Re: ThaidogRPG: The Dragonlord (Host)
=THE DRAGONLORD CHRONICLES, PART 1=
randomknight777: The Dragonlord awakens to careful nudging and and respectful, if pressuring, words. "It is time to rise, Dragonlord, there is much to be done, as you should know.", Gniral was the eldest of your yellow kobold forces, the most experienced. And frankly, the sanest of them. Should the Dragonlord linger in his makeshift bedding, he would find Gniral quite respectlessly climbing up and straddle across his chest, staring down at him intently. Should he rise as was demanded, if not quite needed, of him she would merely step aside with a pleased, faked innocent smile on her lips.
host24: Not one to waste time sleeping, the dragonlord pulled himself into a sitting position even before his advisor had finished speaking. His blankets - spoils stolen some time ago, and by now rather in need of washing - fell off of him as he left the bed, revealing golden scales on a lightly muscled, lean body - but still one much larger than that of his companion, with some visible height over a human, though not as much as some of his draconian kin. Mortals associated his kind with life and goodness; but while the dragonlord was certainly associated with life, the other attribute brought a cold smirk to his deceptively soft features every time he thought about it.
Leaving the bed, the dragonlord cupped the head of his advisor affectionately, before giving Gniral a soft like with his forked tongue on the bridge of her reptilian snout. “Thank you, Gniral. There is, indeed, much to do today…” if she expected more, the kobold would be disappointed, as the dragonlord moved his nude form to the chest containing his armour. It was something of a mishmash of stolen armour pieces, which did not suit the reptile’s high tastes… but the fact that the differing fits showed off some of his prized gold form between them appeased him. One would wonder why he did not simply go into battle naked, then…
randomknight777: Gniral was little surprised from her Lords determined rise, merely stepping aside to give him room. But he did manage to get surprise from her as he cupped her head and gave her a lick, the koboldess shuddering in a pleasant manner, and let out a joyous sigh, but betrayed no disappointment at the lack of continuation. She smiled pleasedly at his eagerness to have deeds get done, and would help him get clothed in the bits and pieces of spoils he had procured.
Once he were clothed, Gniral would again speak. "As you know, Dragonlord, there are but a dozen of us. Five browns, and six goldies, myself included. And then of course, yourself.", she spoke with concern. "So far I have managed to keep the males in line, but I fear I can only do so much.", she seethed slightly, as if disgusted by the males desire for no doubt the only female within the Dragonlords lair. "We need to find us... you... a Hive Queen!", her words adamant, as she stared up to the Dragonlord with both demanding and respecting eyes.
To his knowledge, the Dragonlord knew of a few small settlements both within and outside the forest, along with a path leading deeper into the thicker, darker parts of the forest, where creatures of magic made their living, including the elves. Within the forest there were small human outposts ranging from tradingposts to logging camps, and outside the forest there were actual villages, even a larger seaside town.
A Hive Queen however, would need more then any random female, it would demand someone special... a so-called 'Hero', people of prowess similiar to his own. And of course, Life Force to perform the ritual to make a Hive Queen.
host24: This was going to be a good day; he was sure of it. He had spent more than some time of poverty and seclusion in these ruins, the hopeful key to increasing his personal power, and most days he loathed, being little more than banditry that had so-far failed to acquire much of value. He had spent long enough in these parts now to recognize that this day would be different. …or, perhaps, not this day exactly, but certainly one day soon - there had been marked increases in traffic in and out of the woods, preparation for some event the dragon could care less about. The reason for the foot-traffic was irrelevant, only that it was present - and that meant that not only would his attacks be more profitable, there was more chance a hero would be present, and sent against him. The thought was exhilarating, both the chance to have a hive queen, and also the simple pride of being dangerous enough for a hero to come head-hunting. The lack of interest the humans showed in his, admittedly mild, harassment was comparatively insulting to a being of his stature. Of course, should his attempts at directly gaining attention fail (, or go too, horribly right,) the higher number of humans going in and out of these forested towns should give him the chance to find a hero using more deceptive measures…
“Come to me, my kobolds. We have an opportunity to seize.” The dragonlord would wait only for his pitiful force to assemble, before heading into the forest, towards the road leading into one of the trading posts which, he hoped, would have some easy and valuable plunder…
randomknight777: Gniral was outright delighted by the Dragonlords words, and took off, rounding up the few kobolds under his service, and like she had said, a total of six goldies and five browns. The former being, much like himself cunning and stealthy, despite the not so subtle coloration of their scales, with the browns being just that. Muscle. For what little it was worth. Minio-... Kobolds in tow, the Dragonlord set out for his usual spot, a small bushy hill overlooking a three-way intersection, one road leading to the plains beyond the forest, one to a logging camp, and one to a trading outpost. As the dozen reptilians waited in the bushes, Gniral had to, as was common, hiss and claw at the male kobolds to keep them at a distance from herself... All the while as she kept herself as close as she could to the Dragonlord of course. The one male she found desireable among them, which wasn't hard for anyone to tell.
As time passed, and some of the browns and goldies began to slouch and slack against a nearby log, a small wagon finally came into view... Coming from the loggers camp. Pulled by a pair of donkeys, ut looked loaded with wooden planks and simple tools, the escort consisting of four lumberjacks, and then there was the wagon rider, a young woman. The Dragonlord could sense Lifeforce, and none of these five humans possessed an outstanding aura, like heroes did. As usual, Gniral was quick to voice her opinions. "Building materials and tools, would surely aid us in setting up the lair, Dragonlord. What shall we do?"
host24: “The lair certainly needs work, but we do not have the spare manpower to make true use of them, and the goods are worth little to a trading post, giving little reason to send for a hero. The souls of the people here, too, are plain and I lack any significant use for them at the moment. We will let this one past, and save our strength for better prey.”
randomknight777: Gniral hissed lowly, but nodded grudgingly. "As you wish, Dragonlord.", no doubt she had wished to put the other kobolds to work, leaving them busy and her unbothered by them. The wagon peacefully rolled by, unaware of the ambushers. It would take some time until anything else happened, and by that time, most kobolds were snoring softly by the log, with only Gniral and two goldies still prepared to attack. Not that it would require much to awaken the others, as they slept lightly. Coming from the direction of the tradingpost, was a simple carriage, escorted by six lightly armed soldiers, militia no doubt. Although they had an exotic look to them, wielding curved swords and fancy, poofy pants, with cloth wrapped around their heads. Desert people by the looks of it. They had nothing oustanding about their auras, but something drew the dragonlords attention... Inside the carriage was someone with an aura fitting for a Hero, and a female at that! A desert princess? A desert sorceress? Who knows who it may be, but her carriage was slowly rolling towards the intersecting path of roads. Gniral, as a non-magical kobold, looked to the carriage unaware of what the Dragonlord may feel emanating from it. "What do we do, Dragonlord? The carriage doesn't look like it belongs to a rich person, but the escort do denote someone of some status at least."
host24: Without actually answering Gniral, the dragonlord’s smirk turned into a sinister grin reaching right across his face. He rather unkindly, though not painfully slapped a brown in the face as he hissed quietly, but with clear excitment, “Up, up! We have a carriage to attack! Get up the road, yellows, get into position to pounce them, browns, behind cover at our ambush site! Go!”
Standing to go himself, and making as little noise as possible to avoid putting the carriage on edge, the dragon addressed his advisor. “You said we needed a hive queen? Let’s see if we can get one.”
randomknight777: The Brown winced as he was slapped, eyes flying open as he stared at the Dragonlord, blinking, and began to yap and slap at every napping kobold near him, getting them all in action, the yellows scampering to set an ambush up, while the less sneaky browns moved to simply remain out of sight until it was time to charge in. Gniral blinked at the sudden order and action, staring up at the Dragonlord quizzically... But her eyes and lips widened with ubridled glee at the prospect of a Hive Queen, and she quickly dashed after the scurrying yellows to get into position, and soon they all were ready, as the carriage drew closer and closer... Soon the carriage was just about to pass them by. The browns kept perfectly still, and none of the yellows, including Gniral and the Dragonlord, would ever be noticed by the simple escorts.
And the moment the carriage came right by the hidden reptilians, the yellows threw jagged rocks from their hiding spots at the carriage escorts, taking the men by utter surprise!
One of the guards got struck by two rocks, and fell like a lead leaf to the ground with a thud, while three others got hit in their turban-clad heads and no doubt suffered mild concussion and brain damage!
Next on the initiative was Gniral, leaping out like a yellow bolt of jagged lightning, her two daggers sinking into the throat of one of the wounded guards, that let out a bloody gurgle as his life ended.
And then the browns, with complete disregard and lack of stealth, charged out swinging their clubs, "FOR THE MASTAAAH!", attacking at random and without focus, causing no casualties among the guards, but all of them got a decent hit in, albeit the damage was minimal compared to what the yellows had caused!
And then there was the Dragonlord to act next, as the woman in the carriage rose, clearly startled by the screams outside.
host24: The dragonlord looked on triumphantly as his minions did their work and well, both slingers at range and fighters in the melee. Seeing the soul of his prey getting up to leave the carriage did not surprise him, but did present something of a problem. Hero’s souls were not found in peasants, and this one would most likely have some significant skills to defend itself with; even worse, the kobold’s leader couldn’t quite tell what the powers she had were, beyond some connection to magic that was different from the typical, magely method he employed. While certainly eager to see the form of the life he planned to take and mould, the dragonlord resigned to waiting a few moments more. Chanting and weaving magic quietly to himself, a fairly simple spell formed, and he cast it upon the carriage. When the woman tried to leave, she would find all doors and windows refusing to budge, sealed even if they didn’t normally have a lock. She may perhaps be able to dispel the barrier, but the dragonlord doubted her ability to break it - nothing in the essence of her spirit particularly spoke of physical talent. At least, his minions should have more time to attack the caravans, the yellow kobolds continuing to hang back and attack at range, being far too frail to engage in melee - with the obvious exception of his spirited advisor.
randomknight777: The Dragonlord weaved his potent magics, creating a magical seal upon the carriage, to keep the person within sealed away from the battle. Now however, the few remaining escorts finally managed to get their focus back, making broad swings at the brown kobolds, the two weakest guards striking after the same brown, gravely wounding, but not quite finishing him off. Another guard went for another kobold, and the last went for Gniral, whom despite her nimbleness, was far too slow, she took a heavy blow and was sent flying off the road, a foul gash across her right arm. She curled up and whimpered lowly, despite all things, she were still a yellow, not meant for frontline combat... Had she been an ordinary yellow, she would've died on the spot. The woman within the carriage formed a spell, and unleashed it upon the Dragonlords seal... He could feel it gravely weaken, but it held for the time being, but another such potent attempt at dispelling it would undo it! Now however, he were able to act and direct his kobolds, gaining first initiative.
host24: Now the master waded into the fray himself, pike in hand, making use of the time the most dangerous opponent was sealed for. He had cast the spell in semi-silence, though he wasn’t sure if the guards had caught on to its use; either way, his throw was silent and would hopefully kill the fool that had wounded his advisor, also one of the healthiest targets left… and thus in most pressing need for a powerful hit from the reptile’s weapon. He was into the fray, picking the polearm from the presumed corpse or removing it from where it had fallen. His brown-scales didn’t worry him; if the five could not perform in combat, their death would be no great loss to the dragonlord, not when he could soon have a hive queen to replace them...
randomknight777: The Dragonlord had managed to remain undetected, and now unleashed his full might upon the man that had harmed his advisor so gravely, throwing his polearm with enough force to not only take the man off his feet, but also nail him against the carriage. The man gurgled in his own blood as death claimed him.
Now that the guards were alert and battle ready, and the yellows had lost the element of surprise, the few remaining humans managed to deftly evade or deflect the thrown rocks from the yellow kobolds, the small creatures whining in protest!
On the other hand, the browns had the time of their lives, swinging their clubs, pummeling the remaining guards into the dirt with unrivalled enthusiasm, as was common to their kind. The last guardsmen finally beaten or dead...
Then it happened, a bright flash errupted from within the carriage, and the door flew off it's hinges, swishing right past the Dragonlords head, inside stood his prey, staring confusedly at the carnage outside her transport, and later angrily at the Dragonlord, whom she seemed to single out as the leader. A nagging sensation in the back of his head seemed to remind him that just like he could sense the auras of Heroes, so could they sense the auras of outstanding Villains. Such as himself.
"What brought upon this slaughter? What did we do to your kind?", she seethed with fury, glaring harshly at the Dragonlord, her posture that of a woman steadfast in her beliefs and social stature. A princess or high priestess, one or both, would no doubt fit such a woman. The entrance of a hero had left his kobold minions awestruck, they slowly backed away. It was instinct to them, to not approach Heroes, as only an Overlord had the raw might to stand against them. Villain and Hero, the only ones equal to each other. The stranger things about this woman however, was her piercing, gleaming yellow eyes, and the fact she wore a ridiculously spiring turban upon her head. Her garments were that of white silk, which covered her curvacious form quite modestly.
host24: The dragonlord’s joyous expression didn’t fade when his enchantment fell and he was nearly clobbered by an errant door; if anything, it increased. “Oh, you silly girl,” he chided with a laugh that could have almost been disarming, had he not just killed her escort, “Can’t you see that I am a creature of life, and a dragon, no less? It is my domain to rule over as I see fit - and if I choose to take or mould it, well that is not for a mortal like you to interfere in.” he had said the whole thing as if no wrong had been done, and had the subject not been something so obviously evil, his demeanor and charm might have convinced the woman that he had been right. Still not seeming actually malicious, the draconian took on a cheeky expression. “But I will answer your actual question, even if you had no place to ask it.” He looked sidelong to his assembled kobolds. “Boys, drop your pants~.” He expected the little reptiles to greet the heroic woman with an array of male erections, and he expected the high-and-mighty woman to be put off by it - enough so that she would fail to notice him thrust the butt of his pike at her head, his expression suddenly quite cruel. “Bring her down!”
randomknight777: The woman stared coldly at the Dragonlord as he spoke with arrogance, ut the initial anger seemed to have faded from her expression. She even smirked at the 'mortal' comment. "You assume much, father of serpents.", she spoke mockingly as her only response to the Dragonlords speech. As he demanded his minions to drop their pants, all of them except a brown did, the last one speaking up. "What is pants?", all of them had small erections, given the pause from battle, and even a modestly clothed woman was enough for their simple minds to wander and imagine things. The woman had to stiffle a giggle. "Are you as... "well endowed" as your children? It would surprise me if otherwise was the case.", she mocked him once more, there was something about this woman that didn't quite feel right. Nonetheless, he took his chances, dashing up to pry his polearm from the dead body and the carriage, in order to strike upon the defenseless woman.
Said 'defenseless woman' evaded the brunt of the Dragonlords assault, the blunt end of his pike thrusting into her turban as she slipped away. Two things dawned upon him, one: He were a lousy fighter when lacking the element of surprise. two: the woman had fiery orange hair, and a pair of long horns, which would explain how such a rediculous turban had managed to stay upright on her head. And like they say, hell hath no fury like a woman scorn. And given how he had ordered his minions to drop their pants, only one of them were ready to attack. Well, two.
"YOU SHALL PAY FOR YOUR ARROGANCE, SERPENTBORN!", she wailed out with unbridled, unrestrained fury, and he found himself surrounded by scorching flames, that burnt even his scales, and fairly painfully at that!
Two of his kobolds now sprang out, the pantsless brown leaping after the woman, trying to latch onto and grapple her... Only to ineffective grope at her ass, causing her to yelp at the sudden molestation.
Far more effectively, the badly wounded Gniral leapt after the woman, seething with fury from the harm that befell the Dragonlord. "DON'T YOU DARE TOUCH HIM, HE IS MINE!", Gniral latched onto the womans back, and fairly painfully held back her arms in a restraining manner, sending the woman stumbling against the carriage, unable to act for the time being, as the Dragonlord recovered from the painful spell cast upon him.
host24: The dragonlord became increasingly more worried towards the woman, though he failed to show it. Her reaction to his minions wasn’t that of a noble human, and spoiled any attempt at surprise in his attack. Further, while he was no fighter, she clearly had better reactions than any simple noble, the source of which became clear as her headgear was removed. He didn’t have time to react, being scorched by her attack and put into fear for his life - and as a quick check afterwards showed, his scales had been made as dirty-brown as his common kobolds. Hell might have no fury like a demon scorned, but it would be severely tested by the fury of a terrestrial dragon with its pride wounded. “Suffer, you bitch!” screamed back the furious draconian, immediately weaving a spell that would tear the air from the demon’s lungs and close her throat, cutting her off from any more. Her mind would soon be broken in the transformation into his little hiveslut, but before that the wrathful reptile was going to watch her suffer, -slowly-, as she suffocated under his attack.
randomknight777: The Dragonlord weaved his magics, fueled by wrath at such indignity, and he could see the results, as the demoness spat out, dropping to her knees as air was forced out from her lungs, she trembled under the magical assault, far less able to get back on her legs and return, given her grappled state. The last word however, neither of them would have, as Gniral quite unceremonially, clocked the demoness in the back of the head with an angry headbutt, smashing the womans face into the dirty with enough force to render her unconscious, and possibly with a bloodied nose... And the last word were even further taken from the Dragonlord, as the pantsless kobold took note of his dirtied skin. "We look like Mastah now! Go browns!", the browns cheered, while the yellows jeered at such defeat to the pride they shared with the dragonlord.
In the aftermath, four of the guards confirmed for dead, and the Dragonlord easily harvested the lingering lifeforce, and had the option to harvest(thus kill), capture or leave the remaining two, still unconscious, guards. Victory was his, but at what cost?
host24: The brown didn’t have long to celebrate before he found the battle back on, and totally unprepared to defend himself. His master’s pike went through the underside of the kobold’s head, and he tossed the corpse off with a flick of the weapon, panting from the exertion as much as rage after losing so much of his strength in the demon’s attack. Without actually looking away from his former minion, the dragonlord spoke coldly and slowly. “If any of you. Make mention of This. -At All-. You will Share his Fate.” The draconian then walked away, beginning to whistle to himself as he poked through the ribcage of the first unconscious demon, piercing its heart, before laying a hand on it and absorbing its lifeforce… then going around to all the others, killing them if they seemed still alive of taking their energy if not. Despite the way he made himself look, the dragonlord was brimming with palatable, barely contained anger, and ready to make good on his threat at a moment’s notice. He would find a way to heal his dimmed scales, his magic had to be capable of rectifying the damage done. Only when he was finished collecting lifeforce did he turn to his minions; “Well? What are you doing? Search the carriage!”
randomknight777: The brown is skewered and discarded in a heartbeat by his fickle master, all of the kobolds freeze up, except Gniral, who looked on the wasteful display without any visible emotion. All the male kobolds nodded in near unison, silently agreeing to never speaking of it. The kobolds remained in place as the Dragonlord helped himself to the lifeforce of the slain demons, and despite being demons, they held no magical lifeforce, as one would otherwise expect from such entities. Perhaps they were half breeds or quarter breeds or somesuch similiar, all the same their inherent magic was long gone. He would need some time to recover from the heavy damage he suffered, and any form of healing would have to wait until he returned to his Lair. By the time he ordered the kobolds to ransack the carriage, Gniral had tied up, blindfolded, and gagged the demoness with clothscraps torn from the victims silken dress, in particular the sleeves were completely torn away. She had done nothing to lessen the modest nature of the dress though. After the pillaging, the kobolds managed to find a few things of note. two gold coins, five silver ones, a second silken dress, and a crimson colored, round crystal the size of a fist. It brimmed with fel energies, that much the Dragonlord could make out of its nature.