crystal; open

[earthbones]

FORM: Crystal
SENDER: Brónach
RECIPIENT: Open
WHAT: Goods and services trading
WHEN: Now-ish
WHERE: Kirkwall; in and around the Gallows
NOTES: ooc post for dragon shout log + dragon shout log will go up soonish.

I have a need of certain items as well as assistance with something...something you can speak to me privately about, I don't know how to stop everyone hearing things on this yet. I'm willing to trade services of my own or goods for these; I'm a talented smith of many years from hide and leather through any metals, glass, bone or tusk - the last two are best for bows, we're known for making the finest bows you'd ever have a hand on. I've hunted since childhood so if it's meat for your own larder or a pelt to do what you will with or whatever other parts, I can supply those.

The assistance would need to be somewhere not the city. Somewhere private. Quiet. There's no danger to you, I only wish to see how greatly arriving through a rift may have changed me. The second is where I might come by a still. [And there's a pause, verging on awkward. She knows.] For milk. And somewhere the still might be put to not offend or be disturbed.

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[gottakeeponejumpahead]

Oh! Well that's dead easy. I can get you a goat if you want. Better milk than pig's. You'll want a good still for ...whatever you're doing with the milk, and I can get those both from the alienage.

[What the Maker was she making? Fancy cheeses? Anyways.]

AH! .... then you'll want to head up the Sundermount.

[earthbones]

Milk from a pig is what we use for Jagga. If I have to I'll use something else but it's always pig.

[She's making drink that she can drink because she's been sober enough for a long time, that one time with a daedra notwithstanding.]

Mountains. Of course, mountains, it would always be mountains. No dragons in these mountains are there?

[gottakeeponejumpahead]

... Well all right, I can get you a pig to rent for ... pig milk. How much can you spare? Food, coin, maybe fresh clothes?

Nah, all the dragons are in the mine. Not sure how many are left ... or if there are any left honestly.

[earthbones]

[There's a breath, long, slow. An attempt to hold her temper.] Does it take only one vine to make wine? I need the name of a farmer or farmers with pigs who'll sell me milk. I already said what payment is so clothing is of fur, hide, or leather. The meat is whatever I might hunt but you'd cook it yourself.

Dragons in mines...they must be small dragons. Though the dragons here sound but a shadow of those I left behind, they'd be no problem when they know what death is.

[gottakeeponejumpahead]

[...Oooooh right. There is an embarrassed cough.] Yeah, I know a few elven farmers outside Kirkwall. They'll take all those. I can take you out to them.

They were! Except their mum - apparently their mum was one of the big ones.

[earthbones]

Right. I should have be closer to have the parts after the snow breaks, that'd be the time when we'd be better getting out of the city for that.

[Pausing, she snorts softly. Female dragons. Right. The idea of Paarthurnax or Odahviing hearing this, Arngeir, the rest? Baffling.] There are only dragons in Skyrim, risen from the burial mounds again, all of them huge same as they were when men were under their dominion. If this dragon is still there - if others say that's so - I have killed many dragons. I can kill that one too.

[gottakeeponejumpahead]

All right then ... should be a few months then. The mothers should be wet-nursing ....

[A pause as he went.]

Wait. What? What now?

[earthbones]

By then I can have the coin together.

[Another pause, longer. Breath and focus to be distilled through her being in it but Brónach is not a woman who boasts, rather one who deals in raw facts, split to the bare white bone.]

Dragons in Thedas are not as the dragons of Skyrim from all I have learnt thus far. They should pose no difficulty to me. My place was to be the one to bring down dragons. Mortality is blind and simple here, your dragons much the same.

[gottakeeponejumpahead]

... A dragon that comes from the grave and ours are from eggs and yet your dragons are meaner than ours? Aren't all dragons - I dunno. Big lizards? So they are just lizards and ... not.

[earthbones]

Your dragons are mortal, they have a death, a dying in them. They breed and grow. Ours are the children of time itself who awoke from the burial mounds, who once held humanity in service to them until a gift that was theirs was taught to be their undoing. If you can slay a dragon same as an overgrown beast why are yours alive? They were all dead. All gone. Legends. I watched the life given back to one by their leader as he spoke in a voice that could set sky aflame.

Time is split in three, the dragon devours his own tail, and an arrow might be the hand striking the hour of his death upon the clock.

[gottakeeponejumpahead]

So, what, they were ... never born at all? How did they come to be in the first place? They were undead dragons to begin with, yeah?

[earthbones]

Akatosh is the dragon god of time and they are the children of Akatosh, each with a soul lasting beyond the body. They are as they ever were. They're part of time. Akatosh is time, Alduin the firstborn they all followed once, who had mortals trembling or reaching up in worship was time laid out in a line, a time that begins and ends. There's no space to breed as a lesser thing does. They came from a god. A true god.

[gottakeeponejumpahead]

So .... they're ... dragons made of ... time. From a God. Of Time.

You know, I don't think you should be scoffing about dragons coming from eggs when your dragon is an abstract concept.