Ralia "Red" Arcanus's page

In my home country of Galt, I gave a lecture in which I proposed that elves, orcs, and humans are a single species due to their ability to interbreed and produce viable offspring. My suggestion that the fundamental differences between these races is cultural rather than biological earned me the ire of my audience. Objects were thrown in my direction and the uproar forced me to leave in a hurry.

"If what you propose about about elves, humans and orks being of a related species, then why have we never seen an Orlfk? Or I guess they could be called an Elrk. You know, Ork-Elf or Elf-Orks. I mean we have Half-Ork and Half-Elf. Why not a two half or an ork and elf to make a whole of two halves."

*Ralia enters the bar, her attention turning to Sylias, Righty, and the righty plopped Pontificor. She then speaks to Righty* "Are you aware you are wearing a gnome and your arm is being gnawed off?"

"And what if your son wants to be something other than a book binder?"

"Now Grol, I don't agree with him as "Doctor", but he has not done anything to warrant a dagger."

Tattle tale...

Go tell that Valine Amrbrush he can go sit in his Gand Boring lodge ny himself. The society does not get to tell women what to do with their bodies!

You can't tattle on someone who announces her pregnancy to the world. This is not about what the society should tell people to do, but what common sense should tell a person to do.

"I would be more than happy to offer my, services, in the all too important occasion that is the birthing of your whelp. As I am sure you are aware, a trained doctor such as myself is always a valuable person to have on hand, yes?"

"Yeah. Right. You sooooo sound like a trusting and caring doctor when you call the unborn child a "whelp" she said sarcastically."

Even at the back you will eventually have to move in close to heal your allies, getting you closer to danger for not just you now, but the baby. And then there is all the running about, the drafty and wet dungeons, and vicious creatures with sharp, pointy teeth that might be able to get to the back of the party right where you are.

Really I feel like I must insist that Ambrus put you on put you on Grand Lodge duty until your child is born.

Well if you can stand being out of the running for the months it takes to come to full term, then by all means enjoy. If you are still going to take up missions for the society, then you are either choosing light diplomatic missions, or you are mad to think you can go into combat while pregnant with child.

Ellismus says something in Draconic

Cor'win claps his head in remembrance.

"Ellismus and Ralia, there are more dragons then the whites and the green which i can recall. I forgot about the silvers which were visible in the diamond city. The silver dragons aid the crusaders in the conflict with the worldwound... i don't know how i had forgotten..."

He shakes his head.

"well this is new... me forgetting something..."

"Really!? How big were they? What did they do for the defense? Did they live inside the city? Did the bring thier treasure hoards with them to sleep on? Did you ever see them take a humanoid form? Are there scales really so fine and unseeable that it makes thier hides look like mirrors? What was thier prefered method of combat?"

Green meaner. Give cows. Give kegs. Give iboga powder. 10 words in 2 days. Very chatty.

Not dragon. Poke if you wish.

"Poke non-dragons? Where is the fun in that? But you actualy talked and chatted to a dragon? And a green you say? Do tell more?"

Not so long for dragon. Ask him. Nice guy.

"Well I can't because for one I do not know who the said dragon was or when it became "part of the familey". Second, it would be a RED dragon, popularly known for being very mean and fire breathing first and ask questions never."

Ralia then looks over Pyrite and her eyes light up.

"Wait..are you...are you a dragon ken of some kind!? If you are would you not mind if I poke and prod you and maybe get some samples!?"

Excepts the hand.

"Ralia Arcanus, but others just call me "Red" for usual reasons. You know? Red hair, red clothes, red...dragon claws. But the claw part is a story only a long gone ancestor could tell you I am sure."

"Ummm...would you believe you drank yourself under the table?"

Grins innocently.

"If you ever find anything of dragon make in your travels let me look it over. Dragons are kind of my thing."

"All I have heard are the rumors that have been passing around about Thrul already."

Looks at Ellismus for a moment and goes to fetch a bucket of water, dumping it on the drunks head to wake him.

"Rise and shine! This isn't a bar! Pass out in your own room."

Uses her foot to push/roll Ellismus passed out body under a table so no-one trips over him.

"Tsk, should have seen that common. Thrul's demon infatuation sounded more unhealthy than Zarta Dralneen's passion for posing for sexually suggestive pictures, and I should know having sneaked into her room at the Cheliax Embassy when she disappeared.

Now dragon infatuation on the other hand, cant go wrong with that. Well...not unless it leads you to being cooked, frozen, melted, or electrocuted alive by a dragon's breath."