Dissonance
Aug 7, 2020 2:52:59 GMT -5
Post by Haelys Celtaris on Aug 7, 2020 2:52:59 GMT -5
Something happened. Not the kind of random, silly, unexpected circumstances that Whazzit was known for. Something bigger.
The wild Gold Dragon sitting atop Mount Gnerq had been there for weeks, presumably guarding eggs, though nobody could get close enough to confirm this. A girl had been severely injured after visiting the mountain and getting too close. She was still unconscious and nobody knew if she would make it.
Protective mothers came as no surprise. But this was a recipe prime for disaster: a wild Dragon with no humanoid or other family to defend her intentions, an innocent child harmed and possibly killed, and a greedy queen of a distant land who chose fight over flight.
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4 days ago...
In one of the darker, sketchier taverns in Whazzit, three women met. All different species, all from different worlds, but all with different shades of eerily silver hair. The entirety of their conversation could not be heard. However, nearby patrons may have picked up on pieces of the encounter.
"I'll do it if the price is right. My job is to slay monsters. A Dragon doesn't scare me, even if it's on some other world." A serious-looking Witcher spoke rather apathetically to Haelys, golden eyes looking her up and down.
The other stranger had more fire in her light silver eyes and lips that pulled a little wider than a normal human mouth would.
"If it's terrorizing the village, then it must go." The Claymore spoke with intent. The truth had, at this point, been twisted.
"We must wait until the second Dragon leaves. One at a time is our best chance. We've been tracking its movements."
A large pouch was slid to both the Witcher and the Claymore. They parted ways.
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Chatter of an organized movement against the child-killing Dragon had cropped up in every nook and cranny of the weyrd. On this particular day, the Bronze mate had obligations with his Bond and left the Gold with their clutch on one of the higher peaks of Mount Gnerq. The amount of humanoids and shinies gathered to march towards the mountain was impressive. Some charged with fear, others out of interest or a taste for chaos. Many, however, had been convinced by twisted truths and manipulation, for the queen was not shy in sharing her passionate and self-serving opinions. And, like all fascinating stories, it spread like wildfire.
There were a few others scattered near the base on the mountain, urging those who approached to turn back. Some feared the violence that would erupt, others attempted to defend the Gold they did not personally know. But those that were attempting to halt this clash that was ramping up were much fewer in number compared to those that paraded forward with threatening purpose.
At the front line: A Witcher with a nasty scar across her face, golden eyes, potions along her belt, and two swords. A Claymore with light silver eyes that were beginning to swirl with gold, teeth that slowly morphed into fangs in her mouth, and a very large sword on her hip. Haelys atop the back of a large and scarred-up Sargtlin Kal'daka, wearing white pants, hair wrapped in a large bun, and her tetsubo strung along her back.
The tension in the air was stifling. Seeing the vague figures of all who approached, the wild Gold let out a roar that shook the earth beneath her.
The wild Gold Dragon sitting atop Mount Gnerq had been there for weeks, presumably guarding eggs, though nobody could get close enough to confirm this. A girl had been severely injured after visiting the mountain and getting too close. She was still unconscious and nobody knew if she would make it.
Protective mothers came as no surprise. But this was a recipe prime for disaster: a wild Dragon with no humanoid or other family to defend her intentions, an innocent child harmed and possibly killed, and a greedy queen of a distant land who chose fight over flight.
---
4 days ago...
In one of the darker, sketchier taverns in Whazzit, three women met. All different species, all from different worlds, but all with different shades of eerily silver hair. The entirety of their conversation could not be heard. However, nearby patrons may have picked up on pieces of the encounter.
"I'll do it if the price is right. My job is to slay monsters. A Dragon doesn't scare me, even if it's on some other world." A serious-looking Witcher spoke rather apathetically to Haelys, golden eyes looking her up and down.
The other stranger had more fire in her light silver eyes and lips that pulled a little wider than a normal human mouth would.
"If it's terrorizing the village, then it must go." The Claymore spoke with intent. The truth had, at this point, been twisted.
"We must wait until the second Dragon leaves. One at a time is our best chance. We've been tracking its movements."
A large pouch was slid to both the Witcher and the Claymore. They parted ways.
---
Chatter of an organized movement against the child-killing Dragon had cropped up in every nook and cranny of the weyrd. On this particular day, the Bronze mate had obligations with his Bond and left the Gold with their clutch on one of the higher peaks of Mount Gnerq. The amount of humanoids and shinies gathered to march towards the mountain was impressive. Some charged with fear, others out of interest or a taste for chaos. Many, however, had been convinced by twisted truths and manipulation, for the queen was not shy in sharing her passionate and self-serving opinions. And, like all fascinating stories, it spread like wildfire.
There were a few others scattered near the base on the mountain, urging those who approached to turn back. Some feared the violence that would erupt, others attempted to defend the Gold they did not personally know. But those that were attempting to halt this clash that was ramping up were much fewer in number compared to those that paraded forward with threatening purpose.
At the front line: A Witcher with a nasty scar across her face, golden eyes, potions along her belt, and two swords. A Claymore with light silver eyes that were beginning to swirl with gold, teeth that slowly morphed into fangs in her mouth, and a very large sword on her hip. Haelys atop the back of a large and scarred-up Sargtlin Kal'daka, wearing white pants, hair wrapped in a large bun, and her tetsubo strung along her back.
The tension in the air was stifling. Seeing the vague figures of all who approached, the wild Gold let out a roar that shook the earth beneath her.