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Length
8.41 m
Wingspan
5.89 m
Weight
744.93 kg
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Dirt
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Bar
Sand
Alloy
Alloy
Robin
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Level 1 Bogsneak
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
7
AGI
6
DEF
7
QCK
7
INT
6
VIT
7
MND
6
Biography
{Quote is a w.i.p.}
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Azoth, Part 1, Volume II
No choice.
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Continued from Cog Part 1
Azoth, Part 1, Volume II
No choice.
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Continued from Cog Part 1
The chunky brown dragon slunk out of the dungeon, pushing the heavy iron door closed. Its rusted hinges squealed and slammed shut before he stalked away.
The flickering flame on the candle suddenly blew out and it tucked itself back in Azoth’s coat as he strode away from the dungeon. Torches hung from the walls as he walked by, lighting his way. He saw nor heard anydrake nearby, but still he swallowed, knowing who lay just at the other end of the hall.
When he reached the enormous stone room, Azoth paused, staring ahead to the large, dark shape standing before a crackling fireplace, with their spiked back facing him. The other dragon’s black wings were tucked at their sides, and Azoth shuddered. Sucking in a deep breath, the brown dragon stepped forward, a wide grin plastered on his face.
“You know what I just find so...intriguing?” the other dragon wondered aloud, their rumbling voice stopping Azoth. “How you keep managing to return to me without Master Cog.”
Azoth’s smile suddenly vanished, and he gulped, hoping the bigger dragon wouldn’t hear. “L-Lord Glaw,” he stammered, “I can explain—”
“Then I’m listening.”
“He’s just a stubborn one,” Azoth rambled. “His disease is corrupting his mind and getting worse by the week. He can’t be persuaded.”
The Ridgeback, Glaw, said nothing for a few moments. Slowly he turned, so he could face Azoth, and his dark eyes swallowed the cowering dragon. Stepping closer, his claws ticking against the cold ground, Glaw tutted. “Oh, this just won’t do.”
Azoth watched him stride past. “What are you going to—” he started, before he was suddenly being dragged by an invisible force, right beside Glaw. “Whoa no,” he added, struggling against the magic that bound him. “You don’t want to do this!” he shrilled as he was lifted right before the Ridgeback’s snout.
“And just why shouldn’t I taste your memories?” Glaw grinned. “You failed to bring me that insect, and now you will take his placcccce...” he hissed, stretching his jaws wide open and baring his fangs.
“I’m the only drake he’ll listen to!”
Glaw paused, eyeing him curiously. “He hasn’t listened to you yet.”
“Trust me!” Azoth sputtered. “Let me talk to him again when his illness has stopped. He will see that it’s destroying him,” he went on, his voice steadying. “And once he realizes that, he’ll have no choice but to turn to you,” he finished with a smile creeping up.
Glaw remained silent as he listened to Azoth. When the fat brown dragon finished speaking, Glaw’s smile stretched and he allowed his magic to lower Azoth back to the ground. “Perhaps you’re right,” the Ridgeback said. “Not even he can resist what I have to offer him. When next you speak with him, tell him I will not only cure his disease, but restore his body to how it was before.”
Azoth cocked one brow up to him. “You mean...turn him back into a Tundra?”
Glaw tilted his head to look down at him. “Precisely,” he chuckled. “Oh, that reminds me,” he added, his dark gaze shifting to the small bag strung around Azoth’s shoulder. “You did bring me what else I sent you for, didn’t you?”
Azoth noticed the look and followed Glaw’s eyes. Reaching for his bag, he opened the flap and dug around its contents. “It wasn’t easy,” he said, pulling out a single glass jar hidden in his large paws before handing it to the other dragon. “She was quite the fighter.”
“The best ones always are,” Glaw’s deep voice rumbled as he accepted the jar greedily. Licking his lips, he peered straight through its walls.
Inside the little jar, silent wails erupted from the ghostly jaws of the transparent form of a Tundra.
The flickering flame on the candle suddenly blew out and it tucked itself back in Azoth’s coat as he strode away from the dungeon. Torches hung from the walls as he walked by, lighting his way. He saw nor heard anydrake nearby, but still he swallowed, knowing who lay just at the other end of the hall.
When he reached the enormous stone room, Azoth paused, staring ahead to the large, dark shape standing before a crackling fireplace, with their spiked back facing him. The other dragon’s black wings were tucked at their sides, and Azoth shuddered. Sucking in a deep breath, the brown dragon stepped forward, a wide grin plastered on his face.
“You know what I just find so...intriguing?” the other dragon wondered aloud, their rumbling voice stopping Azoth. “How you keep managing to return to me without Master Cog.”
Azoth’s smile suddenly vanished, and he gulped, hoping the bigger dragon wouldn’t hear. “L-Lord Glaw,” he stammered, “I can explain—”
“Then I’m listening.”
“He’s just a stubborn one,” Azoth rambled. “His disease is corrupting his mind and getting worse by the week. He can’t be persuaded.”
The Ridgeback, Glaw, said nothing for a few moments. Slowly he turned, so he could face Azoth, and his dark eyes swallowed the cowering dragon. Stepping closer, his claws ticking against the cold ground, Glaw tutted. “Oh, this just won’t do.”
Azoth watched him stride past. “What are you going to—” he started, before he was suddenly being dragged by an invisible force, right beside Glaw. “Whoa no,” he added, struggling against the magic that bound him. “You don’t want to do this!” he shrilled as he was lifted right before the Ridgeback’s snout.
“And just why shouldn’t I taste your memories?” Glaw grinned. “You failed to bring me that insect, and now you will take his placcccce...” he hissed, stretching his jaws wide open and baring his fangs.
“I’m the only drake he’ll listen to!”
Glaw paused, eyeing him curiously. “He hasn’t listened to you yet.”
“Trust me!” Azoth sputtered. “Let me talk to him again when his illness has stopped. He will see that it’s destroying him,” he went on, his voice steadying. “And once he realizes that, he’ll have no choice but to turn to you,” he finished with a smile creeping up.
Glaw remained silent as he listened to Azoth. When the fat brown dragon finished speaking, Glaw’s smile stretched and he allowed his magic to lower Azoth back to the ground. “Perhaps you’re right,” the Ridgeback said. “Not even he can resist what I have to offer him. When next you speak with him, tell him I will not only cure his disease, but restore his body to how it was before.”
Azoth cocked one brow up to him. “You mean...turn him back into a Tundra?”
Glaw tilted his head to look down at him. “Precisely,” he chuckled. “Oh, that reminds me,” he added, his dark gaze shifting to the small bag strung around Azoth’s shoulder. “You did bring me what else I sent you for, didn’t you?”
Azoth noticed the look and followed Glaw’s eyes. Reaching for his bag, he opened the flap and dug around its contents. “It wasn’t easy,” he said, pulling out a single glass jar hidden in his large paws before handing it to the other dragon. “She was quite the fighter.”
“The best ones always are,” Glaw’s deep voice rumbled as he accepted the jar greedily. Licking his lips, he peered straight through its walls.
Inside the little jar, silent wails erupted from the ghostly jaws of the transparent form of a Tundra.
Continued in Islet, Part 1
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Azoth, Part 2, Interlude
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Azoth, Part 2, Interlude
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Continued from Islet, Part 2
Later, dark clouds smothered the sky. The two dragons had taken shelter in a small cave as thunder rolled above and around them and lightning streaked the night. Azoth had conjured a glowing green wall of magic at the mouth of the cave before starting a small fire in the centre. When he moved to the back to sit on his thick haunches, he watched as Islet spread her black wings in the warmth as they slowly began to heal. The strange green marks that lined her wings glowed softly.
“Thimbleweed shouldn't be able to find you here,” Azoth reassured her.
Islet relaxed slightly, though her aching wings trembled. “Thank you.” She then looked at him curiously. “Why did you want to work for Glaw?”
Azoth didn't seem surprised when she asked, though he heaved a sigh before answering. “The same reason other dragons follow a tyrant. I was a fool. I was scared. But I was never proud of what I did. Well, except for containing Thimbleweed,” he added with a dry chuckle. When Islet said nothing, her expression unreadable as firelight danced across her face, Azoth went on.
“When Glaw captured me with several other dragons, some refused to follow him, and...well, you can probably guess what happened to them,” he paused, shuddering. “The rest of us, myself included, chose the cowardly option and swore loyalty to him, stealing the lives of others and delivering them to him. And every time I took somedrake else's soul, I saw my own fear reflected in their faces. I told nodrake that what we were doing was wrong, not even my own brother...and I betrayed him,” Azoth finished, his voice had grown quiet.
Islet never tore her eyes from him, and she asked softly, “Do you think anydrake else shared the same thoughts you had?”
Azoth shrugged, then gave her a half-hearted smile. “No. They all seemed pretty pleased with their new powers and what they knew they could do.” He stopped, sitting up slowly as he let his gaze wander in thought. “Except for Breakingheart. She was the only one who never took a single soul or lived any of their memories, and yet...Glaw never ordered her to.”
“Why does Glaw want to live the memories of other dragons?”
“He never said, just so long as we never brought him a Water dragon as prisoner.”
“And Thimbleweed?”
Azoth couldn't stop the chuckle that escaped him. “Cog and I fashioned that collar for him together. It was meant to prevent him from stealing souls whenever he wanted, but now he's discovered that he has to form deals in order to add to his collection,” he added grimly. “One of these days he will break free from that collar, if he makes a pact with a dragon foolish enough to help him, and when he does, I don't doubt that the first dragon he'll come after is me.”
Islet still sat, unmoving as she watched and listened to him. Except for her wings, which she now tucked neatly to her sides.
“Well,” Azoth continued, “once your wings are healed, you should leave this place. As long as Thimbleweed is still bound in that collar, he's also bound to this desert. He'll never get his paws on you the sooner you go.”
Closing her eyes, Islet's paws began to glow a soft green. When she opened her eyes again, she smiled to him warmly. “Azoth,” she started as the green light trailed from her palms and snaked towards the portly dragon, “Thimbleweed will never get his paws on you, either...”
Azoth's eyes widened as the green light twisted closer, and he leapt to his feet, nearly stumbling as he backed up against the cave wall. “What are you doing? What is that, what—” he stopped when the light then halted before his eyes.
“I couldn't take back what I did to Cog,” Islet said quietly. “And I can't fix your wings...but I can still help you. With this spell...your soul will never be taken.”
Azoth slumped his shoulders. “I can't ask you to do this for me.”
Islet smiled gently. “You don't have to ask,” she said, and the green light moved closer to greet him again.
“Wait,” Azoth halted her.
“I promise, it won't hurt,” she reassured him.
“That's not what I mean,” Azoth said, shaking his head and giving her a small smile. “You can't protect my soul. Not after what I did to those dragons. I have to pay for my choices...and for Cog. Once Thimbleweed finds a way out of the collar, my time will come. And I'll be ready for him.”
“Azoth,” Islet started to choke, “what he'll do to you...you'll never know peace. Please,” she begged, “let me help you.”
Azoth reached for his staff, before hesitating. No, he couldn't use magic against her again. “Can I at least think about it? We should probably get some rest, first.”
Islet, too, hesitated, before beckoning the streak of light back. When it vanished between her palms, she noticed Azoth relax.
“Thank you,” Azoth sighed deeply, making his way back to his spot by the fire. Taking off his hat, he added, “Listen, I know you just had a rough time with Tumbleweed back there, but since you don't really need to sleep...”
“I'll take the first watch,” Islet finished for him, smiling.
“You're a doll,” he said, stretching and cracking his back. Saying no more, Azoth stripped off his coat and set it over his round belly as he lay sprawled on the cave floor. Soon, he was asleep.
“Thimbleweed shouldn't be able to find you here,” Azoth reassured her.
Islet relaxed slightly, though her aching wings trembled. “Thank you.” She then looked at him curiously. “Why did you want to work for Glaw?”
Azoth didn't seem surprised when she asked, though he heaved a sigh before answering. “The same reason other dragons follow a tyrant. I was a fool. I was scared. But I was never proud of what I did. Well, except for containing Thimbleweed,” he added with a dry chuckle. When Islet said nothing, her expression unreadable as firelight danced across her face, Azoth went on.
“When Glaw captured me with several other dragons, some refused to follow him, and...well, you can probably guess what happened to them,” he paused, shuddering. “The rest of us, myself included, chose the cowardly option and swore loyalty to him, stealing the lives of others and delivering them to him. And every time I took somedrake else's soul, I saw my own fear reflected in their faces. I told nodrake that what we were doing was wrong, not even my own brother...and I betrayed him,” Azoth finished, his voice had grown quiet.
Islet never tore her eyes from him, and she asked softly, “Do you think anydrake else shared the same thoughts you had?”
Azoth shrugged, then gave her a half-hearted smile. “No. They all seemed pretty pleased with their new powers and what they knew they could do.” He stopped, sitting up slowly as he let his gaze wander in thought. “Except for Breakingheart. She was the only one who never took a single soul or lived any of their memories, and yet...Glaw never ordered her to.”
“Why does Glaw want to live the memories of other dragons?”
“He never said, just so long as we never brought him a Water dragon as prisoner.”
“And Thimbleweed?”
Azoth couldn't stop the chuckle that escaped him. “Cog and I fashioned that collar for him together. It was meant to prevent him from stealing souls whenever he wanted, but now he's discovered that he has to form deals in order to add to his collection,” he added grimly. “One of these days he will break free from that collar, if he makes a pact with a dragon foolish enough to help him, and when he does, I don't doubt that the first dragon he'll come after is me.”
Islet still sat, unmoving as she watched and listened to him. Except for her wings, which she now tucked neatly to her sides.
“Well,” Azoth continued, “once your wings are healed, you should leave this place. As long as Thimbleweed is still bound in that collar, he's also bound to this desert. He'll never get his paws on you the sooner you go.”
Closing her eyes, Islet's paws began to glow a soft green. When she opened her eyes again, she smiled to him warmly. “Azoth,” she started as the green light trailed from her palms and snaked towards the portly dragon, “Thimbleweed will never get his paws on you, either...”
Azoth's eyes widened as the green light twisted closer, and he leapt to his feet, nearly stumbling as he backed up against the cave wall. “What are you doing? What is that, what—” he stopped when the light then halted before his eyes.
“I couldn't take back what I did to Cog,” Islet said quietly. “And I can't fix your wings...but I can still help you. With this spell...your soul will never be taken.”
Azoth slumped his shoulders. “I can't ask you to do this for me.”
Islet smiled gently. “You don't have to ask,” she said, and the green light moved closer to greet him again.
“Wait,” Azoth halted her.
“I promise, it won't hurt,” she reassured him.
“That's not what I mean,” Azoth said, shaking his head and giving her a small smile. “You can't protect my soul. Not after what I did to those dragons. I have to pay for my choices...and for Cog. Once Thimbleweed finds a way out of the collar, my time will come. And I'll be ready for him.”
“Azoth,” Islet started to choke, “what he'll do to you...you'll never know peace. Please,” she begged, “let me help you.”
Azoth reached for his staff, before hesitating. No, he couldn't use magic against her again. “Can I at least think about it? We should probably get some rest, first.”
Islet, too, hesitated, before beckoning the streak of light back. When it vanished between her palms, she noticed Azoth relax.
“Thank you,” Azoth sighed deeply, making his way back to his spot by the fire. Taking off his hat, he added, “Listen, I know you just had a rough time with Tumbleweed back there, but since you don't really need to sleep...”
“I'll take the first watch,” Islet finished for him, smiling.
“You're a doll,” he said, stretching and cracking his back. Saying no more, Azoth stripped off his coat and set it over his round belly as he lay sprawled on the cave floor. Soon, he was asleep.
...
The storm raged on the next morning, and Azoth still lay on his back, snoring over the thunder. He snorted, jerking awake, and groaned as he rose to his feet and stretched. When he glanced around the cave, he saw nodrake else with him, and the fire had been extinguished.
Azoth sighed, partly in relief and irritaion. Islet must have left for somewhere more safe before Thimbleweed could find her, but why hadn't she woken him up for his turn for watch during the night?
Shaking his head, Azoth put his coat and hat back on before removing the wall of magic on the cave's entrance, and he stalked outside.
A little while later, he had strolled up to a small spring, when the sight of a lean figure made him freeze and stare.
Islet, too, froze at the sight of him. She looked down to see her bones glowing brilliant green from beneath her blue skin before swiftly donning her cloak.
Azoth narrowed his eyes. “Did you use magic to—”
“To heal my wings,” Islet cut in, her face obstructed by the leaves on her hood. Fanning out her black wings, they revealed no more holes or scars from the cactus spines.
Azoth rubbed his temples in frustration before grumbling, “Why didn't you wake me for my shift?”
Tucking her wings back, Islet said, “I didn't want to disturb you. After everything you told me and when you helped me, I thought I should let you sleep.”
Azoth huffed softly. “Next time—”
“There may not be,” Islet stopped him. “If you're right about Thimbleweed, then I should go. And so should you, just to be safe.”
A deep, throaty chuckle shook Azoth's thick neck. “Where am I going to go? Back to Glaw's fortess? Neh. Besides, somedrake's gotta keep an eye on Tumbleweed.”
Islet remained silent a few moments as she gazed to him. When the glow of her green bones began to fade, she smiled and said, “Take care, Azoth.” Without another word, she flared her wings before vanishing in a swirling breeze of purple flower petals.
Azoth shut his eyes lightly against the little wind as it blew over him. Opening them again, he scanned the vast desert of the Expanse as lightning continued its relentless flashing. Starting closer to the spring, he bent down, scooping up some cool water to wash his face. Suddenly, a puzzling thought stopped him.
Islet hadn't reminded him about the protection spell she had intended for his soul...
Grinning to himself, Azoth splashed the water over his face.
She must have forgotten, he concluded.
The storm raged on the next morning, and Azoth still lay on his back, snoring over the thunder. He snorted, jerking awake, and groaned as he rose to his feet and stretched. When he glanced around the cave, he saw nodrake else with him, and the fire had been extinguished.
Azoth sighed, partly in relief and irritaion. Islet must have left for somewhere more safe before Thimbleweed could find her, but why hadn't she woken him up for his turn for watch during the night?
Shaking his head, Azoth put his coat and hat back on before removing the wall of magic on the cave's entrance, and he stalked outside.
A little while later, he had strolled up to a small spring, when the sight of a lean figure made him freeze and stare.
Islet, too, froze at the sight of him. She looked down to see her bones glowing brilliant green from beneath her blue skin before swiftly donning her cloak.
Azoth narrowed his eyes. “Did you use magic to—”
“To heal my wings,” Islet cut in, her face obstructed by the leaves on her hood. Fanning out her black wings, they revealed no more holes or scars from the cactus spines.
Azoth rubbed his temples in frustration before grumbling, “Why didn't you wake me for my shift?”
Tucking her wings back, Islet said, “I didn't want to disturb you. After everything you told me and when you helped me, I thought I should let you sleep.”
Azoth huffed softly. “Next time—”
“There may not be,” Islet stopped him. “If you're right about Thimbleweed, then I should go. And so should you, just to be safe.”
A deep, throaty chuckle shook Azoth's thick neck. “Where am I going to go? Back to Glaw's fortess? Neh. Besides, somedrake's gotta keep an eye on Tumbleweed.”
Islet remained silent a few moments as she gazed to him. When the glow of her green bones began to fade, she smiled and said, “Take care, Azoth.” Without another word, she flared her wings before vanishing in a swirling breeze of purple flower petals.
Azoth shut his eyes lightly against the little wind as it blew over him. Opening them again, he scanned the vast desert of the Expanse as lightning continued its relentless flashing. Starting closer to the spring, he bent down, scooping up some cool water to wash his face. Suddenly, a puzzling thought stopped him.
Islet hadn't reminded him about the protection spell she had intended for his soul...
Grinning to himself, Azoth splashed the water over his face.
She must have forgotten, he concluded.
Continued in Ida Part 1
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