Welcome to The Art of The Lost Legacy: Trilogy, this is your author TheLegendaryBlackDragonKnight here as the summary says everything that you need to know about this collection of what I've written to put into good use for this prequel trilogy that's written to expand upon the lore regarding the Old Kingdom. But I know you readers, you want to know why I said that I was writing alterations of the original book series; and I will tell you in my own way. I do not like the book series' way of everyone in the novels act as the first book featured Gobber the Belch, who in this version is an ancestor but dies from a stroke in the same way that Big Jim from King of the Hill in the episode "Texas Skillsaw Massacre" does because he is really nasty; and it's a fitting fate that he would get someone, namely himself killed because of his shouty and unpleasant drill sergeant ways of teaching. Now really, what is the cause to all of this corruption in the tribes? The Viking Law as the first chief of Berk is staunch and he is about as much as a idiot as the Vikings are in the first book, not to mention the son of the chief who is in fact Hiccup Horrendous Haddock I isn't a pushover either; let us get something straight here: he's no different from Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III or his descendant Hiccup Horrendous Haddock II, he spends his time alone atop of the unexplored wilderness of the Isle of Berk so he could get away from the village down below which do have fortification built walls surrounding the houses in case of a threat like the Lava-Lout Tribe who were previously unseen in the books as only their island was seen. Dragonese in the book series are also unsurprisingly dogshit too, a series of stupid phrases that were made up should not be canonized by me as I have my own version of the language that's more like a foreign tongue than all that crap; I sound like I'm insulting Cressida Cowell's way of writing but I just don't like her book series. I could list whatever I wanted on here but this is an artbook existing only in text so as to visualize what you are reading, not a fanfic to rant some random shit but if that's what you're looking for; then look no further than Boogie2988's Twitter which are nothing more but walls of text that go on forever, bitching about all types of things and I never wanted to bring him up as a example. But whatever you do, a man and woman like you should never mention or imply his name because he will be going into what Cr1tikal himself said, a "full blown red alert, full fuckin' throttle, full erection meltdown" because he will go on and on about everything that even dares to hint at him on that site. Holy shit, in the end that's not to say that I don't hate the book series as a whole but that will not stop me from putting everything that I wrote about the Lost Legacy Trilogy into this one page; at least for now so let's start with our first subject here today, nothing special but I think it's something basic at best...


Hiccup Horrendous Haddock I

Hiccup Horrendous Haddock I resembled his descendant three hundred years later, wearing on his ancient creamy oat tan tunic that appeared to be ripped on the edges; a warm and fur caribou brown vest that kept him warm, having two X-letter crossing leather straps for both elbows as they consisted of circular shaped pads as the X-letter shapes on both elbow guards were studded and stitched around the rim. Matching dual leather horizontal rectangular style shaped bracers on the wrists, the outer elbow guards were lighter while the X-letter crossing leather studded straps were a darker shade of chocolate brown. His arms were covered with leather clasped bracers that also had fur lashing straps wrapped around, around his waist was a belt that went around with a lemon to a royal golden colored spiral in the middle; the lower left side curved overhead and closed inwards to the center with a left sided rounded tip. The Hairy Hooligans Tribe crest was featured on a belt buckle overlay, all part of the dark hickory brown medium sized belt which had the same sized edges; the middle thick one was a lighter shade. His leggings came in two different varieties as the first one were a pair that looked like they were cargo-styled but didn't have any large pockets as the vertical rectangular shapes of the liking were edged with a thin line border on all sides, even going across as they were also in a juniper to an army and a seaweed olive green color. The overlaying pair for warmth in the coldest of times like these were a brunette brown color as his lower knees were an peanut to a coffee brown color, having leather lashings wrapped around along with dark chocolate and umber brown boots with jacobean to provincial brown fur edges on top; there was a line that went over and around as the soles were thick enough to be seen but not enough to leave one distinctive trail that could be seen in the snow when treading lightly so as to not leave a clue as to where he might've gone. His fur vest also had black leather straps that went upwards to either side of the chest, along with having a iron to a seal and a trout to a lava grey color tunic that also had three black strips lashing around the wrists whenever he was in Berk's P.T.P; not to mention a pair of sandals as they consisted of thick horizontal rectangular shaped straps of which went across, with the vertical rectangular shaped soles sloping upwards slightly right at the front tips and for precautionary planning the heels were covered, the grey tunic also had a spotted raindrop and watery surface type pattern. Not only did his eyes bear a slimy and an india green color to complement the forest green shade, but he bore sangria to mahogany as well as merlot to chili auburn red hair which even though he was on the smaller side of things with the kind of face that was nearly entirely unmemorable according to the thoughts of the ones who refused to get to know him better; he did have heroic hair which was bright and it stood up vertically however much one tried to damp it down with water from the oceans of Berk, it's just that nobody ever saw that because he wasn't seen all that much and if he was it was hidden under his helmet most of the time. He was taller than his father's waist and even his father's stomach, with his face having some freckles going across which weren't too many of them to begin with; to others he's absolutely average, the kind of unremarkable and kind of skinny freckled boy whose easy to overlook in a crowd with eyes that aren't as keen as an cattle egret or a martial eagle. He's no more than fifty pounds at that matter either and so he could be seen as something among someone who was small, red haired and in their thoughts on him; very, very ordinary. On the Isle of Skullions, where he advised against the Hooligans opening the chest rigged with a odor trap that led to the dragons of the same name to kill 'em all, he was slashed across the chest by a Skullion which left a seemingly permanent scar that he bore on his body. The sword sheath that had a leather belt slanting downwards from the lower left side of his body was for his Swiftpoint Scaremaker which was a dark umber and a russet brown color, bearing a luxor to a tussock and a dijon to a medallion golden color band as it formed a square shaped rectangular bangle going around the upper side of the blade; as the top one above went a little more above with a similar shaped gap in between the two. It had decorative markings called go-faster stripes while the handle itself was in the shape of a hammerhead shark, being a smaller shorter one compared to Snotface's Flashcut as this one's suitable for children to wield without too much difficulty. Wearing a bronze scallop necklace around his neck, which hung in the middle of his collarbone. As his journey begins, he would wear a number of outfits when setting out on his own accord. Finally, he held the Silver Knife that his descendants would wield in the future; shining ever so brightly and wielding it like a wakazshi sword-styled dagger that he would be armed with in the event he would be hunted like an outcast, exiled from the Hairy Hooligans Tribe and doing everything it took to survive for quick slashes and organ rending stabs

The near upper half of his helmet's horns had a flaxen and a blonde golden color


Fishlegs the Nameless

Fishlegs the Nameless was thin and skinny, but he was no less knowledgeable than Ingerman three hundred years later on the same isle he would be born on and this time for good; there was a reason he wore glasses as not only did Snotface give him a double bruising black eye, it was apparent that he had a squint that made him as blind as a jellyfish with an allergy flaring up around reptiles and dragons fell right into that category. Being the best friend who wasn't just skinnier than Hiccup the First but also looking like a daddy longlegs with asthma, he was a skinny runner-bean of a boy too which doesn't there as he bore a strong resemblance to an string bean wearing glasses; bearing the face of a haddock too according to the Romans who kidnapped him and Hiccup the First. He's rather clumsy but he's loyal and evermore faithful to his friend, it's as if his dry sense of humor and sarcasm strengthened the attributes of his friend as that's exactly what Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III bore as his signature trait as the years followed after Hiccup the Second's reign in the final decline of his kingdom. Snotface and the others are picking on him as much as Hiccup the First but the latter ain't about to let their bullyish ways stop them, now generally as he was a worrier and he didn't want to get in dangerous situations that's not stopping him from stepping up when really needed the most. Not only did he wear a dark teal to a space and a peacock blue colored short sleeve overcoat that covered his upperbody, along with a tiger to a papaya and a sedona to a fire orange tunic as he sported a thick puffer coat styled medium sized belt going around his body; his leggings were a mahogany to a berry and a merlot to a sangria maroon color, as his boots were an kind of umber to a cedar and a taupe to a chocolate pear brown color. But he also wore a fur tunic that had a scaly vest that came from the dragons Hiccup invited him to study together, as he's never felt so better outside of the village to join him side-by-side even at the risk of allergies flaring up; for these colder areas he wore dark umber to mocha and brunette brown leggings that kept him warm, with the soles of his boots whose upper sides were covered bearing that of the sandals which Hiccup the First wore as well that covered his heels for protection so he doesn't get killed like Achilles of the Trojan War. On his arms were fur bracers along with his belt having a bag on his right side waist, the collar around his lower neck was all fur as he too wore a Dragon Basket on his shoulders alongside his lobster claw necklace as the remnant of his mother Termagant; he didn't even get to know her and that wasn't fair, his tunic had also covered around upper leggings but still being short enough not to slow him down too much. The lens of his glasses were a indigo and a greenish teal blue color which brought out those two velvet faint golden tinted bronze brown eyes of his. If there's one thing that's known by his friend it's the fact that he's a Berserker - occasionally going into a wild aggressive state of rage, this happened on board The Lucky Thirteen ship as this behavior was surprising toward the others because as soon as the battle began; he lost control and threw himself directly at the enemy as he shrieked furiously, whirling his sword around his head like a madman but it was ineffective and no use, Vikings would call this "going berserk" and warriors who did this were revered in their society. Even Outcasts stayed out of his way for a Berserker like him is always respected, even if he's four foot ten with a squint and an limp with no swordfighting skills whatsoever; he was secretly but extremely proud when he realized this. The Fat Consul was threatened with this tendency by Hiccup the First so he could be spared from death, the sentence which was to be carried out by Thin Perfect; he describes this perfectly himself: if one knew the expression going berserk, to the uninformed they were Vikings who went dog shit crazy on the battlefield as they're good men to have your side but a terrible enemy to kill if they were sided with the opponents. For as bumbling and clumsy as he might've been, he's known to perform well under pressure especially when there's potential mortal danger; just by the mere thought of Sharkworms in the ocean's abyss in the seas that was the warm aired Summer Currant, he would climb up a rope and board a Roman's ship with little difficulty, by the way it was an accident that he boarded the ship due to seeing the silhouette as a ship of which he believed was a Peaceable ship as intended in the lesson if not for Snotface forcing The Hopeful Puffin off course, whereas when he's not under pressure he would've not been able to do so. Again he was normally hopeless at rope climbing but that time he was going up that rope as quick as a Shortwing Squirrelserpent scrambling up a tree, making it's way to the branch on the World Tree to watch Ratatoskr deliver messages to the eagles on top; they're all watching over the fruit of the nine realms. He's nothing short of being flawed as he suffers from sensitive eczema with hay fever and asthma, he's not good at swimming but then again No-Name of Eret's Crew ain't so good at swimming either so he's not alone there. Those were not the only illnesses he's got as there's more: short sight, flat feet, knock knees, heather and animal fur allergies. His inability to ski and shoot with bows-and-arrows is worse than Hiccup the First, and he's not the best archer out there but that doesn't mean he's improved over the times. Good gods, he was the most appalling of the skiers and he was a terrible shot too since his bow whirled around like a windmill trying to keep his balance; even if his hands had been steady as a rick, a dreadful squint meant his eyes were as crossed as his skis and frankly, any chance of him hitting ANYTHING AT ALL at that point would be a matter of fluke. He couldn't stop wobbling forward, his knees bent as if he's taken a seat on the shitter while his skis are pointing inward in the snowplow position and at the first hint of a little bump in the snow; it was enough to throw him off while his skis flew off his boots. God damn, Hiccup the First, his own friend, thought that he himself was worse than him but he surprised him when all that happened. As it was mentioned before he had a limp but it didn't seem to bother him, with curling taupe to kobicha and a walnut to a bistre brown colored hair as his hair went down in front of his ears halfway which covered the whole ear itself at a front view; while the rest on his bottom neck to collarbone was all covered with a puffy-curly onion ring style short mullet alike. His helmet was the same as Hiccup the First's helmet as there were differences, there's no jewels and there was also a black and silver wavy stripe pattern gong across with an round circular cap on the top; this pattern going around the top and bottom, the middle also had an wavy line around the middle and went around, there were also what looked like a secondary black pair of horns as one side curved down and the other side curved up. Finally, he lacked the knowledge of speaking Dragonese but responded on two occasions to dragons such as Horrorcow and One-Eye's hatred of humans with sarcasm; he awaited to see whatever that Hiccup Horrendous Haddock I discovered as there wasn't too much to tell about the history behind the Archipelago they lived in, there were definitely some thing that might learn by the likes of Wodensfang who can teach him in the meantime


King's Lost Treasures

Toothless I, the young and fangless dragon who was his own species called and named as the Toothless Daydream was the size of a slightly bigger Terrible Terror; his beautiful scales were in a emerald and shamrock to India and malachite green color that were from the lightest and to the darkest of all shades. His dark banana to slime yellow colored underbelly starting from the lower muzzle where his mouth was down to the tip of his tail, as smooth as it was against the palm of a human's hand while at the same time having faint and evenly spaced horizontal lines that went from the bottom of his head where his inner lower jawbone was; down to the iron leaf and diamond spearhead tip of the tail that went through across just underneath that pointed tip at the end. His wings alongside his tailfins had a cherry and garnet red color which was for his membrane to be exact, as was the backward scallop fin blade shaped spines that in turn went all the way down to the halfway point where his tail was starting to take a shape of it's own accord; even having midfins for better gliding across the air that his flight had gave him. The head shape was like that of the rarest of the rare Night Furies who could be spotted amongst the night skies, camouflaged in the darkest moon who fired out hot shots of plasma bolts that blasted with an acetylene and oxygen fusion charge; killing all who were caught in the direct strike of the fearsome black dragons who reigned over the cold dusk that rises with the full moon. His snout was sharply edged as it's sloped down forward into a trapezoid edge that went a little bit out but not enough to bump too hard, and forward enough to bop a nose with a human like Hiccup Horrendous Haddock I for example. On his snout however was also a nasal horn which was the same red color as the wings to the midfins and tailfins too, it was like the upper half of a crescent moon that had the tip go inward just a little bit; on his cheeks were two rounded edged appendages that curved upward with a long one on top and a short one on the bottom, his ears curved up and backwards with a upper facing tip which then went back down on the lower bottom as the two were like pronounced bat ears. One more thing to which was red were the spinal spikes that went down on the back of both the front claws, the twin pair of earplates were also the same shape as they slanted up backwards in the center of the head just like the Night Furies did; with a short crown of solid crystalline like spikes which were like a spiky haircut that also went down along the tail, where some of the spines were a lighter color than the slightly darker crown on top of his head. The sclera of his large eyes had a banana and cream tannish yellow color with black dilated orbs for pupils, reflecting a beige to eggnog tan color while at it too; and the tip of his tail also resembled an arrow that pointed up with horizontally straight edges on the bottom and upward slanting edges at the sides that faced toward the tip. Finally, the cute and adorable young lad as Hiccup Horrendous Haddock I saw him as in their first meeting was capable of speaking Dragonese but stuttered with what speech he had to say; and for a comfortable spot in his travels he could always be found in his vest that he always wore even for the hottest summer that would come

Endeavor, the Dragonsword was an ancient weapon given to Hiccup Horrendous Haddock I by Wodensfang after stealing it alongside the accursed jewel hidden within for safekeeping. The handle of the sword had been wrapped in black ribbed leather that would later on come to be known in the far off future as Draconia leather for not only being extremely tight, but it was also strong as it was durable; the pattern all around was a horizontal ribbed pattern with a vertical line that also went up on both the left and the right sides respectively. Although it was the horizontally ribbed lines that won out the most for a easier grip to hold onto, as the aforementioned pattern described was for the scaly look underneath. The crossguard in fact featured the shadow of the Night Fury that flew up with both wings extended out upwards like a horseshoe, although the body had faced forward with it's retractable fangs that showed along with it's emerald green eyes and the green highlights found on both sides. The long to broad double edged blade of the sword that's as long as the future Inferno was also in a series of green highlights that went halfway up, featuring the engraved tribal hurstwic rails to beads markings of dragons that were smeared diagonally up to the right all on a beautifully shining silver blade; with the crossguard even having a large emerald on the farthest sides as well as a smaller emerald next to it on the closest sides respectively from the Night Fury. The round circular disc shape for the pommel on the bottom had it's outer edged rim striped in a kind of rectangular linked pattern, all with a darkblood red and a parmesan to beige tan color to the twine to zombie old paper white which went all around; the secondary ring is a golden color as was the cherry and garnet red to banana yellow striped pattern for the third ring, it was all followed up by the same banana yellow ring that was large with a cherry to garnet red eye as the core in the middle center. There also appeared to be a faint overlaid pair of wings that're on the front and back of the dual-sided pommel too, even then it was surrounded with a mid to small black rim that has a large emerald stone; featuring the Fellowship of the Dragonmark scrawled in the darkblood of the dragons. Finally, there was no fuller as the two sides on both faces slanted up into a triangular edged ridge that lunged forward into a sharp tip for stabbing; the sword had little dried darkblood stains with a hidden message from within the all so hidden compartment of the pommel within

Like I said, it's not much but like before it will be updated... not very often but you will get them sooner than later