Monday, October 23, 2017

The Wild Card. Part 1 - Virgil's Perspective.

Virgil watched Landrigosa work her way down the line of his companions. Her decayed, decrepit form explaining the ins and outs of dragon survival.
Keeping a practised look of undivided attention upon his face, he watched the others as she quizzed them on the information she had just provided.

The revelation that Lirra was once trained by this thing before her transformation was quite disconcerting. He wondered if it would effect her judgement when the time came to kill this one. He contemplated taking matters into his own hands.
How easy would it be to blast a few holes in her parachute upon exiting this floating castle. He could easily do so without being discovered. But no, he placed that thought to the back of his mind, not dismissing it completely, but removing it from likely outcomes. 
Right now he hoped that Stedd's nerve would hold and that this plan of his to taunt a dragon would pay off.
Landrigosa finished her briefing and Virgil nodded along with the others. His plan already formed in his head. The trust he was about to place in this group was unprecedented. He donned his wide brimmed hat, and drew his illusory guise about his face. 
"Good hunting to you all." He said before walking away.
He saw the affirmative nods and felt the encouraging pats on his back.
Virgil's eyes locked with Stedd, and he made an effort to soften his gaze and nodded directly to him reassuringly. Stedd returned with a few sharp nods. His eyes wide as his courage and fear waged its own battle.
Virgil turned to move from the group, feeling Obcaeco's fingers bush past his arm. The veiled angled face carried a soft, small smile and it was this that he put in his mind to keep close that he may draw some courage for what he was about to do.

He walked to the end of the intersecting halls, Ice covered walls angled down opening into the large chamber where he saw the form before him, bigger than any beast he'd ever seen. Just one talon would be enough to end him.

He drew Thorn, and he felt the green energy begin to thrum gently within the device.

Thorn cried out, two beams of eldritch energy finding the mark.
"I, Neifion, have come for you, beast!" He projected with his best practised stage voice. The dragon sprang up, quicker than a thing that size should be able to, and bore towards him.
Virgil didn't allow himself a second to consider his decision. He followed the plan. His friends lives counted on his ability to do his part. Down the corridor he leaped, The white hulking form not too far behind him.




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