When Worlds Collide! (Remake)

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I followed him, though I wasn't really paying attention, causing me to stray off course several times. I wondered if it would be like last time. Fire had destroyed most of what was then North America.. but then, the enviorment had been in a disaster state as well..
 
Soon I reached the mountain, and waited just inside the gate for Cirrus, my mind already wandering, trying to remember where I had put a specific artifact, something that I might have to use if worse came to worst...
 
<fire's jumping through time. He knows where I am, just not when I am.> i said, after getting inside the gate. i didn't bother explaining myself, as too many thoughts were running through my mind.
 
I nodded, even though I wasn't certcain, I had an idea of what she was suggesting, when I suddenly remembered what I had done with my best weapon. i pulled out a small jewel out from under one of my scales, and began polishing it absently, thinking about what was likely to happen...
 
something occured to me, and by literally scattering the light, I managed to perform an illusion that made me look.. well, human. this human form was pretty much a pale white, with snowy white hair, amber eyes, a white sweater, and black slacks. Overall, my appearence would have been enough to win over the average male.
 
I turned around at the sense of magic, and saw the illusion she had put on herself. "Very nice, I can't find a singly flaw with it." I said in an apreciative tone, casting an illusion spell on myself to the human form I had picked earlier, a closed black leather coat, very dark brown hair, hazel eyes, and a black walking stick that didn't seem to be made out of wood or metal.
 
"thanks." I said, in almost a whisper. I found myself wondering if his form was illusion or actual morph, but the main way to find out was to touch him, and I was not about to do so.
 
"Is something wrong?" I asked, after spending so long as a human, I was actually better at reading human expressions than I was dragon, even when I'm in my draconic form, and she seemed to be disturbed by something...
 
<trying to figure out if that's an illusion or actual shape-changing> I said, since I was still un-able to speak. Which annoyed me slightly, but I didn't care
 
OOC: This is why whenever I RP, I never go to far without waiting for the others to return.... Anyways, yeah, good question Pogi, what DID I miss? I can't remember what page we left off on and don't feel like looking through the pages to figure it out.
 
OOc: told ya shiney, they always complain even if I do hold both of us back. What you missed is news of Cirrus's brother about to attack. Other than that, nada. You havn't learned that most of what we do is something that you don't need to read?
 
OOC: I see already what this type of RPG requires. It looks promising although without much of a plot involved.

IC: Alrik was running slowly. His breathing was steady. He looked like one of the runners of a marathon race with the exception of almost a hundred kilograms of armor on him. If one saw the smooth and steady way he was running, one could bet he would outrun most people even with all the armor on him. Alrik was considered exceptional even within the members of his own tribe. At the age of four, he managed to defeat a bear, and at the age of fourteen he was already 2.10 m tall. He mastered the swordsplay and the battle strategy from the greatest Barbarian warrior ever known - Konan. The exceptional weapons, which he found in an ancient tomb, turned out to contain extraordinary magical powers. Once he was rushing through a thunderstorm when a lightning fell on him.Strangely enough he did not take any damage. Later on, he found that his shield, which he called Stormshield, was the one which gave him resistance to and control over lightning. His sword looked enormous, but was as easy as feather to wield. The sinister sharpness of its blade had been mentioned in legends and tales. The sword seemed to have a thought of its own. Whenever Alrik was trying to do something new, to experiment with his enemies, the sword obeyed, as if waiting for Alrik to understand and explore its abilities. It was his most trusted partner.
The climate was hot, the armor did protect him from the sun, but even for a giant with such stamina, a race through the desert could be exhausting. He continued, day and night, not stopping, until he crossed the desert, and set foot to the continent of Dragons. One of the most powerful dragons, he had heard, was supposed to be on a characteristically-shaped mountain. Its mountain looked like a the tooth of a saber tooth tiger. It was difficult to access, and even more difficult to get away from. He had to find it whatever the cost.
 
Finally my better half had one me over, and I was starting to feel really guilty about what I had done. It was one thing to kill that man. he had it coming to him. But that dragon did not deserve that. A small fight would have done no harm, but I had destroyed everything he owned. I had to make at least the slightest amends.

I found myself back at his mountain mansion. I looked around, and didn't see him anywhere. Right at the front door, I reached inside my cloak and pulled out another large bag of gold, much like I had given the bartender. I dropped it on the doorstep and turned to leave. It wasn't nearly what I had destroyed, but it was a good chunk to get him started again. With that, I returned to wandering. Whether he found that bag or not, I didn't bother to stick around and find out. I just left.
 
"Unfortunately, no" I replied with an ingratiating smile. Opening th door to David's chamber, I added "Illusory magic is the one branch of the magecraft I'm rather weak in. We'll have to wait until you've come into your own abilities as a mage before we attempt to lift the spell."
 
I sighed and stood up. i was beginning to overheat from the sun. I had seen someone come by the gates but had not thought much about it. I walked a few meters towards the mountain and momentarily regarded its beauty. I then turned my gaze onto the cloudy sky. Wiat... Cloudy in a desert? It looked like the clouds might bring rian. Rain would bring flooding in a desert. Not good. But why such unnatural weather?
 
I returned to my own chambers, although I was not yet ready for bed. A few hours of meditation could be just as restful. Instead, I returned to the book about dimensional shift and picked up where I'd left off.
 
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