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 Having ran around the island a couple of times. It almost felt as though the draconic race were going extinct, in terms of those he'd trust to fulfill his self-needs.

It wasn't until the eventual arrival of Arthur that the Rhoynish perked up. Coming to rise with haste from his seat. Leaping off the ledge whilst popping a floater to soften his fall.

"Ey! Mah maz… Been look'in for a drak-... Ya! I been look'in fo' ya!"

With the bypass crossed, his arms raised from beneath the cloak. Revealing the leather armor strapped to his chest. "C'mon! Let's talk in mah loft. Ya an important piece in mah work. An I wouldn't hav any'one drink mah shit, but a man I respect."

Although vague in his topic. The reaver moved without hesitation. Levitating past the drakanite before stopping briefly in an attempt to gesture they follow.
(Basten)
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[15:35] Arthur took a second as he looked at basten and then for a second wonder why he was look for a drak as he put it the last time he had feel in love with a table and it was a damn fine table if he was being honest. Oak damn that was a fine table.

Grabbing his packs as he pulled them back on his back and looked at the clan head before he just shrugged his shoulder. Well whatever the reason was he wasn't going to worry about it to much Basten was good people when he was slipping lust potion into someone's drink. And well he might be able to get him to make those agility potions while he was down here.


"Sure what ya need from ma? Some shit we need ta hit or someone that I need ta patch up?"
(Arthur)
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[15:42] The Rhoynish didn't bother to respond initially. Merely leading the way back to his loft where once they entered? The door was swiftly locked. "Nah... I ain't in any needa of shit like dat." He explained, a sailors mouth, but what could one expect from the Reaver at this point?

Nevertheless, with the grace of levitation. The mans towering frame moved with luxurious sways, teasing himself in mind at the thought of finally being able to see the light of his creation bearing fruit.

"Ya drakanite… An ya a man dat wants ta improve. Ya? Lemme ask ya sum'thin."

In the brief pause, his bottom sat up top one of the chest placed against the wall. His back leaning for support whilst revealing a single vermillion bottle in hand. Heat resonating from the beaker, somehow retaining its shape despite the clear signs of bubbling from within.

"Wha' I ga her'? Is sum'thin I cooked up ta help drakanites look'in ta break beyond ta current mold'in. Those in da pursuit of sum'thin. Ya know what i'm say'in?" Shaking the small vial in his hand, as if tempting the man with both words and object.

"Dis her'? It's meant ta deep'in ya bonds wit'cha patriarchal deities. Sum'in lik' a spirit dream an shit... It's only a test run doh. But it's sum'thin dat should assist ya in gett'in moe in touch wit dat dragon blood in ya."
(Basten)
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[15:55] Arthur took a second before he made his way after the man well it seemed that no one was currently fucked up and that was a good thing he was starting to run low on supplies for the most part. He was going to need to seem demios to get some more lax essence for late but for now he was as least able to do something to help most along with just his skills in the field alone. He might down play it but he was the most experience medic in theria and most times in Illburg when he came down.

Following he man into his house as he ran his fingers along the stone wall he still wasn't use to the way they built building they seemed stone but it just didn't do it for him but that was not why he was here. Taking a second to lean against the door way just incase someone tried to come in behind him. He had to deal with few people that were addicated to a certain kind of potion on the last few days and it was annoy when you couldn't see someone to hit them. But the wind was still able to find them if he needed to hit a fucker.

Leaning forward a bit as he looked at the mixture the shit was bubbling with out needed heat there was time in his medical career that he would call this some crazy ass shit. Tapping it with the back of his finger as he looked at the man.

"What that looks like if a collection of fucked up shit, now I have drank a lot of fuck there Basten and a lot of it tried ta come back up but you sued about this shit?"

He took another second as he grabbed the vial and held it up to the light. The idea to get closed to the blood that pumped in his veins that was something he couldn't pass up though if it work………. "ya sure this gonna work?"
(Arthur)
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[16:00] "I'll star' by say'in dis... Only a drakanite can even attempt ta drink dat shit." Allowing the man to take hold of the vial. His golden gaze remained fixated over the mans expression.

Curiosity was both enlightening and dangerous after-all.

"I used only wha' I though' best ta tap in'ta dat draconic blood. An If I ain't da damned best alchemist on this island? I'd probably hav sum doubts as well." But one so progressive as himself?

Could only rely on the nature of years in expertise tied to towards herbs. Towards mixing and brewing. Having already taken the first step towards the top.

His ambitious nature only drew fourth more of his work ethic out. Behind every brittle battle, he returned with a means to grow stronger.

"Wha' I'm guess'in ya should feel? Is hot as fuck. Should feel lik' ya blood is boil'in. At dat point? It'll be up ta ya, ta focus dat shit. Harness it. Dun be scared of a bitta pain. Ya feel meh? I ain't eva drink one, but... I made it. So i'm just shoot'in shit out. Ight? But kno' ya ain't dy'in from dis shit. An ya gonna drink it down. All of it. If ya do decide ta tak' dat leap of faith..."

Falling silent now, he rested both hands. Metal and flesh, over his knee. Eyeing them carefully with attentive eye. As much as he wanted to wait and see the outcome.

He decided to chime in one last bit.

"Ya trust meh, don'cha?"
(Basten)
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[16:09] "yea yea."

Arthur took a second as he looked at the bottle the man did have a point he was the best alchemist that he knew and if there was a 1% chance that this shit was going to work he needed to take it. The needed to take that chance for his strength to grow and if he was able to prefect this mixture there was a chance that he would be able to reach his goal and become every closer to his bloodline.

He gave the bottle a little shake as he looked at the liquid bubble and froth in his tube. He had to risk it if it did nothing the all he lost was time if it did as he man through well then that was something he would have to deal with. But before he drank it he was going to have to do it right resting his packs on the ground as his wings started to brust from his back the wings on them flapping slightly as he rolled his shoulders.

Giving it a quick sniff as his fingers grabbed one of the chairs just incase the thing knocked him out and he downed the entire tube on one shot. Letting it burn its way down his throat, it wasn't like a liquor burn his was more like trying to sallow hot magma and it didn't travel fast. His finger dug into the wood as he pushed it down his throat.

"Da fuck happens now den?"
(Arthur)
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[16:18] Allowing Arthur the time to adjust, to prepare for the inventible should they drink the potion. The sight of them going to grip at a nearby chain did bring the Rhoynish to nod a couple of times.

"Good idea..."

He laughed, falling silent now once the bottle was taken to the mans lips. Downed in a slow tedious manner. Parts of him winced at the thought of what sensations were felt behind the heat resistant liquid.

"Ya should be feel'in it once it settles... It's gonna contest wit'cha human blood. Thin' of it lik a virus. Ya kno? It's gonna make an attempt ta mak' way fo' moe dragon blood. In dat time? Ya gotta rememba a few things."

Whether the mans attention could last before the explosive effects of the potion began taking place.

Three digits were raised in direction of the man, a smile gleefully accompanied the motion. "A dragons ga rage, pride... An greed. Don' be consumed..." Expecting much of the effects to take place inside the mans mind.

The results were what he sought after. Surely a few pre-determined side-effects were listed. But the exploration to what would unfold here is how the man sought to press on. "An please... Don' break mah shit. Ight?"

A few parting words before Arthur would likely lose himself to the endless cycle of abyssal draconic sensations. Flourishing like a crack appearing in a damn. Washing over him like the harsh environments endowed by the sun.

By the Flames.

By the Dragons.
(Basten)
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[16:41] Arthur took a second as he wrapped the chain around his hand he needed to steady himself he needed to get a bit of control back, whatever was in that drink it had him feeling out. It was like a fire was under his skin burning away as his muscles as he finger's sunk into the chain almost digging groves into the wall. He needed to fins a way to stead himself it was like they were growing and contracting at a rapid pace and it was pain running through his body.

He had been impaled on things before he had dealt with fire hot enough that it burned away his skin but this was worst it was like his soul as on fire that part of it was burning away at the other. He took a second as he pulled himself away from the wall the axe that he carried on his back the unfinished siege breaker expanded the air of dear air from just around him to the entire room. The entire place that they were in seemed to have no breeze seemed to have nothing for a while there was no sound coming out from theoutside but there was a pulsing that seemed to shake with pressure as he fell to his knees his wings where spasming as he tried to pulled himself back to try and keep the emotions of a dragon under control. There was a plop that ran out in the room that he couldn't place he couldn't control the dead air he could feel the water on his face but he wasn't a water magi. And why was he crying he didn't cry he never cried.

Focusing on the ground as he watched the red soak into the stone as a little puddle of blood ran down his eyes staining his face as his eyes chanced back and forth as his iris stretched and contacted. For a second he would see things like a dragon, to horde to rage to eat to consume all that was around him. But before he could as something hammered those ideas back into him and chained them in the ability to think. That he raged against those that harmed him, to horde all that could be used to grow to consume and use that power to be stronger.

His wings flex as the symbol to his bloodline changed the feather on the bottom changing as the wing too them. As they changed from the white a the light hit them. Them shimmered like the rainbow it took him another minute to be able to pull himself back to his feet. His scales had grown further that what he noticed they covered most of his arms and his legs and hands had become more dragonic from what could been seen. Almost like claws or perhaps it was just a trick of the light?

He opened his mouth to speak but it had forgotten words it just roared in that space where sound wasn't able to get out of. "Basten what was that fuck ya gave me?!?"
(Arthur)
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[16:50] With a lack of empathy briefly shown to be revealed behind the golden hue. Lingering over the sight of Arthur as the settling began. "Hrm… Mhm..." A few mumbles, raising the notebook to his face, behind every painful or expression.

The Rhoynish was writing it down, already seeking to refine the final batch through the efforts Arthur had shown. "Ya do'in good man! Keep it up!" He'd shouted, doubting the man could hear him over what looked to be an unbearable pain.

Making the reaver oh so happy he didn't drink it himself in a desperate attempt to just find some results in pursuit of his endeavors.

And yet, now, with the man on the ground. Seething in pain, his body refused to move. Making no action to assist other than himself. Jotting down the effects, taking sight into what looked as if.

A more in-depth transformation. The feathery wings seared away, replaced with a look of real wings. "Oh?" He never expected the depths of deepening ones bond to nearly turn them into a dragon in the process.

But it somehow made sense?

Only after all the effects settled, finally coming into full view that the rhoynish closed his notebook. Rising from his seat he paced around the man, like a predator to its prey. Stepping aside briefly when shouted at.

"Wha'cha mean? Look at'cha…? Duh fuck it looks like I did."

He groaned, scratching at the back of his head with rugged fingers. "From da looks of it? Ya turned a bit moe dragon... Ain't sur' if dat's what is... Ya know... Supposed ta happen... I thin' I used too much dragons teeth in dat. Unless... How da ya feel. Arthur? Focus ya mind fo a bit. Tell meh wha'cha feel? It'll help meh with finishing this shit."
(Basten)
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[17:11] Arthur took a second as he fought the growing need to kill Basten that was rising up from his throat. It was a wonderful feeling along the want to push the place they were standing in to the ground but that was the rage that he was keeping under control so that he didn't miss and kill someone. He needed to gain back control from this change, his blood was like fire burning way in his veins as he went. He exhaled and the wind that came from his nose was like blowing a storm on the ground as he got his bearing he was still un used to walking and standing while his feet was like this. His claws dug into the ground to give him a better grip and more power to his swing. He could feel the power that was burning away in his body right now, he could feel the tether in his soul to the dragon that blood ran in his body.

His lungs felt more packed as if they were taking in more air that usual but that still didn't sense. Foucs you dumb ass you were a medic and this is something that had changed you into something more than what you were before you need to focus. You need to understand so that it can be made to increase the power of the mountain and the bond with those that are in the desert.

"Ya changed ta make up what I was ya fuck with whatever this think is ya had me drink!"

He took a step as he felt for the wind I needed to so how far the dead air had spread because of the change to his body. It had managed to spread over the entire room well that was something the mana that he had been putting out then was something that sacred him right now. It was like his spirit was connected to something larger than himself right now and that great thing was allowing its essence to flow back down into him.

"This some fuck for da most part, body is different muscles are different, lungs taking in more air than normal I know da much. I aint know what else feels like I have a second pulse or some shit like da. Basten da fuck ya did?"
(Arthur)
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[17:20] Waving a dismissive hand in direction of the drakanite. Taking note in mind over the displayed after-effects. Their flesh, their breathing, their eyes that sharpened unlike any he'd seen before.

It was all for the Rhoynish to instill into his memory. Embedding the thought for when he finally pushed for the final product.

"I help'd ya! Quit ya bitch'in… Ya a grown man, I ain't mak' ya drink. Righ'?" Huffing flaring nostrils in direction of the man, he wouldn't be berated for his assistance.

"Now... Look'in ya a different man, moe beast if any'thin… Which means, shit works... Just... Too strong righ' now."

From what he'd seen so far? He might've went a bit overboard in pouring in a whole dragons tooth worth of sands into a single vial. But now he knew exactly how to balance it all out.

Reimagining the recipe as the two spoke.

"It lik'ly ain't gonna last fo'eva. May'be less dan a year or sum'thin? An tha's only if ya restrain ya self. Ya let dat blood die out on ya. Then? You'll be fine. Till den doh? Why not explore dah effects. An may'be ya migh' try harda ta retain wha'cha gained?"

Doing his best to quell the mans fury. An expected results, having warned the man of what properties made a dragons persona.

It only made sense for those who ingested the potion to reveal the same mentality.

"Eitha way, Arthur? I'd say it was a success... In terms of a trial run! Hehe... So how bout ya tak' dis tea? An chill. Ya moe dragon den man righ' now. I'm sur' ya people gonna be jealous." Tossing a garden tea in direction of the man.

The Rhoynish and his cooking skill? Were much like his alchemy.

To die for.

"Now den... That'll be ah my manz! I needa work on dis potion. Improve, finalize it. Yeah? Ya played an important role in mah work. An i'm think'in ya grew from it as well. Think of it as.... Basten's bless'in. Hahah!" Light laughter escaped past his lips.

With all things concluded.

He still had much work to do.
(Basten)
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[17:36] Arthur took a second as he reached into one of his pack and he grabbed a jug and popped the cork and he poured the drink down his throat. And felt nothing well that was a bitch it seemed that whatever his change was that had cause him to be like his had made more effects on his body that he was aware of. His tongue flicked out and he saw that it was slight longer than he remembered it. well that was something he was going to have to deal with for a the nest few days. But it brought out well it brought to mind a rumor that he had heard over the bar before about a drink that brought one closer to the dragon and it seemed that Basten had managed to get close to it in a room in the desert. He was either insane or a genius or a little bit of both.

He could go back to the mountain until the effect of this were to die down as he was he could cause to much of a scene up there and until this potion was ready. Actually ready there was a chance this could change things up on the mountainbring those with the blood in them back to the place. He had to focus pushing down the rage moving it somewhere else so that he was able to channel it.

"Basten if ya could prefect this potion, I would like to open up a trade route on behalf of the mountain. I will but my word on it and I have always kept my word ta ya down 'ere. Any of the other clan heads will back me up on dis. If ya can make dis proper like...…. I heard a rumor that there was a drink brew with dragonblood at the base ya think ya can use that to make some like dis but stonger. I have a goal I need to reach and I think ya might have helped me figure out a step ta get dere."

Arthur knew something from whatever this potion was that it wouldn't leave his system fully there was something with this batch that changed the make up of his body and that was going to be interesting.
(Arthur)
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[17:36] {Item} You picked up Garden Tea. Dropped by Basten. .
[17:41] "There's sum'thin ya needa unda'stan, Arthur... I ain't a good man. I ain't look'in fo coin, I ain't look'in ta extend mah hands ta dah island." Standing beside his workbench, the Rhoynish spoke all the while managing his attention between the conversation still at large.

And the potion still needing some minor touch ups.

"Ya should be happy I let ya try it... It ain't sum'thin that'll come round often. Ya did good help'in meh. But what mor' could be gained? I ain't look'in fo' dat... Nah... I got bigger dreams, Arthur."

Thinking on it now, the people he'd hurt. The pieces that fell off from his being. He'd shed countless times, adapting to the harsh environments that be esshar.

"Ya get sum rest doh, ya? Glad I could help, but ya ain't needa do moe tha' wha' I did fo' ya." Raising a hand waving the man off. "Now go, get ya arse outta here. I got work ta get ta."
(Basten)
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[17:50] "Never thought ya was a good man Basten ya a driven man and a person word especially one that made their life trading is one they would try and keep strong or who would do business with dem? Always said its my goal ta make sure that da mountain and da desert stay strong allies and ya da second in da line of shit. Would rather make dis work and if ya help ya can keep da recopied from da drink, da should be worth somethin ta ya."

He took a second as he pulled his feet from the ground looking at the groove that he cut into the stone he was still getting use to the body. But he needed to put it thought his own testing Basten might have understand his formula but he was a medic and this was something that he needed to push. He needed to push how much the body was able to take, and how much the body was able to work with. How much was this warform as able to take, yes warform that what he was going to call this.

Awaked from the blood of a dragon blessed whos magic had reached the level of legend and the living essence of a dragon itself.

"Don't be a git Basten I fixed ya ass more den anyone else in dis place, now I need ta do my own test of dis warform."
(Arthur)