Somewhere in the cold mountains of Marcora, stood a dead city, Napia. In Napia no shops open to sell there wares. No horses pulled carts laden with the farmers harvest to be sold. No one lived here but Polan Dressak and the dead he used in his necromancy. How the dead hated him but had no choice but to follow his commands or feel the pain his magic afflicted on them. Yes the dead felt pain, everlasting pain if Polan desired it. Terrible pain there spirits felt, like bones being broken, and skin ripping. even on the dead with no bones or flesh to hurt. From those with out bodies, he stole ideas an secrets and made spies of there spirits. Those with fresh bodies, strong bodies he made work on his evil ideas.
“Those idiots,” Polan said to himself as he rode into the gates of Napia, guarded by dead guards. He ignored them as they shut the gates behind him. Polan stopped at his manor and handed his reins to the dead man waiting there. His ire was up and he knew he would torture a corpse tonight. Slamming the door he walked through the house to his study and tossed his bags on the table and sat down. How was he going to find he eggs? He knew no spell the would help and he couldn’t go to the cave. The King would be up now, maybe out looking for the spirit. He didn’t want a confrontation at this time, the King was powerful and not to be messed with. But now that he had the Dragon Spirit things would change. He could extract power from it. He got up from his chair when he heard a voice in his head.
[We are both dark.]Polan looked around. They was no one here but him and his dead. What is this? Is someone bold or mad enough to sneak into his city? Someone will die and be in horrible pain for years. Polan looked around daring someone to show themselves.
“ Who are you and where are you?” Polan said looking around finding no one. He didn’t understand how someone could get in with all his magical wards set around the city. Still he looked for an intruder.
[ We are meant to be dark.] The voice said, [ We are meant to be together.]
“ Show yourself.” Polan said, “ If we are meant to be together, show yourself to me.”
On the table Polan's bag began to shake. He walked over and opened the bag and took out the onyx. It vibrated in his hand.
[ I am Shadoe.] He heard in his head. [ We will be one.]
With that the egg broke open and fell to the floor leaving a baby dragonet in Polan's arms. He looked at it and felt the power in his hand. Yes he would have this dragon.
[ Then we will merge now.] The dragonet told him. Shadoe clawed at Polan's chest causing great pain. Polan screamed as the dragonet settled in and the change started. Polan ran for the door. He didn’t know what was happening and his chest and limbs burned as they began to stretch and become dragon like. He fell to the ground as his clothes ripped and fell off. Talons grew and his face lengthened and teeth grew long. Wings opened on his back and he flexed them. His eyes became glowing yellow orbs. Scales covered him now and his tail grew out. Then he turned black as night and roared.
[WE ARE ONE!!!!]
Shadoe reared up on his hind legs and roared again. He looked at his talons then got back on all four and walked to the lake to look at his reflection. He was now a large black dragon with a dark gray almost black chest. He had huge wings. Down his back stood plates two feet high. On his head he had two horns bending back three feet long.
[ Beautiful!!] He thought. [ And what power!!]
As a dragon he knew he could rip his way though walls and knock down trees. And he was most powerful at night or in the dark. No man or animal accept dragon would stand against him. The poison in his claws could kill in hours and his breath could age anything it touched until it crumbled and fell. Shadoe walked to a shadow on the side of his house and merged with it. He stepped out ten miles from his house. He could move through shadows sensing where he was as he moved. He stepped back in the shadow and came out back at the house.
[Yes.] He said. This is the power he sought. Now to try out the breath. Shadoe walked through his city until he found a two story building. He inhaled and then sent out a black flame. It covered the whole building to the roof. There was no heat from the blast, just a foul stench. When he was done he looked at the building. It had turned brown and it creaked with age. Then it fell, as the foundation crumbled in on itself. Shadoe smiled and went back to his house. There he concentrated and took on the form of Polan dressed in black leather pants a gray shirt and a black jacket with boots. Looking again at his hands, he realized his nails were black, they were still poisonous. But he still wanted more eggs. If he merged with them to he would be the greatest being on the planet. But how to find them? As a dragon , he knew he had to be close to them to sense them. Only The king could sense them from afar. Maybe if he killed the king he could take his place. Dragon knowledge, He needed more. He knew what every dragon knew but there had to be more. The king would have the knowledge he needed, or maybe the Spirit. He had to absorb its power. But how to drain it? He had to find all the dragon lore he could. Search his books and scrolls. Torture any corpse he could find with dragon knowledge. What he needed was a spy. Someone he could use to find the king. He had to be up and out by now looking for the Dragon Spirit. Polan walked out to his cemetery to find an old grave. One that the dead inside would be dust. He found one that was over two hundred years old. This one will do. Polan held out his hands as they began to glow. He concentrated on his spell and began.
LIFE TO DEATH PLEASURE AND PAIN
I CALL YOU UP YOUR KNOWLEDGE I GAIN
NOW COME TO ME YOU SPIRIT OF DUST
TO DO MY BIDDING
SO RISE YOU MUST
From the ground a glowing began to surround the grave. A spirit rose. It glared it Polan then spoke.
[How dare you wake me from my rest!!] It said. [You have no right to do this!!]
Polan reached out and ran his black claw across its hand. It howled in pain and tried to get away. But it couldn’t move. Polan held it in his power.
“ You are now my creature to command,” He said.
[ No!] It said. [ Never!!]
Polan reached out and clawed it again across its face. He smiles as the spirit screams out.
“ You will do as I say or you will feel this pain forever.” Polan told him. “ Are you ready to cooperate?”
[ Yes .] It said. [ I'll do as you say. Please stop!!]
" Now I have a job for you and if you complete it right and in good time." Polan said. "I'll free you to rest without anymore pain. But if you disappoint me. I'll play with you for years and years."
[ I will do what you want.] The Spirit said. [ What must I do?]
" Find the the Dragon King." Polan command. " I'll cast a spell on you so you will be able to tell him apart from others. ." Polan suggested, “ There was a problem at Cressca's temple. That might be him, look there first.”
[I will find him.] Said the spirit.
“ Master.’ Polan smiled as he touched the spirit again and caused him agony. “ Call me master.”
[ Yes master.] He whimpered.
“ Now Go!!” Polan said. “ Find him.”
Off the spirit flew to find his query. He was glad to be away from that damn necromancer. The pain his touch caused was beyond belief, In life he had never felt such pain. As he flew he tried to remember who he was. It had been two hundred years since he had a name. His name was Magnes, friends called him Mags. He remembered. And he too knew something of magic. Most of which he knew would be useless to him now. But to locate the Dragon King, that might be possible. He’d known dragons in his life, maybe he had known this one. Mags let himself drift and concentrated on his mission. Dragons give off a certain type of energy, that Mags knew. He cast out his senses to locate the energy. He didn’t feel it anywhere near , so he sent his mind out further. Then he felt something out near a village a day or two away. This had to be the one he searched for. So off he flew to find the Dragon king and get his freedom.
[We are both dark.]Polan looked around. They was no one here but him and his dead. What is this? Is someone bold or mad enough to sneak into his city? Someone will die and be in horrible pain for years. Polan looked around daring someone to show themselves.
“ Who are you and where are you?” Polan said looking around finding no one. He didn’t understand how someone could get in with all his magical wards set around the city. Still he looked for an intruder.
[ We are meant to be dark.] The voice said, [ We are meant to be together.]
“ Show yourself.” Polan said, “ If we are meant to be together, show yourself to me.”
On the table Polan's bag began to shake. He walked over and opened the bag and took out the onyx. It vibrated in his hand.
[ I am Shadoe.] He heard in his head. [ We will be one.]
With that the egg broke open and fell to the floor leaving a baby dragonet in Polan's arms. He looked at it and felt the power in his hand. Yes he would have this dragon.
[ Then we will merge now.] The dragonet told him. Shadoe clawed at Polan's chest causing great pain. Polan screamed as the dragonet settled in and the change started. Polan ran for the door. He didn’t know what was happening and his chest and limbs burned as they began to stretch and become dragon like. He fell to the ground as his clothes ripped and fell off. Talons grew and his face lengthened and teeth grew long. Wings opened on his back and he flexed them. His eyes became glowing yellow orbs. Scales covered him now and his tail grew out. Then he turned black as night and roared.
[WE ARE ONE!!!!]
Shadoe reared up on his hind legs and roared again. He looked at his talons then got back on all four and walked to the lake to look at his reflection. He was now a large black dragon with a dark gray almost black chest. He had huge wings. Down his back stood plates two feet high. On his head he had two horns bending back three feet long.
[ Beautiful!!] He thought. [ And what power!!]
As a dragon he knew he could rip his way though walls and knock down trees. And he was most powerful at night or in the dark. No man or animal accept dragon would stand against him. The poison in his claws could kill in hours and his breath could age anything it touched until it crumbled and fell. Shadoe walked to a shadow on the side of his house and merged with it. He stepped out ten miles from his house. He could move through shadows sensing where he was as he moved. He stepped back in the shadow and came out back at the house.
[Yes.] He said. This is the power he sought. Now to try out the breath. Shadoe walked through his city until he found a two story building. He inhaled and then sent out a black flame. It covered the whole building to the roof. There was no heat from the blast, just a foul stench. When he was done he looked at the building. It had turned brown and it creaked with age. Then it fell, as the foundation crumbled in on itself. Shadoe smiled and went back to his house. There he concentrated and took on the form of Polan dressed in black leather pants a gray shirt and a black jacket with boots. Looking again at his hands, he realized his nails were black, they were still poisonous. But he still wanted more eggs. If he merged with them to he would be the greatest being on the planet. But how to find them? As a dragon , he knew he had to be close to them to sense them. Only The king could sense them from afar. Maybe if he killed the king he could take his place. Dragon knowledge, He needed more. He knew what every dragon knew but there had to be more. The king would have the knowledge he needed, or maybe the Spirit. He had to absorb its power. But how to drain it? He had to find all the dragon lore he could. Search his books and scrolls. Torture any corpse he could find with dragon knowledge. What he needed was a spy. Someone he could use to find the king. He had to be up and out by now looking for the Dragon Spirit. Polan walked out to his cemetery to find an old grave. One that the dead inside would be dust. He found one that was over two hundred years old. This one will do. Polan held out his hands as they began to glow. He concentrated on his spell and began.
LIFE TO DEATH PLEASURE AND PAIN
I CALL YOU UP YOUR KNOWLEDGE I GAIN
NOW COME TO ME YOU SPIRIT OF DUST
TO DO MY BIDDING
SO RISE YOU MUST
From the ground a glowing began to surround the grave. A spirit rose. It glared it Polan then spoke.
[How dare you wake me from my rest!!] It said. [You have no right to do this!!]
Polan reached out and ran his black claw across its hand. It howled in pain and tried to get away. But it couldn’t move. Polan held it in his power.
“ You are now my creature to command,” He said.
[ No!] It said. [ Never!!]
Polan reached out and clawed it again across its face. He smiles as the spirit screams out.
“ You will do as I say or you will feel this pain forever.” Polan told him. “ Are you ready to cooperate?”
[ Yes .] It said. [ I'll do as you say. Please stop!!]
" Now I have a job for you and if you complete it right and in good time." Polan said. "I'll free you to rest without anymore pain. But if you disappoint me. I'll play with you for years and years."
[ I will do what you want.] The Spirit said. [ What must I do?]
" Find the the Dragon King." Polan command. " I'll cast a spell on you so you will be able to tell him apart from others. ." Polan suggested, “ There was a problem at Cressca's temple. That might be him, look there first.”
[I will find him.] Said the spirit.
“ Master.’ Polan smiled as he touched the spirit again and caused him agony. “ Call me master.”
[ Yes master.] He whimpered.
“ Now Go!!” Polan said. “ Find him.”
Off the spirit flew to find his query. He was glad to be away from that damn necromancer. The pain his touch caused was beyond belief, In life he had never felt such pain. As he flew he tried to remember who he was. It had been two hundred years since he had a name. His name was Magnes, friends called him Mags. He remembered. And he too knew something of magic. Most of which he knew would be useless to him now. But to locate the Dragon King, that might be possible. He’d known dragons in his life, maybe he had known this one. Mags let himself drift and concentrated on his mission. Dragons give off a certain type of energy, that Mags knew. He cast out his senses to locate the energy. He didn’t feel it anywhere near , so he sent his mind out further. Then he felt something out near a village a day or two away. This had to be the one he searched for. So off he flew to find the Dragon king and get his freedom.
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