Post by Grundesdyg, Scourge of Dwarves on Apr 3, 2020 18:11:11 GMT -8
The dragon’s face twists into a toothy grin as he’s given authority to dispose of anyone taking from his stash. “Good,” he rumbles with a prolonged hiss. “Then there will be no problems. Only fools would try to steal from me, this agreement will ensure that even they will think twice.” Lest they get burnt to a crisp and any trace of them having being there scattered to the wind.
“I will share my wisdom and knowledge,” the dragon agrees. “But your people may not hear that what they wish to hear. Your history only goes to the end times, a century ago. I have lived twice that, and my forefathers who’s memories I hold go back millennia. I know of patterns and events that may make mortal blood run cold.” Then he grins again. “Or my knowledge will bring solace. I am not one to mince words, little Finch, nor am I one to lie. Only time till tell what your little empire will do with such information.”
To go toe-to-toe with a dragon, particularly this dragon, would be a mistake Finch would only make once. His size, several times the size of her, raw strength, and almost impervious scales would make short work of a human and her griffin. Thankfully, the dragon has made it clear he doesn’t care for a fight, so that is unlikely to happen.
“I?” the dragon asks, considering it. “I have no enemies, but I am the enemy to many.” He lifts his head in thought, then gestures to the hall around them. “The dwarves that once occupied this range, if they still live, would consider me a mortal enemy. I hold no grudge against them, for my revenge is complete. They attacked me, I took their home and gold. I have no desire to wipe them from this tired world. Other dragons would consider me an enemy for my gold, but none know I am here.” His massive head lowers to meet Finch’s. “But I have no enemies. I will fight those I wish to fight, on request, or on payment. Wars are tedious, however, I have seen far too many and they do very little to change the world. Pointless.”
His eyes narrow once more. “But if anyone is to threaten my hoard, I will do what is necessary to protect it.”
“I will share my wisdom and knowledge,” the dragon agrees. “But your people may not hear that what they wish to hear. Your history only goes to the end times, a century ago. I have lived twice that, and my forefathers who’s memories I hold go back millennia. I know of patterns and events that may make mortal blood run cold.” Then he grins again. “Or my knowledge will bring solace. I am not one to mince words, little Finch, nor am I one to lie. Only time till tell what your little empire will do with such information.”
To go toe-to-toe with a dragon, particularly this dragon, would be a mistake Finch would only make once. His size, several times the size of her, raw strength, and almost impervious scales would make short work of a human and her griffin. Thankfully, the dragon has made it clear he doesn’t care for a fight, so that is unlikely to happen.
“I?” the dragon asks, considering it. “I have no enemies, but I am the enemy to many.” He lifts his head in thought, then gestures to the hall around them. “The dwarves that once occupied this range, if they still live, would consider me a mortal enemy. I hold no grudge against them, for my revenge is complete. They attacked me, I took their home and gold. I have no desire to wipe them from this tired world. Other dragons would consider me an enemy for my gold, but none know I am here.” His massive head lowers to meet Finch’s. “But I have no enemies. I will fight those I wish to fight, on request, or on payment. Wars are tedious, however, I have seen far too many and they do very little to change the world. Pointless.”
His eyes narrow once more. “But if anyone is to threaten my hoard, I will do what is necessary to protect it.”