Ooh... Head thumping. At least it's starting to die down a little now. Ow. What had happened?
Ew... Apparently someone had shot some rather potently foul stuff down your nose! Heck of a shot... Ow, don't praise the guys who gave you a serious migraine.
Ugh, and by the smell of it, they put more of the stuff and some other foul odors nearby. Uncalled for! Trying to ignore both the gag reflex and the throbbing in your skull--probably hit your head at some point--you began pulling up a claw to check if there was still gunk in your nose. Only for the sound of rattling to make you stop.
Straining your eyes open for the first time since you woke up, you pulled your arm into your line of sight. Even the small amounts of sunlight were painful on your eyes at the moment, but you persevered. Only to see a sliverish manacle, its color so very different from your own crimson scales. Almost without conscious thought you also noted the chain running down towards the ground. Shit.
Trying to push yourself off the ground you gave confirmation that yep... they did the other arm too. You could also feel the unfamiliar weight of a collar settled around the base of your neck. Well, those would have to go. It was almost a shame too, not only was the metal of a high quality but you also couldn't see a seem and the craftsmanship was quite impressive. But well, this wasn't the first time you'd found out that metal lost to dragon claws.
And you had an itch on the back of your wrist. How annoying.
It would be best to cut the manacles and collar itself if only to save a favor later on. And really, in your opinion, blue went much better with either crimson or gold. Almost bored, you dragged your talon across the metal. However, to your great surprise, it did not give way!
Got the itch though! ...Weird.
"You won't be getting out of those anytime soon beast!"
Your eyes snapped to the entrance of the cave, thankfully the direction you were already facing. There a man stood illuminated by torches on either side. You recognized the man, he was
[]Marcob! The tyrant who ruled the nearby kingdom. You had fought with Theoric to keep him out. But you were not the most dainty of recruits, and had to be kept from the war camp lest the Wagon Incident repeat itself.
[]a foreign king, you had seen him from afar leading what looked like an army headed for your homeland. It looked like Theoric hadn't repulsed him after all. Oh well, you warned him. Still, why had they come to your home and done this to you? You vaugly remembered hearing one of the men call him by name, Malcom, Maroth?
[]Theoric, he's looking better after throwing out that foreign assault. Really is this how he should be thanking you? You who took the field and won the fight for him? So what if you'd torched about half his army in the process? Or torched the nearby town and took some of their best bulls and rams? The enemy would have done far worse! Okay, maybe you might have gone too far... Once
"Enjoy this, Roarakthum,"
[]That wasn't your name, your name was {Write In}!
[]Ignore it. If the idiot couldn't be bothered to remember your name, throwing back the one he'd gave you would be all the sweeter. Keep it as a Vengance Name, your true name is {Write In}.
"For until the end of days, this shall be your tomb!"
[]Snarl and pull against your bindings.
[]Grab him! He thinks his little chains are going to stop you?
[]Wait until he's gone. You haven't made sure that you two are alone. If there's another archer with more of that gunk, you don't want to give him reason to put it into your nose.
[]Cry
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So... yeah, first Quest! Have fun and try to help me out, alright?
Well, this quest's beginning was inspired by a piece of artwork. I wonder if someone can correctly guess the work or the artist in question?
Bold means edit.