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[Mesa]

// Selling stuff that you yourself make to people that you yourself make. Good business plan, me thinks.
// Don't be mad at me for saying this, but I don't think I can (or want) to continue Extinction - I'm still experimenting with various kinds of forum games right now, and evolution games are not exactly my style. :\

[Mesa]

//THIS GAME IS NOT DEAD~![/color]
//I may ditch any other suggestion game, but I am NOT leaving this one! NOT YET!

You quickly react to the fiery threat and freeze the mad dwarf, enough to stop him from ravaging your lair while still keeping him alive. You had to leave him unconscious, so he will stay that way for a while.
In the meantime, a you notice a human-sized light blue orb leave the Goldenvale and fly into the air, ignoring any and all fire, cannonballs and magic the dwarven airships seemed to throw at it. When it's getting close to you, you can see an elf with ornate clothing inside, carrying a white scroll. Much whiter than the normal parchment scrolls that were made before your first demise. But that's not your biggest concern right now, as you can hear a telepathic voice in your head. This elf must be a mage, since he can speak telepathically, and it's not something that a puny peasant could do. Not with such finesse, anyway.

"The Golden King of Dwarves, Jlez the Great Golden Wyrm (//Read: Jay-lez) is willing to meet with the Harbinger of Cold, Helchistrasza, in the Dragon Palace of Goldenvale City."
Jlez...You don't recognize the name itself, but you do know that it means "Blood" in Southern Draconic. And given his title, the Great Golden Wyrm, it must mean that he is a dragon. Times did change. Back when the name Helchistrasza was a synonym of terror, dragons were mere predators, hunters, beasts. And now they control entire kingdoms.
Regardless, you agree to meet him. The elf, still under his safe magical shield, expanded the scroll, and various symbols written on it started to shine with light-blue light. Shortly after, all you could see was a bright, white flash, and after that, you were no longer on your remote flying island, but in a big throne room, with tall columns, red and yellow carpets, tapestries, and a fair few elven soldiers, armed with muskets and similar ordnance.

But inarguably the most important person in this room was the enormous, golden-skinned dragon - The Golden King of Dwarven, Jlez. Lying upon a (relatively) small pile of treasures, he looked way taller than you, and given that his scales were flashing like golden coins, he must've been long in the tooth. He looks at you and smiles a little, leaning his six-horned head on the five-clawed hand.
"Well, well, well...So the Harbinger is back again. Welcome, Helchistrasza."

// My writing is still horrible.

[wer6]

ask him what he wants of us, and sell him delicious snowcones

[GrizzlyAdamz]

It's alive!

Huh, well, be sure to be polite, but prideful. He is our host and we his guest, but tensions are high and face is involved so...
(hehe, this is all going to be a telepathic conversation, isn't it?)

"Heh, I'm a bit worse for the wear, but  indeed it is I. My thanks for meeting with me, Jlez."
Look around at the throne room.
"This certainly is a nice hall you have here. May I sit?"

If yes, use (shoot, have to hunt for them...) Murita to craft a suitable chair to rest upon. (dragon ergonomics in-mind)

"So, what would my gracious host like to speak to me about?"




btw, what do you mean by

and given that his scales were flashing like golden coins, he must've been long in the tooth.

[Mesa]

btw, what do you mean by

and given that his scales were flashing like golden coins, he must've been long in the tooth.

// He's old. Older dragons have shinier scales than the young ones.
// A LONG, BUT IMPORTANT MONOLOGUE BELOW!

"Go ahead. Make yourself at home. You probably are in a need of one, anyway." - he said with his slow and low, draconic telepathical voice.
"I understand that there are many things that may concern you at the moment, but they are of secondary importance right now. You see, I am in this elven city, but not of my free will - the elves have trapped me here and I cannot escape. They still treat me like the king I am, but I'm unable to leave this city. No one can, apart from the few gates which don't have magical barriers in them and the mages that can teleport in and out of here.
You see, this land was once a unified kingdom of elves, dwarves and humans. That was, until you came, the Harbinger. You've driven the humans to the brink of extinction. You  probably don't remember how you died, do you? The last remaining humans have signed a pact with the demons - they killed you with ease, but that also let them enter the mortal realm every millenium. And I don't think I need to tell you that dragon souls come back to life every five thousand years - hence you are here with me.
But when you died, something has changed - the humans, the elves, the dwarves - they were no longer threatened by dragons, or at least not the ones of your savage kind. They could flourish. They discovered new technologies which you can see today - firearms, explosives, airships, firepacks. They're all the inventions made after your demise. But the demons...The demons kept coming every thousandth anniversary of the ritual. They ravaged through the land, leaving but death and despair in their fiery wake. Today, after their last attack, there are no humans - just elves, dwarves and the lowly kobolds. All the technology used today is a legacy of those days. And while the elves and dwarves try to keep it simple to prevent it from being lost to the ages again, they are improving it at a steady rate.

Anyway, you are here for two reasons - you see, I am an old dragon - I've seen the previous demonic ravage. I rule over the Dwarven Kingdom, but I have no heir to which I could give the throne to, even if my power was weakened in the recent years. The dragons need to live on. And I need you, Helchistrasza. I will not leave my legacy to those weakly anthropoids. I need a dragon, a dragon that can live forever. And you are the perfect, if the only, heir.

The second reason - today is the 5000th anniversary of the first ritual, which means that demons will strike today. Many cities and fortresses will fall. Even the Goldenvale. This magical barrier is strong, but not even it will protect us from the sheer hordes of demons. And you have great strength, Helchistrasza. I need you to fend off the demons. The dwarves have constructed a special chamber deep below this city, which not even the demons can get break through. But only a very few of us will fit in there, and even less will survive for long enough to get to it before the demons." - he paused and took a deep breath. It's clearly causing him much trouble.

"So, Helchistrasza, the Harbinger of Cold. I hereby ask you - are you willing to help me, the Great Golden Wyrm Jlez, the Golden King of Dwarves, to be fight the demonic hordes and become my heir to the dwarven throne and redempt your sins from long gone past?"

[10ebbor10]

[Apply logic:
Humans opened gates for demons, in exchange for our death
We're no longer dead, so, the agreement is no longer valid. If we survive this day, the gate should close.]

[GrizzlyAdamz]

I can't write out anything atm, but a word of caution: don't trust this one. He is old & wily, not a savage beast but a king of mortals more than 1000 years old. It sounds suspiciously like we're being thrown to the wolves so he can escape to the chamber. Telepathic speech is convenient in avoiding accidental reactions from the elves, (to lies), and it doesn't take much to fake breathing difficulties.

Also, humans killed us with ease last time, when we were at our height. Why would we stand a chance now?

[Mesa]

// At some point this is going to be made into a video game, I can see that. At least this one's universe makes more sense than most of my usual ideas.

[GrizzlyAdamz]

Mk, so, instead of being rude:

Depressed sigh
"I'm sorry to disapoint you Jlez, but I can't fend off anything right now. I reawakened only moments before your elves found me, and I'm still slowly recovering my powers.
Further, "If I was so easily swept aside when the humans first made that pact, why do you think I'd be able to do anything this time?"

(Save that tidbit for after we get a little more information out of him.)

[Mesa]

"You are not bound by flesh anymore. You're a skeleton of ice, and you can easily regenerate yourself, I reckon. Besides, you are a magical dragon after all, and magic is not as common as it used to. - he said and looked through the large window on the side, at the airships hovering over the barrier.
"Foolish dwarves, they should not be here. But they don't know. Not yet. My poor dwarves... - he finished and shed a small, crystal-clear tear from his deep green eye.


// Yay for phone GMing.

[GrizzlyAdamz]

"Why me? Sure, I am a dragon, or was, but you're ignoring my infamy. Why trust your kingdom of beloved mortals to a dragon you've only just met, and whose name brings terror to your subjects? Just how long are you planning to sleep down there?"

[GreatWyrmGold]

I suspect the answer is

five thousand years

[GrizzlyAdamz]

Why not just go die in a hole then? Or better yet, we just vacated some prime real estate.

[GreatWyrmGold]

Okay, let me explain my idea.

The Wyrm thinks he is going to die. When he does, he doesn't want his kingdom to be leaderless.

[GrizzlyAdamz]

So he's going to give it to the harbinger of cold? Because we have such a good reputation. If he really loves his subjects, (shedding a tear eh?), why not promote one of them?