Sir Arceon
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DRAKONNAX CHRONICLES: WAKING NIGHTMARE "Not again." The leader of the Wyvern Riders, Duke Daestis, flew by on that monstrous Nightmare Wyvern of his. Gripping the Runeblade of Auraxos, I scowled under my mask. The venomous dragon landed ever so gently in front of me, its master chuckling. "So, you are the so-called 'Dracomancer Supreme,' eh?" "What's it to you, you impudent waste of a dracomancer?" He lept down. It was all I could do to keep myself from giving him a Runic Blast attack smack in that smug face of his. "I've heard of your talents, and I have a proposition to make." I wanted to kill him. Truly, I did. But I wasn't about to endanger my Good alignment just yet. "What is it?" He walked forward calmly. Obviously he had no idea of what the massive, glowing blade in my hand was capable of. "My Nightmare Wyvern has been a bit on edge lately. Fix it... or die." That's it? He just wanted me to babysit his pet? There must have been more. "What's the catch?" "If you succeed... I'll teach you how to tame a Wyvern for yourself." OH, PUH-LEEZE! He had to be joking! As if I needed advice on how to tame a Wyvern! "Deal." I cautiously stepped towards the overgrown chicken. It looked at me with those red, beady eyes. I began to focus. Then, using a skill I developed, which I called dracopathy, I spoke to the great beast with my thoughts. "Tell me, o dark master of the skies, what troubles you?" The beast responded in a tone I did not exactly appreciate. "Oh, great. Another high-and-mighty jerk who wants me to eat some Dragonslayer. You honestly think I can digest dragonbane? You guys are MORONS!" "Hey! Who's the one using dracopathy, huh?" "Oh, is that what you call it? Because I call it ANNOYING." "Just listen , you overgrown, tar-feathered canary, I have to figure out what's wrong with you or that guy who was riding you's gonna kill me, got it?" "You wanna know what's wrong with me? I have some big-headed jerk on my back 24/7, that's what!" "The duke?" "Yeah, that's what he calls himself. The idiot snatched me out of my roost in Darkovia right when I was about to go to sleep! Ever since then, it's been 'Wyvern, fly here,' 'Wyvern, fly there,' 'No time for sleeping, Wyvern, we have to go kill a Dragonslayer and shatter the Order!' I'M SICK OF IT ALL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" I couldn't believe it. The Wyvern hated the duke too! This was too good to be true! "Well, I have a plan that could aid us both..." After communicating with the Wyvern for a few more minutes, the duke interrupted me. "Hey! You just going to sit there all day, or are you going to fix it?" I turned to him, grinning unseen under my helm. "Oh, I think I've got it." I lifted the Runeblade. "Warrior of the Runes, come to me!" The blade glowed. Before Daestis could gather his thoughts, the Paladin spirit materialized behind him and struck him down. "Finally, free of that jerk!" Then I turned to it. "You're free now. Might as well return to Darkovia." "Yyyeeeaaaahhhh... but, y'know what? You seem alright. Maybe I'll crash with you for a while." I couldn't believe it. The Wyvern had grown attatched to me that easily!? Man, I must've been a better dracomancer than I thought. "Sounds good." END
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