It's been awhile Fanfiction. Let's try this again.
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Omega watched as two entities fell from the rift. The first appeared to be a dragon, gray colored as the ones of the wind elementals, apparently around a few years older then Ember was. He quickly wrote it off and looked over at the other entity, and what he saw amazed him. The person was shorter than him, but Omega did not have a doubt in his mind. The wasn't the last of his kind. Though, based upon the way the Future Guardian was shouting, he might be reduced to the last of his kind soon.
Solon was pissed. He fought through all of that, and the gods still didn't smite him. That seriously should have pissed them off enough to have made me a werebeast. That should've worked, at least a dozen told us to not go there, and quite a few more didn't want me to clear the place.
The dwarf felt his draconic companion, Faream poke at his mind. You know that it was just as likely that they would turn you into a vampire as well.
Any excuse to keep everyone away from me.
Really, though, I don't see why we were put here. That Pit being closed would have pissed off all the gods. Faream 'said'. It was one of the power leakages from Armok that they routinely feed off of.
...
Solon?
It was motherfucking Armok, wasn't it. We did something he liked, and our 'reward' is being sent to...where are we?
Apparently in front of someone who is pissed off at us and shouting to guards.
So, the usual.
Pretty much.
Solon shifted his focus away from the conversation to get a look at the situation. Nearby was a cheetahman and a human male, neither of whom having apparently been in any serious battle before, their less than musclebound natures showing easily to the dwarf's trained eye. The human did have a fairly high quality sword in his possession and the cheetahman had a older staff.
He looked over at the shouting noble, and took note of the dragon. It was around the 89 to 135 year range in terms of size, and was emblazoned with yellow scales.
That's not odd...
I thought I was the only mutant, Faream 'responded'.
Apparently this one can talk, joy.
And is high ranking.
Why do you say that?
ten...twelve incoming. Rest of the camp on high alert.
How far out?
Roughly half a minute.
Can you do a language rip? It'd be a pain to have to deal with.
Certainly.
Solon braced himself for the minor pain, which was greatly reduced by the mild enjoyment he had at the sudden jump of the dragon, as well, he noticed, as the human and cheetahman did as well.
After the dragon shook itself off from the unexpected sting, it said "What was that?"
Solon then commented, "Well, it's good to know that worked."
"Where did you come from hum-"
"Hey! I resent being called a human, wyrm! I am of the dwarven race and I am running off the energy of kicking out a shitton of demons out of fortress where I was thrown into a arena by a dumbass mayor for a crime he was okay with for a few dozen years! Damn it felt good kicking his demon-infused ass too a paste..."
"You're a criminal, human?" the dragon said as the human seemed to look downtrodden when Solon said he was not a human.
"THAT'S what you got out of that!"
0 seconds.
The creatures who were apparently under the command of the dragon came into the tent and proceeded to surround Solon and Faream, who then proceeded to go through a shared mental evaluation of the situation for the likely coming fight.
Let me see...lost sword...
Worn talons...
Broken armor...
Dented scales...
Weary from a battle...
Low on energy...
Trapped in an unknown land...
Already branded criminals...
Surrounded by hostiles...
Still better odds than when we started.
Quite.
"Why do you still stand there?" the dragon spoke.
"Because I want to." replied Solon.
"I was not talking to you, hu-"
"Dwarf!"
"Human. I was talking to the youngling."
"Don't think-"
"Silence!"
"No."
"Silence human! Youngling, step away from the human!"
Faream quickly contacted Solon, 'saying', Brokenhall?
Solon allowed himself a small smile and 'responded', Brokenhall.
Faream then responded openly to all those within the tent, Fine.
Omega watched as the gray dragon launched itself forwards, embedding its shoulder spikes into the neck of the startled Future Guardian. The young dragon then yanked itself up, piercing the other side of the dragon's neck with its tail and tearing open the Future Guardian's throat. The 'dwarf' then rapidly stabbed its broken shortsword up through the jaw of an Atlawa, and stole its spear. Letting go of the sword and tossing the spear to its other hand, the dwarf then turned and threw the weapon right through the left eye of the turning head of the Guardian, killing the electric dragon rapidly. The gray dragon leapt and ripped open the throat of another of the soldiers. The dragon knocked the weapon to the hands of the waiting dwarf, who had just collapsed the windpipe of another Atwala and drew his blade out of the first, catching the tossed spear in his open hands. The dwarf dodged the spear thrust towards him and tossed the shard of his blade, it landing right between the eyes of the wolven soldier, who was used as a springboard of the dragon to kill the next soldier. Another moved to stab the dragon, but the shaft was knocked aside by the thrown body of the impaled wolf, the cheetah having scant time to recognize this fact before a spear thrown by the dwarf impaled through its skull. By this time, the remaining five recovered from their surprise and three moved to keep the dwarf and the dragon busy while the others attempted to call up more soldiers. Then the dwarf shouted, "Scatter." The soldiers moved to intercept an escape from either of the two, and the dwarf smirked.
Suddenly, the dragon launched out five shots of ice, to everyone's shock except for the dwarf's. When four of the shots killed four of the soldiers, while the fifth managed to dodge. The Vulpine smirked for a second, before a groaning was heard. The fifth ice shard had struck the central pylon of the tent, causing it to collapse upon the fifth, trapping it. The dwarf then drew a knife, and tossed it right into the Vulpine's skill, killing it. The dragon proceeded to rip the blade out of the wolf's skull, and the two approached Omega and the cheetah.
Omega instinctively reached for his blade, but the dwarf's broken sword trapped his hand, the dwarf then saying, "I'm Solon, that's Faream-"
Hi.
"...and I would rather not have everyone I meet end up dead so let's get out of here before..." The dwarf turned his head to the dragon for a few seconds before continuing, "the entire remaining eighty-eight of this camp come down on top of us. We'll talk later, but I would like to know the names of the people I just saved."
When Omega recovered from his shock he responded with, "Fine." I hope Silonya doesn't react too badly to this.
Don't worry. I'm betting on it.
You owe me fifty gold.
"Shut it."
No.
The Vulpine, Silonya tossed them both back, sending them sprawling on the dirt of the cave. "Damn woman. Last time I got a girl that feisty was when I said I didn't have enough mone-"
Solon shut up to dodge a dagger thrown towards his head, causing it to impact in the dirt, the meaning clear.
As Silonya took Omega off to the side to 'talk' to him, and after Solon and Faream got off of their backs, Faream noticed a pink scaled dragon lying near the back of the cave, then 'said' to Solon, thirty gold on that I can get her to like me.
"I'll give you fifty if it doesn't result in you getting slapped."
Deal.
As the gray dragon began to walk off, the son of the hermit came over to the dwarf and said, "In all the time I have been travelling, I have never seen anything quite like you two."
"Based on what I hear, non-red dragons are a dime a dozen around here. Though, I can give you the part about a dwarf based on what I've heard and the culture info Faream copied from your minds."
"He...I shouldn't ask, should I?" replied the hermit's son.
The dwarf leaned back before continuing, "Nope, and recognizing that makes you one of the smartest people I know of. Honestly, I was lying about the culture bit. He's running on empty right now, he barely had enough for the scatter shot after he got just how to speak your language out of your minds."
The cheetah sighed, before continuing. "Ah. Still, you two are quite different, despite the racial differences."
"How so?" the dwarf said, leaning forwards intently.
"You two are more focused on aggravating each other than the fact that you were tossed through a rift, that, as you say, took you to another world."
The dwarf relaxed. "Simple, our world was shit."
The cheetah in turn grew interested, saying, "What do you mean?"
The dwarf sighed. "There's the Evil biomes, which are... well, pretty terrifying, after all. You cut up a zombie into 10 pieces and all of them are still trying to kill you. Especially the hair. Some fog, that doesn't sound so bad. Oh wait, all your friends who went in the cloud now want to kill you and everything alive in this world. And they're twice as strong. Oh, and if you haven't ever faced a zombie sperm whale, or god forbid a zombie giant sponge, I envy you.
The humans of our world may seem friendly, but if you kick one of their chickens out of their way they will all rush out and knife you. even the children. ESPECIALLY the children. Then, there's every animal you may have ever been afraid of, and basically all of the bipedal versions you've met, but quadrupedal instead, there is a giant version of it in our world.
Now your fellow dwarves, they aren't the safest fellows either; Do you work as a brewer? That's nice. Now please receive 50 hammerstrokes for not making some armor stands for the mayor. If you're lucky enough to avoid the hammerstrokes you get to be chained in the jail for a couple months. With no food or water. You might just be chatting away with your friend one moment, the next he looses a roaring laughter, and you're a table. And never forget that anyone could be a vampire, just waiting to suck all your blood out."
The cheetah was shocked. "I cannot even begin to comprehend how anyone could survive that."
The dwarf shrugged. "We managed. Even managed to have fun from time to time." He looked over to see Faream messing with a few crystals the other dragon had given to him, which he gave back, despite the female's insistence. "Like so..." He shouted over, just loud enough to be heard, but not loud enough for Omega or Silonya, who were at the cave entrance, to hear "Hey! Do I owe you fifty gold yet?" Faream shot his glance over, betrayal evident. Solon turned away, closing his eyes and slowly raising his hand, before bringing it down precisely when a slap of the female's paw hitting the face of Faream occurred.
The son of the Hermit gave a mild chuckle. Solon then asked, "What were those crystals anyway?"
"You don't have any of those?"
"Nope. Different world, remember?"
"Yes, but those crystals are used to power up a dragon's energy for their elemental attacks. If your world doesn't have those, how do dragons get their energy?"
"Do dragons of this world regain elemental energy over time?"
"Yes, but it is extremely slo-oh."
"There you go. By the way, how long does it take for energy to regain to full?"
The Cheetah thought for a few moments, before replying, "If I recall correctly, the last time it was done, it took around five months to reach a quarter strength."
The dwarf whistled. "Wow."
The Hermit's son replied, confused, "Is that fast?"
"No, stupid slow. Far's the most powerful dragon we know of in our world, and it takes him only a month and a half to recharge to full. Two and quarter if he's trying to overcharge for an exceptionally big battle."
The Cheetah was surprised, "That means that the crystals have an adverse effect. More power now-"
"But over the long term, it takes longer to regain the energy naturally, and possibly other effects. How long do dragons typically live?"
"Four to five hundred."
"Holy shit! Where we come from, if they manage to last long enough, a dragon can live over ten thousand years!"
What about dragons?
"Oh, hey your back," Solon said.
No thanks to you.
"Hey, had to lower her expectations as much as possible."
So she comes around later?
"No, so she looks everywhere else!"
Fuck you.
"Hey, you may want to tell her something."
What?
"The crystals lower her lifespan by over nine thousand years."
Holy shit.
"And reduce long-term nat-recharge by a factor of 24."
Holy fuck.
"Faream," said the hermit.
Yes?
"How is it you have the same powers as a purple dragon?"
A what?
"Ah yes, I should not take things for granted. A purple dragon is a dragon with access to the four primary: Fire, Ice, Electricity, and Earth, and the secondary: Wind, Water, Shadow, Poison, Fear, and the rare Time, Life..."
Let me cut you off there.
"You lack some of these?"
It's not what I lack, its that you fucked up. The nine elements are: water which would include ice since all ice is is very cold water, fire, earth, air, energy, which would compose electric and light, shadow, poison, time, and mind, which is not just fear, but also happiness, sadness, and all other emotions as well as logic and reason. The other things you call elements would be recombinations of these nine.
"That is just-"
"We're leaving."
The group of three turned to the speaker, Silonya. "What? We just got here!" Solon replied.
Silonya glared at him. "You stirred up the whole area and I have to protect Omega."
"Why? Go into a random town and toss a rock. You'll piss off thirty, at least!"
This seemed to startle Silonya for a few seconds, before she regained her composure and said, "Don't ask, just do."
Solon picked himself off the ground as she left and stretched. "Meh, only got in about half a mile, and I'll be damned if I go for anything less than 20 with the sun where its at. Faream, you think you can talk with the girl about the crystals."
I can try.
"I'll stay with you." The Hermit's son said. "I have some more questions about your world I would like to ask."
"That's alright with me. Just one thing. What's your name?"
"Tarhsun."
"No shit."
"What?"
"Your name, spelled as nushrat is the word for 'Keeper' in the language of the humans from where I come from. This could be interesting."
Other than references to it, very little of this fanfic will include Dwarf Fortress, so that is why I put it only under 'Spyro the Dragon'. No, not everything that is referenced is in the game. Especially what is implied by some of Solon's comments...
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