OOC: Alright, time to set relations for Faefnir and the Grim.

Faefnir soared over the Guarding Forest, keeping a lonely sentinel for his arch-nemesis, the one dragon who Faefnir feared: Rimfax. His golden scales glistened under the silver moonlight, almost creating an artificial day; his piercing, deep blue eyes stood out against his massive bulk, a certain sadness and worry, and yet age-old wisdom beyond any living dragon, dancing among their many facets around his vertical slit that was his pupil. His massive wings covered the stars of the infinite, and they seemed to wrap the world, protectively, possessively, under their great golden membrane.

Faefnir saw from the sky a dead tree, something not to be found very easily in Du Weldenvarden. He also heard singing, beautiful singing, coming from its branches. Now why would someone be singing like that in these dark and dangerous times, Faefnir asked himself. He decided to circle downward and investigate. When he landed in plain view of the singer, he saw what was sitting in the branches of this unfortunate tree: a figure, completely cloaked in black. He also observed a scythe sitting behind it. Faefnir knew immediately what this was. Oh, fair yet hideous Grim. I have long known of your existance. I am Faefnir, king of the Dragon Mountain and son of the Great Dragon himself. Tell me why you are here and why you sing in such terrible times as these.

OOC: This sounds like a story I can get Aeraldi into.

IC: Aeraldi heard the humming of some distant creature, obviously suffering yet not. Both sides of him seemed to enjoy the music.
It's eerily familar, beautiful yet with somethin dark underneath.
Reminds you of us doesn't it? Aeraldi said, enjoying the music as well.
No, it reminds me of who we were.
So we're going to find whoever is singing this wonderful melody?
In a minute. Aeraldi said, wanting to enjoy the music for a moment longer when it suddenly stopped. He sighed and took off into the air in the direction of the music. He stopped suddenly when he saw the forest of Du Weldenvarden with the large figure of Faefnir over the top.
Figures he'd be the one to stop our fun. Aeraldi said with annoyance.
Well, there's obviously something down there of interest otherwise he wouldn't be there would he?
You make a lot of sense there. Lets go.
Aeraldi dived into the trees and worked his way through the branches until he reached one tree that was dead and had a figure sitting in the braches.
Aeraldi approached slowly, making as little sound as he could.
Who was singing before? Aeraldi asked out loud. It was incredible.

OOC: I just wanted to comment, great start guys I can tell this is going to be a good RP, keep it up!

Hello Faefnir. It has been a while. Aeraldi said. Afterwards he looked at Grim. Your song was incredible. It seemed to speak to both sides of me. I can't seem to get it out of my head. Aeraldi admitted. He was having trouble accepting that fact that although it was dangerous and evil it was beautiful.
See through my eyes. Aeraldi commented.
Why don't you ever make make any kind of music with your own voice?
I used to if you remember. You called it disgusting and wrong. Aeraldi would have smiled if he had the body.
Ah yes... I remember now. Aeraldi said, listening to the conversation again just in time to hear about Rimfax.
I should have been able to sense the energy of one so powerful. How did I not know about this Rimfax before? Aeraldi demanded of Faefnir, whilst all the while trying to figure out how one so powerful could have escaped attention.

I need you! I can't fight shadows! Aeraldi cried.
Then I shall fight. Aeraldi answered.
Enjoy this sight, you won't be seeing it for a while. Aeraldi said to Grim, relinquishing control of his body to his other side. He shuddered in pain, lashing out with his jaws occasionally. His spikes grew longer, his claws sharper and his scales finally turned black. Although he was the same size he looked much more of an opponent. Aeraldi growled through clenched teeth and took in a slow breath.
It is good to breathe the air again. While I am not the dragon you once saw my name is still Aeraldi and this Rimfax will bow to me. Aeraldi said baring his teeth.

OOC: I-L-S.. It looks better, when you have different characters talking, to put the dialogue on different lines. It's not in the rules but it makes it easier to read.

This is your bringer of death, destruction and darkness? Aeraldi said almost laughing. This... thing is weaker than I am in this state.
Don't taunt it, I sense a power much deeper about this one. It feels like Faefnir when he is angry. Aeraldi cautioned
Bah. I can sense it too, but it's nothing to us. Aeraldi said to his other side.
I wouldn't be too sure... You know how powerful if made him. Aeraldi said retreating his influence.
The shadows may not bow to me but they know to fear my presence. This Rimfax will learn that soon enough. Aeraldi said without betraying his thoughts to the rest. He continued to watch Rimfax though, remembering his movements.

OOC: Aeraldi, you can control Faefnir and Rimfax. Just a reminder, buddy.