Dargon 1.4: Warning
You are a dragon. And frankly, you are about to do something stupid.
Granted, you're currently able to punt this other dragon should they get uppity, but the word to be stressed there was 'currently'. No doubt that you would go for a different approach should the disparity between you and this other dragon were a little… different.
"Oh, I'm sure I can render your little ward to slag, even with your 'protection'." You drawl, causing the other dragon to let out a snarl at the threat. "Have you ever considered that your skills in keeping your 'child of the prophecy' hidden is simply atrocious?"
"You dare–"
"I found your little project by just listening to the mortals chatter about in the nearby villages." A snort coming from your snout. "That means any dragon with the capability and will to disrupt your little ward's growth would be able to do so without issue, so long as they keep a search out for rumors around this area."
"And you think you have both?"
Laughter roars from your maw at that, meeting the other dragon's gaze with a grin.
"Try me."
Wings flare. The other dragon roars, surging forward in a burst of speed, but you were already moving, diving down like a rock and dodging the first blow. A hand lashes out, raking across the other dragon's flank, and you roar back in triumph as your claws wrench out a long line of scales throughout the other dragon's body.
The other dragon replies with a roar of pain, its tail swinging like a club to counterattack, but you were already moving once more, starfire bubbling in the depths of your maw before unleashing it in one horrid blast.
For what it's worth, the other dragon tried to change its trajectory with a flap of its wings. But two wings working in concert could never outmaneuver four, and so your breath rings out in a supersonic blast, a wave of superheated air following in its wake that scorches the scales of the other dragon's crown, staining the once-white scales a solid black.
Another flap of your wings sends you back a respectable distance, looking at the other dragon with disdain. Bad enough that they chose to meddle in mortal matters, but they didn't even have the power to back it up. There was a reason Momma Konnto always said that you should stay away from dragons that fancied themselves as protectors.
Now, not that it stopped you from all but provoking this particular dragon over here, but they didn't even know magic! At this rate, they were going to get themselves killed. Well, them and whatever little mortal that they've been grooming up for whatever purposes that they might serve.
"Have I made my point yet, or are you going to charge at me again like an idiot?" You ask in a dry tone, arms crossed over your chest as you watch the other dragon slowly come to a stop. An ungainly, rough stop that has one of their arms clutching the crown of their head, all but snarling a few words in Draconic that you were sure were curses. Oh, if Momma Konnto was here to see this idiot…
"You… You have made your point." The other dragon snarls back in turn, shaking their head and fixing you with the harshest glare that they could muster. Frankly, they look like a miffed puppy, but you're not going to mention such observations now. "Now leave this space."
"And how are you going to make me do that?" You drawl in return, genuinely curious as to how the other dragon was going to handle this. If you were a more… unscrupulous dragon (ha!), then you would've already killed the other dragon, find their lair, and be done with it. No, you have the moral high ground here – as much as dragons had any sort of moral high ground – and you were going to milk it for what it's worth.
… It's not bribery. Definitely not. And the other dragon is definitely not staring at you with some measure of disgust. "You are quite the manipulative, greedy, little weasel."
"This 'little weasel' could blast your little project to pieces without breaking a sweat." You snap back, "Now what do you have in your lair that you could use to pay me off?"
The other dragon lets out an aggrieved sigh, and you can't help but be a bit giddy as the tension leaves the shoulders of the other dragon. "Follow."
Now, there was a chance that this might be a trap. But then again, what kind of an idiotic dragon would stash anti-dragon traps in their lair, where it could be used against them? So really, everything was fine.
You follow the other dragon back into his lair, making sure that you always lagged behind just in case they tried something. You also kept a wary eye on the ground as well, waiting for the other shoe to drop… but none came. Thank goodness that this dragon liked to stroke their own moral superiority.
With a flourish, you land alongside the other dragon in the middle of their lair, close enough to ensure that any nasty effect that might hit you would affect them as well. Your wings retreat with nothing more than a thought, and the other dragon flourishes an arm towards an array of magical trinkets, their own little wall of treasures.
"Take one, and get out." The other dragon grunts. "If you get more than one, I'll know."
And you're not stupid enough to piss off another dragon while inside their lair.
Still, shinies! There's a few things in here that caught your fancy…
[] Floating crystals held together by rings of gold? That could give you a few ideas for your flying lair.
[] A gold-encrusted scroll that's entirely made up of crystals… It would make for a good conversation piece.
[] Who makes dragon-sized halberds? Well, apparently they exist, and they're here in this dragon's lair. It should be fun to master this kind of thing.
[x] Packets of white crystals held in watertight skins. Something about this niggles your memories…
[] Take more than one. You're pretty sure you can dump the other dragon if they get uppity. Besides, they took you directly to their lair. What kind of dragon was stupid enough to do that?
- [] Which artifacts are you taking?
[] Write-in.