Usually, were I to ingest alcohol, it requires far more than this to bring me to the point of what would be considered tipsy. Let alone enter a drunken state.
More than enough to render several robust mortals either comatose or dead.
You also have not gone back for mere nearly as much as I have. I wish to document the effects later, and am attempting to replicate them with what limited amount of time we have.
there does tend to be something for everyone, doesn't there? I suppose we'll see I may make things this potent though reserved for those we know can handle it like ourselves
It is thus far Though my tolerance for what is and isn't annoying is probably higher than most Old age, you know All your joints start to ache and you hardly notice after a while
In my present form I cannot claim to feel the same.
However, from my other lives I have lived I have gone through the experience, and empathize.
Imagine the most uncomfortable, infuriating sensation you can. Combine that with a maddening itching. That is what a pinfeather in an area one cannot reach feels like as it grows in. Even in areas one may reach, until they are ready to assist in opening.
[ Well, if he didn't already wish for death on a nearly daily basis already- That would certainly do it. ]
So is this body forever youthful?[ Funny, he thinks, that while essentially immortal his body still wore down in certain ways. But people weren't supposed to live as long as he has, so even his healing factor probably diverts attention to what it can handle and starts to not worry about the rest. ]
I suppose we'll just have to see if I go even more mad than I already am once the changes start to really set in.
My people are effectively immortal as far as age is concerned. We appear the age we largely feel, there are individuals far older than myself who appear just as youthful, and others who show their years more readily.
It is not an exact thing.
I recommend gloves to prevent clawing at any itching, should it occur.
A little pain won't worry me. I don't scar easily either so that's not a concern either. [ He actually wants the hurt, honestly, but isn't about to tell Elidibus - or anyone - that. ]
Not especially convenient, no, considering that my people also no longer exist upon my world.
Gloves are also useful to not shred one's clothes, when one's claws become less manageable. Convenient to not require repairing ones limited wardrobe each day.
[He doesn't know about the pain. Or of the upcoming fae deal Ardyn is going to have.]
[ He ignores the rest of the statement since, honestly, he's just less interested in that than learning about whatever it is Elidibus means. There were so many of them here, he can't imagine his people 'no longer existing.' ]
The full answer is: Several of my kind here have be plucked from the past. I was taken after I had died, whilst my soul rested within the aetherial sea.
As I had not been subsumed and reborn anew, I am myself. It will happen, in time, but I mean to rest for quite a time longer prior to this occurring.
The rest of my people? We are either shattered and reborn into mortals, thus being killed in the process. Or elsewise dead.
[ Well, Ardyn counts his blessings if nothing else that it wasn't an earlier version of him summoned here. So far, he also hasn't seen two of anyone but- That is a worrying consideration, admittedly. ]
An... interesting cycle of death and rebirth, it seems.
But you aren't dead here, at least, so might as well make the most of it.
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besides hold your liquor, it seems
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Usually, were I to ingest alcohol, it requires far more than this to bring me to the point of what would be considered tipsy. Let alone enter a drunken state.
More than enough to render several robust mortals either comatose or dead.
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Huh
I must have made an impressive concoction then
I'm already sobering up myself, but that's no surprise to me
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You also have not gone back for mere nearly as much as I have. I wish to document the effects later, and am attempting to replicate them with what limited amount of time we have.
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Don't count me out though since I plan to drink my share in solidarity
There'll also be future batches, I'm sure
Not quite as potent or offensive, hopefully, since I doubt that'll be very lucrative but
Who knows!
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Alcohol included.
Your wares may be in demand indeed, provided the bathroom is not the stage for their creation. It appears that people find that offensive.
Strange.
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I suppose we'll see
I may make things this potent though reserved for those we know can handle it like ourselves
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A sort of 'special reserve' to not cause outright poisoning for the average clientele?
Though who knows what may be in store for us with the upcoming changes.
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Obviously, I can already hold my liquor well enough as it is
But I do imagine dragons in general might be a bit sturdier too
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Or weaknesses. The scales will be useful, at least.
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I guess we'll see how silver holds up
Scales, is that
Huh
I think I might realize why I've been so itchy lately
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Taxing.
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I never thought becoming a dragon was going to be an easy affair but...
My pain tolerance is a bit higher than most
[ In that he's used to hurting all the time and almost nothing means anything anymore in regards to harm inflicted on him, so- You know. ]
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Unfortunately, a pain tolerance has done nothing thus far for the itching sensation. I do not know if we may grow used to that sensation.
Particularly where I am growing feathers.
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I don't have feathers though so I can't speak to that
So far, the only changes seem to be more hair
Or fur, rather
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Fur is tolerable enough, at the very least.
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Though my tolerance for what is and isn't annoying is probably higher than most
Old age, you know
All your joints start to ache and you hardly notice after a while
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However, from my other lives I have lived I have gone through the experience, and empathize.
Imagine the most uncomfortable, infuriating sensation you can. Combine that with a maddening itching. That is what a pinfeather in an area one cannot reach feels like as it grows in. Even in areas one may reach, until they are ready to assist in opening.
cw: passive suidical ideation
So is this body forever youthful? [ Funny, he thinks, that while essentially immortal his body still wore down in certain ways. But people weren't supposed to live as long as he has, so even his healing factor probably diverts attention to what it can handle and starts to not worry about the rest. ]
I suppose we'll just have to see if I go even more mad than I already am once the changes start to really set in.
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It is not an exact thing.
I recommend gloves to prevent clawing at any itching, should it occur.
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A little pain won't worry me. I don't scar easily either so that's not a concern either.
[ He actually wants the hurt, honestly, but isn't about to tell Elidibus - or anyone - that. ]
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Gloves are also useful to not shred one's clothes, when one's claws become less manageable. Convenient to not require repairing ones limited wardrobe each day.
[He doesn't know about the pain. Or of the upcoming fae deal Ardyn is going to have.]
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[ He ignores the rest of the statement since, honestly, he's just less interested in that than learning about whatever it is Elidibus means. There were so many of them here, he can't imagine his people 'no longer existing.' ]
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As I had not been subsumed and reborn anew, I am myself. It will happen, in time, but I mean to rest for quite a time longer prior to this occurring.
The rest of my people? We are either shattered and reborn into mortals, thus being killed in the process. Or elsewise dead.
That is the fast answer. We are all dead.
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An... interesting cycle of death and rebirth, it seems.
But you aren't dead here, at least, so might as well make the most of it.
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Wrap?