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We should probably also have Iblis learn at least a little bit of wind magic at some point. Just because of the sheer versatility of it.
A Dragon and the Romp Through the Deep
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[X] As Iblis tears through all hindrances to get its gold it glances at Alexander. It begins to question the immortal about the land it was born to and soon shall claim dominion over. Out of idle curiosity Iblis also questions the immortal on if it knows who the dead dragon in the cave was.
-[X] The skull shall be named Chompy!
-[X] The skull shall be named Chompy!
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[X] As Iblis tears through all hindrances to get its gold it glances at Alexander. It begins to question the immortal about the land it was born to and soon shall claim dominion over. Out of idle curiosity Iblis also questions the immortal on if it knows who the dead dragon in the cave was.
-[X] The skull shall be named Chompy!
-[X] The skull shall be named Chompy!
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[X] As Iblis tears through all hindrances to get its gold it glances at Alexander. It begins to question the immortal about the land it was born to and soon shall claim dominion over. Out of idle curiosity Iblis also questions the immortal on if it knows who the dead dragon in the cave was.
-[X] The skull shall be named Chompy!
Thousands of years from now, that skull will still be named chompy, and as our first prize shall still have a place of honor in our massive horde. because a dragon with a few things like that around are just kinda adorable.
-[X] The skull shall be named Chompy!
Thousands of years from now, that skull will still be named chompy, and as our first prize shall still have a place of honor in our massive horde. because a dragon with a few things like that around are just kinda adorable.
Chapter 6
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The dirt and rock parts beneath the dragon's claws as it pulls coin after coin after coin out of the muck.
So shiny, so bright, so mine. Iblis thinks to itself in giggly satisfaction. It hisses at the intrusion of the Crow Mouth, eyes slitted as it gathers its gold to its chest. The man backs away as is proper, approximately within shouting distance now. Chompy has crawled up onto its back using its jaw as a lever and is slowly trying to gnaw through its spine, in futility. That reminds Iblis of something and idle curiosity overruns jealousy for a brief moment.
As it continues to dig, the hole now nearly twice its length in depth and still more gold emerging it shouts to its new Interesting Entity. "What do you know of this land, Immortal?" Its voice rings out through the lake waters on a wave of bubbles from its steaming hot breath.
Its keen ears catch the hum of thought and then Alexander begins to speak. "I have been in this land for uncounted centuries, when it was living it was called Ora-zou. It was a land of plenty, as many claim to be, and as fewer were in truth and it was ruled by Kings. A title for Sovereigns of all stripes and skills and forms. They unified their people through the rule of the fist and claw or guile to rule from a shadowed throne."
"It was a kingdom of Enchantment, a font of great masters and the locus of trade for spices and incense from lands far and wide. It feared nothing, not even Dragons in its hubris. It built great towers of black stone and treated with great spirits in dinner parties held in great orrery's. It knew much of medicine and the body from these beings, and its Kings lived for many years beyond their normal lot."
He nods at Iblis's hole where muck still flies up from its efforts. "It was first destroyed by a Mighty Dragon some centuries before my arrival, a Black I believe. One could find traces of that one's rotten breath still dotting the deep below I believe. Its destroyer's name was Nyko the Shatterer, that terrible monster that had lived for one thousand and one years and decimated half the world. Child of Drella the Rage, who was the child of famed Argo, Nyko shook Ora-zou until it was satisfied and roosted in the corpse of the kingdom."
Alexander shrugs. "Eventually it left, growing bored and taking its hoard away with its slaves to new lands where it eventually was slain by Sovereign Alex of Ro, keeper of the Isle at the cost of their life and kingdom." Iblis paused, mouth full of newly excavated gold and rumbled in displeasure at the idea of a Dragon being struck down. Alexander continued. "Ora-zou rebuilt in time as kingdoms and we peoples do. Through great magics they buried the rot and settled in the bountiful land left over and marveled at the beauty surrounding them. They surpassed it in time, creating a great city state of bliss and alabaster."
His tone becomes somber as he sits on one of the corpses, his lank black hair blowing around his head. "In time magic twisted its foundation and cast down the second kingdom. Necromancy beyond all sense and reasonable scale was one amongst many of the things which occurred here and then a madperson tried to break open a Door to Somewhere Else. Perhaps it was Hell or some other place. Regardless I was there as witness as the armies of Ora-zou failed," Alexander gestures at the corpses around them from his seat. "They had charged in to attempt to stop them and could not. The Crack destroyed them and then its energies left and the scar lingered. It cursed them for their failure to be Dead but still moving forever. Myself already being cursed was left untouched."
He raises his hands and gestures at the lake. "This lake did not used to exist. Before it was a beautiful plaza, paved in gold speckled alabaster, but the Crack created the crater you see here and in time the rain filled it. As for how I came to be there, the Dead found me and some malice in their rotted skulls directed them to bind me to the center of the Crack. That obelisk over there." He points at the plain stone thing.
Iblis pokes its head out of the hole, mouth full of gold as Chompy bites its tail. It gazed at the obelisk which slew a kingdom and considered how it might move it. Perhaps when it had more slaves it would move it, which was a galling thought to have since it wanted the white stone gravemarker. Or... it could give it an attempt.
It eyed the Crow Mouth. "And what of the dead Dragon in the halls above?" it asked petulantly.
Alexander croaked and tilted his head. "That was the Red, the greatly feared and admired by many a general for its skill in war Allako the Doom. That great destroyer came shortly before the mad one emerged, only a century or so. Ora-zou had learned, though it had the advantage since a great coalition of thirty kingdoms and eighteen tribes had come together to slay it for the crime of killing the most beautiful woman in the world at the time, Tala."
He nods. "Allako slew half of Ora-zou, consuming them in flame and its belly. But it was wounded and weakened and the head Vizer Tenree of Goldstaff in service to the nineteenth King of Ora-zou, the King Demalia who had saved them from the great drought, blessed their great Knight."
"This Knight was named Grindel. With the sacrifice of another third of Ora-zou, Grindel was empowered with their souls and his Dragon Lance forged. In a battle with an army at his back that lasted for ninety days and ninety nights and slew every person besides him he slew Allako and then died of his wounds. The remnants of Ora-zou buried him in the ruined tower to the east of this lake, in the central valley.
Ora-zou never fully recovered and the weakness let madness fester and rise up."
He spread his empty palms as Iblis sat before him. "And so now, here we are."
He looks at the pile twice his height and many times his weight in gold and silver coins. "Do you wish to return to your lair Master?" He croaks, his head bowed as his one eye blinks and rolls.
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So shiny, so bright, so mine. Iblis thinks to itself in giggly satisfaction. It hisses at the intrusion of the Crow Mouth, eyes slitted as it gathers its gold to its chest. The man backs away as is proper, approximately within shouting distance now. Chompy has crawled up onto its back using its jaw as a lever and is slowly trying to gnaw through its spine, in futility. That reminds Iblis of something and idle curiosity overruns jealousy for a brief moment.
As it continues to dig, the hole now nearly twice its length in depth and still more gold emerging it shouts to its new Interesting Entity. "What do you know of this land, Immortal?" Its voice rings out through the lake waters on a wave of bubbles from its steaming hot breath.
Its keen ears catch the hum of thought and then Alexander begins to speak. "I have been in this land for uncounted centuries, when it was living it was called Ora-zou. It was a land of plenty, as many claim to be, and as fewer were in truth and it was ruled by Kings. A title for Sovereigns of all stripes and skills and forms. They unified their people through the rule of the fist and claw or guile to rule from a shadowed throne."
"It was a kingdom of Enchantment, a font of great masters and the locus of trade for spices and incense from lands far and wide. It feared nothing, not even Dragons in its hubris. It built great towers of black stone and treated with great spirits in dinner parties held in great orrery's. It knew much of medicine and the body from these beings, and its Kings lived for many years beyond their normal lot."
He nods at Iblis's hole where muck still flies up from its efforts. "It was first destroyed by a Mighty Dragon some centuries before my arrival, a Black I believe. One could find traces of that one's rotten breath still dotting the deep below I believe. Its destroyer's name was Nyko the Shatterer, that terrible monster that had lived for one thousand and one years and decimated half the world. Child of Drella the Rage, who was the child of famed Argo, Nyko shook Ora-zou until it was satisfied and roosted in the corpse of the kingdom."
Alexander shrugs. "Eventually it left, growing bored and taking its hoard away with its slaves to new lands where it eventually was slain by Sovereign Alex of Ro, keeper of the Isle at the cost of their life and kingdom." Iblis paused, mouth full of newly excavated gold and rumbled in displeasure at the idea of a Dragon being struck down. Alexander continued. "Ora-zou rebuilt in time as kingdoms and we peoples do. Through great magics they buried the rot and settled in the bountiful land left over and marveled at the beauty surrounding them. They surpassed it in time, creating a great city state of bliss and alabaster."
His tone becomes somber as he sits on one of the corpses, his lank black hair blowing around his head. "In time magic twisted its foundation and cast down the second kingdom. Necromancy beyond all sense and reasonable scale was one amongst many of the things which occurred here and then a madperson tried to break open a Door to Somewhere Else. Perhaps it was Hell or some other place. Regardless I was there as witness as the armies of Ora-zou failed," Alexander gestures at the corpses around them from his seat. "They had charged in to attempt to stop them and could not. The Crack destroyed them and then its energies left and the scar lingered. It cursed them for their failure to be Dead but still moving forever. Myself already being cursed was left untouched."
He raises his hands and gestures at the lake. "This lake did not used to exist. Before it was a beautiful plaza, paved in gold speckled alabaster, but the Crack created the crater you see here and in time the rain filled it. As for how I came to be there, the Dead found me and some malice in their rotted skulls directed them to bind me to the center of the Crack. That obelisk over there." He points at the plain stone thing.
Iblis pokes its head out of the hole, mouth full of gold as Chompy bites its tail. It gazed at the obelisk which slew a kingdom and considered how it might move it. Perhaps when it had more slaves it would move it, which was a galling thought to have since it wanted the white stone gravemarker. Or... it could give it an attempt.
It eyed the Crow Mouth. "And what of the dead Dragon in the halls above?" it asked petulantly.
Alexander croaked and tilted his head. "That was the Red, the greatly feared and admired by many a general for its skill in war Allako the Doom. That great destroyer came shortly before the mad one emerged, only a century or so. Ora-zou had learned, though it had the advantage since a great coalition of thirty kingdoms and eighteen tribes had come together to slay it for the crime of killing the most beautiful woman in the world at the time, Tala."
He nods. "Allako slew half of Ora-zou, consuming them in flame and its belly. But it was wounded and weakened and the head Vizer Tenree of Goldstaff in service to the nineteenth King of Ora-zou, the King Demalia who had saved them from the great drought, blessed their great Knight."
"This Knight was named Grindel. With the sacrifice of another third of Ora-zou, Grindel was empowered with their souls and his Dragon Lance forged. In a battle with an army at his back that lasted for ninety days and ninety nights and slew every person besides him he slew Allako and then died of his wounds. The remnants of Ora-zou buried him in the ruined tower to the east of this lake, in the central valley.
Ora-zou never fully recovered and the weakness let madness fester and rise up."
He spread his empty palms as Iblis sat before him. "And so now, here we are."
He looks at the pile twice his height and many times his weight in gold and silver coins. "Do you wish to return to your lair Master?" He croaks, his head bowed as his one eye blinks and rolls.
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Aspiring Dragon
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[X] Iblis returns to its cave with its new treasures. After taking the time to position them the young dragon goes out to explore Ora-zou.
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[X] Iblis returns to its cave with its new treasures. After taking the time to position them the young dragon goes out to explore Ora-zou.
Chapter 7
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"I do so wish!" Iblis hisses between its fangs.
"Carry it for me my minion!" It proclaims as it swims up to the lake surface, paranoia assuaged by its supernaturally accurate count of its ill gotten grave goods. Popping out like a tiny sea monster it swims across the lake in a graceful swanning motion and then exits, shaking itself vigorously and splashing water everywhere. It turns to sit and watches the water in silence.
Faintly it can hear clinking and small thuds from beneath the waves. Bloop. Alexander's head parts the waves in silence and his withered flesh is revealed to the light of day for the first time in several hundred years. Its rather like a yellowed prune or parchment sheets, all grey and brown and yellow. On the bird man's back hangs a large sack full of the gold coins, the sackcloth obviously salvaged from the dead. Carefully Alexander plops it down beside the dragon and then turns around to get more. Happily chittering Iblis crawls atop the sack and preens as he pulls two more sacks out of the deep, the skull Chompy firmly hanging on to its tail unnoticed.
Standing with his hands folded at his back he nods at his new draconic overlord who is cackling gleefully. And crooning. But after that business is handled then comes the hard part.
The climb. Alllllll the way back up to its lair.
Iblis leads the way from the ground while Alexander contrives a magnificent arrangement of wooden poles and ropes to carry the two of the enormous sacks on his back while he hefts one in his wiry arms. He seems rather strangely unbothered by such acts which Iblis chalks up to his recent release.
And so they walk through the thoroughfares and side streets, slowly climbing flights of stairs or inclined streets and switchbacks. This section of Ora-zou is particularly residential, many of the houses almost palatial in their manor like nature. Walled and bedecked with withered gardens choked by the lack of space in many places on the edge like this. The roads and buildings were white marble almost exclusively, mindbogglingly large amounts of it.
Puzzlingly large amounts of it as well. For where did the mortals get the stone from, Iblis ponders as it stands atop a balcony midway up the trek. The pair of them stand deep within the "skirt" of the city and tall manor houses that each take up acres of land sprout up around them like enormous toadstools. The gardens here are living and vigorous. Overrunning the houses and walls that once contained them in a blot of greens and reds and browns all tinted by the setting sun. Behind the dragon grew a dark tree bent and withered with age and its trunk turning this way and that as its branches reach for the sky. Buried in its thick and gnarled roots lay the remnants of a quaint metal railing and tossed about were the rusted husks of benches and shattered stones tainted a dry crusty red by the decaying metal.
And no where in evidence is a quarry or much of anything else. Just the City, expanding up to the spire where the buildings at its foot rise dozens of stories and take on a more blocky and brutal cast. And then beyond that on the blade sharp mountain peaks in the far distance sat the shiny terraces it had seen before. Retiring from its admiring pause the tiny evil being moved away and up into the pine forest far above.
Here in the upper reaches the ground was sundered and rolled with the roots of the giants all around the dragon. They speared up into the sky from the streets and the buildings where they had been kept in private courtyards. They roar and sway in the wind and the sharp scent of crushed needles fills Iblis's nose. In the darkness of its first night Iblis looks at the towers of the mortals being consumed by the world and the cold unfeeling stars far above.
It feels... melancholy. Its thoughts turn to the sky far above and they wonder what stars it might have been born under. Soon that cold light is hidden from it as they descend into its lair and the shattered throne room where the crater of bones still burns.
"What manner of creatures were these bones my master?" Alexander asks, sweat running in the grooves of his wrinkled flesh.
"Put the sacks over there." Iblis says as it points with a talon at a section of the floor that isn't on fire. He does so quickly and then opens the sacks. Iblis rushes over to the gold and counts it out in its talons happily.
Here are seven thousand nine hundred and ninety three coins the size of its fore claw and slightly thicker in the middle. From a lick they are pure gold and printed with the face of some bald emperor of the past. Here are nine thousand and forty three coins of platinum the size of a fingernail and embossed with a delicate image of some long forgotten beauty, perhaps that Tala Alexander had mentioned. Here are ten thousand coins of gold and silver as wide as two claws held together with a small hole punched through them and marked with a flowing line of entangled knot work around their rims.
Beautiful all of them. Iblis carefully takes each coin in its claws and sorts them by size, weight and shape into neat stacks with the light from the burning crater providing a backdrop to the creature's labors. When it is done it has dozens of stacks that come up to Alexander's waist and it hisses happily as they shine in the fire light.
chomp
Iblis blinks and twists to hold its tail in front of its eyes. Dangling from it is the animate skull Chompy. Iblis blinks at the creature, having entirely forgot its existence. "Youuu go here." It says authoritatively, plucking the skull from its tail and plopping it down atop the highest stack in a convenient divot. It clinks against the coins almost angrily and then settles to stare balefully at the flames with its empty eye sockets.
Or at least that's what Iblis presumes the magic skull is doing. It can't really tell.
That dealt with it turns to Alexander and harumphs. "You stay here, I'm leaving." It says and sidles up to him, standing on its hind-legs to stare at him with one large golden eye. "Steal nothing human." It pointedly spits.
Then it stomps away and out into the air.
Ora-zou is spread out below it, but where will it go now? It could go to the terraces first to loot the shiny churches or it could go check out the spire and that tomb. Either way when it was done perusing this city and looting its valuables it was going to take a nice looooong nap. It was getting sleepy. And rather hungry.
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"Carry it for me my minion!" It proclaims as it swims up to the lake surface, paranoia assuaged by its supernaturally accurate count of its ill gotten grave goods. Popping out like a tiny sea monster it swims across the lake in a graceful swanning motion and then exits, shaking itself vigorously and splashing water everywhere. It turns to sit and watches the water in silence.
Faintly it can hear clinking and small thuds from beneath the waves. Bloop. Alexander's head parts the waves in silence and his withered flesh is revealed to the light of day for the first time in several hundred years. Its rather like a yellowed prune or parchment sheets, all grey and brown and yellow. On the bird man's back hangs a large sack full of the gold coins, the sackcloth obviously salvaged from the dead. Carefully Alexander plops it down beside the dragon and then turns around to get more. Happily chittering Iblis crawls atop the sack and preens as he pulls two more sacks out of the deep, the skull Chompy firmly hanging on to its tail unnoticed.
Standing with his hands folded at his back he nods at his new draconic overlord who is cackling gleefully. And crooning. But after that business is handled then comes the hard part.
The climb. Alllllll the way back up to its lair.
Iblis leads the way from the ground while Alexander contrives a magnificent arrangement of wooden poles and ropes to carry the two of the enormous sacks on his back while he hefts one in his wiry arms. He seems rather strangely unbothered by such acts which Iblis chalks up to his recent release.
And so they walk through the thoroughfares and side streets, slowly climbing flights of stairs or inclined streets and switchbacks. This section of Ora-zou is particularly residential, many of the houses almost palatial in their manor like nature. Walled and bedecked with withered gardens choked by the lack of space in many places on the edge like this. The roads and buildings were white marble almost exclusively, mindbogglingly large amounts of it.
Puzzlingly large amounts of it as well. For where did the mortals get the stone from, Iblis ponders as it stands atop a balcony midway up the trek. The pair of them stand deep within the "skirt" of the city and tall manor houses that each take up acres of land sprout up around them like enormous toadstools. The gardens here are living and vigorous. Overrunning the houses and walls that once contained them in a blot of greens and reds and browns all tinted by the setting sun. Behind the dragon grew a dark tree bent and withered with age and its trunk turning this way and that as its branches reach for the sky. Buried in its thick and gnarled roots lay the remnants of a quaint metal railing and tossed about were the rusted husks of benches and shattered stones tainted a dry crusty red by the decaying metal.
And no where in evidence is a quarry or much of anything else. Just the City, expanding up to the spire where the buildings at its foot rise dozens of stories and take on a more blocky and brutal cast. And then beyond that on the blade sharp mountain peaks in the far distance sat the shiny terraces it had seen before. Retiring from its admiring pause the tiny evil being moved away and up into the pine forest far above.
Here in the upper reaches the ground was sundered and rolled with the roots of the giants all around the dragon. They speared up into the sky from the streets and the buildings where they had been kept in private courtyards. They roar and sway in the wind and the sharp scent of crushed needles fills Iblis's nose. In the darkness of its first night Iblis looks at the towers of the mortals being consumed by the world and the cold unfeeling stars far above.
It feels... melancholy. Its thoughts turn to the sky far above and they wonder what stars it might have been born under. Soon that cold light is hidden from it as they descend into its lair and the shattered throne room where the crater of bones still burns.
"What manner of creatures were these bones my master?" Alexander asks, sweat running in the grooves of his wrinkled flesh.
"Put the sacks over there." Iblis says as it points with a talon at a section of the floor that isn't on fire. He does so quickly and then opens the sacks. Iblis rushes over to the gold and counts it out in its talons happily.
Here are seven thousand nine hundred and ninety three coins the size of its fore claw and slightly thicker in the middle. From a lick they are pure gold and printed with the face of some bald emperor of the past. Here are nine thousand and forty three coins of platinum the size of a fingernail and embossed with a delicate image of some long forgotten beauty, perhaps that Tala Alexander had mentioned. Here are ten thousand coins of gold and silver as wide as two claws held together with a small hole punched through them and marked with a flowing line of entangled knot work around their rims.
Beautiful all of them. Iblis carefully takes each coin in its claws and sorts them by size, weight and shape into neat stacks with the light from the burning crater providing a backdrop to the creature's labors. When it is done it has dozens of stacks that come up to Alexander's waist and it hisses happily as they shine in the fire light.
chomp
Iblis blinks and twists to hold its tail in front of its eyes. Dangling from it is the animate skull Chompy. Iblis blinks at the creature, having entirely forgot its existence. "Youuu go here." It says authoritatively, plucking the skull from its tail and plopping it down atop the highest stack in a convenient divot. It clinks against the coins almost angrily and then settles to stare balefully at the flames with its empty eye sockets.
Or at least that's what Iblis presumes the magic skull is doing. It can't really tell.
That dealt with it turns to Alexander and harumphs. "You stay here, I'm leaving." It says and sidles up to him, standing on its hind-legs to stare at him with one large golden eye. "Steal nothing human." It pointedly spits.
Then it stomps away and out into the air.
Ora-zou is spread out below it, but where will it go now? It could go to the terraces first to loot the shiny churches or it could go check out the spire and that tomb. Either way when it was done perusing this city and looting its valuables it was going to take a nice looooong nap. It was getting sleepy. And rather hungry.
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[X] Iblis soars towards the highest peak of the ruined city to gaze at its new dominion. As it gazes at the once powerful kingdom Iblis begins to search for what remains of the palace.
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[X] Iblis soars towards the highest peak of the ruined city to gaze at its new dominion. As it gazes at the once powerful kingdom Iblis begins to search for what remains of the palace.