Lara’s Comments (group member since Nov 30, 2008)

Lara’s comments from the Alter Ego group.

"Hmm," said Eleuia, and batted Minsc's hand away enough to apply the poultice himself and add a binding.

((I promise I won't write another post this long. But introductions are fun. XD))

Eleuia, last of his race, tribe, nation, and creed, took one look at the cacophony only a few trees away from him, slipped deeper into the mud, and swore at some length, in as subdued a voice as he could manage.

"You could have warned me, Quetzalcoatl," he snapped, apparently to the tattoo coiling up his wrist.

The voice that emerged from the inky serpent etched into his skin was muffled, but unrepentant. "You would have turned around," it was saying now. "And then I would have had to spend another year or whatever it is bored out of my skull while you terrorize the forest and complain."

"Whereas now you will spend the very brief yet interesting remainder of your life being diced into snakeskin soup."

"Oh, come on, I'm a god!"

"Deposed."

"And a flying fire-breathing serpent!"

"Currently taking the lowly form of a bit of sacred paint because the northern air makes you sneeze."

"The POINT of all which being that I've got nothing to worry about from a few piddling arrows."

"Hah!" said Eleuia. "Thank you very much."

"I'd extend my divine sphere of protection over you too, obviously."

"Pfft. What divine sphere of protection? You're just an upstart lizard with bad breath!"

"I'll show you what," snapped Quetzalcoatl. "If I weren't here you'd already be a pincushion!"

This was actually true; Eleuia turned around, noted the cluster of arrows around his head dug deep into the bark of the oak behind him, and snorted.

"Fine," he said. "Continue with the godly protection gig and I'll go and see if they have any alcohol in repayment for my valuable medical services, all right?"

"Huh," said Quetzalcoatl, but subsided. Eleuia nodded to himself and marched through the underbrush into the open cave mouth, empty hands upraised.

"Hello," he said brightly, in the clunky northern language he was still struggling with. "I see that you have wounded. I know, uh, how to... patch up the hurt, yes; can I help you with this matter?" He paused, reordered his thoughts slightly, tried to recall the word, and added, "Oh, yes, and - do you have any beer?"

Name: Mr. Tibbles/Hrghrn
Apprentice/Warrior/Elder: He's no bloody idea.
Color: Dark grey.
Specializes in: Mooching off the bizarrely human cats he lives near.
Personality: /Supercilious/ bastard (tm), this time.
Other: Was once - very briefly - domesticated. Has since acquired a handsome set of scars and fucked enough bobcats to be accepted into the ranks of Real and Unadulterated Cats.

Name: Eleuia
Age: 38
Description: A wiry nut-brown man with a mane of prematurely greying hair, though at some point in his past it was coal-black.
Characteristics: Before his god was rudely revealed to be a mere one of many feathered serpents with a bit of an ego problem, he was a nice guy, if a little aloof. Since then he's developed a multitude of personality problems, and a bad habit of cutting sarcasm.
Other: High Priest of Quetzalcoatl, up until Quetzalcoatl was usurped by some volcanic chit of a goddess.

XD Hmm? Something wrong with my beauteous, er, 'dragons'?

Wyrms, dragons, feathered serpents... it evens out, right?

Name: Quetzalcoatl
Age: 404 *nerdface*
Type: Feathered serpent
Color of scales: Emerald green
Color of wings: Intense shades of gold, scarlet, and blue. YAY FEATHERS.
Personality: Smug Bastard (tm). Except around his mate, who is incongruous with the Noble Quetzalcoatl image and inclined to nag him.
Other: Once fooled a mathematically enlightened but religiously primitive society into worshipping him as a god and providing him with a regular supply of human sacrifices. Wondering about the name, weren't you? Has migrated to the temperate northern hemisphere for reasons of his own, possibly having to do with actual volcano gods.

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Name: Esme (and she would kindly thank you for not asking why she has a human name. It was a very unfortunate incident in her childhood involving wizards, okay?)
Age: 432 *double nerdface*
Type: Feathered serpent
Color of scales: Emerald green
Color of wings: Intense shades of royal purple, gold, and ivory. FEATHERS FTW PWNED YOU MEMBRANOUS WESTERNS YOU.
Personality: Let's just say that she wears the pants in her relationship with the universe as in her relationship with her husband. Or she would, if winged serpents wore pants. But they don't. So she doesn't. Um.
Other: Has a taste for mutton and gobinflesh. She'll take either if you want to send a care package. Yeah.

My wart.

I loveses it.

XD