Legends of Belariath

Archaon Ebonscale

The Dragon, The Elf, And The Prize

It was not long ago now, that I had been gaining much progress in the ways of magic, as my masters had wished me to do as well as observing this world. I had taken a trip to the great tower of magic, Unigo, to buy a couple scrolls from which to study and even further my power in the future..when I had met a high elf of predominant power and high stature within the tower by the name of Lyirae. At the time of the meeting, the high elf appeared to have been reading and studying the elemental magics during her peace, and we conversed for quite some time together...until she began to release the tensions that lay within my muscles... oh what a feeling it was to be pampered in such a manner, but as I was relaxing into the massage..she had slipped a spell upon me, numbing my thoughts into a euphoric state..unable to speak coherant words or even think properly. What ensued then I could barely remember other than the ecstatic pleasures and pains that the high elf had put upon me by touch alone...and myself pleasuring myself in front of the lady as she coaxed me on. It was then that I had learned her true motive...being the creation of the mighty dragons of old that slumber eternally, she wished that I would procure items of signifigance from my masters...and such would not come with a high price...so in turn she would offer me what most would never dream of having from her...the chance to fully pleasure her. I had agreed, even if it meant that my masters would look down upon me for such a thing..though I would sincerely hope they would not condemn me for doing such as I had cunning ideas to fulfill this without retribution.

It has been days now since the promise that I would bring such items back to the high elf mage..and I set out in secret during the night to search for the items in question...travelling many miles at a time into the wilderness away from the world of Nanthalion and the Lonely Inn. To the South, not far from civilization, a small group of goblins were seen about a large corpse that I could barely recognize as one of my long lived masters they had slain to my surprise as they had with them, a large ogre donned in heavy equipment, perhaps he was the one that had killed my master..but it would matter not..they had slain the beautiful being of power and wisdom, and thus, they shall pay. I had taken refuge not far from their small encampment, spying in secrecy upon them as I watched in horror, they were mutilating the lifeless master only for their base sustenence...the anger I felt, such rage for what they had done..I could not stand it any longer. From the darkness I had began to wield my mystic power..first taking aim at the mindless ogre that was lying in slumber after feasting upon my master..only to blast the wretched monstrosity's head from his shoulders with my strongest firebolt...the carcass flopped and burned before my eyes, and sadistically I laughed. The goblins, in a panic, began to scramble..searching for me, the source of the ogre's hapless and much deserved death. Pitiful weaklings!my voice echoed in the night at those goblins running around the camp in fear. One by one, systematically eliminating the goblins from the night camoflague as they would fall..holes burned through their chests, immolated from the flames of my magic. I stepped forward into the light of their campfire..my eyes gazing upon my now dead and mutilated master with sorrow in my heart..those wretched things deserved their death for this crime..then from the darkness..to my surprise, a goblin emerged, physically more powerful than the ones I had slaughtered in retribution. Dis be my camp whelp, yous dare ta kill dem, den yous dare ta fight meClearly by physical nature, I was no match for this particular goblin..thus I assumed he would be the leader of the small warband. By surprise, the goblin would charge me..hefting a large club in hand as it came crashing down towards me..but the prevaiant magical prowess within me prevailed, using the dimension door at the last possible moment to reappear behind the berserk goblin. Using all my strength, I summoned my strongest firebolt and shot it towards the goblin's back as he was dumbfounded to my location.. it struck true, but unlike the others that fell before me, this one only wailed in excrutiating pain and still lived..but highly burnt and much slower than he once shown. This was my prime opportunity..drawing my kopis, I charged the goblin, even knowing that I was severely outclassed physically, and swung the blade towards his head..but there was more to this goblin that met my eye, and to my amazement, the blow did nothing. He swung his club and knocked me to the right, brusing my rib cage with his shot..and took a couple moments to stand..only to see the goblin charging once more in a blind rage towards me. I could do nothing more than flinch at the last moment, which resulted in the impalement of the goblin upon my kopis..the foul stench of his ichor alone reeled in my nose..and I kicked the fool from my blade to the ground as he gasped for air, his eyes wide with surprise that such a thing happened. Drawing up my strength, I would end the goblin's life with a firebolt to his chest, seering him in pain before he would pass on as a lifeless husk of burnt flesh.

Exhausted and much in pain after that surprise battle, I moved to the body of my dead master. Frowning and desheveled of this most unfortunate of things, I paid my deepest respects to the slain master and asked for forgiveness in what I were to do for it was for the best to complete what I had to do. The running blood of my master was collected in a small vial, then sealed with a small cork..placed within a pouch that I carry at all times. Luckily without having to desecrate my own master's body..I had found a loose scale upon the ground before my feet, apparently the now fallen group had a tough time securing meat. I gathered this item up as well and placed it within the pouch as well..but the hardest thing was to come. I prayed to my masters not to condemn me for what I had to do..and drew my kopis one last time..striking down upon the taloned claw to retrieve a large talon. The skies above began to rumble from an incoming storm, which in my mind was not a good omen, as it had come coincidentally with striking upon my dead master's claw.. I began to feel as if I were doomed to the pool of souls and never to fulfill my destiny of ascending into the ranks of my masters. With the items now within my possession..I slowly returned back to the civilization of Nanthalion, and the Lonely Inn..covered from head to toe..in the long storm's rain that had come crashing down during the night..but in the truth of it all, I felt more avenged than condemned for destroying the ones that had killed my master.. sleep now, long forgotten slumber..and solace from the horrors of my trials.

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