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THE BAD BAD DRAGON? That's me! And that's how I got here:
I'm broke and waiting for the debt collectors. Here is my old grimoire from when I was a role-player. Spell: Become a dragon. Well, I'll try it for fun... Ah, winning the...
<div><br>I threw the spell Shield on myself, but my magical powers had been severely disrupted since Cruel's disappearance. I had his blood in me and his potential as an archangel but I lacked the level and the experience. To come back, it's simple: I must be Cruel. To regain his level, I had to do heinous, barbaric and cruel acts!</div>I threw the spell Shield on myself, but my magical powers had been severely disrupted since Cruel's disappearance. I had his blood in me and his potential as an archangel but I lacked the level and the experience. To come back, it's simple: I must be Cruel. To regain his level, I had to do heinous, barbaric and cruel acts!
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I couldn't part with his picture, I even have it as a pendant!Just looking at it, an unheard of pleasure ran down my spine. Just the memory of him sometimes was enough to make me come so much I miss him.My Cruel, my poor Cruel, I promise you to go to release you! I will go to the eternal ices! I will go to heaven and hell just for you!RAAAAAAAhh, Cruel, take me ........By the time I came to my senses, the hunters had arrived before me!They were with torches to light themselves and they had lit smoke in the cave to disorient me. The smoke was rising and a dragon being bigger had to breathe this smoke which calmed and slowed him down. A powerful drug of sorts.Then they fired crossbow bolts with ropes to cast a net and 2 others had spears - dragon to hinder the wings and prevent escape by air and a heavy crossbow with a bolt filled with liquid silver and poison effective against dragons. Then a sword had to be stuck in the heart or in the eye.Maces connected by a rope were also thrown to keep the dragon's mouth closed.Basically, they were well trained and I had no chance to escape, in theory.Lance: phantasmagorical illusion: an illusion of me replaces me. It is real, bleeds and acts as if I were really there.They attacked my illusion and it was killed. And when they were victorious:DIE, DRAGON HUNTER!But, if I kill the hunters, St. Hubert will reappear.But how to do it???Like James Bond! Infiltrate the cult!But I need an illusionist spell! I have draconic magic which is similar to mages and some phantasm spells but to change my appearance I need something powerful. Latex? botox? MAKEUP!I searched the hunters' belongings and only gems and gold coins were salvageable. I took all of them and took an identification plate from a woman who was with them, a bard! I took her fiddle and if I was not an expert in singing, in wyrme I sang all the time in the morning like the birds to celebrate the new day. It was typical of the wyrme but not obvious for me, who comes from the earth. Yes, the earth, I would return there one day when I have settled my accounts here. And singing, I naturally took a liking to it. A choir, it's better than alone.Tears: Ahh I miss their voices! They were so beautiful! I really have to save them and make a retaliatory massacre! And as I am the BAD BAD DRAGON, I have an idea!Onward to a provincial village in the south. AH, the south, the snowy mountains, the glaciers and the plains of flowers, the lakes, the gastronomy, the warmth, the sun, like Provence, Spain and Italy together.Grenobla, a city fed by a network of small streams of thermal water, is excellent for health and is reputed to lengthen life. Its thermal centers and its DRYING and the great LIBRARY!My plan is simple: Books burn and when it is dry, it is thirsty!
