By the mighty Wombat I knew it. These stoners laying and snorting shrooms left and right didn't have enough sense or diligence to tell us that white dragons were common over here.It being a common for cows and people alike to end up being spritited away randomly, which we discovered after this grandiose fight. Damn it, ya hippies! Hearing sounds from outsides and spotting a family of huge ,large ,and medium sized white dragons the wizard said we should talk to them AFTER hurling a fire ball at them and hitting them with their most hated element.As I studied dragons, since I do want to have one as an adventuring companion (male) or bedroom companion ( female who can shape shift of course ) I called her a fool and to refrain from doing that for her own health.
Explaining to her that most dragons are intelligent .Metallic being good natured Chromatic being more dominant proud and haughty but still smart, there s a chance to reason with them trade offs , quests , or just good time discussions. Those are also the more dangerous if pissed off since they most likely can cast spells, stalk preys, as well as orchestrate battle tactics. Well we fell on the idiots of the race with one of the most animalistic behaviours talking wouldn't do much to them especially if hungry and being on fire (thanks to the wizard). But Damn it, I was itching for a good brawl .
Knowing my dragonology a bit I prepared an ice resist for some flybys breaths from the angry pair( I don't know what sex they were but I plan to study them more now that they have been slain ). Enfeebling the bigger one it got pissed at me and came down looking for some beef. Possibly ,literally they weren't planning to go home empty handed in this tundra of town. Hey the big guys' gotsta eat too right? It was me holding off the big beast all alone while mythil all invisible followed my advice to NOT initiate a conversation with these basest of beast of their race. The angel being late to support me in my valiant standoff to the big fiend let me get some chunks get taken out of me. "I wanna shoot It" the angel kept saying while I was battling the ferocious thing. "Just chill and keep healing me gurl.Me and the wizard are putting the hurting on it keeping healing meh!" After witnessing some of its maddening assault on me and withstanding it like a knight(boss) that tales are told about , the ANGEL started to lose guts" Ama run with mythil and write you a postcard from wherever we are ...If you live " "Get your ass back over here and keep healing me if you run and I die you're next on its shopping list, keep healing angel you're making the world a better place."
After a few more rallying speeches to the angel who cursed and said she weren't gonna heal me, I though she may have been a fiend or an underworld dweller in disguise to give us false hope. I mean an angel losing courage in the face of adversity ? They're the ones supposed to give us mortals the courage to fight on when all hope seemed to be lost. Roles reversed I guess , great uncle Icelus the dreadlord death knight taught me well to rally the troops even celestial ones. With mighty fervor and gusto I kept on swinging on the damned winged daemon taking bigger chunks out of me each passing moment but I did not falter in my assault going after it every time it backed up to do something. i could tell it wasn't used to such fight in such smaller creature. It was used to weaklings turning over right into it s mouth, giving up without the slightest bit of a fight. Today you huge cretin , you and your fam have met your match with the champion of the wombat and the soon to be legend Icelus the third. Howling such in draconic intimidating the beast. I could see the fear in it's eyes, near the end the despair that I drew upon it kept me assailing on . Knowing full well it was going to join my Uncle's Black parade! Finally as it was trying to bite the angel I felled the beast defending the cowardess/flimsy celestial.She finished off my and the wizards' handy work of the gigantic creature we had slayed. The cleric and the fighter tagged teamed the younger of the beast simultaneous at least they could share the burden of the wounds, ouch I' m sore , but dam I'm high in pride . The cleric dimensional shifted the young dragon else where. Everyone readied up in formation around where it had disappeared to bash its mongoloid skull into the pits of hell we gathered readied to strike. Once it did the wizard missiled the creature into its oblivion.
Somehow no one died nor ran away from their frightful presence, the town was made safe once more to be stoning grounds for the stoners(sight) . When I think of it, no one came outside this whole fight nor screamed or said "watch out!" sight maybe we can get a good price on this dragon Whoooaaaaawww! Chunky stuffff! A huge blue ork came out of nowhere wanting to have joined in to kill the dragon and an appetite to match that battle drice too. We just decided to let him join since he did want to save the town to, good intentions. Since we might need him for the tribulations coming ahead.As well as being too mentally exhausted to give a shit , if he wanted to cause troubled he d be felled rather quickly by us anyways. Walking into the tavern the inn keeper asked what were we doing in this town so up front I asked about the temple of all consumption which he seemed utterly clueless about . So damn it ," We came to destroy evil Boii!!!" He looked even more lost than the first time and literally had no answers nor words for me until someone else re-ignited the conversation. Man, these simpletons around here aren't even aware of all the crazy shit in there backyard. Trying to make us pay for rooms which we just saved their asses from doom and catastrophe to the town and ridiculously low rates for the dragon meat I was getting angered and decided to go out and study the dragon prior to butchering it.
Thank you mighty Wombat for this prize you have brought before me today and its bountiful fruit of experience. For giving me a challenge to express the blood thirsty warlord and leader who inspires zeal even unto otherworldly denizens and drains hope out of even beast to fill their simple hearts and mind with despair. Prior sending them to our family's B;lack Parade rank until that fateful where All the dead slain by us shall rise in a glorious march for the conquest of unlife. Praises be to the wombat and its mighty everlasting generosity to those who desire to please him in blood through battle. May my research on this beast through its autopsy yield great fruits so one day I may hire or tame a dragon in your name OH great Wombat.
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