Anonymous asked: This greyface loves you very much!
The dragon’s eyes narrowed to slits.
“Well clearly you do not or you would not hide behind that grey veil, joor. Ofan zey gein pruzeh zarin Zu fend ni ag hi nutiid.”
Anonymous asked: Do you know a dragon named Alguhging? :D
“Al-gu-gahng-?” Strunlokmaar gave up trying to wrap his mouth around the ward clamped his jaws together with an audible snap, “Niid. Those are not even Rotmulag.”
See how my character reacts if yours says ‘I love you.’
Anonymous asked: Alduin is very, very cross with you and he's gonna nom your soul! :D
The dragon blew air between his teeth, making a sound that seemed to be something between a whistle and a disbelieving ‘pfft’.
“Zu lost done no wrong, ahrk even if Zu had, ‘nomming’ my sil would require having the mental capacity to handle my extensive knowledge,” despite his brave (and surprising sassy) words, Strunlokmaar’s gaze was guarded and quite firmly fixed on the sky above.
Anonymous asked: What type of Daedric creature you find to be the most interesting?
“In all honesty I often wonder if you greyfiends are Daedra of some description,” he snorted, then shook his head, “nuz, to answer your question, I do find the various atronachs fascinating. Raanne do yol, fo ahrk qo. They are nothing but elemental energy, yet still posses the spark of life.”
Scare my character with one sentence
Anonymous asked: If you would be a joor for a day, what are some of the things you'll want to do/see? (except for finding a way to revert to your dragon-self)
Opening his mouth to speak halfway through the greyface’s sentence, Strunlokmaar’s eyes narrowed and his pupils widened in frustration when the disclaimer that he couldn’t say anything along the lines of trying to find out how to restore his glorious form. The dragons clamped his mouth shut, glaring at the question’s asker balefully as smoke rose from his nostrils and sparks jumped between his two front teeth.
“Maybe visit that Winterhold place. Or find a town centre and absorb as much ‘gossip’ as possible. Nu, Zu would recommend that you leave as soon as possible, joor. My patience only has about ten more seconds to it…” the crackling of electricity about his mouth became more frequent as he said this.
“Well I did only say in a way. It’s the big door. Reminds me of the bulkhead, that’s a large very secure door metal by the by, that leads into my base. And the ruined bits remind me of what the facility I was made in looked like after I went crazy.” Toaster sighed, remembering the early days of his insanity almost fondly.
“Maybe you could come and visit some day. Mind you… I’ve never taken a passenger of your size before, and I ain’t carrying you.” He is silent for a few seconds, trying to keep a straight face behind his helmet, before bursting into a fit of giggles. “Skies above, me carrying you, that is a funny thought!” After a few seconds of laughter the Cyborg calms down enough to reach up and remove his helmet. He held it under his arm and observed Bromjunaar with the naked eye. “Still, I like this place, even if it is a bit… broken. Here and there.”
((OH MY GOD HOW DID I NOT SEE THIS SOONER AAAAHHH))
Strunlokmaar blinked slowly, attempting to create a mental image of this ‘bulkhead’ door that Jakob was describing. In all seriousness the first thing he picture was a cow with a bulky tumour on its head, but upon leaning back on his perch and examining the heavy, intricately carved doors on the buildings that still stood, he decided that he could understand what the not-quite-mortal was describing. The comment regarding “what the facility I was made in looked like after I went crazy” was much easier to understand, however, if perhaps a little disheartening.
“Zu kend orwahl daar staad,” the dragon seemed to zone out for a moment, but whatever he may have been planning was put aside when he heard Toaster mention visiting. He swivelled his neck back around to examine the cyborg, appearing to be genuinely confused.
“Visit? Zu’u ni sure…” he trailed off when Jakob suddenly started laughing uncontrollably, staring blankly until he finally got a hold of himself. Strunlokmaar seriously failed to see the joke here - even if Toaster could lift however many tonnes he weighed, there was no way in Oblivion the dragon would let anyone carry him.