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When word got around of a Gold Dragon attacking Muso, it got Hugo's interest. Sro spoke of the war between the Chromatic and Metallic dragons, and that the Metallic dragons were supposed to be the good ones. Nothing made Hugo's blood boil more then a monster putting on the face of something good. Beings of malice are evil by nature, be them man or beast, and while Hugo will put them down, he cannot be mad at their nature. But when a being chooses evil over good, Hugo will make sure their death is painful and slow. | When word got around of a Gold Dragon attacking Muso, it got Hugo's interest. Sro spoke of the war between the Chromatic and Metallic dragons, and that the Metallic dragons were supposed to be the good ones. Nothing made Hugo's blood boil more then a monster putting on the face of something good. Beings of malice are evil by nature, be them man or beast, and while Hugo will put them down, he cannot be mad at their nature. But when a being chooses evil over good, Hugo will make sure their death is painful and slow. | ||
The mayor of Muso was a bumbling idiot, suspenders, top hat, and all. An answers that could be received from that man were sparse. Then there it was, the roar. A roar that shook the earth and turned water to steam. Circling overhead was a dragon of crimson scale and fiery blood, large wings casting a shadow over the poor town, still in the process of rebuilding. The records called him [[Flame]], the bounty called him eight thousand gold, the people called him death. Hugo dashed out of the town hall to find cover from the dragon as well as a good spot to aim. As he prepared his crossbow, he watched as Flame let loose a torrent of fire upon the buildings. In this moment of dire need, Hugo wasn't the only one to draw his weapons. From inside the greenhouse came a elven man with a pale demeanor and an owl made of bone named [[Nockdus]]. From the highest building ion town from the rooftops flew a small Owlin Alchemist named [[Ona]] who used her glass monkey homunculus to make quick work of the fire burning down the greenhouse. And from the far end of town, exiting the blacksmith's was a tall brass dragonborn artificer named [[Clank]], coated in heavy armor and whirring trinkets, and holding a large metal projectile weapon. After the battle Clank would inform Hugo that this was what Clank called a shotgun. But strangers from out of town arrived as well. Bursting through the gates as a young disheveled elf with black robes over a frail stature named [[ | The mayor of Muso was a bumbling idiot, suspenders, top hat, and all. An answers that could be received from that man were sparse. Then there it was, the roar. A roar that shook the earth and turned water to steam. Circling overhead was a dragon of crimson scale and fiery blood, large wings casting a shadow over the poor town, still in the process of rebuilding. The records called him [[Flame]], the bounty called him eight thousand gold, the people called him death. Hugo dashed out of the town hall to find cover from the dragon as well as a good spot to aim. As he prepared his crossbow, he watched as Flame let loose a torrent of fire upon the buildings. In this moment of dire need, Hugo wasn't the only one to draw his weapons. From inside the greenhouse came a elven man with a pale demeanor and an owl made of bone named [[Nockdus]]. From the highest building ion town from the rooftops flew a small Owlin Alchemist named [[Ona]] who used her glass monkey homunculus to make quick work of the fire burning down the greenhouse. And from the far end of town, exiting the blacksmith's was a tall brass dragonborn artificer named [[Clank]], coated in heavy armor and whirring trinkets, and holding a large metal projectile weapon. After the battle Clank would inform Hugo that this was what Clank called a shotgun. But strangers from out of town arrived as well. Bursting through the gates as a young disheveled elf with black robes over a frail stature named [[Reylendor Aspenmorrow]] as well as a Red Dragonborn Ranger riding a donkey by the name of [[Oxan Lighkeeper]]. | ||
Hugo griped his crossbow preparing for the first shot, but as he focused, the whispers of the crossbow, the warmth it gave off faded, only to be replaced by something else. The world almost seemed to slow down. The world turned colorless and morose and it almost seemed as if the shadows from every object grew toward Hugo. That is when [[Silent|they]] spoke to him. From the shadows the silhouette of them formed. Large feathered wings stretched outward behind a towering figure crowned with horns that formed the shape of a strange halo. The only point of color Hugo could make out in the silhouette was two points of pointed light for where the being's eyes would be. They stared past Hugo's mortal form and into his soul. They offered Hugo a trade, power, for his mortal soul. Hugo pondered it for a second, and as it thought he once again felt the warmth from his crossbow, encouraging him to take this leap of faith. Whoever this being would take him after death is better then where he would be going elsewise. For all those he killed he knows he would burn for his crimes to, no matter how much they deserved it. The choice was easy. With a quick few flicks of his wrist his name was signed in her necrotic ledger as two bolts of shadow and flame let loose from his crossbow. | Hugo griped his crossbow preparing for the first shot, but as he focused, the whispers of the crossbow, the warmth it gave off faded, only to be replaced by something else. The world almost seemed to slow down. The world turned colorless and morose and it almost seemed as if the shadows from every object grew toward Hugo. That is when [[Silent|they]] spoke to him. From the shadows the silhouette of them formed. Large feathered wings stretched outward behind a towering figure crowned with horns that formed the shape of a strange halo. The only point of color Hugo could make out in the silhouette was two points of pointed light for where the being's eyes would be. They stared past Hugo's mortal form and into his soul. They offered Hugo a trade, power, for his mortal soul. Hugo pondered it for a second, and as it thought he once again felt the warmth from his crossbow, encouraging him to take this leap of faith. Whoever this being would take him after death is better then where he would be going elsewise. For all those he killed he knows he would burn for his crimes to, no matter how much they deserved it. The choice was easy. With a quick few flicks of his wrist his name was signed in her necrotic ledger as two bolts of shadow and flame let loose from his crossbow. |