Author's Note: This chapter was originally going to be a very, very big one. But it took too long, so I've split this chapter into two parts. Still, it is over 5-6 thousand words long, which I'm sure you'll all appreciate.
Some of you might be ask why I'm using the numerical numbers instead of their word counterparts. The answer is because in Warcraft III they use the numbers like 1, 2, 3. Instead of One, Two, Three. It's for the sake of Game Terminology. Of course, Character Dialogue will have the numbers as words while narrative description (In Player Perspective) will be numbered.
Today marks the day that my Life of a Dragon Sequel map is 50% complete. And as thanks for reading your story, the code of the Void Mage Mercenary choice is "Chosen Dragon Saito".
PEJP Bengtzone V2: Very peculiar… Very peculiar…
Life of a Zero Dragon
Chapter 10: Of Kingdoms, Empires, Heroes, and Dragons Part 1
There were many questions that plagued the young king Aylmer's mind, one those many concerned the meeting of a foreign nation. How was he, a human from Earth, suppose to converse with royalty native to this land. But another thought countered this, for one these were residents of the nearby nation of Gallia, not royalty.
But that also brought more questions than answers, for example, both Elizabeth and himself had assumed the world to be an alternate version of the realm, Kayla. Which is the name of the world that Life of a Dragon Sequel titled itself. This would mean that the Human Kingdom was the only human civilization outside of the city-state of Orangeleaf.
He had sent Elizabeth ahead of him, and kept Abigail back at the fortified castle within the Capital. The Mercenary player is still a Warcraft 3 Hero-classified unit, which means she'll be more powerful than most normal units by their lonesome.
That and if a fight did break out for some reason, the magic users of Arcantis will back her up.
Aylmer shifted on the saddle that was attached to the horse he rode, the two Kaylan Legionnaire following at each side while a force of a dozen Footmen and Archers followed behind him. In Warcraft 3 this would be a decent sized force, but in this new realm it was probably just a scouting size.
His first order was the construction of fortifications when he realized that he was still in command of the entire Human Kingdom of Kayla. The numerous constructions of military buildings, as well as more farms to increase the food produced so to feed them, was this order.
In more game term details, he constructed an additional Barracks, Legionnaire Chapterhouse, Arcane Sanctum, six farms, filled empty defensive locations with towers, and expanded on military technologies such as the first level of Swords, Plate, Leather, and Arrows.
But normal Upgrading takes a lot more time than its suppose too, despite beginning research yesterday there was still no word of its completion. So all current weapons are mainly just iron until Steel has been completed.
He didn't want to imagine how increasing the Kingdom's Technological Level to the next stage will take how long, nor how much waiting it will take to complete Gunpowder.
Not to mention the armor he wore strangely didn't make him shift uncomfortably, Aylmer thought it might be because the Hero's body was used to wearing armor.
"Sire, we are approaching the mage town of Arcantis." The Legionnaire to his stated firmly.
"I see…" Aylmer trailed off as they made their way into the entrance of the town. The town itself normally would have been a small square on the mini-map, a tiny town surrounded by walls, four Arcane Towers, with a single Arcane Sanctum in the middle.
Now it was a bustling town, enlarged, more realistic to the view, holding houses, shops, and the like. However it was still called Arcantis for a reason, there were many magical-related objects and constructs.
If Aylmer had to put it into words, it was a smaller version of Warcraft campaign's Dalaran.
As he rode into the city with his guarding force behind him, the citizens bowed before him as he passed. The normal villagers were now unique persons, each looking differently than the other instead of the same person just copy and pasted multiple times. There were also a lot of Priests, Sorceress, and the custom unit, Emissaries.
He kept his expression the same, it was difficult, but he felt like he's done it many times before becoming Aylmer. Another perk or curse of the transition into this world.
A Archmage of sorts came in front of him, he bowed graciously before standing upright and saying to the Human Kingdom's King.
"My King, we welcome you to Arcantis. I've received word of your arrival ahead of time from the Mercenary Hero Elizabeth, the situation has been thus far peaceful. The foriegnors dubbed Gallians have not caused any trouble within your realm." The Archmage said, his long white beard billowing slighty in the wind.
"I wish to speak with these Gallians, I hold many questions and not all are suitable for the citizens' curiosity around us." Aylmer said.
"At once my liege," He replied. "If you may follow me I shall guide you towards the Gallians."
Aylmer nodded in thanks towards the Archmage, he dismounted his horse, letting a stableboy grasp its reins and direct it elsewhere. He made his way through the town, keeping his expression solemn yet kind as the citizens conversed about the greatness of their king.
'It's all very surreal, the loyalty of the Human Kingdom-controlled units extends even to its provinces. Though it does ease my mind to know that rebellion won't come easily.' He thought to himself.
Aylmer caught Elizabeth's position as he entered the Sanctum containing the foreign travelers. There was a sharp contrast of color between the clothing of the Gallian's and those of the Kaylan's, or the Human Kingdom.
For example, the elected representative color for the Human Kingdom is Pink. This color is the trademark default tint of Player 8. So it won't make sense that all Kingdom unit tabards, flags, and the such were that color.
In counter, the Gallians were a bluish color, a shade only a little darker than the sky above.
There were four individuals wearing this Gallians blue and each were easily identified as military or some other trained force. While the others were more akin to common clothing or that of perhaps traveling merchants.
"They have been well cared for, but something seems a little off about them…" A Captain said to Aylmer.
"How so?" He questioned.
Elizabeth answered as she walked up to another player like her. "It's like they are a confused state of being neutral passive or an enemy unit." She shook her head, "Or at least the unarmed ones are, the soldiers clearly have a grudge of some sort."
Neutral Passive, a term used by gamers to identify units that are classified as friendly but not an ally.
"I see…" He walked up to the foreign group and exclaimed loud and clear, "Pleasure to meet you, residents of the nearby Kingdom, Gallia! I'm afraid my own Kingdom and I are currently in a predicament and we are a bit overeager, please do accept my apologizes as King Aylmer of the Human Kingdom of Kayla for the short term house arrest."
The Gallians were paying attention to him quite eagerly, odd.
"I have a few questions that I hope your leader, whoever they may be, can answer. Afterward you will be released to do as you will, within the boundaries of our laws of course."
An old man stood up, speaking, "I'm the leader of our group, and willing to answer questions, King Aylmer."
Aylmer smiled, "It's a pleasure to meet you, what is your name?"
The old man smiled in return, relieved of some tension, "Gergio, sire."
"Please follow me to where we can discuss." The King motioned, the Gallian man following into a nearby room where they both sat at a table though surrounded by some Footmen.
"Pardon my manners, I don't have any refreshments to pass the time in the hurry. In any case, the questions I'm going to ask may seem odd and confusing, but please answer to the best of your ability."
"Yes, sire." The old man replied.
"Now, my Kingdom and fellow comrades have been subject too… The World changing magic that's transported my entire nation and surrounding lands. We're in the midst of a land we have no knowledge of." He took a brief before continuing, "I only ask this question. What is the history and name of the land we are now residing in?"
The old man looked a bit shocked but after a moment, he recollected himself, "Well... King Aylmer… We call this land, Halkeginia."
Grom, Warchief of the Fel Empire, known as the Fel King to those of the players, the secret human-turned-orc sliced his blade through the muscle and bone of a nasty fel reaver, a demonic creature that feeds off the magical energies of their prey before devouring the flesh by striking with two horn-like appendages that act like additional claws from behind.
"Grunts!" Grom yelled.
A nearby Fel Orc Grunt replied instantly, raising his battle ax, "We are yours to command Warchief!"
"Scour the area, I want this reavers dealt with and destroyed before they become a nuisance to our operation!" He ordered.
"Lok'tar!" The Grunt said in reply as he lead the band exploring the rest of the land within the vicinity of the Portal between this new world and their homeland.
"Peons!" Grom then directed his attention to the workers, "I want the portal heavily fortified with multiple watchtowers and barricades, make it happen. Any foe that dares try to invade us will find us hard prey."
"Okidoki!" The Peons said as they rushed around the place, bringing materials in and out of the portal from Outland and constructing the bases of the watchtowers.
The Fel Warchief released a held in breath, 'This is hard, being a Warchief might be pretty kick ass but it's mentally exhausting.' He thought to himself.
"Kogkar, any news from the scouting force we sent out roughly two days ago?" Grom said to the Fel Orc Raider, one of the better warriors and loyal following to the Fel Empire.
"Nothing of yet, it's quite odd that we haven't received any word from them."
Grom nodded, his thoughts thinking about the situation. As mentioned before, there was a small surrounding biome of mountainous terrain that was altered by the appearance of the Outland portal. It was the same terrain likened to the Warcraft map's own, with a single choke point between the entrance into that mountain areas.
But outside that entrance was the new terrain that had entirely shifted, it was a long beach against the ocean, but head just a mile into the land away from the beach and it changed entirely into greenery of unknown make not similar to Warcraft 3's environments.
He was not in Outland at the moment, having ventured forth with some warriors to clear the local monsters so to establish a forward encampment.
"Warchief! I see the scout force!" A peon yelled from the cliff top above, it wasn't that big, more like a highly elevated hill.
Grom turned his attention towards the outer exit, scouring his sight in an attempt to see the incoming fel orcs.
He spotted them, but they were missing one or two members, the look of battle upon them of having recently been in combat. They approached, breathing heavily from the long trek, Grom gave them a moment to rest and recover their breath before asking.
"Report," He spoke.
The Captain replied, "Yes… We've drawn a crude map of the surrounding region, but during our scouting, we discovered a tribe of discolored orcs matching the hue of the exiles. Except they are different from even them."
'Exiles… Ah, one of the Mercenary Choices is a Green Orc, I'm guessing that's what they refer as exiles. I need to know more about the Fel Empire.' The Player 9 thought to himself.
"Describe the differences," He demanded.
"Fat, untrained, primitive, rudimentary intellect. They carry the small skulls as accessories from some unknown creature. Their weapons are stone and wood, unlike our well-crafted steel and arcanite."
"Hmm, communications did not go far did they?"
"No, Warchief, they spoke only in a language that does not match any orcish dialect and attempted to slay us upon contact. We lost two warriors but managed to destroy the small tribe completely."
"May their ancestors watch over them," Grom offered his condolences.
"And the spirits guide them," the Captain nodded in agreement.
The Fel Warchief took a breath of the fresh air that breezed in this new world, "Are there any other of these false Orc camps?"
"Yes, we pinpointed a few locations marked on the map we drew." The Captain stated, giving the map to the King.
He opened the map, arching an eyebrow at the unfamiliar terrain that did not match the Warcraft map's own. A few red crossed indicated nearby tribes that could pose a problem if not dealt with. These weren't tribes like Native Americans, these were monsters akin to gnolls and quilboar.
He looked to Kogkar, "Prepare our military forces, if we are to live in this new land we need to rid ourselves of possible threats."
"Right away!"
I can't believe I'm doing this…" A lone figure, cloaked in a green-hued hood carrying a quiver attached with a leather strap across her breast and a long bow gripped in her left hand, walked through the white covered ground.
The Dragon Catcher's feet stepped through the foot tall snow, as the ice crystals slowly fell from the sky to the ground below. Rosina's, Player 7, breath became frosted in the cold temperatures as he made her way to the village's entrance.
"Well, it's only just snow hitting temperatures most likely, and there is no wind thank God…" She said to herself as she stopped herself short of leaving the village of the family that saved her life from being a popsicle.
Rosina drew an arrow, placing its nock against the bow string.
'Now to await their arrival,' She thought to herself.
After much discussions and gathering of information from her savers and villagers themselves, she had agreed to help them. A band of nobles came again and again, harassing them, anymore and the village is likely to not survive any much longer. The initial plan thought out would be to convince the so-called nobles to abandon their harassment of the village.
But not all plans survive the first contact, if diplomacy fails, she must be able to fight them into submission. Rosina could only hope she didn't accidentally kill anyone, who knows the differences between a Warcraft 3 Hero and a Mage of Albion?
To pass the time, the Dragon Catcher player examined her current inventory.
Rosina had Glacion's Bow, a level one specialty item for being a Dragon Catcher. She also had three flasks filled with green liquid attached to her waist, these were Healing Potions.
Healing Potions are default Warcraft 3 items, they would heal 250 Health Points in the instant of usage. In Life of a Dragon Sequel, they have 3 Charges, which most likely had converted into three separate potions upon entering this world.
She also knew there was a metaphysical cooldown before another can be used again.
Five minutes…
Ten…
Around the twenty minute mark, it appeared as if they would not come today.
Rosina began to doubt and made her turn back towards the houses, only to discover the villagers heading into their households, almost rushing.
"You dare stand in our path, commoner?" A voice came from behind her.
She did not turn, fingers twitching as her heart began to pump, something was wrong, why did she feel the need to attack them?
'Calm… Calm…' She thought, letting herself loose a bit.
"Commoner, did you not hear us?" A female voice this time said, "Turn around so that we may see your petty face!"
She turned, blue eyes staring into a group of half a dozen nobles.
Rosina took a deep breath through her nose, before saying, "Am I safe to assume it is you that come to this village only to harass its residents and steal their property?"
"Steal, you dare accuse us of theft? We do nothing of the sort except collect tribute," A noble man replied with a hearty laugh.
"You are taking their livelihood, any more and the village will meet its demise."
A noble raised a wand carelessly in his hand, making her bow hand shift under the cloak. She had used her cloak to hide the weapon from the sight of the aristocrats.
"Why should we care? They are commoners, we are nobles, with magic granted by the Founder Brimir. It's in our right." The same man replied, apparently the leader of the group.
"Have you no empathy for your fellow man?" The Dragon Catcher said, barely keeping her emotions in check. "Are you nothing by thieving bandits?"
"How dare you accuse us of such insolence, commoner! You should know your place!" One of the women harshly said as she raised her hand and began muttering a spell out loud.
Rosina's cloak was brushed out of the was as her bow was brought into view, the arrow she had in hand nocked into its string as her eyes took aim, wind speed, velocity, and direction all calculated in her mind at lightning speed.
Mana poured outward, the arrowhead burst into a dark blue glow as magical particles surrounded it likened to the same-colored glowing snow crystals.
The Dragon Catcher pulled the string and let it loose.
This all occurred in the spawn of two seconds.
The arrow flew across the snow with great speed, unhindered by climate or weather, he met its target's wand hand, stabbing through the palm and letting blood flow, its magical effect taking over and causing a chilling effect to traveling along the entire mage's body.
"In-In-po-possible!" She chattered out as her entire body was slow and cold.
"What, she's a mage!?" One of the nobles cried out.
"No, I'm not a mage, but I'm not also not a commoner… I'm a Hero, and you've trespassed on the good folk of this village for too long," Rosina said simply them.
"Get her!" A the nobleman said as they all began channeling their inner willpower.
Another arrow already nocked in her bow, she fired two of them at the mages, the effect taking control as they stuttered and stopped their spells in a futile effort to warm themselves out of self-preservation.
"Wind Gale!"
A blast of wind shot forth from a wand, Rosina ran to the left, her speed unaffected by the snow despite its foot deep height, after all, snow was in Warcraft as well, and even then units were unaffected by its being there.
The Wind Gale spell smashed against the side of a house, tearing apart its wooden construct but thankfully it remained standing.
Rosina drew yet another arrow, halting herself into a standing position as she pulled back on the string and let it go soaring. The Frost Arrow landed its mark, disabling another noble.
'Three left,' She thought to herself.
She looked at two other mages, and quickly placed her bow protectively in front of herself as two fireballs impacted against her body. The magical spells dispersed into flames that quickly died out as she was rolled against the snow, multiple patterns decorated into the white snow.
The Dragon Knight pushed herself back up quickly, the magic had hurt, but she felt fine enough to stand still.
"That's it?" The Catcher said as she stood back up, barely worse to wear.
'That hurt, I best to avoid spellcraft. I probably survived well enough as I did because I'm a Warcraft III hero; being level five helps too.'
She continued her attack before the mages could recover from the shock their spell had, in their opinion, little effect.
Six seconds later, all six nobles were down for the count, not dead, but out cold… Literally.
Rosina tied them up together with the help of the local villagers, their wands striped from their persons to prevent magic and kept in a safe location away from them.
"I can't thank you enough, Rosina," Jacob said, being what appeared to be the village leader.
"It's no problem, Jacob. I only hope you let me stay here a little while longer, I'll help out in any way I can until I'm ready to head off," Rosina replied.
"Of course, now, let's take these nobles to the makeshift prison at the stables."
For all intents and purposes, being a Mercenary had its quirks. One such quirk happened to be a great sense of freedom tied to your profession. Sure Elizabeth would most certainly prefer working with the Human Kingdom, especially since she knew one of the Players happens to control it, but she has the choice not too.
It had taken a little convincing, especially after the discovery of so much information concerning this new land of Halkeginia from its native residents.
The first thing she did was explore the newly expanded town of Arcantis, possible for any sort of possible stores and shops. However, only one store had items of use to a Warcraft Hero and that was the Arcantis Scrolls Shop.
They were expensive, single-use, but possibly very powerful if used in conjunction with certain conditions such as having a army. However they were not what she was looking for, and so Elizabeth made her way to the River Port, and took the first ship towards the biggest Human Kingdom settlement known as Desert City.
It had taken a few hours on boat to arrive, unlike the instantaneous travel in Warcraft 3. It shown once again the changes between the map's gameplay and the transition into this world of reality.
Elizabeth Loyal, also known as Player 10, arrived in the ship port of Desert City around the time the sun was lowering over the horizon.
Desert City had certainly expanded, it was the 2nd largest city in the game, and it certainly represented that fact now. While it didn't have the sheer size of modern day cities of Earth, it certainly was an impressive sight for the technological limitations for the time period it's set in.
It was saturated in between a large Desert and what was suppose to be the Elven Forest, however the latter now was replaced by fertile grassland that already had farmers trying to take advantage. With also having a largest and only river in the game next to it, it was a very suitable location for a city to be in.
With the transition, it was hard to figure out what exactly version 2.0 of Life of a Dragon Sequel had changed in the city since it itself had expanded massively with the conversion into reality. The Mercenary Player had walked through the city, attempting to gain familiarity with it before giving up entirely and asking for directions to the 'Human Shop'.
It only got her a confused stare.
Apparently the shop names had been altered in the newest version, but after a little digging she found it had had simply been renamed as the 'General Store'. She also had suspicions that the newly named 'Desert City's Store of Reclaimed Items' was the old 'Super Human Shop' rebranded.
The Human Shop was the locations of Tomes, Potions, and Weapon Upgrades.
The Super Human Shop however held very expensive powerful items, almost game breaking in the old versions if not for some much needed depowering which it had undergone now.
*Ding Ding*
"Welcome to the General Store, a place that offers consumables of all varieties. Have a weapon that needs upgrading? Then by all means, talk to our blacksmith enchanter." The shopkeeper stated as Elizabeth entered the previous named human shop.
"I'm searching to enhance my equipment to a higher quality. Where can I find your blacksmith?" The Sorceresses Hero questioned.
"You can find him just through that door there, it leads to the forge."
"I thank you," She said in reply, stepping through the store before entering the forge. The scent of burning charcoal filled her senses, a warmth from the enclosed flame filling the room while a man hammered on an anvil in the creation of a sword.
The Blacksmith looked up, his face cleanly shaved, before paying attention back to his work. "I do not do magic trinkets, ma'dam. You can find such artifacts elsewhere in the city. I merely dabble in upgrading weaponry and equipment to a higher level."
Elizabeth closed the door behind her, "I did not come for reagents or the such, I've got equipment that needs your skill and the currency ready to pay for it."
"You do not look like a Hero that uses a weapon," He stated, she knew the NPC was referring to as a Warcraft Hero type.
"I have Mercenary Equipment," She answered.
He lay his hammer at a table, and let the sword enter a tub of water, steam rising, "Ah, I do have experience in that, if it's classified as level one, that will be five hundred gold pieces. As for a level two, that would be a thousand." The smith said, raising a hand and showing his fingers in a expression.
"It is only of the first level," She replied, dropping the Mercenary Equipment Level 1 item before him.
Mercenary Equipment was a speciality item, like the Slayer's Sword to the Dragon Slayer and Glacion's Bow to the Dragon Catcher. All of those items can be upgraded to a maximum of level 3.
Mercenary Equipment increases all stats by certain parameters as well as armor rating, having a higher level would upgrade the item's passive abilities.
She imagined the coins appearing as a pouch, and felt the metaphysical number of the gold she had in total drop by 500. A small pouch appeared in her hand with the weight tied to it.
The blacksmith grasped it, he opened it up and it was like he could instantly tell the number within. "Alright then, I'll get to work."
She nodded, 'Afterward I was begin what I set out to do, trying to find what happened to the Elven Forest and the location of the Dragon Knight City.'
Blood sprayed across the dirt, metal against metal clashing in loud echoes, the war cries yelling throughout the air, the sound of the strange beasts roaring, this is the location and event the Dragon Slayer found himself in.
Celdrahil's blade struck diagonally, meeting against the stone body of his opponent. His tight grasp on his shield blocked the incoming rock from tearing apart his body, not that it would considering he's decked in armor stronger than steel and a body stronger than any average human due its very nature of a Warcraft 3 Hero.
He ignored the cries around him, the peasants trying their best to have a sort of order to combat the stone golems.
But Player 6, Celdrahil, knew that tactics such as the one deployed will only work so far against Creeps from Life of a Dragon Sequel. After all, the monsters were straight forward impervious to the feeling of pain, magic had a reduced effect against them, and they had an annoying spell of their own.
A rock covered in lightning smashed into the Player, stunning him for a precious two seconds in which the stone golem smashed it's fist against him and sent him tumbling.
He recovered quickly, reaching for his mana, he cast the Hero Ability called Shadow Strike.
A black projectile covered in a small line of green haze launched out his outstretched hand, impacting on the golem and causing a shadow to be overcast it's form and parts of its body to break down.
Shadow Strike was a Hero Ability that struck a target for initial damage and then caused more damage over a duration of time.
He got up, the Dragon Slayer rushing forward with sword and shield to bear. His firm grip holding on the blade's hilt as he brought it in a horizontal strike against the creature's body.
It crumbled and fell into normal boulders.
"Hah… Hah… Hah…" Celdrahil took in deep breaths, his attention turning to the other two golems the villagers were desperately trying to hold off.
A golden glow surrounded him.
Level 7.
He grinned.
"Damage Aura," he said to himself. a orange light with two orbs appeared over his head before encircling him as they lowered to the origin of his feet.
Around him, the villagers cried out in surprise as their weapons were now tinted with a glowing thin line of that same color of orange.
Damage Aura, it speaks for itself, it's a passive aura that boost his and nearby allies' damage output. But in this world, it seems to enhance the weaponry instead, allowing the tools, blades, axes, and such to cause more injury upon their target foe.
"Your weapons are enhanced by magic, now strike true at your foes! These golems will be brought down!" Celdrahil yelled.
The villagers yelled their battle cries as they and the Dragon Slayer charged at the invading stone golems, weapons to bear as they struck down upon the creeps with all their might.
He secretly grinned, all according to plan.
"Wake up… Your time has not yet ended, Chosen Dragon."
"Grah…" The sound of a hatchling in pain echoed in his own ears as Alex Storm struggled to wake himself up, surely the pain must've been- Huh, there's no pain.
"The sun shines bright this day, hatchling, stand once more and embrace the warmth it gives freely."
The Chosen Dragon, Player 2, opened his eyes to see that he lay on top of a strange pile of hay that continuously rejuvenated him, healing his wounds and restoring his mana within him.
"The Healing Hay…" He said in draconic.
"Correct, hatchling, a construct that can only be built by Purple Dragons tasked to each Dragon Nest."
Alex turned his head to see a huge, one-story, bronze dragon.
"Do not be alarmed, hatchling, we are your kindred. Your injuries and wounds have been healed from the battle against those foreign elven-like creatures. Such arrogant beings make our true Elven allies look bad, but such in the way of mortals."
"Who are you?" Alex questioned the Bronze Dragon before him.
"I'm Tyronodis, a Young Adult Bronze Dragon just reaching the point where I shall be confirmed as a Full Adult. The Purple Dragon stationed here is on currently helping some of my flight with some issues."
The Player 2 vaguely recalled that a Young Adult qualifies as a teenager, as a Full Adult is a fully grown dragon.
"But aren't you?"
"A normal bronze dragon? Yes, that does not mean, however, that we can't go through the Growth process like you, Chosen Dragon."
The hatching presses two paws against his head in an attempt to sooth the ongoing migraine.
"Please just call me Alex, now you mentioned elves right? You referring to those overpowered elves back in the desert?"
The Bronze Dragon hummed in acknowledgment, "A mortal name… Very well. I'm indeed speaking of those false elves, the creatures that use the spirits of the world against other living beings. Such disrespect is a mockery of the natural world."
Tyronodis growled in anger, teeth baring as small arcs of electricity escape his jaws. "And they dare to strike against a Chosen Dragon, also a hatchling at that! Such cruel creatures make me one to bring the lightning and winds of above upon them!"
'Oh yeah, Bronze Dragons of Sequel are Lightning and Air elemental,' Alex Rune reminded himself.
The Young Adult NPC calmed himself, "Regardless, the Grandfather wanted to speak with you once you awakened. Just head a bit higher up and you'll see him soon."
Alex recalled that he was on a Desert Mountaintop, the Bronze Dragons sure love their heights. It also provided a formidable defensive location against invaders. He glanced upward, finding only a slight more elevation that could easily be climbed.
"Thanks," Alex replied as he got up on all four and began to walk, it had to learn fast while being chased by those Elves, his instincts took over and practically drilled him all his movements at a moment's time. Thank goodness too otherwise he would've been chopped reptile.
His wings brought him hovering over the air only by a foot or two, the dry dirt beneath swept into the wind and causing minor dust clouds for a brief moment. Once Alex managed to get up, he made his way towards the location of the Grandfather Bronze Dragon.
Each Dragon Nest, with the exception of Blue and Black Dragons, had a Leader. Bronze was the Grandfather, Red was the Father, Green had the Mother, and Nether had Black's Uncle.
Purple Dragons didn't have a Nest nor Leader, they were protectors of the Healing Hays of each Nest.
Alex finished climbing only to have his jaw comically drop.
Grandfather was mind boggling huge!
Heck, he's as large as an entire Mansion back on Earth!
The Grandfather Bronze Dragon looked down on to his meager small figure.
"I'm afraid we will have to converse later, little one, the elven creatures that attacked you once will likely to attack once now that they know of our presence. We must prepare ourselves."
Current Status:
Chosen Dragon Player 1: Saito Hiraga - Alive - Dragonet (Agility) Level 5
Chosen Dragon Player 2: Alex Storm - Alive - Hatchling (Strength) Level 2
Chosen Dragon Player 3: Asuna Godiva - Alive - Hatchling (Unknown) Level 1
Chosen Dragon Player 4: Artos Archway - Alive - Dragonet (Agility) Level 7
Chosen Dragon Player 5: Cora Rune - Alive- Hatchling (Intelligence) Level 4
Dragon Slayer Player 6: Celdrahil - Alive - Slayer Level 7
Dragon Catcher Player 7: Rosina - Alive - Catcher Level 8
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 2
Observer Map Maker: Map Maker - Alive - The World Editor