07-19-2023, 02:55 AM
Jaxen's eyes twinkled mischievously as he absorbed Mikhail's response, sensing an opportunity to amplify the awe. With a theatrical flair, he set his vodka glass down and leaned back, a sly smile tugging at the corners of his lips.
“Ah Mikhail, you have quite the imagination! But let me assure you, this is no fantasy spun by Aiden Finnegan's pen,” Jaxen replied, his voice filled with anticipation.
With a flick of his wrist, Jaxen channeled the Ancient Power, conjuring a grand illusion beside them into the form of a life-sized Naga, towering beside them in all its majestic glory. The creature's gleaming scales shimmered with an otherworldly luminescence, and its serpentine body undulated like a cobra rising from the basket.
"There it is," Jaxen declared, his voice filled with pride even as disgust curled his lip.
The illusory Naga loomed above them, casting an ominous shadow across the bar. Its slanted eyes glimmered with an ancient knowledge, and the intricate details of its scaled form seemed almost tangible. Even as the creature was his to command, he looked upon it with unease.
"Now, Mikhail, tell me this wouldn’t make you piss your pants if it curled its head around your shoulder... It sinks its fangs into the flesh of your neck, and you wake up trapped in a world filled with them. Some slithering larger than a building. Others walking on two legs like a man. And the women…don't get me started on the women.” His gaze fixed upon the other man, unsure if he was turned on by the memory or wanted to run for his life. Nope, definitely the latter.
About then, there was a yell and a barstool was hurled through the creature’s shimmery form. The disturbance caused the illusion to dissipate in a thousand shimmering particles. Jaxen only grabbed his drink to protect it from harm and upon twisting around, found the disturbed face of one terrified bartender. To whom he triumphantly lifted his glass. “Well done,” and laughed.
“Ah Mikhail, you have quite the imagination! But let me assure you, this is no fantasy spun by Aiden Finnegan's pen,” Jaxen replied, his voice filled with anticipation.
With a flick of his wrist, Jaxen channeled the Ancient Power, conjuring a grand illusion beside them into the form of a life-sized Naga, towering beside them in all its majestic glory. The creature's gleaming scales shimmered with an otherworldly luminescence, and its serpentine body undulated like a cobra rising from the basket.
"There it is," Jaxen declared, his voice filled with pride even as disgust curled his lip.
The illusory Naga loomed above them, casting an ominous shadow across the bar. Its slanted eyes glimmered with an ancient knowledge, and the intricate details of its scaled form seemed almost tangible. Even as the creature was his to command, he looked upon it with unease.
"Now, Mikhail, tell me this wouldn’t make you piss your pants if it curled its head around your shoulder... It sinks its fangs into the flesh of your neck, and you wake up trapped in a world filled with them. Some slithering larger than a building. Others walking on two legs like a man. And the women…don't get me started on the women.” His gaze fixed upon the other man, unsure if he was turned on by the memory or wanted to run for his life. Nope, definitely the latter.
About then, there was a yell and a barstool was hurled through the creature’s shimmery form. The disturbance caused the illusion to dissipate in a thousand shimmering particles. Jaxen only grabbed his drink to protect it from harm and upon twisting around, found the disturbed face of one terrified bartender. To whom he triumphantly lifted his glass. “Well done,” and laughed.