To Utopia, Hell...

[Dracos]

"Great Evils?  Hope?  You humans come up with such amusing myths.  I was once the guardian of the weapons of the hero, but his time has come and gone, though his spirit wanders still.  Needless to say, all that occupies the box today is me.  Yomi."

Dracos

[Olvelsper]

"Well, there has to be something extraordinarily special about you if you were sealed away, and guarded to the death by an entire village." Jan smoothly responded.

[Dracos]

"Probably because I know too much." He yammered.  "They put me back down in that hole did they?  Figures he would.  No appreciation, nope nope."

Dracos

[Olvelsper]

"But everything was said and done, wasn't it? If the hero is gone, he must've gotten rid of the evil, right?"

[Dracos]

"Yes, he did...  slew it and buried it deep within the darkness.  Yet..."  the creature seemed puzzled.

[Olvelsper]

"Why would people be so anxious to find where you were sealed if things had come to a head?" Jan suggested.

[Dracos]

"Anxious?  I know not of this, or what has passed since I was gone.  At least not yet." His voice was playful.

Dracos

[Olvelsper]

"Hm..." Jan eyed the creature dubiously. "I suppose we should just seal you away again, then."

[Dracos]

"hey now, that's not very nice.  You should be more polite to your betters.  And you wouldn't have even gotten me out of there if you weren't on a quest of merit.  Strange though, this world is.  I wouldn't have thought a place like this could exist on top of the grave."

Dracos

[Olvelsper]

Jan blinked, "On top of a grave? Wait, are you talking about that demon?" He decided to ask about that quest of merit later.

[Dracos]

"Demon?  How rude.  I'm not a demon.  I'm Yomi."  He seemed positively insulted.

Dracos

[Olvelsper]

"Man, now I know why I didn't like old myths when I'm a kid." Jan rubbed at his eyes.

"Okay, let's get this clear. You mentioned the world as a whole and how strange, then you said 'on top of a grave', when you had previously mentioned your former owner or whatever killing a great demon and casting them down into the earth below. Therefore, I ask if you were talking about that demon."

He sighed. "I wasn't insulting you." The negotiator peered at the weird little creature closely. "You kinda look it, though." Jan fired off partingly.

[Dracos]

"I look as all did at first...and will likely at the end.  Before any changes, before any growth, before the even the concept of man, I was there.  I was how all was.  I predicted, around the time of the hero, that man would come again to be like me, but this hasn't happened yet and may not for millenia to come." He responded.

"And...you don't know?  You can't feel it?" He asked, seemingly honestly confused at this.

Dracos

[Olvelsper]

"Can't say I feel anything at the moment, no. Earlier I had felt something foreboding in the air, but not anymore. What are you feeling?" Jan wisely decided to lay off sniping at the odd little creature for now, feeling that mocking it so much within such a short timeframe would anger it.

[Carthrat]

"All I feel is unease," chimes in Mei-Ling. "Unease.. and magic. The creature is not lying, Jan. It is truly very old.

Old, and portentious."