[Scoria/Closed] How to Mess Up Your Dwagon

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From The Custom Bestiary as suggested by @0x1dea



Wyvern of the Grey Earth
Level 50
Types: Dragon/Reptile
Rank: Strong
Nature: Wary
Found in: Mountains, volcanoes, and thick/very dense forests
Weakness/Resistances: Weak against wind, resists earth attacks
Skills:
- Fierce Roar: A roar meant to intimidate or scare off opponents. Affects those within a 5 meter range with an Attack Decrease debuff for 15 seconds.
- Severing Bite: A crushing jaw attack easily capable of breaking bones.
- Gale Force: By spinning in the air while beating its wings, the wyvern creates a powerful gust to knock opponents off their feet. Deals slight Wind elemental damage and has a cooldown of 15 seconds.
Description: Described by some as giant winged serpents, wyverns often keep to themselves, attacking only when provoked. Usually residing in mountain-side caves, these creatures only leave to hunt or find new grounds to inhabit. Due to their somewhat docile nature, aspiring Animal Trainers often try to tame these to use as mounts. A generally uncommon monster, yet they can be spotted flying through the sky if you look hard enough.

500 words HP 100%		Pet: - MP 100%
Caerbannog woke up on the wrong side of the roof. Literally. She had spent the evening on a ledge atop the Westminster Abbey, and come early morning, she was rudely awakened by the clamoring of some merchant landers. In her confusion, the wolf-hair samurai fell off the ledge and down, down, down to the ground- but a soft pile of sacks of wheat flour broke her fall. The samurai let out a sudden “chu-!” as she reacted to the small cloud of flour with a sneeze. From amidst the ruined sacks, a flour-covered Caerbannog emerged and was met with a flurry of angry words and insults. They ranged from “where are you parents?!” to “did they not teach you to not randomly fall off a roof?”... up until the landers noticed that she was a Level 90 Adventurer. After the revelation, the merchants suddenly changed their tone and offered Caerbannog a change of clothing, which she of course refused because they were no better than rags. Instead, the samurai took a moment to clean herself up in the Abbey and when she returned to speak to the landers, Caer was in pink bear pajamas. An eyebrow or two was raised, but no words were spoken up until the merchants presented their dilemma to the adventurer. “Loud roars!” “Fire!” “Death!” “Dragon!” As incoherent as that sounded, Caerbannog got the gist of it. The landers, in exchange for letting her get away with destroying half of their wares, wanted her to get rid of a dragon. Apparently, the merchants were from the riverside of Avon and had considered moving to Londinium due to the sudden appearance of the menacing beast. How menacing it actually was, that was yet to be determined for landers were known to be scared of the smallest things. But for some reason they were not afraid of a small adventurer who had enough levels to easily snap their necks in two... quite odd to be honest. ANYWAY. This was all intriguing to Caerbannog and she wanted to nab a friend for the journey, so the samurai did the most logical thing to do: she played Eenie Meenie on her friends list. Whose name did it land on? Scoria. Oh! She would have such a great time with his baby! Caerbannog happily screamed a message into the druid’s head: " MEET YOU AT AVON! CATCHING A DWAAAGON! " And yes, she purposefully mispronounced that. The road to Avon was slightly rugged due to the paths which were poorly kept. Due to the latest accessibility of the area, adventurers had poured into the other city and the heavy traffic was something that the wardens did not expect. Caerbannog alighted from the carts of the two landers that she accompanied and then they went into walls of Avon with their delivery from Londinium: sacks of oats instead of flour. The blue-eyed wolf-hair, still in her pink bear pajamas, waited patiently at the gates for the telltale figure of the pretty Kaguya and her druid, the Ice Bitch.

[Scoria]

Scoria had never been to Avon. In fact, he had not gone very far out of Londinium for the longest time. He took quiet steps across the earth, adjusting his skill list and accessories in order to suit this particular enemy. He scowled quietly to hide his nervousness. He hadn't met Kyuu in... well, it had been quite some time. He had seen her quite infrequently and had only talked to her tangentially the last few times. That wasn't how friends were supposed to treat friends. He sighed softly and fiddled with some wiring in his hands. If she wanted to tame a dragon, then the best option was definitely bringing out Alraune. Who still insisted on calling herself Kaguya. Which was Scoria's nickname for himself. This childish brat.

The girl arrived in a puff of flowers, running circles around Scoria. She seemed a bit tougher than the last time, but he was never quite sure what he was expecting. He had leveled up and as a result, so too did she. Time to catch a dragon. About halfway through the walk to Avon, Alraune was complaining about how the walk was hurting her feet and basically being as petulant as possible, so Scoria tapped his hands on the ground and summoned an ice field, followed by a golem from the ice field. A cheap little trick to summon an Ice Golem in warmer climates, which was followed by the ice field vanishing and golem carrying Alraune. That was how Scoria and company met Caerbannog. A Druid fiddling with machinery, twisting wires around into a glove pattern, a tall Ice Golem carrying a forest sprite, and a forest sprite leaping off the golem and going in for a tackle hug. "Auntie!" Business as usual. "Been a while."

Druid

@dindeen

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480 words HP 100%		Pet: Foreman Mukade IX MP 100%
“WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAO!” Caerbannog’s eyes widened at the sight of an ice golem right outside Avon. But while she found it most amusing, the landers did not. Merchants rushed in through the gates and wardens set their sights on the incoming giant, but the confusion was cleared up for the most part when they realized that it was an adventurer’s golem. The samurai carelessly ran towards the towering behemoth of rock and ice yet before she reached it, a familiar... familiar hopped off the golem’s back and tackled her into a hug. “BABY!” was the wolf-hair’s response. The samurai picked the baby up and spun her around. They were almost the same height but Caer still referred to her as “Baby” and treated her like it too. Kaguya was a pretty name but it was not as adorable as her nickname for Alraune. “You were at my wedding!” Caer exclaimed as she stopped spinning, “Did you like the cake?” She actually remembered very little of what transpired there. The wolf-hair had gotten drunk off of the booze that the officiator, none other than the Dwarf, had left under the seats of attendees. Caer had swiped people’s drinks and her husband had done nothing to prevent it, which might make some people question if getting hitched really was the way to go for the two. If anything, Kumori seemed like a big brother who spoiled his little sister. Speaking of getting spoiled, Caerbannog once again spun Kaguya around but not fast enough for any one of them to feel dizzy. After about three more spins, the samurai waved to the druid Scoria and she also waved to the ice golem. “They said dwaaagon is at riverside,” she explained, “Which direction I wond-“ Some landers rushed in from the left side of the gates and with them, there were some partially burned carts full of personal belongings. Most of the people of the land screamed incoherent things, but as they reached the gate, their whinings became more intelligible. “Dragon! Dragon!” a middle-aged man yelled, “It has come to take our children!” As the wardens of Avon tried their best to pacify the small group of about ten NPCs, Caerbannog pointed to the direction that they came from. She then realized that it would be quite the hike and she no longer had a cart to hitch on, so the samurai summoned her centipede Foreman Mukade IX. “HELLO WORLD!” the massive creature greeted everyone as he stretched his legs towards the nearby landers, which in turn fainted at the sight of the creature. Caer hurriedly scuttled up the centipede’s back as the wardens so rudely shoo’d her and her pet away from the gate. “Nothing else to see here... go to dwaaagon!” the tamer pointed ahead to where something burned in the distance and Mukade was intelligent enough to understand what the vertically-challenged meat baby demanded of him.

[Scoria]

Cake? Alraune's eyes lit up at the mention of cake, while Scoria scowled. Don't be silly. Pie was the superior dessert. What nonsense. Pie beats cake every time. Scoria glanced around at the Landers and... Oh, so those were Wardens. Alright. They seemed pretty confused and worked up, but whatever. He just glared and continued to look around as Alraune spun in circles over and over with her Auntie. If they were to be completely honest, the duo had shown up to support Kyuu but hadn't done much else, the rest of the night turning into a complete blur. If Alraune had any cake, Scoria had no idea. "It was good." The forest sprite grinned ear to ear and gave her Auntie another squeeze before releasing her and hopping around somewhat excitedly. Kyuu brought out the most childish parts of the forest sprite.

The conversation would have gone on longer, had some more Landers not come up all of a sudden screaming their heads off. Just what everyone needed. Scoria sighed and returned to tinkering with the wire mesh in his hands. His fingers twisted several different wires together and added some diodes here and there, frowning at the crowd. Jeez were they obnoxious. He probably could have done something about it, but they were moving on anyway. Mukade's appearance prompted an eyebrow raise from Scoria, but no real surprise. He had seen the creature at the wedding, had he not? "Hello to you too." Tongue of Nature was nice. Ah, but they were heading towards the dragon. Scoria didn't have nearly as fancy a ride, seeing as Alraune had leapt on top of the Ice Golem and decided it was her sole property ("Get your own ride!"), so Scoria flicked his hands and abused Spellwalk to summon a Terracotta Soldier. This thing was about as slow as slow could be, traveling at about 2.5 miles an hour, but the changes to the cooldowns and cast times of Glacial Field made it much harder to skate his way through life. So Scoria pointed and hopped on the soldier's shoulders and head, sitting on top of the creature as it slowly moved forward behind Caer.

He realized pretty quickly that wasn't exactly going to work, as the soldier shattered at the first thing that had to be stepped over, so he instead ran alongside Caer and Mukade, tinkering with the device in his hands and adjusting its proportions. His eyes turned up to glance at the insect-wolfhair duo as he inquired about her health. "Have you been well?" The object in his hands was starting to resemble a pair of gloves with no fingers as he worked. Dragons though? This should be interesting. He had never seen a dragon.

Druid

@dindeen

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465 words HP 100%		Pet: Foreman Mukade IX MP 100%
“GREAT COW INNARDS!” was the centipede’s take on swearing, “YOU CAN SPEAK THE LANGUAGE!” Now Scoria-sempai had Mukade-kouhai’s attention; whether that as a good or bad development, the druid would have to decide based on what would transpire next. “Are you also an animal trainer? How did you learn The Language?” Mukade IX asked the druid as they walked on, “DO YOU LIKE CAKE?!” That was probably one question that the elite creature should not have asked the scowling adventurer... or Scoria could simply introduce Mukade to the wonder that is pie. Meanwhile, Caerbannog had taken to looking around her without really caring for the destination. Avon had been a rather dreary place whenever she was there. Wardens were stuck up pricks based on what she experienced; maybe they needed to play a drinking game. But now Avon was exciting! Burning people! Burning houses! Dwaaaaaaagons! Or just one dwagon. Once the group reached burning village, with the samurai having been too distracted by the sights and sounds to answer whatever it was that the druid asked, it became apparent that there was only one creature aflight. And it was throwing a tantrum. “ROAAAAAR! ROAR! ROOOOOOOOOOOOAR!” was what Caerbannog heard until a light bulb was flicked on in her brain, and so she put Tongue of Nature to good use. “Making fun of us huh!? We’re just overgrown lizards huh!?” the dwagon alighted on one of the rooftops and took a swig from a bottle that dangled from a leather strap around its neck. The creature then used its Fierce Roar to send out a loud and powerful burp that smelled strangely of alcohol, which in turn made the already burning houses burn even faster. What a cheap way to “breathe fire”. “Who’s laughing now? I know I am! MUAHAHAHAHA!” the dwagon let out a laugh and breathed more alcohol onto the burning houses, “Serves you two-legged freaks right! Wyverns are dragons too!” This was all interesting to Caerbannog, but not so much to Foreman Mukade IX. The centipede could not exactly see what was going on, but he sure felt uncomfortable amidst the burning village. Moreover, he did not like how the wyvern sounded at all. “Excuse me, Overgrown Lizard,” Mukade interjected, “But if you could please enlighten us as to how the current situation escalated to this level of seriousness, that would be most pleasant.” The Level 30 elite centipede just called the Level 50 wyvern an “overgrown lizard”. In retaliation, the wyvern took flight and landed on a rooftop that was closer to the pair of adventurers. “I see no reason to enlighten an overgrown worm in the company of a two-legged freak, a dwarf...” the wyvern said and then it took a quick glance at Alraune, “And a salad.” Oh no he didn’t.

[Scoria]

Of course he could speak the language. What self-respecting Druid couldn't speak the language of his familiars? Probably all of them. Good thing Scoria was not a self-respecting Druid. "I learned it thanks to her." Scoria gestured up at Alraune, being a little sneaky in not explaining that he picked up the skill just to talk to his familiars. A waste of a skill slot? Maybe. Maybe not. He scoffed as he glanced at the centipede, shaking his head. "I'm no animal trainer. And pie is infinitely better. Here..." Scoria dug through his inventory and pulled out some of the lemon pie he had been saving, handing the centipede a piece. Could centipedes even eat pies? Who knew.

Scoria's eyes alighted on the fire and his thoughts were cut short, beginning the cast time for Call Storm.. Alraune would be safe on the Ice Golem, but she was unnerved as well, releasing pollen instinctively to help herself. "I don't want to be here..." "You can go back if you want." "...No. Auntie is here." Alraune glanced at Caerbannog and steeled herself, taking in a deep breath and preparing to face her fear. That was... kind of sweet. Or stubborn. Your pick. Scoria didn't mind either way, she could make her own decisions. He'd do his best to keep her safe whatever she picked. As for this oversized rat... Call Storm. Rain clouds gathered overhead rapidly, showering the area in rain and forcing the flames to die down. Scoria's scowl was unmistakable.

But Caer wanted to catch the creature. Tame it. So Scoria couldn't really kill the beast, and he wasn't inclined to do so anyway. Was taming like pokemon though? If Scoria applied status effects and weakened the beast, it'd be easier to tame? Who knew. The creature could fly, which was to be expected, and Scoria had no problems being called a two-legged freak, but it was kind of rude to call Caer a dwarf and... well, Alraune was no salad. Speaking of salads... "Good afternoon, sir. I'd like an apology for that rude comment just now." Call Storm made the creature weak to all elemental attacks except earth, but Scoria wasn't interested in a fight. He prepared the cast sequence for yet another spell, abusing Spellwalk, but his focus was on finalizing these wire mesh gloves he was creating. Tweaking and turning the gloves around, he slipped the objects onto his hands for a size check. Pretty good. He just had to click the circuits closed, and once that was done... Nothing. Of course. That wasn't the point. The point was summoning a Mana Fragment and grabbing hold of it, then watching it dissipate slowly. Not nearly as fast as normal. A good start.

The flying rat would probably be upset, but Scoria didn't really care. The flames were fizzing out as they spoke. Scoria would just keep the rat in the city and that was all. He didn't know how to tame creatures. Even Alraune barely listened to him. Speaking of which, the 'salad' was standing tall on top of the golem, spreading her pollen about the area rapidly. Perks of having evolved to a Tier 2 familiar, perhaps. The rat wasn't going anywhere fast. Maybe slowly.

Druid

@dindeen

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655 words HP 100%		Pet: Foreman Mukade IX MP 100%
“A consistency that’s quite different from cake...” was the centipede’s reaction to pie, “I don’t quite know how to explain it, but I do like it!” Foreman Mukade IX was caught in a dilemma: cake or pie? Which one was better? But that dilemma was soon put on the backseat when the wyvern began to scream out his woes. Maybe it was Mukade’s fault for insulting the wyvern, but it sure was very rude of the overgrown lizard to include the centipede’s companions. Caerbannog frowned at being called a dwarf, and she frowned even more when Alraune was referred to as a salad. That’s it. This wyvern was going down. The samurai brought up her interface and “released” Hyzenthlay, the enemic buster, who had been living a quiet life in the vegetable farm at the personal estate of the couple. Quiet depending on the circumstances though... for every so often the rabbit chased out intruders in the most violent of ways; something that Hrairoo had come to accept as well as his fate of being Hyzen’s “waifu”. Hyzenthlay merely twitched her ears when she lost her direct connection to Caerbannog, but her memories were enough and living in a farm was so much better than being in the Greatwoods anyway. She had free food and a roof over her head; much better than living in a cold log especially during winter. Hyzen did hope, however, that Caer would not “tame” another weirdo like Foreman Mukade IX; too bad wishes don’t grow on trees. “I’m not taking orders from freaks!” the wyvern roared at Scoria, “You and your scalelessness and disgusting strands on your bulbous heads and your screeching younglings! I can’t stand it!” Before the creature could say any more, a grey cloud rolled in and it emptied its contents into the burning village. The tongues of flame began to die down, and the wyvern would have none of it. It took flight, albeit with heavy wings, and used Gale Force on the houses that still burned. A futile attempt at fanning the flames; no matter how much he beat his wings at the flames, the rainwater was still able to douse them. After a while, the wyvern felt too exhausted to remain airborne and so he turned his sight to the freaks on the ground. “If I can’t destroy this village,” the wyvern then let out a Fierce Roar right at the little group in front of him, “Then I’ll just destroy YOU!” A single pebble hit the wyvern’s face. He closed his mouth and looked around for whoever it was that had the gall to throw anything at him. Another pebble hit his face. “Who the hell?! Oh-“ the creature looked down at the pink humanoid that, without him noticing, had slid off the centipede’s back, “The dwarf.” Another pebble to the face. “Stop that!” Pebble. “Stop it!” To. “I MEAN IT!” The. “That’s it! I’m tearing you to a million pieces!” Face. “GRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWR!” The wyvern charged in, slowly due to Alraune’s cloud of doom, but something soft and squishy instead hit his face. “W-what is this?” the creature blinked and licked at the delicious-tasting Ice Cream Cake that Caerbannog had thrown at it. The cake took effect and he was left rather confused for he felt less, well, assholish, “What did you do? Was that an at-“ “CAKE!” came the centipede’s battle cry as he Bulldozed the wyvern to the ground. Foreman Mukade IX did not even care for the difference in levels. All he wanted was cake. And cake he did have as the centipede used his gaping maw and all his appendages to take every piece of cake that remained on the wyvern. What was left on the ground was a writhing mess of a once-great creature with its back flat to the ground and its two legs flailing up in the air. “Help! I’ve fallen and I can’t get up!” the wyvern cried.

[Scoria]

He liked pie, huh? Good. Brownie points for you, Mukade. Caer was frowning at the comments of the wyvern though, which could only be a bad thing. From what Scoria saw, she didn't really frown that much. Not like that. Hmm. Well, he hadn't seen her in a while so who was he to make any assumptions. The important thing here was that this dwagon thought Scoria was giving out orders. Hadn't he just asked politely? The Druid stared up at his last post and squinted. A polite request for sure, very uncharacteristic of Scoria. In other words, this dwagon was a pompous buttface. "Funny, seeing how much you're screeching. Notice me, notice me, I'm sooooo lonely~!" Scoria scowled up at the wyvern and approached the final moments of casting Storm Shackle, but it seemed like Kyuu had other plans. Alright. He let the spell dissipate and fizz out, watching in mild amusement as the wyvern got a cake to the face, followed by the abrupt tackle of Mukade. That guy really liked cake, huh? Well, it seemed like Scoria wasn't really needed. The Ice Golem seemed to vibrate, laughing to itself quietly, and Alraune had a massive smirk on her face. Sucker.

Just kidding, Scoria always poked his nose into other people's business. He scooted forward and cast Terracotta Soldier, summoning the rather heavy soldier right on the wyvern's wing, pinning it to the ground. Since the soldier only moved if Scoria pointed, he just avoided pointing and went back to fiddling with his wire mesh gloves. The Druid picked some of the wire pieces up and adjusted them so they created a more even mesh, pulling more wire out of his pockets to create a tighter mesh around his hand, adjusting and tweaking here and there. The motions were somewhat precise, as though he was creating some sort of field, oddly methodical. There wasn't much to explain besides him twisting the wires around here and there, squinting and calculating, then twisting more and trying to apply some sort of mathematical physics modeling scientific nonsense to something that was magical. Maaaaagic. Yeah. At any rate, Scoria adjusted it once more and slipped some cloth over the mesh, creating a fragment once more and holding it with his bare fingers. Didn't vanish. Alright then. Progress. Mostly out of spite, Scoria grabbed the mana fragment tightly and then threw it at the wyvern. Punk.

Druid

@dindeen

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500 words HP 100%		Pet: Foreman Mukade IX MP 100%
Isn’t that great? The wyvern seemed to be having a lot of fun with Mukade and the terracotta soldier. Oh? What was that? Cries of pain? Demands to stop this humiliation? Caerbannog could hear nothing of that sort. She only focused on the happy pile of monsters in front of her. The samurai hopped and skipped to the fallen wyvern’s side, sat down on the ground and amusedly swung her upper body back and forth. “Isn’t this fun?” “Get your overgrown worm off of me!” “I just love Mukade’s happy face.” “AAA! My wing! Go away! AWAY!” “Wyvern-chwan seems to be enjoying it too!” “You’re insane. INSANE! ALL OF YOU!” The wyvern’s random rolling and flailing paid off at some point. Foreman Mukade IX became disinterested with him due to the lack of cake, and the terracotta soldier could only pin down part of the winged creature. With the centipede’s back turned to him, the wyvern struggled away from the heavy soldier and tried to lunge at the blind Mukade but a hand quickly rammed up to the side of the wyvern’s neck and pinned him to the ground again. But this time, it was not a centipede or a soldier made of earth. “I don’t think you understand the situation,” Caerbannog glowered; her face right up against the wyvern’s maw, “I can break your legs. I can destroy your wings. I can rip you head off of your body.” For added effect, the samurai toggled on the tamer skill “Pacify”; her target felt a frightening feeling well up within him. While Pacify did not normally instill fear in the hearts of the creatures of Elder Tale, the wyvern reacted to the changes around him and to the unfamiliar feeling of “friendliness” in a very negative way. The little pink dwarf suddenly, to his eyes, became a dangerous bear and her overgrown worm looked that much more frightful. “Who are you?” the frightened beast then turned to look at Scoria, “WHAT are you?!” Perhaps that was a valid question. It was possible that the wyvern had never encountered adventurers before. Though people like Scoria and Caerbannog seemed just like the other two-legged freaks that wyverns encountered, their skills and capabilities were much better than landers of the same classes and levels. “We are two-legged freaks, just as you said,” the tamer tightened her grip on the side of the wyvern’s neck, “And you will become my companion for all my two-legged freak adventures.” “You must truly be insa- ACK! HAAAAAAAAARGH!” the wyvern was about to say something run again but Caerbannog gripped his neck enough for his windpipe to almost be crushed, “Oh-AAAACCCCK!” “Hmm? You were saying?” the samurai loosened her hold a bit. “OKAY! I will accompany you!” the creature finally agreed while Mukade snickered in the background. Even though it was not completely consensual, Caerbannog domesticized the defeated wyvern anyway. He had called her a “dwarf” and she wanted to make sure that he would pay for it. With his body.

[Scoria]

Scoria's eyes gleamed, lit with the same crimson flames that had scorched the earth moments before. This was definitely fun. Alraune looked a little concerned at first, but one look at the wreckage convinced her otherwise, and she harumped, satisfied. Insane was right. Caerbannog had some monstrous strength to back her up and an almost lackadaisical attitude that was scary at times, while Scoria was just plain... Scoria. His hand raised up quickly in preparation to cast Storm Shackle as the wyvern broke free (more like was released by Mukade) from its prison, but our lovely heroine was faster. And far more intimidating.

Aaaah, Scoria could hear the fear. He glared at the wyvern and scoffed. Freaks they were. Scoria wasn't about to let Storm Shackle fizzle again, so he gestured towards a nearby house and kinda ripped the rubble up and to the side, throwing trash aside with Storm Shackle as a show of strength. That was probably valid. Was taming creatures always that easy? Scoria glanced at the wyvern and at Caer, then shrugged. Kyuu was probably just a grade-a badass. Scoria could see that being the case. Glancing up at Alraune, he gestured at the village. "Check for survivors, yeah?" Scoria didn't quite know if anyone was left, but he wasn't going to be leaving people stuck underneath houses for no good reason. It seemed that the dwagon had been tamed, more or less, but it wasn't quite over until he was certain there weren't Landers dying.

Speaking of dying, he picked up a lamp from his inventory and tried to pass mana into it, only to see the light source dying. Yup. That worked. The trick wasn't quite over yet though. Fiddling around with the way the wire mesh was created, he slipped one of his Magitech Inductor bands into the curls of the fingerless gloves, scratching his chin and fidgeting around with the way everything was aligned. It sounded silly, but he wrapped some of the diode wires and coils around the Inductor, then wrapped that back up the length of the gloves, tossing some mana in with his hands and noting how it sorta bunched up and reflected back a little bit. The lamp in his hand flickered to life, but maybe that was because he was a huge cheating cheater. Time for a test subject. "Kyuu, I have an invention I want you to test." He pulled the wire mesh gloves off his hands, handing her the Inductor-Gloves combo and the Mana-Powered Lamp. "See if you can use that ring at the front of the gloves to power the lamp, please?" Pretty simple idea, sort of. Mana wouldn't flow through the gloves, but if it was sent into the Inductor and channeled towards the lamp, then the lamp could still be powered. And other good things like that. Maybe it'd work, maybe it wouldn't. He was inventing. Meanwhile, Ice Golem-senpai and Alraune didn't see much in the way of Landers around, so that worked out well enough.

Druid

@dindeen

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365 words HP 100%		Pet: Foreman Mukade IX MP 100%
Although she no longer gripped his neck tightly enough to choke him, Caerbannog still held onto the wyvern until his information showed up in her interface. Level 50 Wyvern of the Grey Earth, an earth elemental dragon which meant that it sucked against wind attacks. Ironically, one of its moves was Gale Force which dealt wind damage, albeit slightly. As she warily let go of the wyvern, she wondered if it ever got hurt by its own attack; that would be funny, she thought. At the same time, she knew that keeping the wyvern around would be quite a challenge for her. Unlike Hyzenthlay who had a sense of loyalty and Mukade who was genuinely curious and liked bipedal meat babies, the wyvern loathed adventurers and landers alike. Then again, it was probably an emo dwagon who hated the world. “GRR! GRR! I HATE THIS!” the wyvern stomped around while Scoria’s underlings looked for survivors, “I HATE YOU! I HATE EVERYONE!” The samurai blinked a few times at the raging wyvern. It was not doing anything particularly destructive, probably due to the effect of Domesticize, but it sure was loud and mean! Meanwhile, Foreman Mukade IX had burrowed into the ground and followed the forest sprite and the ice golem with the intention of helping them with whatever. As the wyvern complained some more, Scoria asked Caerbannog’s assistance on something. Oh! Perfect distraction! “Okidoki, Hourai-kun!” the wolf-hair excitedly hopped to the druid’s side and put on the stuffy glove. It kind of looked like one of those mad scientist inventions; pretty simple at first glance but if you looked hard enough, the amount of wires and coils and things would make your brain explode. So Caerbannog did not look too hard at the thing; she just touched the lamp as instructed. At first, there was no reaction but since it was a mana-powered lamp, the wolf-hair soon sent mana from her hand (duh!) and through the coils and contraptions which went through the glove. Light flickered a bit until the mana flow stabilized, and then the lamp glowed brightly. “Idea!” the samurai suddenly had one; with her free hand, she then pointed to the wyvern, “I’ll call you Beech!”

[Scoria]

Scoria nodded in appreciation and muttered a 'thanks' under his breath, staring down the dwagon and squinting. Everyone liked something. He had yet to meet someone who didn't have something they liked or enjoyed. Not anyone who was so violent and vigorous about hating everything and everyone anyway. Scoria approached the wyvern and cocked his head to the side, keeping one eye on the invention in Caerbannog's hands. "Okay. What do you like? I like pie." Scoria continued to stare down the wyvern as Alraune and the Ice Golem continued their search, digging through each house in turn, starting from the far end of the town and moving backwards. It wasn't a particularly large village anyway, so it wasn't as though they'd be there all day.

The glow of the lamp in Scoria's peripherals brought a gleam of interest to his eyes. So it worked. Almost as if the lightbulb lighting up was a signal that she had an idea, Caerbannog came up with a surprisingly fitting name for the dwagon. Beech. Ohohoh. Scoria snorted softly under his breath and waited for the light to dim down in the lamp before adjusting the one glove he still had on him, making a few corrections here and there. By seeing Kyuu use the device, it was easier to be removed from his own invention and spot the 'weak parts', so to speak. Less emotional attachment and investment. A touch and prick here and there, twisting the wires around and snapping them together before gesturing to the lamp and sending his mana through the coils. The feedback and resonance was working well enough and, since he made the lamp himself, he generally knew its properties. He just had to find the right wavelength and direction. Huffing slightly, the Druid swapped his focus from the wyvern to the lamp and back again repeatedly, making small adjustments before finally watching the lamp glow again rapidly. Ah, he had done it. Perfect. Tugging the other glove off and watching the lamp dim again as a result, he handed over the other of two gloves to his Samurai partner. "Thanks for your help. They're yours." Scoria's head tilted and his eyes crinkled very slightly, almost as though he was smiling. But he wouldn't do that, so he just went right back to staring down this dwagon. Alraune and Ice Golem-senpai in the background slowly ground their way through more houses, not quite finding anybody, alive or dead.

Druid

@dindeen

[Deleted]

325 words HP 100%		Pet: Foreman Mukade IX MP 100%
If the wyvern had eyebrows, he would have raised one at the druid. The two-legged, wingless freak was rather gutsy, the creature thought. Unlike Caerbannog, Scoria was -NOT- the wyvern’s tamer so who was HE to ask questions, huh? “I like hearing the screams of terrified freaks and their younglings!” the wyvern huffed and then he grinned as widely as any wyvern could. Behind the haughty front, the wyvern was actually confused. What did he like? What did HE like? Certainly not pie; he did not even know what that was. He did not like the pink dwarf or the giant worm. He did not like salad. He did not like golems. Or ice. Or ice golems. He did not like the tall two-legged freak who asked him that confusing question. But that question bugged him to no end! What did he like?! “- BEECH!” yelled the samurai. “THAT IS NOT MY NAME!” the wyvern turned to his tamer and growled at her, “I have a name! It is- Yeah, that’s what happens when dragons speak in their own language. The world falls apart. “I don’t know what you just said... but I don’t like the way you said it!” Caerbannog had thought about kicking the wyvern’s teeth in, but her demeanor changed completely when Scoria said that she could keep the contraption, “YAY!” She immediately found a good use for the item. The wolf-hair walked up to Beech and gave him a Beech Slap, courtesy of the druid’s invention. “What do we have here?” Foreman Mukade IX emerged from the ground; he found no survivors or bodies either. The landers seemed to have been fortunate enough to be able to run away before the village was consumed by fire; but that was none of the centipede’s concern. He poked and prodded his tamer until the samurai placed the glove on one of his appendages, which he then aptly used to Beech Slap the wyvern as well.

[Scoria]

Oh, he liked hearing the screams of younglings? Scoria did too. In fact, he decided he'd invite Beech on a special expedition to hear the screams of the young. "That can be arranged." Scoria tilted his head and looked at the wyvern like it was no big deal. Hearing voices scream as they burned alive was a lovely sound, after all. Almost as good as pie. How could anyone dislike pie? Scoria glanced over at Caerbannog, then back at Beech. "I wonder where we might find some young wyverns and dragons to scare and burn alive." Scoria's voice took a deadpan as he glared at Beech, words threatening, tone neutral. It was a little scary if you didn't know that he was kidding. Hopefully Kyuu did. He was throwing a fit about his name now though so-

Oh gawd.

Scoria cringed visibly. What the heck was that? Well, Caer seemed happy to get a present (and Scoria was secretly happy to see it), although perhaps her usage of the device as a slapping tool wasn't the intended use. He wasn't one to complain though. Scoria's Ice Golem and Alraune seemed to be finishing up their rounds, not really finding anyone left behind. That was good, no one dead (or maybe Landers vanished when killed). Mukade's arrival and subsequent slappage of the wyvern called out a soft snorting noise from Scoria, only to abruptly stop and cough as Alraune leapt for the wyvern. Now that the creature was on the ground and everything was not on fire, the forest sprite returned to her precocious and frankly reckless attitude, starting with hugging the wyvern around the neck and attempting to rub her check against its massive face. "You're so cuuuuuuute!" Scoria raised his hand briefly before letting it fall back down. Not much he could do about that. The Ice Golem was pacing in the background as Scoria tried to think of what he wanted to do next. He wasn't quite sure and pretty done researching, so maybe he'd just harass this wyvern some more. The dwagon was Caer's pet now, so he wouldn't be too mean. A thought occurred to him. "Have you ever -had- pie?" A little tired of standing, the Druid summoned a Terracotta Soldier and hopped up on it to rest his legs. If Kyuu wanted a seat, she'd probably sit on the wyvern. The image was pretty funny, he had to admit.

Druid

@dindeen

[Deleted]

300 words HP 100%		Pet: Foreman Mukade IX MP 100%
Due to having been confused by the druid’s question, Beech had been unable to respond to his threat regarding wyvern and dwagon younglings. Caerbannog had missed the conversation altogether which was probably for the best, otherwise the samurai might have gone on with a new adventure to find baby dwagons. Instead, she stuck around to teach the wyvern Beech a lesson on... not annoying his tamer? Yeah, let’s go with that. To add to the poow dwagon’s torture, Mukade also took to slapping him and the salad dangled from his neck. “I do not care for pie,” Beech screamed, “I do not care for freaks like you!” Another slap to the face made the wyvern shut up courtesy of Foreman Mukade IX. “Let’s go, Beech,” Caerbannog poked the wyvern’s side and expected him to drop down lower to the ground so that she could hop onto his back. No luck. The wyvern merely stared at the tamer because his patience, or whatever was left of it, was slowly drained away by the presence of the dangling salad. But the samurai would not be denied. She poked the wyvern’s side but it did not budge at all. So the tamer circled over to Beech’s tail, climbed onto its lowest part and slowly crawled up to the wyvern’s back. Success! The samurai pointed to Avon and triumphantly yelled- “TO WAAAR!” Now, Caerbannog was not really meaning to go to war but she thought that it was a good phrase to yell due to the circumstances. Maybe an adult ought to reprimand her. As for Beech, he did not like having anything on his back but if they were really going to war, then he was all for it. The wyvern spread his “arms” and let out a mighty roar, then he began to beat the air with his leathery wings.

[Scoria]

Awww he had been ignored. That was kind of sad. Probably for the best though. Still, how could he not like pie? The freak here was clearly this wyvern, and Scoria scoffed and turned his head in disappointment. It was pie. Ugh. The wyvern's wording made Scoria curious of something. Did the wyvern also not care for green eggs and ham? The Druid squinted at the dwagon, with a 'salad' hanging off its neck and clear abuse occurring from Mukade. That centipede was one cool dude. Caer seemed busy poking the Green Eggs Hater, so Scoria wasn't really sure what to do anymore. Oh wait he had an idea. He focused his hands in front of him and quickly summoned a few mana fragments, twisting them together in his hands to create an Elemental Bauble. Tapping over to Alraune, he lifted her up on the wyvern's back so she wouldn't fall off suddenly. "Hold onto this for me."

Alraune kinda stared at the orb for a second and then reared back, as if to throw it like a softball. She stopped, however, and scooted backwards towards the incoming Caer, planting herself firmly on top of the wyvern. She was fairly light (and so too was Caer, probably), so it shouldn't have been too much of a problem for a great big dwagon. To War? Sounded like a great idea. With Alraune having found a new spot, Scoria hopped up his golem's legs and stood on top of its 1 meter tall body, feeling a little silly. But hey, they were going to war and Scoria needed a steed. This golem would do. He pointed towards Avon as well, glancing over at his forest sprite and Caerbannog. Hopefully no one fell off. Alraune, meanwhile, was letting out small squeals of excitement as they gained a bit of lift. She was flying! Her eyes sparkled with excitement, giggling madly. It seemed like the adventure was starting to come to an end though.

Druid

@dindeen

[Deleted]

265 words HP 100%		Pet: Foreman Mukade IX MP 100%
And fly, they did. The wyvern lifted up and off the ground towards the vast expanse above them. His leathery wings were no longer heavy; Foreman Mukade IX remained grounded so he decided to follow the druid and the ice golem. “Do you have any more of that delicious pie?” the centipede boldly asked Scoria. Mayhaps that was too familiar of him, but Mukade was not one to shy away from the prospect of having a good meal. Whether it be crag cows, spiders, cake or pie, it would do. The latter two were preferable to him. After having been out of his cave, the centipede no longer wanted to return to the solitary life with nothing but his next meal for company. Beech was an entirely different matter; the wyvern only went along with Caerbannog due to her show of power, and perhaps at a moment of weakness by his tamer, the airborne beast would ditch her. At the moment though, they were going to war! -that is, until the samurai shifted her weight and directed the wyvern away from Avon. Soon they found themselves above the road to Londinium. Beech cursed under his breath but he was also terrified of what bones the samurai might break if he tried to throw her off, so for the mean time, he played along. Thus, their adventure came to an end; only the familiar lands of the Greatwoods and Londinium were ahead of them. Not quite familiar to the wyvern just yet, but he’ll soon have to learn to adjust to his life as Caerbannog’s Beech.