Thread: The Legend of Wyrmrock (Major Mario x Driven to drift)

Given how warm the cave was it seemed that the wyrm was close or in a nearby passage somewhere in the cave system. The rock floor was dry and reliable at first, but as Roslyn went along the ground began to moisten and fill up with small, scattered streams of water here and there. Natural water from a mountain rainwater pond had filtered down through multiple cracks in the ceiling. This allowed for sunlight to poke through and illuminate bits and pieces of the cave while allowing the water to support some cave life. There were no bats or birds inhabiting the cave, but there were plenty of bugs and nasty insects shuffling about. All of them wanted nothing to do with Roslyn and scuttled away from her only to be preyed upon by salamanders hiding in the gentle flowing currents of the nearby cave streams. It figured some kind of amphibian or reptile would make their home here. Once the mouth of the cave disappeared from view around a corner Roslyn would begin to see less and less of the blood and feathers trail. Instead she should see plenty of scorchmarks on the cave walls along with silhouettes of past adventurers showcased within said scorches. Some bones could be seen around the blasted areas as well, but whether they were human or creature was anyone's guess. There were destroyed pieces of gear and weaponry, however, so it was very likely that the wyrm had either killed an adventuring party or protected itself from a hunter in the past few years. As Roslyn delved deeper within an amber light would be seen a fair distance away splashed against what looked to be carved rock and limestone. Scratches and scrapes were evident in the limestone while the strange amber light danced over each and every intricate detail. And the sounds! The scratching, shuffling and snorting! All of them came from beyond and echoed throughout the cave system! Should Roslyn press on and show her courage, a peek around the limestone formations would reveal the den of her target. It was a great room large enough to erect a theatre within, and by all means it looked like it was an ancient theatre already. There were raised platforms of rock on both ends of the room while a flat expanse of stone covered the rest of the floor. Scattered over the floor was a great pile of hay, feathers and tall grass along with uprooted shrubs and small trees. They were all matted down to form what looked to be the wyrm's equivalent of a pauper's bed. Bloodstains could be seen against one of the limestone formations in the room while a great fire burned in the very back, though where exactly and how could not be easily seen as there was something in the way. And that something was the target itself, the dragon that was plaguing the village of Raspbrook. It was a large creature well over twelve feet tall and just as equally wide. Auburn scales covered the wyrm's body from its legs to its serpentine tail while a slick patch of white or grey covered its underside and lower jaw. Its wings were folded tight against its body as it rested on top of its ill-gotten bed. The blighted beast must be asleep, or its attention was elsewhere as it wasn't looking over at the entrance to its den. Whatever the dragon was up to, it would be a wise idea to make as little noise as possible if one wanted to attack it. An arrow might work, but one arrow never killed anything that large, and the dragon's vulnerable spot wasn't in view, nor was it known by any adventurer. Sneaking up to it might be a good idea, but there was a problem to that as well. Scattered all around the entrance to the dragon's den were small bones and bits of metal that would make a lot of racket should they be disturbed. And, to make matters even worse, a few plump toads hopped about within the den and stood between Roslyn and the dragon. This wouldn't have been a problem, but these toads were known as Screaming Meemies and... Well, they didn't like to be touched or disturbed.