Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27356783-20190917015248/@comment-27344811-20190919141825

Meanwhile, in another dimension....

This is ridiculous. The Devourer of Gods hisses, shaking the giant gun platform off of his armor-covered worm body. ''I am a god! I don't need such tools!''

"Yes, but consider," behind a computer in front of him is a 9-foot or so cybernetic being, with digitigrade legs and a golden lower jaw and torso ridges. "The Terrarian, who kills you constantly for your tools, uses guns."

The Devourer grumbles, but stops when he sees a rift in time-space. Draedon, he hisses. "Not mine! But! IT seems to be, according to these readings, beginning to start becoming a vortex."

I am not going through there.

"You can tear through dimensions! Stop complaining, you big baby!" Draedon packs up his Computer and Forge and marches through.

The Devourer mumbles as he glides after the tinkerer. -- Also appearing at a fountain is- oh. Hm. That is a very chonky boy. He is a light blue chonky boy, with a tan underbelly, a row of darker blue rounded spikes behind his head. There is no discernable neck, just body and then head. He has ovaloid feet, a tick tail, and two small arms hugging its sides.

The Ice Dragon growls, rubbing the sides of his face.

This is the ICe Dragon, and he'd rather be back in his cave right now instead of this.