Necromancer's Pet
Once the forest fire died out, Frightal-lok searched through the rubble. Then he heard a voice...in his head, "I have need of your services. Repeat after me."
Frightal-lok repeated the necromancer's words and a crispy critter's body jolted to life, well unlife. The undead. He looked at his thumb-ring. It was black as midnight and mist was hissing out from it and toward the undead bodies.
The necromancer told Frightal-lok to create six more undead slaves and ordered him to take them to a secret location. Frightal-lok told the other ogres he would meet them back at base.
He lead them deep within the woods to a lone tower. The necromancer spoke to Frightal-lok again, "Well done. Now, I need you to kill the dragon that has taken refuge in my tower. Do not let it escape!"
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I understand. What about the necromancer's ring? Have I taken where you want it to go? This was the thumb ring he found. Remember?
I'm down for this story, as long as the dragon is a youngling dragon. An up-and-comer. I think that fits well with his panic at having his wing clipped, and having trouble earning his way as a proper dragon as he ages. And, I'm good with it as long as Chris (maybe not Frightal-Lok, but definitely Chris) knows that making a deal with a dragon...doesn't always work out the way one intends. :-)
Mark
Embril the Dragon
Frightal-lok and his squad of undead henchmen strode toward the necromancer's tower. It was hewn from large black stones that posed a stark contrast to the blue sky. A screech could be heard coming from the castle. The unholy noise echoed against the canyon walls below the tower.
The squad approached directly to the large doors that was the only way into the tower. As they stopped to inspect the entry, a whooshing sound could be heard. Then the sun was darkened. Frightal-lok yelled, "take cover!"
Everyone scampered in all directions as flames engulfed the entryway and doors.
They run into the tower to take cover from the dragon. Frighral-lok went invisible and took aim with his great bow. The shot threw the javelin-sized arrow at the dragon's wing. The creature fell from the sky, landing in the canyon below. It was still alive.
The necromancer's voice guided the squad down into the bowels of the keep. It was cavernous and led to some cliffs overlooking the canyon about halfway down.
The dragon could be seen limping along bellowing in anger. Frighral-lok started hurling boulders at it with thumping impacts, letting gravity do most of the work. He turns to one of the undead creatures and hurls him onto the dragon. It begins clawing and biting the creature. The dragon finally chomps on its leg throwing it to the ground where it beats it with its tail.
"Dragon!", yells the violet colored ogre. "Yield and will let you live."
The dragon spews the common tonque in disgust of having to speak it, "You have crippled me! What use is a dragon that can't fly?"
Frighral-lok simply states, "I could find many uses for dragon such as yourself. Come dragon remain in the keep as my master's guardian. You will yet flambee tiny morsels again...humans, elves, gnomes. I'm making myself hungry. I have some recipes you might like."
"Embril is my name, mortal," says the dragon. "And I accept your terms."
Back at the tower, Frighral-lok looks through the dragon's lair. He finds only skeletons and a a ring. A ring of protection +2.
Yeah!, What the hell...this was posted four months ago. What happens next?! ;)
What the heck happened next? :-)
Mark