Past
the woods and into the fields, a military outpost with it's
accompanying village overlooking the valley's edge. The dragon flies
over to circle it with attacks launching fire.
If noticed the woods surrounding the clearing fill with cannibals at the outskirts, waiting to catch those who flee for cover. The player approaches the town, the song begins.
If noticed the woods surrounding the clearing fill with cannibals at the outskirts, waiting to catch those who flee for cover. The player approaches the town, the song begins.
The towers launch fire back in oil soaked balls of wood set aflame from the catapults, breaking across the dragon's chest as it launches against them.
But well learned, these pultiers launch in progression so when the dragon takes aim at one, another launches.
If the player can take out the pultiers before the song ends, the dragon wipes the town out entirely, but then will speak. Otherwise it just flies away annoyed.
When returning to the area it happens again so assuming the payer eventually figures that out ... it hovers over in head cocked examination. The screams of those taken by cannibal distant to it's considerations.
Dragon - As it decides to land, "I do not eat the birds, but you do not smell like prey to me human. That's unusual for your kind ... tell me why that is ?"
Killer - "We're not from around here."
Dragon - "This is clear to me. There is a foolishness in these lands ... have you seen it ? These people grown dull, they act out. They are not themselves, but only they play themselves ... they wear themselves like a false skin."
Explorer - "Do you mean clothes ?"
Dragon - "Well yes ! The first of all human lies and a repulsive trait, to change one's skin to yield different impressions like a leopard's dream unfulfilled ... "
Killer - "We're not from around here."
Dragon - "This is clear to me. There is a foolishness in these lands ... have you seen it ? These people grown dull, they act out. They are not themselves, but only they play themselves ... they wear themselves like a false skin."
Explorer - "Do you mean clothes ?"
Dragon - "Well yes ! The first of all human lies and a repulsive trait, to change one's skin to yield different impressions like a leopard's dream unfulfilled ... "
Explorer - "Agreed."
Killer - "You know what pisses me off ? Why the hell does our hair keep growing ? Dogs, cats, other things with fur ... like ... marmosets and possums ... do they need haircuts ? No."
Killer - "You know what pisses me off ? Why the hell does our hair keep growing ? Dogs, cats, other things with fur ... like ... marmosets and possums ... do they need haircuts ? No."
The dragon furrows it's brow ...
Killer - "Every fucking animal's hair knows when to stop growing. Us ? We need to cut it shave it trim it back. That's where it all starts with people I think. That vanity thing you're getting at."
...
The dragon stares, swats a human to the side trying to sneak quietly away and starts chewing the screams, contemplating the killer's words still staring ...
Dragon - "You know I thought you were a complete idiot for second there but I think you may be on to something. Was this close to killing you, you know."
Killer - "I completely understand."
Dragon - "It came with the fire. It kept burning off as you leaned huddled over it in the night, so you evolved to always grow more and otherwise naked. The core of your vanity, this you can see."
Explorer - "Everything about them was so accidental over span one has to wonder if it was ... so many cold nights ... " Looks at the dragon.
Dragon - A laugh ... "Ah. Well. I suppose I may have lit a few fires in the ages of ice for them, so pitiful. But ... if you let the herd die ... you have no herd."
Explorer - "I completely understand."
Killer - "So ... I was wondering ... "
Dragon - "No. Absolutely not."
Killer - " ... if we take out all the outposts ... "
Dragon - "All of them. Well now, we have a bargainer, who wishes to make a deal with the dragon. Care you not for their populace my fool ?"
Explorer and Killer - "Eh ... "
...
Slowly they all start to laugh ... well get to
it then, 'player'. The assorted small towns through the land differ
according to environmental adaptation in places where geography makes
sense.
Forks
in the rivers, overlooking valleys as this one was, the smoke's easy
enough to find. Mining and farms, within high walls shipping via water
and airship, one can bet when one town's attacked the rest send their
ships to the air for Midwich.
As Pangaea's second cousin twice removed, we'll say seven, one for each of the regarded continents with variations that define their locations in our world, but not so overt as transplanted culture.
Signs in nearby ruins, the types of animals matching that location with the demons of that land about in the woods as false shades of their gods.
As Pangaea's second cousin twice removed, we'll say seven, one for each of the regarded continents with variations that define their locations in our world, but not so overt as transplanted culture.
Signs in nearby ruins, the types of animals matching that location with the demons of that land about in the woods as false shades of their gods.