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Three days had passed since the Underlord made his offer, two since the caster went to his Sovereign for help. Now it was the third day and the air was filled with the sounds of roars and battle cries. Chains rattled and spears whistled while the roiling army of thralls rallied to their king who sat atop a great black dragon, the first of it’s kind seen in the Darklands. Purple flames jetted from the creature’s maw, lighting the darklands as Gunmar wrapped his arms with the chains he’d managed to get around the winged titan’s jaws.
“Fight beast! Fight for your freedom!” Gunmar roared and pulled the chains as like reigns on a horse. The dragon tossed his head, roaring his flaming fury as hooks and chain-wrapped spears dug deep into obsidian scales. Jerking his head to the side, the winged beast turned his indigo gaze and surveyed the scene behind him.
Any more chains and he’d be grounded permanently!
Snarling, the dragon jerked his head against the chains and stretched his gargantuan wings. He flapped them, knocking away some of the hooks and spears as he did. Now poised for take-off, Bonely kicked off the ground, trying to gain some air with the first of many down drafts, but the added weight of the soldiers holding to the chains kept him from getting airborne. Once again he kicked off, but this time he managed to reach up and dig his claws into a higher ledge. A ground take off might not work with this extra weight, but that didn’t mean a ledge dive wouldn’t!
Once again, he turned his head, this time to gaze down at his rider with a single, indigo eye, before willfully tipping right off the sheer ledge of the cavern. Chains rattled and thralls howled as those who didn’t let go in time either clung for their lives or were sent spinning into the black cavern. A low, maniacal chuckle escaped the dragon as fewer and fewer trolls remained on his body.
“I WILL NOT YIELD!” He bellowed, his voice echoing as he dived deeper into the depths of the Darklands. With a snap of his wings, the dark scaled dragon pulled from his dive, banking to and fro as he soared up between the vast stone spires.
“I AM SOVEREIGN!”
Angling his wings deftly, the dragon began to spin. Chains swung wide as more gummgumms were shaken off, some bludgeoned against cliffs while others were lost when their hooks ave way. Soon the chains were empty and the spinning stopped, leaving only Gunmar the lone champion of the GummGumms to compete against the dragon’s might.
“I RULE THE GROUNDS!” The dragon continued, swooping under one of the upside-down bridges, sending its Goblins and Gummgumms scrambling among the crevices for cover.
“AND THE SKY!”
The two soared upwards, gaining speed with every down stroke as the eclipse shone high above them. For a moment, the world slowed, the dragon reaching the apex of his flight while his scales glistened with the pale, broken glow of the silver eclipse above. Then they entered another dive, and the light was gone, replaced by the speckled darkness of the darklands.
“You may be sovereign of the skies,” the underlord growled, tightening his grip on the chains, “but only I rule the Darklands!” With a roar, Gunmar took hold of one side of the chain’s and yanked, jerking the dragon’s head to one side and throwing him off rhythm.
With deafening, hissing, roar, the dragon let out a vast torrent of flame over his shoulder toward the offending chain as he fought for control of his head. Faster and faster they plummeted until a wide, bowl-shaped cavern caught the dragon’s attention. Straining his neck, the beast threw himself toward the opening of the bowl-bottomed cavern.
As he did, Gunmar watched as red hot chains began to stretch, to weaken, and he quickly braced himself against the remaining dark chains when—
CHANG!
The sound of breaking metal rang throughout the cave as the dragon won back his head and swung it back to the other side to snap at the loose end of his chains. Gunmar barely had time to let out a gasp before the dragon swung the chain in its teeth, dragging him from his seat and into the air below him. The underlord howled, clutching at the chain wrapped around his arm before another metallic snap rang out, and the old troll found himself tumbling across the bowed bottom of a dried lake cavern.
Gunmar gasped for breath, the terror of almost being lost to the darklands pounding in his veins, before he looked up to see the beast glide to the far end of the cavern where an enormous stalactite had fallen. But as the dragon descended, Gunmar saw a black mist trailing behind it, black scales vanishing like sand to reveal bright purple runes stretching along its dark hide.
Finally the winged titan landed behind the fallen stalactite, shaking off the chains as he turned to face Gunmar. Eyes and mouth still glowing with indigo fire, the dragon climbed onto the glistening stalactite, but as he did, his form began to shrink, his wings seemingly vanish in a cloak of black mist, until who should stand before Gunmar atop the stone pillar but Bonechard the Caster.
Head held high, the caster’s eyes and rune etchings glowed as if still lit by dragon fire. Taking a deep breath, Bonely looked down and addressed the Underlord.
“Hear me Gunmar,” he called, lip curling as he bared his teeth. “I am not yer surf or servant. I am Bonechard the Caster, Sovereign Troll a’ Bel’Terum, and I WILL NOT Surrender my Sovereignty teh you or anyone else ever again!!”
With the fury of conviction, Bonely thrust his fist into the air and belted out a roar that made the cavern shake as his magic burned like indigo flames from his now shining runes. There he stood, standing defiantly before the darkland’s king, when the sound of hurrying armored footsteps began to echo down into the cave. Soon, a patrol of thralls had made it down into the cave and, with a glance back at Gunmar, Bonely retreated into the shadows, leaving the soldiers to their king.
His message had been sent. His answer given.
Stan Bonachard would bow to no king, not even the GummGumm King.
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I think if she intended to hurt Sturgeous she would have already done it by now, wouldn't you agree? He seems relatively safe in the Kiltar's company.
Now settled on a broad ledge in the darklands, the great dragon paced, claws digging into the dark volcanic stone.
"Yeh don't know that!" he bellowed, tossing his horns to relieve some of his anxiety. "Even worse, he's too young teh know she's DANGEROUS! D'yeh know how inter-generational wars are started? With the changin' the minds a' the young 'n' turnin' them against their elders. Don't think I don't know how those sort a' things play out!"
With a frustrated snarl, the great dragon lashed his tail against a cavern wall, gouging it with his purple crystals. After another snarl and a spit of flame, the dark scaled dragon huffed and seemed to settle slightly.
"Tch—I know she wouldn't hurt him on purpose. She's a mother. Even I wouldn't condone hurtin' someone else's kid. But Gunmar has 'n' I dunno if she's the kind teh return the favor..."
Is there a tiny Dreg staring at Dragon!Bonely with eyes the size of saucers? Yes, yes there is. And Porrtia’s mouth is open with a mixture of pure glee and confusion.
“Excuse me!” She calls. “Are you an Aham..a wish dragon?!”
Outside the Last City, a gigantic, glistening black dragon loafed, basking in the brilliant sunshine. His scales glistened like polished obsidian as he yawned, licking his angular face with a fat purple-black tongue before glancing down at the smallish calling up to him.
With a voice like rumbling thunder, Bonely chuckled and lowered his pointed nose to the little dreg. "Me? A wish dragon? Nah, I ain't a wish dragon," he replied and rested the point of his nose on the ground where she could reach it. "A sovereign dragon, sure, but I'm no wish dragons."
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Dragon! Bonely has a new weight hanging from one of his wings. Yuki's found him. and decided she's gonna fite him all on her own. though the farthest she got was clamping onto his wing with her tiny jaws. really she looks like a worm on a string hanging there.
Feeling a pinch on his wing, Bonely lifted the limb and stared at the tiny, bioluminescent thing dangling from its thick leather. If his eyebrows weren't made of angular horn, he might've raised them at the young dragon hound hanging and possibly growling from his half-folded wing.
"Yuki," he said with a low growl, twisting down so he could look at her nose-to-nose. "Get off my wing, please. Yer teeth ain't big enough teh do me damage. So just let go, a'right? I need that wing back."
Dragon Bonely? Make it so! M!A for... i dunno... three days to a week? mun's choice.
If there was one thing Bonely was grateful for, it was that the Greylim came while he was outdoors. With muscle and stone transforming into scales and power, the caster was flooded with the familiar flame of dominance, assertion, and confidence that bordered on arrogance.
Taking a deep breath, the great black-scaled dragon pulled back his thick neck, opened his wings wide, and let out a deep, bellowing roar that made even the mountains tremble.
Bonely had never worked more quickly in his life. He’d called together agents of Gunmar, specifically the a few of the more reliable Goblins and a changeling or two. With promises for the Goblins of receiving his rations for the next three days, and a few magic secrets for the Changelings, Bonely was able to barter for specific supplies that he took straight to his cavernous dwell. For three days the troll refused to eat, fasting as he etched runes into the medium sized salt blocks and large white quartz crystals that had been delivered to him.
Following the clerical traditions of his mother’s line, Bonely went to work arranging them in such a way as to make a kind of alter out of them. With the white quartz, he made a base and basin, carving it out with utmost haste and care. He then finished the basin by placing the rune-inscribed salt stones as its rim. With the alter completed, knelt down, bowing his head as he rested his right hand claws on the basin.
“Oh Lord, Great Sovereign, who dwells on high, I come as thy son and servant to thank thee fer the gracious time I’ve been given ‘n’ fer the opportunity and means teh build an alter unteh yeh. I ask in humility fer thee teh bless this alter, that I might commune with thee ‘n’ thy oracles that I might know what I should do in these troubled times. This I ask humbly in thy name, Amen.”
With the opening prayer said, Bonely let out a sigh. He could swear his shoulders felt lighter but that could also be lightheadedness from only having water for the last three days. Still, he rose to his feet and took up the gallons of fresh spring water, pouring each one into the basin as he sang his Vansian hymn.
“Oh, Signore sopra, il tuo trono è nelle nuvole e il tuo potere regna per sempre.
“Oh, Signore sopra, benedici il tuo servo con la tua luce e guida il male dal mio cuore.
“Lascia che io, o Signore, la mia magia sia pura e che il tuo amore e la tua luce possano splendere attraverso di me e illuminare la via prima di me.
“Tutto bene e gloria a te, oh, Signore, Grande Sovrano. Gloria a te!”
His voice wasn’t harsh but soft, smooth and gentle as the waters he poured into the basin. But with every word, every note, the runes on the basin began to glow, their power strengthening as he sang until his hymn had ended and the basin was filled. Once again he knelt before the basin and rested his claws on its edge and the tips of his horns against the quartz base as he closed his eyes in prayer.
“Oh Lord, Great Sovereign, who dwells on high, I come before thee and thy alter to ask thy guidance. Lord, my choices and short-fallings have brought me into a place of shadow and lowliness. I have become master of the demon thrust on me, but as soon as I have mastered it, another has come. The tribe here has known suffering and hunger but their chief, their king, has offered me a place among them. His price is steep, oh Lord, for never have you asked for my sovereign will as he has. But in my need I am an hungered and need of kin and a line to call my own. Yet my needs are unmet and he endeavors to fill them.—
“Shall I then, oh Lord, sacrifice my sovereignty that I might be filled? That my needs might be satisfied and my family line secure? Lord, Sovereign on high, I ask for thy help in this matter, for it weighs upon me such as only the evils of my father have. For thy help and guidance in this matter I ask thee, Oh Sovereign, in thy precious name, Amen.”
By the end of his pleading Bonely was out of breath and opted to lean his horns against the belly of the basin. He waited, still kneeling, for anything—a sight, a sound, a hum of the faintest clerical magic. For a minute or to he remained there, the burden on his conscience growing as he felt the darkness of the Darklands creeping into his den again. But as he almost considered letting go of his hope of being answered, he felt something splash against his claws. Startled, the troll looked up and pulled himself to his feet.
A bright white glow emanated from the runes and basin waters, as if a light bulb had lit up in the quartz beneath it. The clear water trembled as if troubled by an unseen current, causing beautiful reflections of light to dance across the troll’s face. Intrigued, Bonely gazed deep into the pool and, on impulse, moved to touch the rippling waters. But the moment his claw touched its surface, the indigo troll felt lightning shoot through his body, sending his marks blazing bright with white light. He let out a screech and staggered back, almost tumbling into the cave wall.
His sight blurred slightly as he felt the power of pure magic pulse through his body. It burned and pulsed, and he could feel it swelling almost to bursting within him. He let out a bellow, hoping it would alleviate the pressure but more began to build in its place. What was happening!? He moved to turn his gaze back to the alter whose waters continued to glow and steam. The troll didn’t get to see the sight and was instead startled by his head colliding with something else—something very, very hard.
