If you would like, I can try to communicate with the dragons that have arrived.



[OOC: Is anyone spoofing the dragons? If so...would you like to do a log with ol'Greg?]

A young lady mentioned opening a school. I think that is a wonderful idea. There are so many different people and things from various cultures, I think we could learn something from each other.

As one of the Master Mages of Vane, I offer my services to teach at the school.

I think this will make an adequate costume. As I understand it, black cats are associated with this holiday, so a black flying cat will be most welcome.

[OOC: If there's a party thread I can let him join, please let me know. Thanks!]

I am able to fly (though that will require you to behold me like this which can be unsettling). If I can offer assistance to those who need it, though my powers are limited in this place...


[OOC: If anyone wants to log with the dragon-mage, I'd love to do so]

I'm so glad I found a safe place on a roof...especially given the current state of things. We must be toys for these gods to do as they wish with us. I find it strange that some of us are immune. Do they randomly pick or is there some sort of reason to their selection of who receives their wrath?

In all my 2000 years, I've never had the desire to BE the fairer sex...never.

[OOC: Strikes hard to hack, but doable if you're determined]

So even in this place, where reality seems to have slipped, people do not like the sight of lizards.

I suppose I can understand.

I was informed that I must find employment. What sort of opportunities are available here?

( Private//Easily Hackable )

I decided to take a flight walk around the city and see what I could see. There doesn't seem to be much here...it reminds me of the Frontier.

My name is Gregory Telka...I doubt that means anything to anyone...

Or, perhaps the question should be...is there anyone else here?

I don’t quite understand what I’m doing here. Mother already punished me for my transgression, so it is rather pointless for another deity to assume her role in doling out sentences.

I have noticed that none of my illusions, save the one I wear, are working. Apparently part of my castigation is to remain silenced.

Though, looking around, I suppose this is a fitting place for me to remain for eternity...

I have seen there are other messages on this machine. Are there others here or just the remnants of souls that have passed through this place on the road to somewhere else?