Around the beginning of autumn, we accidentally crashed into the kingdom Mauritor, where trespassing was a great crime deserving death sentence. We were up against the whole Royal Army and although we managed to survive, Patricia was captured by the kings bodyguards. The king blackmailed us into setting out into a journey to pick up a rumoured treasure chest of the Goddess of Prophecies, Valiana, which said to have contained an amulet which allowed the user to control the elemental forces freely. But the treasure chest was mythically guided by a giant dragon. We had to take up the quest and succeed within a month in order to prevent Patricias death sentence. We desperately approached a mediocre Telepath in an inn to contact Jasons former employee, the DragonTender, Dasdor, to obtain information how to defeat a wild dragon. Of course, we kept our motive secret but told him it was a dragon of demonic powers and of the level of Blaziana. He recommended learning a few powerful spells like Fire Tornado and Metallic Blazer- and we immediately broke on day-and-night labour- with my suppressed demonic entity assisting me reluctantly. After Two weeks, we arrived at the directed place, to discover that the treasure was in a cave of a hill. We were confused because we werent informed about any hill beforehand. Nonetheless, we discovered the treasure chest pretty easily after brushing off a few lizard-like monsters on our way up. We didnt know the worst part of the job was still left to endure. Our first information was right. The treasure was not on a hill. As we lifted the box off its stand, the hill started moving and with abject horror, we discovered that there is no hill, its the coils of the gigantic dragon we were standing on. The Dragon was of the size of a small kingdom. Secondly, it wasnt a dragon. And it happened to be the unluckiest thing we had ever encountered. It was a wyvern - a two-legged, serpentlike cousin of the dragon family but having much different properties......none of the spells we learnt, worked on it. We were...like poking a boulder with a bamboo stick. However, we needed to survive. After Jasons left leg was visibly broken the gush of the wind caused by the wyverns wing, I came up with the weirdest plan in the history of plans. Jason used his whole magical storage to raise a underground rock from the bottom of the sea nearby. As the wyvern turned its head to look at it, I cast a giant mirror charm on the beasts retina which caused it to see itself floating over the far-away sea. Considering it another of its kind, the poor lonely wyvern forgot about us and charged in full speed towards the sea, shattering a nearby mountain in the process. Hoping that the charm wont be broken until the wyvern reaches mid-sea, we ran for our lives.
Posted on: Fri, 01 Aug 2014 13:47:46 +0000
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