SUMMER COMMON ROOM - WEEK 5

[dormheads]

common room.

The common room is as bright and open as the rest of the dorm. Beanbag chairs and even more hammocks are situated around for any of your resting needs, because who needs couches? There are a few blankets on the couch just for comfort, but the temperature is never cold enough to need them because of chill. There's also an absurd amount of pillows.

The walls are decorated with paintings that are either modern art pieces or done by kindergarteners. There are also photographs tacked onto the walls as well, of seemingly random things like a vase of flowers, a mailbox, a bird on a tree branch. The photos are less about grand views and feels more like someone testing out a camera.

On a table is a welcome basket.

specialty room.

In the common room, there's a door that leads to what can only be described as an Occult Room for some strange reason. Unlike the rest of the dorm, this room is dimly lit and is crowded with items—a skeleton that may or may not be real, taxidermy animals, really creepy looking dolls, an actual coffin, etc. On a table to the side is a Ouija board, a few tarot decks, and crystal ball.

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Comments

[arcsplainist]

[ Either Claude did not heed the warnings during his auction date blurbs, or he truly is the perfect candidate for Alphinaud. ]

Oh—well, about that. Until but recently, dragons did not take kindly to mankind, for they had been locked in a war for nigh on a thousand years with the nation of Ishgard—the Dragonsong War, they called it. It very well could have continued on, too, for the great dreadwrym Nidhogg was hellsbent on making the people suffer for as long as he lived. Fortunately, however, the war had managed to come to an end, and the rift 'twixt man and dragon has been mended. 'Tis not perfect, of course, but now we are able to aid each other rather than be the cause of much turmoil.

[shaft]

[ VERY interesting!! ]

What were they fighting over?

[arcsplainist]

In short, a betrayal. They had once lived together in harmony, but in man's inevitable greed for power, a small group of people had killed a wrym of the first brood. In his sorrow and fury, Nidhogg had retaliated.

[shaft]

People really are the same all across the different worlds? Equally greedy, equally generous...

How long did the war go on?

[arcsplainist]

Even across the rift, very little changes... 'Twas a thousand-year war, it was. Though mere mortals such as you and I come and go, dragons outlive us by a great and many years, and so, they had never forgotten the betrayal.

[shaft]

A thousand years. [ He whistles. ] To stop a war that's festered for so long is quite impressive. I've love to hear how you managed it.

[arcsplainist]

That... is quite a story, I should warn. Our first attempt at a parley with the dragons did not go over so well; it took many moons, and many tries. There was bloodshed and loss. But... hm.

Even the dragons had to realize there is no hope to be found in bottomless fury, and naught to gain by slaying man, and in kind being slain by their hand.