Author's Note: Thanks for the continued support everyone, I'm glad you all continue to enjoy the content I've provided you. Now, on with the story!
Also thanks for the Terminology catch, yes I meant to imply 'Paw' instead of 'Claw' for a lot of references.
Life of a Zero Dragon
Chapter 5: The Starting Point
It hurts… So much pain… What had he done to deserve this?
"Chosen Dragon…"
The blades stung… Arrows pierced...
"You must live…"
Powerful magic...
"Fight, Chosen Dragon..."
Move!
Player 2, Alex Storm, activated his Blink hero ability, disappearing in a spectacular display of blue light and reappearing just outside the dangerous wind blades's range. His Dragon body fueled with adrenaline, every instinct from it coursing through his veins and allowing his to make off with overwhelming bursts of energy in spite of his ever depleting mana reserves.
"Rawr!" Alex cried out in pain as blood pooled from his legs, he had been using his wings to carry him, thankfully they didn't require much stamina to function, a carry-over from Warcraft.
His body started to emit steam from his injuries as he activated his bonus attribute ability.
Bulky Bulk.
A corny name that saved his life countless times, it might increase his strength temporary to deal more damage yes, but it also provided crucial increased health regeneration for a precious 15 seconds.
And against foes like these, he'll need every advantage he could muster.
Arrows flew.
A reptilian eye widened.
Instinct took over.
His body rolled, spun, twisted, shafts and fletches running past it without harming a single scale.
Alex recollected himself, observing the area for a possible escape route.
But within this wide, vast desert there didn't appear to be anything in sight.
"We must not let it get away to the human nations!"
They came closer, he was cornered.
Surrounded…
His Blink ability still on cooldown…
"This is the end of the road, creature summoned by the void…"
No escape…
Death's door lies before him…
There is only one thing left for him to do...
"Chosen Dragon..."
Everything he could muster…
"Fight and Live!"
This is the story…
This is how all begins…
Magical spells from all around came at him, his attribute bonus still bursting through his body, he charged forward towards death, roaring.
A bolt of lightning.
The ground below is all but dark red dirt and stone, the skies but gray ash filtering into the air, around him he could see the devastated look out Outland, a realm both in World of Warcraft, and Warcraft 3. But the realm he currently resided in had no similarities to many of the strange places to which Blizzard Entertainment's online game held, it was only the striking similarities of its old Warcraft 3 counterpart.
But even more so, this particular set of terrain had identical resemblance to the starting region of the Fel Empire. A nation of fel orcs that would most likely play the role of the villain in many roleplays within the Warcraft 3 map, Life of a Dragon Sequel. Even if the lore pictured them just as evil or good as humans themselves, they were casually swept into the side of darkness just because of their appearance.
A misunderstood race, a ashened nation.
Now however, a human turned orc, player 10, was the king of this misfortuned empire.
"You gotta be kidding me, this… Is both f***ing awesome and worrying at the same time." The Fel Orc King, Grom, stated.
Not to be confused with Warcraft's Grommash Hellscream, Grom was the leader of his people, the Warchief that brought together and founded a portal to escape their desolated homeworld, destroyed by demonic energies in a battle between the orcs and demons to save their world.
A red-skinned peon came running to the Warchief.
"Warchief, the portal seems to have malfunctioned. Our Warlocks and Shamans are working on its energies as we speak and regained control, but upon sending scouts the entire terrain of the other world has shifted!"
"Show me," Grom stated, the player that became him secretly wondering what had happened, but decided to play along in a Roleplaying matter to attain a better grasp of the situation at hand.
At first it was very odd to walk in his new body, in comparison to his human self on Earth, he stood seven feet tall and absolutely decked in pure muscle. He had a large katana-like blade in a sheath, he was reminded that he was basically a Fel Orc Blademaster.
'At least I retained a great deal of my thinking, my major in the study of middle age warfare might prove useful with the Fel Empire.'
"As you can see Warchief, the portal is displaying a type of strange energy, you should ask our magic users more about them." The fel peon said.
He looked around, the portal was surrounded by a couple of wooden build watch towers with a fel crossbow-holding orc stationed within each one. Closer to the portal, a dozen spellcasters, half warlock half shaman, were examining the portal.
"What's the situation?" The Player said.
A Shaman turned, "Warchief we managed to re-activate the portal, but we can't seem to pinpoint the old location anymore. While outside the portal might seem identical to before, heading a ways out will reveal the location of some sort of beach against an ocean. Not the beach holding the three-headed hydra creatures or the vast desert."
"Mmh…" Grom's voice escape him, "Create defensive fortifications on the chokehold into the mountains that head towards the portal. Then sent a small scout force of a Captain and four grunts. "
"Yes, Warchief!" The Shaman said.
"Work, work." The peon getting the order and heading into the portal, most likely to begin creating the fortifications.
A fel Raider on a wolven mount said to him, "We don't have enough trees to last our lumber supplies, and the gold mines within our region have suffered heavy losses due to the cataclysm."
"Hold our advance, make do what we have. When the scouting forces return with information we will make our move into the new world."
"Yes chieftain."
*SPLASH!*
A non-elemental dragon hatchling erupted out of the water and brought herself to the shore.
"Grawr…" She shivered as her body attempted to warm itself.
'C-Cold… That water was freezing!' She thought to herself. 'Where am I? This isn't home…'
'What happened to me!?' The dragon thought in alarm, she was Asuna Godiva, player 3, and at the moment she was freaking out, tumbling over her own paws again and again.
After twenty minutes, he lay exhausted on the grass edges against the water.
'That doesn't even make sense, why would grass grow like this into the water… Unless the water level rose suddenly.'
She shifted, 'Now that I look at the lake, it somewhat disturbs me… I got so many questions and yet I'm worried about this lake? Are those buildings submerged? They look so medival, did I transport back in time or is this just a movie set? Not to mention, I'm a dragon now from the map…'
Asuna shook her head, 'First things first, I need to figure things out about what's different.'
A golden light erupted around Louise's familiar, Erisdar, once again after a brief training session against Guiche's golems he provided for use. The third daughter of the Valliere was doing a small type of experiment in order to investigate what kind of phenomenon was the golden light.
Yet, even as she seen it now, closer up, Louise couldn't make out a single clue to what it's about.
What she has figured out is that the golden light has done something to her familiar, Erisdar seemed… Stronger, faster, and also the time between his usage of that short-distance teleport ability decreased drastically after the golden light came and went.
This would be the third time she's seen it. Unknowingly making the Chosen Dragon level 4.
There also was something else, it took longer between each appearance of golden light. As if the experience he's receiving has dulled, it certainly looked like Guiche's bronze valkyries were now easy prey for Erisdar.
Guiche was also fascinated, but he also stated that this helped him in improving his beautiful creations and spell casting.
Louise had another reason.
She wanted to figure it out, perhaps the golden light that surrounded her familiar and made Erisdar stronger was tied to her element? Erisdar's abilities were strange and foreign, not unknown, but the way it does it is extremely unlike anything before. Sure the only 'spell' Erisdar has managed to do was that possible Square-Class teleport, but there were abilities that Louise knew derived into his physical side.
Like that incredible 20 second long speed boost rivaling Triangle Wind mages. But unlike the wind spells she knew, it sure took a bit for Erisdar to activate it again.
"Thanks, that'll be all today, Gramont." Louise Valliere said.
"Anything for the beautiful rose that is Louise." Guiche bowed before her, making the teenage girl's eye twitch in aggravation more than anything
"Guichie!" A blond haired girl, Montmorency, cried in anger.
"Come on Erisdar, let's go get you something to eat." Louise called to her familiar, who perked up and followed her readly.
After a short period of time, Louise met up with one of the Academy servants.
"You there, what's your name!" Louise said with the pride of a noble towards the meek plebian maid with black hair and eyes.
Erisdar strangely seemed interested in her, but the maid replied immediately after recovering from shock from being called out.
"Siesta, ma'am!" The commoner bowed to her, her bosom bouncing slightly.
"My familiar dragon, Erisdar, is hungry. Fetch him some cuts to eat" The Zero said.
"Right away, Ms. Valliere!" Siesta replied hastily as she ran off, returning a couple minutes later with a meat cut the size of Louise's entire arm length.
Louise nodded, turning to look at her familiar.
Only to find him staring at Siesta.
"What are you staring at?" Louise questioned, looking to her familiar's eyes then trailing them back to the servant.
Rather, the servant's gifted assets.
Rage.
A wand somehow found itself within the master's hand, glowing blue with electrical arcs coursing around it.
"Y-Y-You…"
Erisdar found a shadow overcast him, his eyes shrinking as a worried expression of being caught in the act came over his draconic face.
Guilty as charged.
"Perverted Familiar!" Her hand reeling back before thrusting back forward aimed at the Chosen Dragon player.
"Rawr, Rawr, Rawr!" Erisdar repeated in a pitiful attempt to calm its master down.
*BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!*
The entire academy shook for a small moment as a large pillar of blackened smoke rose into the air from the epicenter of the explosion. Thankfully the inhabitants were not worried about an invasion.
They're used to this by now.
"Mi-Mi-Miss Valliere, you're familiar!" Siesta said in concern for the dragon hatchling she find kinda cute to look at.
Louise breathed heavily as she calmed herself, before perking up in notice that her familiar was upside down with swirling eye expressions, out cold.
"Ach! Erisdar!" Louise cried out in alarm as she went on her knees and started to shake the non-elemental hatchling awake.
Siesta sighed with a smile on her face, just another average day in the Tristain Academy of Magic.
Current Status:
Chosen Dragon Player 1: Saito Hiraga - Alive - Hatchling (Agility) Level 4
Chosen Dragon Player 2: Alex Storm - Unknown - Hatchling (Strength) Level 2
Chosen Dragon Player 3: Asuna Godiva - Alive - Hatchling (Unknown) Level 1
Chosen Dragon Player 4: Unknown - Alive - Hatchling (Unknown) Level ?
Chosen Dragon Player 5: Cora Rune - Alive- Hatchling (Intelligence) Level 1
Dragon Slayer Player 6: Celdrahil - Alive - Slayer Level 3
Dragon Catcher Player 7: Rosina - Alive- Catcher Level 2
The Human Kingdom Player 8: Aylmer and Abigail - Alive - Royalty of Human Kingdom
The Fel Empire Player 9: Grom - Alive - King of Fel Empire
Mercenary Player 10: Elizabeth Loyal - Alive - Sorceress Level 1
Observer Map Maker: Map Maker - Alive - The World Editor