"If it's possible, and I dunno if it is, no one's found a way to do it. See, elder dragons are kinda like batteries for magic--they consume it, hold it in their bodies for millennia, and it slowly sorta seeps back outta 'em into the world until they wake up, consume everything, 'n do it all over again. That's why it's such a problem if you kill 'em. All that magic bound in their bodies gets blasted out, wreaks havoc on the world.
"I can't imagine what other kinda creature could hold magic that way...unless it was one of the gods. They've already left though. That was kinda the whole conflict 'tween the rest of 'em and Balthazar, the rogue one."
Vrenille's no lore master, but he's doing his best to make sense of this all in short form since Ben is interested. And sure, he gets that maybe it's just a fantastical story to him, but if it can take his mind off his worries for a little while he's happy to indulge the curiosity. Besides, talking about home--even about its difficulties--always makes him feel closer to the people and places he misses.
"I guess what you gotta know to make sense of it's that the gods didn't create Tyria. From all accounts we've got, they brought humans to the world when they came, and I guess the dragons were dormant then. Seems that when the Six realised, they all decided there'd be no winning a war against the elder dragons, just total annihilation. So they decided to leave. Only Balthazar didn't care 'bout the destruction. He wanted to fight the dragons no matter the cost. God of war--go figure." He shrugs.
"He is already dead though--killed by that not-so-baby dragon and her champion, which honestly just created more problems for a while, though I've been told that now that bit's sorta levelled out. Kralkatorrik--that's the crystal dragon, the one that was Aurene's grandsire--was almost torn apart by all the magic his body had absorbed before she took his place. But she's...well, I've heard she's like a prism, which I guess works out 'cause magic's apparently like the spectrum of light. I dunno, that bit gets all science-y, kinda leaves me in the dust."
He cocks his head at Ben as they walk. Nearly seventeen... And a soldier. And now dropped into this place.
"I guess this must all sound pretty wild. Then again, an alien invasion sounds wild to me."
He is, however, going to convert on the casual storytelling tone to slip in a relevant question that he knows might make Ben uncomfortable:
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"I can't imagine what other kinda creature could hold magic that way...unless it was one of the gods. They've already left though. That was kinda the whole conflict 'tween the rest of 'em and Balthazar, the rogue one."
Vrenille's no lore master, but he's doing his best to make sense of this all in short form since Ben is interested. And sure, he gets that maybe it's just a fantastical story to him, but if it can take his mind off his worries for a little while he's happy to indulge the curiosity. Besides, talking about home--even about its difficulties--always makes him feel closer to the people and places he misses.
"I guess what you gotta know to make sense of it's that the gods didn't create Tyria. From all accounts we've got, they brought humans to the world when they came, and I guess the dragons were dormant then. Seems that when the Six realised, they all decided there'd be no winning a war against the elder dragons, just total annihilation. So they decided to leave. Only Balthazar didn't care 'bout the destruction. He wanted to fight the dragons no matter the cost. God of war--go figure." He shrugs.
"He is already dead though--killed by that not-so-baby dragon and her champion, which honestly just created more problems for a while, though I've been told that now that bit's sorta levelled out. Kralkatorrik--that's the crystal dragon, the one that was Aurene's grandsire--was almost torn apart by all the magic his body had absorbed before she took his place. But she's...well, I've heard she's like a prism, which I guess works out 'cause magic's apparently like the spectrum of light. I dunno, that bit gets all science-y, kinda leaves me in the dust."
He cocks his head at Ben as they walk. Nearly seventeen... And a soldier. And now dropped into this place.
"I guess this must all sound pretty wild. Then again, an alien invasion sounds wild to me."
He is, however, going to convert on the casual storytelling tone to slip in a relevant question that he knows might make Ben uncomfortable:
"So have you had sex before?"