Thimbleweed
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"Once I'm free, Azoth...you're mine..."
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Energy: 49/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Lightning.
Male Imperial
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Length
28.77 m
Wingspan
24.35 m
Weight
7684.6 kg
Genetics
Algae
Cherub
Cherub
Lead
Toxin
Toxin
Cyan
Underbelly
Underbelly
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Imperial
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
6
AGI
6
DEF
6
QCK
5
INT
8
VIT
8
MND
6
Lineage
Parents
Offspring
Biography
{Quote is a w.i.p.}
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Thimbleweed, Part 1, Volume II
Journey to the souls.
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Thimbleweed, Part 1, Volume II
Journey to the souls.
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Continued from Armin Part 3
Three shapes flew close to one another. The white and black Nocturne took the lead as two dark Spirals twisted behind. Over canyons, bunches of cacti, and were careful enough to avoid any watching eyes of harpies. The farther they ventured, the darker the gold and pink sky grew, and the thicker the clouds just ahead became.
Bubbles shuddered the entire flight. The young spotted Spiral tried sidling closer to Dewlap, but the old Nocturne gave him a look and Bubbles darted back to Sylvester’s side. The older Spiral greeted him with a big smile and his aqua eyes sparked.
“How much further do you think, Dewlap?” Sylvester called ahead.
“From what Cog described,” Dewlap replied gruffly, “we should make it by tomorrow morning if we keep this pace. But we’ll need to find somewhere to land for rest, soon,” he added, turning his head this way and that.
“S-sounds like a p-plan,” shivered Bubbles, clinging to Sylvester. He froze a sudden bright flash lit the sky. He slowed and when Dewlap and Sylvester flew on, Bubbles tried to turn back, but a sudden deep rumble sounded from everywhere, causing him to yelp and dart back to the others.
Thick, black clouds crowded the sky by the time they landed. While Sylvester and Dewlap readied for rest, Bubbles trembled and flinched at every flash of lightning and crack of thunder.
“I-isn’t it a b-b-bad idea to sleep out in th-the open like this?” Bubbles asked. Oh why did his armour have to be made of metal?
“Have you forgotten who you’re with, dear boy?” Sylvester teased, flashing him a smile. “Why, the greatest wizard and magician you’ve ever laid a pair of eyes on! Besides, our combined magic is keeping us all safe from being horribly fried.” He didn’t seem to notice Bubbles shiver more at this comment.
“Speaking of fried...” Dewlap started, his voice crackling with irritation. “I suppose it would be pointless to start a fire since somedrake forgot to bring the food he was assigned,” he finished, eyeing Sylvester.
“Oh!” the dark Spiral chuckled. “Guess I did...but,” he continued, turning around to face Bubbles as he reached into his coat. “Why don’t we play a bit of cards, first?” he asked, fanning out the deck before him.
“This isn’t the time for games,” snarled Dewlap.
“Just one card?” Sylvester encouraged Bubbles.
The young Spiral glanced nervously from one old drake to the other. Gulping, he reached for a single card and drew it close. Sylvester instructed him to read what it said, and he did.
“’Roasted Squirrel’?” Bubbles wondered in confusion. A moment later, he startled as the card in his shaking claws vanished in a little flash and was replaced with the warm morsel, stripped of its fur.
“Now you try!” Sylvester exclaimed to Dewlap, holding out the deck.
Dewlap hesitantly slid one card from its place while eyeing Sylvester curiously. He read its words aloud. “’Dried Bat’.” In a flash, the card disappeared and the food was in his pale claws.
“How fitting!” Sylvester joked.
“Alright, smartscales,” Dewlap replied snidely with a grin, “let’s see what you get.”
“Oh yes, I’d love to see what’s next!”
The three nearly leaped out of their own scales at the strange voice, and they hadn’t noticed the large green and black shape that had now seated itself just near them until he had spoken. They were certain they hadn’t seen nor heard him fly close, either.
“Quite the little trick you’ve packed there,” the stranger said as the three smaller dragons marvelled at the sight.
He was an Imperial, and once Dewlap realized that, he wished for nothing more than to disappear, but he stayed put with the others. The stranger was dressed in a rich green coat that he wore over an old black shirt and trousers. He donned a dark hat over his matted mane, and the spots on his wings and in his hair seemed to dance before their very eyes.
Sylvester leaned forward, his large eyes stretching wide. “Who are you?”
“I’m Thimbleweed,” the Imperial introduced himself, tipping his hat. “And it seems that you’ve decided to set up camp in my part of this desert,” he added with a grin.
“W-we’re s-s-so sorry,” Bubbles chattered, grabbing Dewlap and Sylvester by their paws to drag them away, but they wouldn’t budge. “We were j-just leaving!”
“Now why would you want to do that for?” Thimbleweed wondered with a hint of amusement in his voice. “You’re headed for the Underworld, are you not?”
“How did you know that?” Dewlap growled.
“I know dragons with purpose when I see them,” the Imperial smiled. “And not many brave dragons wander this way unless they’re going to Glaw’s fortress.”
“That’s exactly where we’re going!” Sylvester exclaimed.
“Vester!” Dewlap hissed.
Sylvester gave him a sheepish look and he shrugged. “Maybe he can help us.”
“That’s exactly what I’m here for!” Thimbleweed boomed jovially as a roll of thunder rumbled behind them.
“Why do you want to help us?” Dewlap asked, lowering his voice dangerously and narrowing his pale eyes. “What if that’s where you’re from?”
“I assure you, I am not,” Thimbleweed replied, his smile stretching, “otherwise I would’ve taken your own souls already.” He paused when the other dragons stiffened. “But something tells me you three aren’t headed there to partake in their trades. You're on a rescue mission, aren't you? And it would be most unfortunate if Lord Glaw or his workers got their paws on you without any protection...”
Bubbles ceased pulling Sylvester and Dewlap and turned to face the Imperial. “M-maybe we should trust him...”
But something was still gnawing at Dewlap. “How come you can’t save them, yourself?” he asked the green dragon.
“See this?” Thimbleweed said, lifting his scarf and revealing an iron band around his neck. The others squinted, and they could just make out faint burns around the edges where the metal met the Imperial’s scales. “This piece of scrap prevents me from using enough magic to save those trapped at Glaw’s fortress. I can’t change my size and sneak in, cause any form of distraction or gather the poor things while nodrake’s looking...” he trailed off, his eyes lighting up as he peered down to them. “But I can help you! I can perform a little spell to protect you.”
“Let’s do it!” Bubbled shrilled, lunging forward, before he was stopped by Dewlap.
“Wait—what kind of spell?” the old Nocturne asked up the Thimbleweed.
The Imperial leaned down so he could whisper in Sylvester’s ear, though he spoke aloud so Dewlap could hear him. “He’s certainly got some trust issues, hasn’t he?” He caught the scowl on the pale dragon’s face and he chuckled, raising his head again. “It’s just a spell to ensure that your souls will not be captured by Glaw or his dragons. Surely somedrake mentioned that detail to you already?”
The three exchanged solemn glances together. Dewlap, Sylvester and Bubbles recalled what Cog had informed them about the terrible things going on where the little brown Fae had escaped from. What they thought suspicious was that Cog refused to say just how he escaped, as he’d get a faraway and dreamlike look to his eyes, but their doctor, Alyss, suspected it was from the Fae’s infection. What Cog had managed to tell them, before he flew into a rage, was that dragons’ very spirits were sucked from their bodies as Glaw and his army inhaled their souls and relished in the feeling of experiencing the memories of those who’d been unlucky enough to be caught, all so Glaw and his dragons could see and feel each memory, element and their powers.
Dewlap’s own emotions raged inside. He didn’t trust this Thimbleweed, but what if his stubbornness cost both his and his friends’ lives? Not to mention the countless souls that needed to be freed. And he doubted that his magic combined with Sylvester’s could match those of the Imperial, nor did he want to risk making the larger dragon angry.
He drew in a shallow breath and released it in a shaking exhale. What choice did he or any of them really have? Standing taller, Dewlap stared up to the Imperial. “All right,” he said.
“Excellent!” the green Imerial exclaimed and snapped his claws once. A tattered scroll appeared in a puff of smoke and drifted down to the other dragons, unrolling itself and revealing its words.
“I, Thimbleweed,” the big dragon recited as the others read the scroll at the same pace, “hereby make certain the following dragons are knowlegdeable of the purpose of the protection spell...” he trailed off, gesturing to them expectantly with a grin.
“We are!” Sylvester and Bubbles said exclaimed as Dewlap grumbled his response.
“And that they so kindly sign their names below to seal the spell,” Thimbleweed added, and a small vial of ink, followed by a feathered quill, darted to the Nocturne and Spirals.
Bubbles went first, shoving past the two older drakes and grabbing the quill with shaking paws. He dipped it in the vial and ink splattered in all directions as he lifted it again to the bottom of the scroll—
“Oh! Not there,” Thimbleweed chuckled. “So eager, aren’t you? But that’s not where you sign on.”
“B-but they look like lines—wait,” Bubbles said, squinting. “Are those tiny words?”
“Indeedy they are!” the Imperial shrilled before clamping his jaws shut.
“What?” snapped Dewlap, yanking the scroll from Bubbles’ grip. He, too, squinted, trying to see. “What does it s—” he cut off as the paper was torn from his grasp and it drifted up to Thimbleweed.
“It’s just a brief explanation on the spell and how it’s performed,” the Imperial said, steadying his grin and sending the scroll back down so the others could sign.
“How does it work?” Sylvester asked when they had finished.
“Like this,” Thimbleweed said, grasping the dark Spiral’s paws. Sylvester reached for Bubbles’ claws and the spotted Spiral gripped Dewlap’s. Sparks fired from Thimbleweed’s palms and Dewlap and Bubbles roared and shrieked in pain while Sylvester looked up to the Imperial in wonder.
“Wow,” Sylvester breathed, “I didn’t feel anything!”
“Shocking,” Dewlap grumbled after Thimbleweed released them. Bubbles jittered for a few moments longer.
“What happens next?” Sylvester asked.
“I believe you're ready to go gather those souls!” Thimbleweed boomed with a grin.
“That’s it?” Bubbles wondered, his body ceased shaking.
“That was the spell,” the Imperial answered.
They weren’t sure, but the three thought they saw the dark spots in his mane, beard and wings stir more wildly.
“Well,” he continued, “I do wish you three the best of luck. And thank you,” he added with a deep chuckle.
“Oooohhhhhhh...”
Bubbles yelped and leaped behind Dewlap and Sylvester. “Wh-what was th-th-that?!”
Dewlap stared hard at Thimbleweed’s mane and wings, and could swear the spots were forming forlorn faces.
“’Thank you’ for what, exactly?” the Nocturne snarled.
“Until next time,” Thimbleweed said, tipping his hat.
Another flash of lightning filled the desert, and the three raised their paws to shield their eyes. When they lowered them, they jumped back, startled.
The Imperial was gone.
“Was he a gh-gh-ghost?” Bubbles shivered.
“I don’t think he was,” Dewlap said quietly, his stomach churning.
Bubbles shuddered the entire flight. The young spotted Spiral tried sidling closer to Dewlap, but the old Nocturne gave him a look and Bubbles darted back to Sylvester’s side. The older Spiral greeted him with a big smile and his aqua eyes sparked.
“How much further do you think, Dewlap?” Sylvester called ahead.
“From what Cog described,” Dewlap replied gruffly, “we should make it by tomorrow morning if we keep this pace. But we’ll need to find somewhere to land for rest, soon,” he added, turning his head this way and that.
“S-sounds like a p-plan,” shivered Bubbles, clinging to Sylvester. He froze a sudden bright flash lit the sky. He slowed and when Dewlap and Sylvester flew on, Bubbles tried to turn back, but a sudden deep rumble sounded from everywhere, causing him to yelp and dart back to the others.
Thick, black clouds crowded the sky by the time they landed. While Sylvester and Dewlap readied for rest, Bubbles trembled and flinched at every flash of lightning and crack of thunder.
“I-isn’t it a b-b-bad idea to sleep out in th-the open like this?” Bubbles asked. Oh why did his armour have to be made of metal?
“Have you forgotten who you’re with, dear boy?” Sylvester teased, flashing him a smile. “Why, the greatest wizard and magician you’ve ever laid a pair of eyes on! Besides, our combined magic is keeping us all safe from being horribly fried.” He didn’t seem to notice Bubbles shiver more at this comment.
“Speaking of fried...” Dewlap started, his voice crackling with irritation. “I suppose it would be pointless to start a fire since somedrake forgot to bring the food he was assigned,” he finished, eyeing Sylvester.
“Oh!” the dark Spiral chuckled. “Guess I did...but,” he continued, turning around to face Bubbles as he reached into his coat. “Why don’t we play a bit of cards, first?” he asked, fanning out the deck before him.
“This isn’t the time for games,” snarled Dewlap.
“Just one card?” Sylvester encouraged Bubbles.
The young Spiral glanced nervously from one old drake to the other. Gulping, he reached for a single card and drew it close. Sylvester instructed him to read what it said, and he did.
“’Roasted Squirrel’?” Bubbles wondered in confusion. A moment later, he startled as the card in his shaking claws vanished in a little flash and was replaced with the warm morsel, stripped of its fur.
“Now you try!” Sylvester exclaimed to Dewlap, holding out the deck.
Dewlap hesitantly slid one card from its place while eyeing Sylvester curiously. He read its words aloud. “’Dried Bat’.” In a flash, the card disappeared and the food was in his pale claws.
“How fitting!” Sylvester joked.
“Alright, smartscales,” Dewlap replied snidely with a grin, “let’s see what you get.”
“Oh yes, I’d love to see what’s next!”
The three nearly leaped out of their own scales at the strange voice, and they hadn’t noticed the large green and black shape that had now seated itself just near them until he had spoken. They were certain they hadn’t seen nor heard him fly close, either.
“Quite the little trick you’ve packed there,” the stranger said as the three smaller dragons marvelled at the sight.
He was an Imperial, and once Dewlap realized that, he wished for nothing more than to disappear, but he stayed put with the others. The stranger was dressed in a rich green coat that he wore over an old black shirt and trousers. He donned a dark hat over his matted mane, and the spots on his wings and in his hair seemed to dance before their very eyes.
Sylvester leaned forward, his large eyes stretching wide. “Who are you?”
“I’m Thimbleweed,” the Imperial introduced himself, tipping his hat. “And it seems that you’ve decided to set up camp in my part of this desert,” he added with a grin.
“W-we’re s-s-so sorry,” Bubbles chattered, grabbing Dewlap and Sylvester by their paws to drag them away, but they wouldn’t budge. “We were j-just leaving!”
“Now why would you want to do that for?” Thimbleweed wondered with a hint of amusement in his voice. “You’re headed for the Underworld, are you not?”
“How did you know that?” Dewlap growled.
“I know dragons with purpose when I see them,” the Imperial smiled. “And not many brave dragons wander this way unless they’re going to Glaw’s fortress.”
“That’s exactly where we’re going!” Sylvester exclaimed.
“Vester!” Dewlap hissed.
Sylvester gave him a sheepish look and he shrugged. “Maybe he can help us.”
“That’s exactly what I’m here for!” Thimbleweed boomed jovially as a roll of thunder rumbled behind them.
“Why do you want to help us?” Dewlap asked, lowering his voice dangerously and narrowing his pale eyes. “What if that’s where you’re from?”
“I assure you, I am not,” Thimbleweed replied, his smile stretching, “otherwise I would’ve taken your own souls already.” He paused when the other dragons stiffened. “But something tells me you three aren’t headed there to partake in their trades. You're on a rescue mission, aren't you? And it would be most unfortunate if Lord Glaw or his workers got their paws on you without any protection...”
Bubbles ceased pulling Sylvester and Dewlap and turned to face the Imperial. “M-maybe we should trust him...”
But something was still gnawing at Dewlap. “How come you can’t save them, yourself?” he asked the green dragon.
“See this?” Thimbleweed said, lifting his scarf and revealing an iron band around his neck. The others squinted, and they could just make out faint burns around the edges where the metal met the Imperial’s scales. “This piece of scrap prevents me from using enough magic to save those trapped at Glaw’s fortress. I can’t change my size and sneak in, cause any form of distraction or gather the poor things while nodrake’s looking...” he trailed off, his eyes lighting up as he peered down to them. “But I can help you! I can perform a little spell to protect you.”
“Let’s do it!” Bubbled shrilled, lunging forward, before he was stopped by Dewlap.
“Wait—what kind of spell?” the old Nocturne asked up the Thimbleweed.
The Imperial leaned down so he could whisper in Sylvester’s ear, though he spoke aloud so Dewlap could hear him. “He’s certainly got some trust issues, hasn’t he?” He caught the scowl on the pale dragon’s face and he chuckled, raising his head again. “It’s just a spell to ensure that your souls will not be captured by Glaw or his dragons. Surely somedrake mentioned that detail to you already?”
The three exchanged solemn glances together. Dewlap, Sylvester and Bubbles recalled what Cog had informed them about the terrible things going on where the little brown Fae had escaped from. What they thought suspicious was that Cog refused to say just how he escaped, as he’d get a faraway and dreamlike look to his eyes, but their doctor, Alyss, suspected it was from the Fae’s infection. What Cog had managed to tell them, before he flew into a rage, was that dragons’ very spirits were sucked from their bodies as Glaw and his army inhaled their souls and relished in the feeling of experiencing the memories of those who’d been unlucky enough to be caught, all so Glaw and his dragons could see and feel each memory, element and their powers.
Dewlap’s own emotions raged inside. He didn’t trust this Thimbleweed, but what if his stubbornness cost both his and his friends’ lives? Not to mention the countless souls that needed to be freed. And he doubted that his magic combined with Sylvester’s could match those of the Imperial, nor did he want to risk making the larger dragon angry.
He drew in a shallow breath and released it in a shaking exhale. What choice did he or any of them really have? Standing taller, Dewlap stared up to the Imperial. “All right,” he said.
“Excellent!” the green Imerial exclaimed and snapped his claws once. A tattered scroll appeared in a puff of smoke and drifted down to the other dragons, unrolling itself and revealing its words.
“I, Thimbleweed,” the big dragon recited as the others read the scroll at the same pace, “hereby make certain the following dragons are knowlegdeable of the purpose of the protection spell...” he trailed off, gesturing to them expectantly with a grin.
“We are!” Sylvester and Bubbles said exclaimed as Dewlap grumbled his response.
“And that they so kindly sign their names below to seal the spell,” Thimbleweed added, and a small vial of ink, followed by a feathered quill, darted to the Nocturne and Spirals.
Bubbles went first, shoving past the two older drakes and grabbing the quill with shaking paws. He dipped it in the vial and ink splattered in all directions as he lifted it again to the bottom of the scroll—
“Oh! Not there,” Thimbleweed chuckled. “So eager, aren’t you? But that’s not where you sign on.”
“B-but they look like lines—wait,” Bubbles said, squinting. “Are those tiny words?”
“Indeedy they are!” the Imperial shrilled before clamping his jaws shut.
“What?” snapped Dewlap, yanking the scroll from Bubbles’ grip. He, too, squinted, trying to see. “What does it s—” he cut off as the paper was torn from his grasp and it drifted up to Thimbleweed.
“It’s just a brief explanation on the spell and how it’s performed,” the Imperial said, steadying his grin and sending the scroll back down so the others could sign.
“How does it work?” Sylvester asked when they had finished.
“Like this,” Thimbleweed said, grasping the dark Spiral’s paws. Sylvester reached for Bubbles’ claws and the spotted Spiral gripped Dewlap’s. Sparks fired from Thimbleweed’s palms and Dewlap and Bubbles roared and shrieked in pain while Sylvester looked up to the Imperial in wonder.
“Wow,” Sylvester breathed, “I didn’t feel anything!”
“Shocking,” Dewlap grumbled after Thimbleweed released them. Bubbles jittered for a few moments longer.
“What happens next?” Sylvester asked.
“I believe you're ready to go gather those souls!” Thimbleweed boomed with a grin.
“That’s it?” Bubbles wondered, his body ceased shaking.
“That was the spell,” the Imperial answered.
They weren’t sure, but the three thought they saw the dark spots in his mane, beard and wings stir more wildly.
“Well,” he continued, “I do wish you three the best of luck. And thank you,” he added with a deep chuckle.
“Oooohhhhhhh...”
Bubbles yelped and leaped behind Dewlap and Sylvester. “Wh-what was th-th-that?!”
Dewlap stared hard at Thimbleweed’s mane and wings, and could swear the spots were forming forlorn faces.
“’Thank you’ for what, exactly?” the Nocturne snarled.
“Until next time,” Thimbleweed said, tipping his hat.
Another flash of lightning filled the desert, and the three raised their paws to shield their eyes. When they lowered them, they jumped back, startled.
The Imperial was gone.
“Was he a gh-gh-ghost?” Bubbles shivered.
“I don’t think he was,” Dewlap said quietly, his stomach churning.
...
During the night, the three had managed to sleep below the storms, for Dewlap and Sylvester’s magic had built a shield that blocked out threats as well as the booming of the thunder. Bubbles had been the last to fall asleep, but he was also the first to wake as his body jerked.
He didn’t know what had wakened him, but he glanced over to the other two slumbering forms and wished for them to do the same. He reached to tap Dewlap’s side, before turning to Sylvester instead—but he halted, swivelling his ears. Darting away, he passed through the shield, and the breeze drifted over the others, gradually waking them.
Dewlap and Sylvester rubbed and blinked the sleep from their eyes and saw Bubbles standing a distance away. The spotted Spiral was looking over the edge of a nearby canyon, unmoving.
“Bubbles?” Sylvester wondered groggily. He and Dewlap dressed and darted over to the young Spiral. “What are you...” he trailed off when he reached Bubbles’ side, and all three pairs of pale eyes stared down into the canyon.
There, constructed into the side of the far canyon wall, a tall iron gate was open. A single dragon was being dragged inside by several others as they tried desperately to fight back. Their roars filled the canyon and drifted up to the three as they watched, trembling.
“The Underworld,” Dewlap whispered hoarsely.
During the night, the three had managed to sleep below the storms, for Dewlap and Sylvester’s magic had built a shield that blocked out threats as well as the booming of the thunder. Bubbles had been the last to fall asleep, but he was also the first to wake as his body jerked.
He didn’t know what had wakened him, but he glanced over to the other two slumbering forms and wished for them to do the same. He reached to tap Dewlap’s side, before turning to Sylvester instead—but he halted, swivelling his ears. Darting away, he passed through the shield, and the breeze drifted over the others, gradually waking them.
Dewlap and Sylvester rubbed and blinked the sleep from their eyes and saw Bubbles standing a distance away. The spotted Spiral was looking over the edge of a nearby canyon, unmoving.
“Bubbles?” Sylvester wondered groggily. He and Dewlap dressed and darted over to the young Spiral. “What are you...” he trailed off when he reached Bubbles’ side, and all three pairs of pale eyes stared down into the canyon.
There, constructed into the side of the far canyon wall, a tall iron gate was open. A single dragon was being dragged inside by several others as they tried desperately to fight back. Their roars filled the canyon and drifted up to the three as they watched, trembling.
“The Underworld,” Dewlap whispered hoarsely.
Continued in Glaw Part 1
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Thimbleweed, Part 2, Interlude
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This chapter is set during and just after Zamna/Cerith Part 1
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Thimbleweed, Part 2, Interlude
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This chapter is set during and just after Zamna/Cerith Part 1
The air was dry and crackling as lightning streaked the sky, dancing through the clouds as thunder rolled. A booming CRACK! and an Imperial zapped into view, his face creased in a hard scowl as a lone vulture tried to drift out of his way. The big dragon lifted a single claw, crackling with lightning, and the bird instantly sizzled and dropped to the desert floor, dead.
Thimbleweed glared at the charcoal carcass below. He couldn't even take a filthy scavenger's soul! Not that he wanted a buzzard's soul, but damn Azoth and Cog for binding his powers with this collar!
The Imperial's heart thundered in fury. It was this blasted collar that prevented him from collecting any more souls. Souls that he could use to become the most powerful dragon in Sornieth. A god! The dragon who would be powerful enough to replace—
He halted his thoughts with a throaty chuckle that erupted into a bellowing laugh. The shifting shadows in his mane and wings wriggled in fear the more he laughed.
He stopped and grinned to himself. For years now, the dragons of Water have been without their god. Such pitiful creatures they now were. When word spread about the Tidelord missing, this was the moment Thimbleweed dreamed of: the chance to rise in power.
But the Imperial's glee was soon snuffed. If only he weren't cursed with this collar!
For years, too, did he attempt to make deals with other dragons, to get them to release him. But they always somehow recognized him or knew who he was, and the heavy iron collar also disabled his ability to shapeshift.
And he'd been so close to grasping the souls that the wizard and his companions had rescued from Glaw. And then there was Islet...
No matter.
There was some good news, however, he thought, his smile returning.
The many souls he'd snagged before being bound with the collar were still his.
And despite the collar preventing him from leaving the Shifting Expanse, he believed he still had time to bargain with a dragon foolish enough to set him free.
And she was in this very desert right now.
Thimbleweed glared at the charcoal carcass below. He couldn't even take a filthy scavenger's soul! Not that he wanted a buzzard's soul, but damn Azoth and Cog for binding his powers with this collar!
The Imperial's heart thundered in fury. It was this blasted collar that prevented him from collecting any more souls. Souls that he could use to become the most powerful dragon in Sornieth. A god! The dragon who would be powerful enough to replace—
He halted his thoughts with a throaty chuckle that erupted into a bellowing laugh. The shifting shadows in his mane and wings wriggled in fear the more he laughed.
He stopped and grinned to himself. For years now, the dragons of Water have been without their god. Such pitiful creatures they now were. When word spread about the Tidelord missing, this was the moment Thimbleweed dreamed of: the chance to rise in power.
But the Imperial's glee was soon snuffed. If only he weren't cursed with this collar!
For years, too, did he attempt to make deals with other dragons, to get them to release him. But they always somehow recognized him or knew who he was, and the heavy iron collar also disabled his ability to shapeshift.
And he'd been so close to grasping the souls that the wizard and his companions had rescued from Glaw. And then there was Islet...
No matter.
There was some good news, however, he thought, his smile returning.
The many souls he'd snagged before being bound with the collar were still his.
And despite the collar preventing him from leaving the Shifting Expanse, he believed he still had time to bargain with a dragon foolish enough to set him free.
And she was in this very desert right now.
...
Thimbleweed ceased his speech through electric currents to Cerith, and the Imperial's laughter now echoed in his underground laboratory.
“She doesn't have a clue who I am,” he chuckled to himself. “Won't they all be surprised,” his deep voice rang with song, making the shadows on his wings and in his mane shiver. “They'll see with their own eyes how this new god came to rise!”
As he sang, he stalked the cavernous lab, passing his machines, various-sized tubes and jars, and snaking wires.
“How she believed my lies! Little Cerith, I can grant you your desires, for your wishes burn like fire.
“And I'll be free—the big bad liar!
“Just four more souls will fulfill my goal for complete control of the Sea!
“Don't you see? With no Water deity that realm is all calamity! Cerith doesn't know she's the key and Azoth will belong to me!
“Those dragons need a king—and what a king I'll be!
“They'll come running—swimming—bowing—scraping—crying—calling—
“To me,” he finished, glancing back to peer at one of the shadows on his right wing, and it squirmed under his piercing gaze.
“And there's one more thing,” Thimbleweed added, plucking the shadow from its place, and its form gradually shaped into that of a Veilspun in his palm.
“More obedient you'll be.”
Thimbleweed ceased his speech through electric currents to Cerith, and the Imperial's laughter now echoed in his underground laboratory.
“She doesn't have a clue who I am,” he chuckled to himself. “Won't they all be surprised,” his deep voice rang with song, making the shadows on his wings and in his mane shiver. “They'll see with their own eyes how this new god came to rise!”
As he sang, he stalked the cavernous lab, passing his machines, various-sized tubes and jars, and snaking wires.
“How she believed my lies! Little Cerith, I can grant you your desires, for your wishes burn like fire.
“And I'll be free—the big bad liar!
“Just four more souls will fulfill my goal for complete control of the Sea!
“Don't you see? With no Water deity that realm is all calamity! Cerith doesn't know she's the key and Azoth will belong to me!
“Those dragons need a king—and what a king I'll be!
“They'll come running—swimming—bowing—scraping—crying—calling—
“To me,” he finished, glancing back to peer at one of the shadows on his right wing, and it squirmed under his piercing gaze.
“And there's one more thing,” Thimbleweed added, plucking the shadow from its place, and its form gradually shaped into that of a Veilspun in his palm.
“More obedient you'll be.”
Continued in Murky Part 1
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