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

Upon seeing the cave at the edge of the forest, an experienced hunter would notice a few interesting and confusing aspects. First off, the mouth of the cave was massive and allowed just about any creature under the sun to take refuge within. A cyclops could build its version of a house in there while humans could just as easily fit a barn or warehouse within the rocky refuge. Ancient granite mixed in with with normal stone and showed no signs of erosion, though the floor of the cave looked as if a river had once flowed through here at some time, or perhaps it was years of activity dragging things that go bump in the night through the cave. With the sun rising in the sky, light bathed the mouth of the cave and highlighted the tall inner walls that followed the cave further into the mountain. The light also fell upon the nearby surroundings which were much too verdant if this was to be the dragon's lair. Flowers, herbs and exotic plants grew close to the mouth of the cave and in such groups that one would believe they were purposely planted there. It was crazy enough to catch sight of the cave or to be near it, but to put the time and effort into planting foreign seeds near it? Either the dragon actually cared about its environment or there was a little creature it trusted enough to not eat like popcorn shrimp. The splendid array of colors and scents was marred, however, when one took notice of a nearby monster carcass. There lying on its side with a belly ripped open was what remained of a griffin, though a rather small one at that. The great eagle and lion mixed monster must have been killed a day ago or recently as the blood that seeped beneath it still looked fresh. A mess of white feathers over day-old blood created a sort of path inside the cave. Should Roslyn choose to follow the trail, she would surely find the dragon. And if it was any consolation- and it wasn't-, the cave was unnaturally warm and comfortable while the surroundings were quiet... Caves were never, never comfortable.
Thread: The Legend of Wyrmrock (Major Mario x Driven to drift)

Indeed, Roslyn had expected far-worse of her surroundings. Slain griffin not-withstanding, surely there should have been something a bit more...abhorrent, perhaps? The way the villagers and chief had spoken of the dragon, shouldn't she have been slain on the spot? But no, no beast lunged from the depths of the massive cave to consume her and her mount whole. Instead, the fairly pleasant scent of flowers and herbs mingled with that of the decaying griffin, some plants even she didn't recognize. The hunter's brow furrowed in a moment of confusion before she carefully and quietly dismounted from her horse, whose ears flickered in distaste. A hand lingered on his flank for a moment before she moved closer to the carcass, eyes darting occasionally to the cave's entrance for any unexpected movement. The tip of her still-drawn sword gingerly nudged the deceased creature, disturbing nothing from its entrails and jostling it only slightly. As if the blood hadn't been clue-enough, the still-stiff state of rigor mortis indicated the kill was still fairly fresh. And the trail of feathers and blood might as well have been a welcome sign. Roslyn turned back to Zane who had turned to face her expectantly and she padded as lightly as her boots and gear would allow back to him. He exhaled a bit sharply as she lifted a hand to his nose with a soothing pat before glancing back down the cavernous opening. For a moment, she considered riding in, however being unaware of the terrain or even of the space within, she decided against it. The biggest of caves could narrow unexpectedly. Might as well let the horse escape on his own should her luck fall short. And so she pulled the quiver and bow from the saddle and settled the equipment across her chest with only a moment spared to make sure she could move as freely as possible. That finished, she stepped in front of her steed and pressed her forehead to his with a gentle stroke of his cheek. I know you understand me in there, you stubborn ass. So sit tight unless you hear otherwise. The faintest of nickers - an odd sound from the battle-trained stallion - sounded from him, velvet lips nibbling at the cloth end of the shirt tucked beneath her chest plate. She smiled to herself. Good. Try not to eat anything unusual. With one final pat and a kiss to his forehead, she turned with her sword redrawn and began the careful trek within the confines of the cave. Quiet and comfortably warm, she immediately found herself feeling incredibly un comfortable. Her cautious steps quickened, though remained as quiet as her boots could carry her. She kept to one wall and made sure to round a corner only after a tentative peak around it. If, by some miracle, it had yet to be alerted to her presence, she wanted to keep it that way. If only to at least get a jump on what, exactly, she was facing.
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If there was a silver lining in Roslyn's situation, it would be that none of the Screaming Meemie toads were too agitated to scream and make the world miserable. Instead, as if they understood morbid humor, most of them turned and looked at Roslyn with those dopey eyes and pudgy mouths of theirs. If they weren't taunting before, they were definitely croaking amongst themselves and laughing their fat little asses off. The disturbed metal shield had smacked against discarded armor and bone and rattled the area just enough to rouse the copper dragon from its sleep. No mere creature or incessant little toad could have caused such a noise, so the dragon reacted accordingly. The beast's wings unfurled from its large body until they were sprayed high in the air. Like the frill-necked lizards of the deserts this was a reactionary, instinctual response that made the dragon appear much, much bigger than it was. It wasn't needed the dragon was already big to begin with. It whipped its head around and glowered at the intruder, Roslyn, with contempt and annoyance in its great golden eyes. No creature liked to be disturbed in their own refuge. It rose to its four legs and shifted its weight to stand tall before extending its head forward and growling. A creature that large shouldn't move so fast, yet it was up on its feet like a dog after smelling bacon on a crisp winter's morning. The dragon reared its head back and looked prepared to strike, but then it opened its mouth and shook the cavern with an old, low and powerful voice from the back of its throat. You were planning to kill me in my sleep, were you not? What an underhanded tactic, it growled with venom laced in his tone. The dragon turned its body away from Roslyn just enough to prepare it for a fight. If killing me is your task, it will be last task you never complete. As the dragon spoke, embers could be seen between its teeth. Perhaps it was hoping to draw the human into a conversation so it could roast them. Maybe it liked to... cook its meals?
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Oh yes it was definitely awake. For the briefest of moments, Roslyn watched without moving. It seemed to rise in slow motion, wings stretched high and making her feel much, much smaller than she already was in comparison. Not long afterward, she found herself under its searing gaze and the sheepish grin upon her lips fell away. Well, she had certainly disturbed it, and if there was anything she was familiar with, it was disgruntled beasts. The recognizable glare drew her own shoulders back and her chin up defiantly. She was nothing if not foolishly stubborn. Once on its hind legs, she was prepared to dash aside until it...spoke? She discarded the shock at hearing its voice and instead did another rapid sweep of her surroundings to determine her next course of action. It had asked her a question, though. Perhaps I was, perhaps not. Could you really blame me, though? I'm afraid you have me at a bit of a disadvantage, after all. She was not blind enough to miss the glow between its teeth, but would keep talking when given the opportunity. Should it strike, her next move was planned what might end up being a fruitless dive for the shield she had tripped on. At the very least she would feel more secure with a wall somewhere beside her. A mischievous smirk tugged at the corners of her lips. An unfair first strike might have evened the playing field for the rest of the battle, not likely to have killed you. You have size, fire, armor. I have...what? A toothpick? She could always talk, Sir Graham had often said far-too much. Surely you're not afraid of a little nick, are you?
Thread: The Legend of Wyrmrock (Major Mario x Driven to drift)

A mortal has many things that a wyrm does not, human. A stalwart will and a courageous soul can assist them in so many ways, even if they wield a 'toothpick', the dragon chided. It shook off the woman's mischievous smile and tone without much issue. This dragon had been around for quite some time, and as such it probably knew many tricks employed by previous hunters. On closer inspection, the dragon's hide and unarmored belly looked like they received a few blows and cuts in the past for there were plenty of scars and blemishes here and there. All had healed, though the small lines that went against the grain could not be ignored. The dragon shook its head and curled its wings back against its body before speaking up once again. The village beyond the forest has sent you to kill me, yes? Surely they realize that I am not the only threat to their existence, but it has been well over two-hundred years and seeing you here in my lair proves to me that they refuse to learn. The dragon edged forward like a creeping lizard and stopped a room's distance away from Rosyln. It bowed its head until it was at the hunter's eye-level. Yet, I have a feeling that you can listen to reason. A rare thing... for a human.
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The mischievous grin on her lips remained, no matter that the dragon seemed entirely unruffled by it. She didn't really suppose that it would be, though. Never hurt to try. However there was something that puzzled her it had yet to strike and even continued to speak. The way the lovely Lord Tavish had spoken of it, she had expected to be nothing but char the moment it had awoken and found the intruder. My, how flattering. Not words I would expect from a dragon. Nevermind the fact that she hadn't expected any words from a dragon. I suppose it was that will and courage which got me this far, eh? Even if my underhanded attempt was utterly thwarted. Her guard wasn't down, but what else could she do but continue the conversation for the time being? There were some cases where even she knew not to be the first to attack. Roslyn watched with some bafflement as the great beast's wings folded, and as it spoke once more, her smirk did finally falter while her brows knit together briefly. Well over two hundred years? Surely the people of Raspbrook hadn't been attempting to slay it for that long purely because they saw it as only a threat? It had to have been making off with people or something had it not? Pondering on it, of all things Chief Mustache had spoken of, that appeared to not have been mentioned much at all...if at all. Had she just forgotten? The hunter was most definitely unaccustomed to her prey speaking so eloquently to her, and it appeared to have temporarily dropped her guard. The moment the wyrm began to move forward, however, she steadied herself for the worst once more. But, again, it stopped, and she found herself eye level with the great beast's head as it spoke. A neatly-groomed eyebrow arched high on her forehead. Listen to reason? she echoed before her arms crossed over her chest and her weight shifted over one hip. Where was this going? ...being that my interest in becoming another ash-stain on the walls of your humble abode is quite low on my list of things to accomplish at this point in my life, I would say you have my attention, she quipped lightly. To a dragon. The ridiculousness of the situation struck her abruptly and some instinct long-ingrained in her shouted to at the very least draw a weapon. ...but she did not. Sir Graham would have likely called her fool and he might not have been entirely off base. But she found herself intrigued and still breathing so...why not?
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At first the dragon did not respond to Roslyn's reaction. It stood there perched on all fours without moving as if it was in a state of petrification. Then, the embers that had once danced between the spaces of its large, sharp teeth receded back into the beast's throat. The dragon let loose a low growl that sounded more like an old man humming in thought and brought its head back in. It eased its stance and shifted into a more non-threatening posture with its front two legs placed in front and in the middle of its back two legs while its chest rose and puffed out like a proud, perched eagle. The head rose and towered over Roslyn, but she could still see those great golden eyes when it looked down its snout at her. Somewhere in the distance a Screaming Meemie chirped and let loose a string of quick squeals before falling silent. Other than the faint crackling of the bonfire beyond, the den was now quiet. Yet there was no mistaking that if tension had sound, it would be filling the room without a problem. A glimmer of amusement- or sadness- appeared in the dragon's eyes for a moment as it took a minute to examine the compliant hunter before it. Fiery red hair, a well-fitted breastplate, comfortable greaves and boots along with a well-maintained sword all assured the dragon that this was a young woman with some experience. A few sniffs also confirmed that this was, indeed, a female. Never could be too sure, especially when one considered elven hunters. There was also the faint smell of a horse at the mouth of the cave, but the dragon did not choose to investigate. I do try to avoid killing your kind, human. But like a bear in the woods that is focused only on salmon and its cubs, if I am attacked I defend myself no matter the opponent. The dragon snorted and steam came rushing out from its nostrils. You have seen the griffin that lies beyond my lair, yes? This island is host to all manner of beasts, yet to those who reside in the village beyond the forest every attack was orchestrated by me. Had they seen the cockatrices, goblins and direwolves they may have had offered me some doubt. They turn a blind eye to their surroundings the village is located right above multiple creature dens, for instance... Human, were you to see a wyrm like myself amidst a pile of bodies, you would believe it was I who had done a terrible deed, no? Another snort, only this time with a bit of a chuckle. I will admit I have not done much to clear my name on my own. Months of not eating will drive any creature to desperation... Though I assure you, my crimes are minor property damage due to carelessness, and, well, slaughter of cattle. The dragon remained still and patient, and other than the swaying of its large tail behind it, it didn't look like it wanted to fight. Should Roslyn choose not to interrupt, the dragon would finish and hesitate for a few seconds before chuckling once again. It is nice to have pleasant company for a change.
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The dragon looked positively delighted to know that Roslyn was no longer irritated or anxious in its presence. Its tail continued to sway for a moment longer like that of a content canine, and its head tilted every so often when it listened to the young woman speak. Despite the sheer difference in size and power, the dragon appeared to be treating the woman before it as an equal, or at least a welcome guest instead of a possible assassin or threat. It seemed to like looking at what the woman was doing with her hair, but it was hard to tell when its eyes were the size of cannonballs and the woman was so bloody tiny. Yessir, all appeared to be well and good, at least until the woman commented about returning to the village. At this the dragon lowered its form and snapped its head down to Roslyn's level once again. No! Wait! Hold for a moment, it hissed. It sounded more like a begging request than a command and the dragon itself took notice of it and snorted rather bashfully. Please. Leave the village be. The less visitors I receive the better. I enjoy conversation, that you now know, yet I do not wish to play host to humans who should be tending to their crops and people. It is better that the village thinks that I am the menace they make me out to be. The dragon let loose a low grumble as it continued. Those who do not heed their warnings and come for me are either courageous and determined or foolhardy, and I believe you are the former if your self-restraint is anything to go by. The dragon lowered itself down into a prone position with its legs tucked under it and its wings sprayed against the floor. It extended its neck to glance over at Roslyn once again from its resting position. I appreciate your consideration, human. But if you would please stay and listen I would have- I require your assistance if you are willing to listen. The dragon paused for a moment before continuing with, I have not asked for your name, haven't I? Nor do you know mine... In your tongue, you may call me Leon. Another pause. Or was it Leo? No, no... It's Leon.
Thread: The Legend of Wyrmrock (Major Mario x Driven to drift)

The dragon's abrupt transition back to her level caught her off guard, and while her heart leaped and for the briefest of moments she worried she had fallen prey to deceit, she was soothed in an instant by the tone of his voice. Her posture had straightened the best it could in her seated position, curious at the new-found request. So he would rather face the invariably few hunters who would dare to try their luck against him than deal with the comings and goings of villagers? She supposed she could understand that...her own dealings with people were generally limited to business exchanges since her mentor had passed, and she was not fantastically disappointed by that in the least. The vaguely amused smile returned to her lips as she leaned back onto her outstretched hands and let long legs lay flat before her, crossed at the ankles. I'm not so sure courage is what made me rethink my initial goal, be careful with that flattery, she joked, watching with subtle interest as he lowered to an even more restful position. The thought struck her for what seemed the hundredth time since the start of their conversation she might as well have been having tea with a dragon for all the casual words and posturing they were exchanging. But that moment of amusement was quick to pass when, instead, he introduced a request for her assistance. Who was she to deny him something so simple after sneaking into his home with a mind for bloodshed? Her brows lifted in the pause and she nearly opened her mouth to interject when he brought to her attention that they had missed the most genial of niceties. Roslyn did not rise as a broad, toothy grin pulled across her lips, but did push off of her hands and fold her legs enough to offer a seated bow that was little more than a somewhat awkward bend at the waist and sweep of her hand. Well I must say, Leon, I am very pleasantly surprised to make your acquaintance. I am Roslyn, your very own shame-faced hunter ready and very willing to listen to what you have to say. At that, her tone reflected the sheepish shift in her smile. You'll have to excuse my etiquette, as my upbringing left much to be desired in that respect.
Thread: The Legend of Wyrmrock (Major Mario x Driven to drift)

Once again the dragon, Leon, looked delighted to see and hear that Roslyn was willing to listen to him, let alone tolerate him for a moment longer. He even offered what was supposed to be a happy grin, but a dragon was not very expressive and all Roslyn could see was a toothy lowering of his lower jaw. Kinda creepy, actually. If you pride yourself on being a hunter, then what I am about to say may interest you. Are you familiar with the legend of Wyrmrock, Roslyn? Leon asked as he pulled and dragged her name as if he was savoring the sound. It is an ancient land here on Earth known for the many dragons that reside here. You see very little of them these days most have gone up north where the mountains are plentiful and the humans are scarce. Centuries ago a renowned band of wyrm hunters were the catalyst for this great migration. They killed many of my kin, yet I am not bitter. Their tools, tactics and numbers were great, as were their artifacts. Leon looked back to the fire burning in the back of his den and noticed that it was dying out. He extended his neck and snorted before spitting a glob of fire into the primitive bonfire pit. The fire cleaved in on itself before bursting back into a roaring inferno. The copper dragon looked back to Roslyn and once again huddled back into a resting position as if nothing had happened. Perhaps he thought Roslyn was a little uncomfortable on the cold stone floor and sought to make it a little more bearable. The Wyrmslayers kept many artifacts imbued with powerful magic, and they used these artifacts during their battles with my kin. I have been listening to any rumors and whispers as to where these artifacts may be, and so far I have heard of one... no, two to the east hidden deep within the mountain range. Leon lowered his golden gaze to the ground as he continued. Getting to the artifacts, however, require the cooperation of a wyrm and a human, or a similar humanoid. 'Blood must be shed before the gatekeeper', as an old Wyrmslayer text states. I can only imagine that these artifacts are well guarded and will benefit both you and I, though I only know of the first artifact and not of the second. A shield capable of absorbing dragonfire, the first artifact is... Blast. I have spoken too much and offered you little chance to question. Is there anything you wish to ask?