To call a dragon [closed]

[sorcerous]

Characters: Loki, Anya (NPC), possibly Anya (PC)
Open?: Nope
Where: In the mountains near Schwanheim
When: 11th of Rebirth's Height, early
What: Loki contacts Anya and has some questions.
Warnings: None thus far....

He does not bother to draw a circle. Does not seal his enchantments, this time; he does not even draw a line to protect the mare who stands tethered to a close-by tree.

He sets the mirror down. A brief glance in it confirms, again, that it is red eyes that meet his green. It shows him as a Frost Giant still.

And he draws a pattern around it, a swirl of runes. He has chosen a needlessly complex spell, and he takes his time casting it properly, channeling his power with great care. And he opens his channel of communication, casting it to the void where he expects the strange woman will be found.

"I wish an audience," he says. "I no longer consider myself among the heroes, which you must know." She was so interested in watching... "I seek... guidance. A word." He will not follow another's will blindly, but perhaps she will think him easy to manipulate. "I think that I would like to make this kingdom a bit more interesting for those who call it home."

Interesting. Ambiguous enough.

He leans back against a tree, and he waits.

Comments

[sorcerous]

"And what are their ends? Treasure? Glory? The blood of maidens?"

[ofchaosandorder]

She raised an eyebrow, a small, amused quirk at the side of her lips. "You ask as if dragons were all of one mind..."

[sorcerous]

"Start with the one in that peak, then," with a casual gesture at one.

[ofchaosandorder]

"Approach yourself and ask. I will not speak for them."

[sorcerous]

"And you would not find out, even if it suited your balance?"

[ofchaosandorder]

"I will not hand you all that you desire. I have no need to anyone so lazy as that."

[sorcerous]

An arch of his eyebrow.

"I assure you," he tells her, "I will do all of the necessary manipulation myself."

[ofchaosandorder]

"And so you will also do the gathering of what you need yourself."

[sorcerous]

"Too much to ask that you be useful, then. No matter; with any luck, Anya will find what I need."

[ofchaosandorder]

The woman chuckled with amusement. "From one to another. Then in that, I will wish you luck." She gave a mocking bow, flicking her spent cigarette into nothingness.

[sorcerous]

"My actions will serve the end of balance," he told her. "Once it all goes right. This does mean you will not interfere, does it not?"

[ofchaosandorder]

"Your actions will serve yourself," she corrected, her feet beginning to dissipate into smoke. "And to expect a promise from me is very foolish indeed, Trickster."

[sorcerous]

A hint of a smile.

"Of course."

He considers -- "One last question. If I wish to contact the avatar of Chaos, how do I do so?"

[ofchaosandorder]

"Speak with the thorns, if you can find a way," she answered, a small smirk of a smile on her lips as she continued to slowly dissolve into smoke.