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Meri continued to sing as he growled. The blood on his claws and teeth and the gore from the dead dragons was taking his focus and the rage was eating at his willpower. The frenzy was digging further into his mind than usual, but that was because he was in his dragon form and didn't have the extra layer of half-elf skin to protect him.

He continued to sing his song, growling all the time. He was not completely sure if he should give in to the frenzy or not. Something was telling him not to and something was.

His focus slowly drifted towards the people who fought the green cousin of his.

((Good lord you make things hard to translate :XP: Having fun doing it though rofl I'm assuming it's latin, although nothing matches very often to actual latin words.))

Meri focussed on the words of the paladin. The words were the calmest prayer he had ever heard, considering the circumstances. A gargantuan creature was facing down a human sized creature and yet, she prayed.

He watched as she removed her helmet. Everything that happened in the tavern came flooding back to him. His frenzy increased as he saw the blood again, but decreased as he remembered himself healing the young man and singing the calming song.

Then he realised why the paladin's burns had not been healed. She had been burned by a dragon's fire. Only such fire could not be healed unless healed by a dragon. She was dragon marked and he realised that he could not bring himself to attack such a brave one as her.

He slowed his wing beats and gently lowered himself to the ground, careful not to land on any buildings or people. His growling subsided as his singing increased. A calming song left his maw, and then his mouth as he started to change back to his half-elf form.

His transformation was complete in a short time, as if Meri was rushing to get out of his dragon skin, or to get behind a wall. He collapsed down to his hands and knees, panting heavily.

((Heh, interesting, except the link isn't working for some reason, but, I found a translation. Interesting.))

Meri shook his head, still facing down. "No, at least, not what you can offer." He slowly stood, using a chunk of rubble as a support. His head still hanging low, as if he really didn't want to look at the people he had serious thoughts of eating. He shuddered at the thought of human flesh, or flesh of any kind really. He was not part of his evil, chromatic cousins and seriously wanted it to stay that way.

He looked around and spotted his sword on the other side of the street. Stumbling over, he dropped to his knees and scooped up the weapon. The enchantments on it had faded, so it only froze the air nearby, not cut it as well.

"Ah, Yunto," he said to the sword as he picked it up and slipped it into it's sheathe.

Merithion, I know you. I also know that the frenzy is eating at you. You also know I want to stop that, for you are worthy of weilding me.

"I know Yunto, but just keep quiet for a while."

The sword shut up and Meri got to his feet again and faced the paladin. He then groaned and fell forward, the lack of energy hitting him like a wave.

Meri was led quietly past the crowd and into the cathedral. He felt the massive doors close behind him and the priest sit down next to him.

"Are you alright, son?" the little man asked.
Meri shook his head. "No. I am not. I am weak and I fear that I will become what I fear."
The man gave Meri a pat on the shoulder before getting up. "Would you like something to drink?" the man asked.
Meri shook his head again before sighing. "A small glass of Mooth wouldn't go astray."

The priest smiled faintly. "It so happens that I can't get rid of the bottle I have. Maybe one of your tastes would appreciate it." The priest bustled off and cam back with a glass and a bottle of the light blue liquid. "Such a bitter drink for one of such talent."

Meri shrugged and sipped the offered glass. The priest sat next to the song dragon again. "May I ask your name son?"
Meri chuckled lightly. "I hope you realise, priest, that I was born before your great grandfather was born. Please don't call me 'son'. My name is Meri."
The priest smiled. "But that's not your dragonic name, is it?"
Meri's head snapped up and his deep blue eyes focussed on the priest. "How did you know?"
The priest tapped the side of his nose with a finger. "My god tells me what he wishes. Also, a four letter name is very uncommon in dragons."
Meri laughed, sipped his drink and relaxed a little. "Merithion-athranus. At least, that's as close as you'll come to my name with a tounge like this."
The priest smiled. "Now I see why you use Meri."

~Warping time~

Meri started breathing heavily in his sleep on the matress near the entrance to the cathedral. He tossed and turned a little, his dreams haunted by visions of the black and green dragons, and even blood and gore. The frenzy was actively trying to take him in his sleep, now that he had killed.

The sun dipped below the horizon and the town and it's folks finished dragging the two dragon carcesses out of town. There was a gully not too far from the town and the dragons had been pushed into it. A wind blew from the town, out past the smell of the rapidly decaying dragons.

A hand rapped on the door to the cathedral and was pushed open by a small man in pale blue robes. Behind him stood a few other people, including a priestess in silver robes, a medium sized man with wings and a sorceress in rippling gold and red robes.

"How can I help you," the priest of the catherdral asked.
"We need to see the dragon," the small man said in a rush. "It's very important."
The priest shook his head. "Sorry, he is resting."
"Not any more," Meri said from his bed. "Who are they and what do they want?"
The priest glanced at Meri. "They are wizards, by the looks of them and they want to see you."
Meri sighed. "Let them in."

The priest stepped aside and the small man bustled in. He glanced around and darted to Meri's side, looking down at the now sitting bard.

"Oh great dragon, we come-"
"Oh shut it," Meri snapped. "I'm no great dragon. What do you want?"

The sorceress and the priestess pushed the small man out of the way. The sorceress bowed to him and the priestess curtsied. Meri glared back.

"Okay, we'll try not to keep doing that," said the sorceress. "Dragon, we bring good and bad news."
Meri's eyes narrowed. "Yes?"
The priestess looked worried for a second before the sorceress continued. "Bad news is that the rage will continue untill you die."
Meri's breath left him in a rush. So I'm going to taste flesh. I'm going to become what I do not wish to be.
A thought protruded in on his own. Merithion, you will only become what is good and right, his sword said.
What a crowded brain for a dragon, said a feminine voice. Merithion-athranus. What a pretty name.
Meri's eyes snapped to the priestess. Out.
The priestess gave a small bow and took a step back.
"Okay, so, what's this good news? That I can escape the frenzy?" Meri's voice was writ with sarcasm.
"Actually, yes," the sorceress replied. "Well, we're not completely sure, but we know that the magic behind the frenzy has been tampered with and it is elven high magic."

Meri slowly stood, the group taking a collective step back. The winged man folded his arms and stayed where he was, now at the front of the group. Meri focussed on him.

"A magical sword for one of your nature. Interesting." The man nodded and the sorceress steped back up to his side.
"Hurn, sush," she said. "There are a few places that a person of your talents would be able to get to easier than us. We need you."

Meri shook his head and lent against a pew. He sighed.

"Everyone seems to need me." He shook his head and sighed. "Okay, I'll do it, but only because I don't want to be a dracolich."
A couple of wizards muttered amongst themselves. A smug grin crossed the face of Hurn and a frown landewd on the small mans face.
"What makes you say that, master bard?" Hurn asked.
Meri looked up and into his eyes. "Because, after meeting Kranthas, I understood why he took undeath over life."
The muttering increased again.
The sorceress stepped in front of Hurn. "And why did he offer you eternal un-life?"
"Because he want's to rule the world with an army of dracolich's at his side." Meri frowned and turned his head towards the paladin in the shadows. He stared at her for a second before staring at the assembled wizards. Some of the group glanced at the paladin. They automatically assumed that she was watching them to make sure they didn't do anything non-sacred.

"To be dead is to not have the urges of life and to have more power than before. But for one of my kind to become a draco lich? That is unacceptable, even in extreme circumstances."
"Remember what you just said bard," the priestess said. "It might save your life one day."
Meri nodded. "I'll go to where you want, but I get to choose who comes with me and how I do it."
A few of the wizards scowled, but most nodded.
"We'll be in my tower, researching what we have," said the little man. "It's the one north of the town."
Meri nodded and watched as the wizards started filing out of the cathedral. He sighed and turned to the silent knight.

"Are you going to let your dinner get cold?" he asked as he sat back down on the matress and took of his belt, dumping the sword on the ground next to him.

Meri smiled faintly at the knight. "Thank you," he said as he started to eat slowly.

After a moment he looked up at the silent knight. He stared at her for a moment, chewing on a slightly tough piece of meat. He swallowed. "What would you like to know that you don't already?" he asked her, his voice level. "Why I chose this body? Who's Kranthas? Why I didn't become a dracolich to escape the frenzy? What is your pleasure to know?"

((Okay, I'm out for 2 weeks. See you later. I'll PM people to remind them of this RP.))