2020-05-10 - Soliloquy - Revision history

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 As she crosses from Twisted into her Solace Bole, Liyara lets out a deep breath.   The tree-portal that brought her here lowers into the ground, and for the first time in a day, the half-dragon relaxes.  This is the only place she CAN relax.
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-<font style="font-family:'TNT X Plosion', sans-serif; font-size:45px; color:orangered;">"''<u>I am more than my father's twisted schemes!</u>'' "</font> ''Liyara’s voice shook the walls, and her eyes were ablaze with indignance and anger.   Nasher looked right into them and gave a mighty sigh. ''
+<font style="font-family:'TNT X Plosion', sans-serif; font-size:35px; color:orangered;">"''<u>I am more than my father's twisted schemes!</u>'' "</font> ''Liyara’s voice shook the walls, and her eyes were ablaze with indignance and anger.   Nasher looked right into them and gave a mighty sigh. ''

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 As she crosses from Twisted into her Solace Bole, Liyara lets out a deep breath.   The tree-portal that brought her here lowers into the ground, and for the first time in a day, the half-dragon relaxes.  This is the only place she CAN relax.
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-<span style="color: red; font-size: 12pt; font-family:'Times New Roman'">''“Nasher Alagondar.”</span> Liyara’s voice rumbled through the throneroom of Castle Never, and a weary King Alagondar looked up as the humanoid dragoness simply floated '''through''' the castle walls, leaving a molten hole of stone behind her.  Her red hair was carefully arranged to fall around her horns, framing her face.  Her eyes were red where there should be white, and a blazing aura of flame surrounded her.  <span style="color: red; font-size: 12pt; font-family:'Times New Roman'">“You sit alone - upon your lowly throne.”</span>''
+<font style="font-family:'TNT X Plosion', sans-serif; font-size:16px; color:orangered;">"Nasher Alagondar."</font> ''Liyara’s voice rumbled through the throneroom of Castle Never, and a weary King Alagondar looked up as the humanoid dragoness simply floated '''through''' the castle walls, leaving a molten hole of stone behind her.  Her red hair was carefully arranged to fall around her horns, framing her face.  Her eyes were red where there should be white, and a blazing aura of flame surrounded her.''  <font style="font-family:'TNT X Plosion', sans-serif; font-size:16px; color:orangered;">"You sit alone - upon your lowly throne."</font>
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-''<span style="color: red; font-size: 12pt; font-family:'Times New Roman'">“You’re oblivious to your own frailty.”</span> Liyara waved her hand to dismiss his idea of defense.  She could take the king even with all of his enchantments, but the artifact in her robes would generate an anti-magic field on her command, and that was all it would take to disable every single protection Castle Never’s throneroom and armory offered.  Obviously it would limit her options as well, but she was not so weak as to have to rely on spells alone. ''
+<font style="font-family:'TNT X Plosion', sans-serif; font-size:16px; color:orangered;">"You're oblivious to your own frailty."</font> ''Liyara waved her hand to dismiss his idea of defense.  She could take the king even with all of his enchantments, but the artifact in her robes would generate an anti-magic field on her command, and that was all it would take to disable every single protection Castle Never’s throneroom and armory offered.  Obviously it would limit her options as well, but she was not so weak as to have to rely on spells alone. ''<font style="font-family:'TNT X Plosion', sans-serif; font-size:16px; color:orangered;">"I have come for my vengeance, and I shall wait no longer."</font>
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-<span style="color: red; font-size: 12pt; font-family:'Times New Roman'">''“I have come for my vengeance, and I shall wait no longer.”</span>''
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-<span style="color: red; font-size: 12pt; font-family:'Times New Roman'">''“Mount Hotenow.”</span> As the words left her mouth, Liyara couldn’t help but see the scene play out in her mind - a scared, horned child with red hair, who’d locked herself in the keep’s cells to avoid the slaughter of her mother and her entire brood.    She huddled in the corner until the murderers found her, believing her a poor tiefling girl with the terrible luck of being kidnapped by dragons.   She was not a tiefling.''
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-<span style="color: red; font-size: 14pt; font-family:'Times New Roman'">'''''"<u>I am more than my father’s twisted schemes!</u>"'''</span> Liyara’s voice shook the walls, and her eyes were ablaze with indignance and anger.   Nasher looked right into them and gave a mighty sigh. ''
+<font style="font-family:'TNT X Plosion', sans-serif; font-size:45px; color:orangered;">"''<u>I am more than my father's twisted schemes!</u>'' "</font> ''Liyara’s voice shook the walls, and her eyes were ablaze with indignance and anger.   Nasher looked right into them and gave a mighty sigh. ''
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-''<span style="color: red; font-size: 12pt; font-family:'Times New Roman'">“Your burdens are too heavy for one man, King Nasher.  I will relieve you of them, now.”</span> Liyara took her hand out of her robes; this man didn’t deserve to have all his magic and artifacts abandon him at the end of his life - she would leave the anti-magic field inert and face him at his pinnacle.   He had earned that with his wisdom and understanding of her superiority.   <span style="color: red; font-size: 12pt; font-family:'Times New Roman'">“Do not fear.  Your son will rule admirably in your wake for decades to come.”</span>''
+<font style="font-family:'TNT X Plosion', sans-serif; font-size:16px; color:orangered;">"Your burdens are too heavy for one man, King Nasher.  I will relieve you of them, now."</font> ''Liyara took her hand out of her robes; this man didn’t deserve to have all his magic and artifacts abandon him at the end of his life - she would leave the anti-magic field inert and face him at his pinnacle.   He had earned that with his wisdom and understanding of her superiority.''
 ''Nasher blinked at the statement once, then lowered himself, preparing to charge.  “...I will tell him after I slay you.” He knew he would die, Liyara could see it in his eyes, but he gave not an inch of his pride.  How noble, almost like a dragon.  She would regret killing him.''

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−	Liyara closes her eyes and sighs. One of the problems with a perfect memory is how much discipline it takes to keep the slightest recollection from pulling her on a trip down an audio-visual ~~trip~~ of cinematic proportions. Normally she’d clamp down on that, but what’s the harm? She’s made rings hundreds of times before; it’s rote at this point. She can afford to let her mind wander a bit...	+	Liyara closes her eyes and sighs. One of the problems with a perfect memory is how much discipline it takes to keep the slightest recollection from pulling her on a trip down an audio-visual daydream of cinematic proportions. Normally she’d clamp down on that, but what’s the harm? She’s made rings hundreds of times before; it’s rote at this point. She can afford to let her mind wander a bit...

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−	''“You feel so safe inside these walls you’ve fortified; a lord noone could overthrow.” The woman’s ~~mocking~~ voice was impossible to place as actual blasts of elemental flame came from her illusory clones. Each of them was harmonizing with her even as the Xanathar’s disintegration rays started tearing them apart one by one. She’d been waiting for this for a full decade, so what if she came off a bit melodramatic? She had every right!''	+	''“You feel so safe inside these walls you’ve fortified; a lord noone could overthrow.” The woman’s jeering voice was impossible to place as actual blasts of elemental flame came from her illusory clones. Each of them was harmonizing with her even as the Xanathar’s disintegration rays started tearing them apart one by one. She’d been waiting for this for a full decade, so what if she came off a bit melodramatic? She had every right!''

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−	''“This was all planned~~. You see~~, ~~I’ve a gift for~~ you. An unhappy ending to your sense of deity.” All ten copies of the woman held a hand out towards the beholder, and blazing bolts of elemental fire sprung to life within their palms. The Xanathar was no fool, and immediately transfixed all of them with a petrifying gaze attack - only to see it have no effect. None of them were real, it seemed. From everywhere in the chamber at once, mocking laughter rang out.''	+	''“This was all planned, you see. An unhappy ending to your sense of deity.” All ten copies of the woman held a hand out towards the beholder, and blazing bolts of elemental fire sprung to life within their palms. The Xanathar was no fool, and immediately transfixed all of them with a petrifying gaze attack - only to see it have no effect. None of them were real, it seemed. From everywhere in the chamber at once, mocking laughter rang out.''

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−	''“I’m the same Larissa Neathal you’ve known for the last ten years,” the woman began, shrugging as she took the feather pin out of her hair and shook it free. “...I’ve just finally found what I was looking for, and now I can leave.” ''	+	''“I’m the same Larissa Neathal you’ve known for the last ten years,” the woman began, shrugging as she took the feather pin out of her hair and shook it free to reveal a small pair of horns. “...I’ve just finally found what I was looking for, and now I can leave.” ''

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−	''At her feet, the couple lay bleeding. Talbot had put up more of a fight than she’d expected, but not enough to actually hurt her. He’d done very well to conceal his ~~lyncanthropy~~ from her all these years, but a werewolf was no match for a dragon in even the best of circumstances, and she’d taken them both by surprise. Talbot’s longsword was buried up to the hilt in Nea’s chest, and Talbot himself was down for the count with a fractured skull on top of an entire body full of third-degree burns. Lily had attempted to be swift and merciful, but Nea was a powerful cleric, and clung to life well after her fatal wound.''	+	''At her feet, the couple lay bleeding. Talbot had put up more of a fight than she’d expected, but not enough to actually hurt her. He’d done very well to conceal his lycanthropy from her all these years, but a werewolf was no match for a dragon in even the best of circumstances, and she’d taken them both by surprise. Talbot’s longsword was buried up to the hilt in Nea’s chest, and Talbot himself was down for the count with a fractured skull on top of an entire body full of third-degree burns. Lily had attempted to be swift and merciful, but Nea was a powerful cleric, and clung to life well after her fatal wound.''

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−	<span style="color: red; font-size: 14pt; font-family:'Times New Roman'">'''''"<u>I am more than my father’s twisted schemes!</u>'''"</span> Liyara’s voice shook the walls, and her eyes were ablaze with indignance and anger. Nasher looked right into them and gave a mighty sigh. ''	+	<span style="color: red; font-size: 14pt; font-family:'Times New Roman'">'''''"<u>I am more than my father’s twisted schemes!</u>"'''</span> Liyara’s voice shook the walls, and her eyes were ablaze with indignance and anger. Nasher looked right into them and gave a mighty sigh. ''

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−	<span style="color: red; font-size: 12pt; font-family:'Times New Roman'">''“Mount Hotenow.”</span> As the words left her mouth, Liyara couldn’t help but see the scene play out in her mind - a scared, horned child with red hair, who’d locked herself in the keep’s cells to avoid the slaughter. She huddled in the corner until the murderers found her, believing her a poor tiefling girl with the terrible luck of being kidnapped by dragons. She was not a tiefling.''	+	<span style="color: red; font-size: 12pt; font-family:'Times New Roman'">''“Mount Hotenow.”</span> As the words left her mouth, Liyara couldn’t help but see the scene play out in her mind - a scared, horned child with red hair, who’d locked herself in the keep’s cells to avoid the slaughter of her mother and her entire brood. She huddled in the corner until the murderers found her, believing her a poor tiefling girl with the terrible luck of being kidnapped by dragons. She was not a tiefling.''

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−	The dragoness can still her own voice, shouting above the sounds of the home collapsing around them. Herself, of course, and the people she’d lived with for four years. The people she’d grown quite fond of. The people she’d killed.	+	The dragoness can still hear her own voice, shouting above the sounds of the home collapsing around them. Herself, of course, and the people she’d lived with for four years. The people she’d grown quite fond of. The people she’d killed.