At some point during the night a crimson-scaled, winged, clawed, and tailed... ..Monster?.. slowly walked onto the temple grounds.

Clawed hands clutching at their own claws. He paused near a guardian, rocking in place some, his mannerisms were constrained, head hunched, clearly something 'off'.. as he twinged, and twitched with several ticks.

"..I..need help.. Priestess Persephone knows.. me.. put me somewhere... safe."

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Dwagin [Duh-wa-GIN] N. - 1a. Small and cute thingum, particularly fond of four legged scaled creatures of the metalic and chromatic varieties.

-Extraordinarily ordinary in the mostest of ways.

Rras's file recieves a professionally noted annotation from a non cleric caretaker.

"Recommend solitary confinement as far from any other patient as possible. Recommend cold weather be simulated in cell to encourage sedation. Recommend subsistence diet to reduce strength of violent outbursts. Highly recommend no visitors."

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Davion Telemos - Monk of the Four Winds
Korthan Isharnos - Dragon Shaman of Thunder Spirit Zamasham

*Persephone would countermand the cold weather order, but would suggest solitary confinement after seeing his condition. A personal interest would be taken in this case by the violet healer*

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Persephone Ashallin - Persistant Salandran
Vrok - Cudgel?

Persephone receives an unsealed inquiry from the Commonwealth of Cordor's Bureau of the Census. The contents of the letter merely inquire as to whether Citizen Rras-Rarri's needs are being met during his voluntary confinement at the Salandran Temple, with added lines about how the Commonwealth looks after the welfare of its citizens, etc.

A letter is left for Persephone.

Persephone

I wish to speak with you concerning the condition, treatment, and disposition of a patient in your care known as Rras-Rarri. Send a reply to the Shrine of Shaundakul in Endir's Point at your convenience to let me know when the best time to talk would be.


Sincerely,

Taelar Ardelyn

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Sir Taelar Ardelyn of Wiltun
Winner of the Razor Tongued Award 2015!

Kira "Penny" Sigers
Better than Boulderdash!

After a brief, guard observed interlude, much snugging and nuzzling, a half dragon and his drowish wife would bond and discuss at length a few things.

The Drowess would get up and head to reclaim his personal belongings from the staff, and upon doing so head off for a time with them.

Some time later she would come back, with intents to visit Rras rather often, obviously guarded each time.


(Peeves Aprooved)

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Dwagin [Duh-wa-GIN] N. - 1a. Small and cute thingum, particularly fond of four legged scaled creatures of the metalic and chromatic varieties.

-Extraordinarily ordinary in the mostest of ways.

Torin is often in argument with the Templar and priestesses regarding Rras.

Arguments he, unfortunately for him, loses, just as often.

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Davion Telemos - Monk of the Four Winds
Korthan Isharnos - Dragon Shaman of Thunder Spirit Zamasham

Cordor receives a hand-written note detailing the precise procedures regarding Rras's confinement.

Taelar also receives word that Persephone would be glad to speak with him.

//Sorry, but in-game stuff needs to hold off until after next week.

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Persephone Ashallin - Persistant Salandran
Vrok - Cudgel?

//That's fine I'll be on leave then and have a relatively openish schedule anyway.

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Sir Taelar Ardelyn of Wiltun
Winner of the Razor Tongued Award 2015!

Kira "Penny" Sigers
Better than Boulderdash!

Metalien, upon one of his rare visits to the temple following his retirement hears of Rras and makes a point of going to visit him. He would sit for as long as Rras wants his company, or until he's kicked out by a cleric on duty.

The aging Salandran Templar would return several times a week after this to visit Rras and sit quietly with him.

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Metalien Sikth Wiki Page: http://amiawiki.shatuga.com/index.php/Metalien_Sikth

There had been a visitor to his cell that day. One likely not unfamiliar to the staff many other days, which were moments of happiness.

A Drow female.

Words, emotional charged, from one end of the spectrum from calm to emotional, then quiet exchanged in the tongue of dragons.

Though no violence came, and something would stain the stones dark, and it was not blood. It was something far more rare.

Half-Dragon tears.

The attending guard saddled to deal with the problem of first aid in the interim of a collapsed and catatonic Half-red dragon.

A weeping drowess pushed out the door to fetch the nearest cleric, she having left with less than she had entered the room with.





Upon initial medical surveying one hand of the creature remained death-grip, any attempt to pry it open it would yield a steady tightening of talon in direct proportion, even to the point of eventual piercing of the palm, and extension of talons through the creature's own hand.

If sedated and pried free a small electrum ring, beautifully engraved with a pattern of chest scales in an infinite loop about the exterior would be seen.
It was far too small to do anything but fit over a small portion length of one of the smallest talons of the creature.

Food, drink, if delivered would not be consumed on their own, the creature wouldn't move. If in the direct presence of other beings, his eyes would open, maybe even lock on them and follow, but beyond basic life-functions of breathing, staring disconnectedly at whomever might be closest of those caring for him at that time he did nothing. If unattended in the cell alone he would close his eyes and remain in whatever position he had been left in.

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Dwagin [Duh-wa-GIN] N. - 1a. Small and cute thingum, particularly fond of four legged scaled creatures of the metalic and chromatic varieties.

-Extraordinarily ordinary in the mostest of ways.

After several tense hours immediately following the collapse of the creature and rush to immediate care, a white robed purple skinned female tends to the serious health emergency, interrupted briefly by would-be visitors who wait out the surgery. The creature is quite fortunate to be alive, whether by sheer will, capricious Lady Luck, and the physician plys her craft. Catatonia seemed to resolve as the malady was rectified expertly. Within a few hours in the recovery ward resting the creature seemed to be eased, and is visited by a hin and a dark dressed humanoid, he requested water. Clearly exhausted, and emotional.

The purple skinned female returned, emotion, as always around the red-scale runs strong. The exchange filled with vim, spending that which the red scaled beast did not have in abundance.

At one point, the sprawled creature would huff out.. "You may have been acting like a poor Salandran, but you'd make a great Ilmataran, Persephone. Being sorry for who you are, and how you are is just lying to yourself.. Something that.. no one should do.. No matter how you try to hide behind that facade of neutrality, it just will not work."

"I cleared you, and sent note to Cordor.. saying you're better."

He would rest that night heavily, and rise the next day, whether it was best or not, he had been released and began to rifle through his belongings which had been returned, strangely enough by the same being who had collected them some weeks prior, he gave a quiet exchange with the quartermaster. "Would you by chance also have some exthra pure water, for washing wounds? I need to prepare a 'incsure. as is about time for a 'dosing' of medicine.." He rummaged through the bag, for something. Then made a donation to the temple, for the water.

He would waste no time heading above ground and into the fresh air after coming by and dressing in his telltale garb.

Standing near the dock, but not on it, he tended some small copper and glass glowing contraption whilst awaiting the boat to return for the next trip to Kempo's.

"Thimed that..perfec'.. looks like 'e kep' i' up.." he glanced up and then down, giving a nuzzle to an amulet on his neck.

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Dwagin [Duh-wa-GIN] N. - 1a. Small and cute thingum, particularly fond of four legged scaled creatures of the metalic and chromatic varieties.

-Extraordinarily ordinary in the mostest of ways.

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Davion Telemos - Monk of the Four Winds
Korthan Isharnos - Dragon Shaman of Thunder Spirit Zamasham