Moonshine had taken up walking one of the older paths in the Southern Glen. Most of the normal paths travelled didn't yield anything that screamed adventure to him. Though honestly adventure could sneak up on him and bite him in his scaly rear and he wouldn't notice it. Walking on all fours, his war hammer swinging from the leather belt, he looked around the quiet hilly grass lands noticing the area looked really old and ancient.
Bresser was thrumming in idle consternation. A large old tome was clutched in the small gold dragon?s clawed hands. He was festooned with saddlebags and leather harnesses. Lowering the tome he looked around with silvery eyes at the hilly plains. He could have sword if he followed this trail that the Ancient Halls of Wisdom would be around here. Flicking a few pages with care he made sure there was no references to the place being hidden or concealed.
Moonshine started humming an old smithy tune he loved when hammering out metal until he saw a gold dragon sitting in the pathway looking over an old book. This struck him as odd. He's rarely seen gold dragons in this area and this one was decked in many saddle bags to boot. Moonshine approached the gold dragon slowly. "Uhm, excuse me? Are you from around here?"
Bresser looked from his tome to see the gray and white scaled dragon addressing him. "Sort of. I'm from a little ruined tower on an island called Stormy Glass. You?"
"Oh, uhm, I am actually from this glen. My mate and I have a lair in one of the nearby mountain cave systems in the forest. Not to be rude, but I've never seen a gold dragon before." Moonshine said with plain curiosity.
"That's because I prefer to read my books and scrolls that I love to collect instead of doing whatever it is you do. What is it that you do?" Bresser asked a bit irked at being studied so curiously.
Moonshine bristled a little. The little golden scaled snot sounded uppity to him. "I'm a metal smith. Make the finest weapons, armor and jewelry that the Southern Glen and the Lupinossai Den have ever seen." He thrummed proudly.
Bresser looked closer at the other dragon. "Ah, a craftsmen then?" He could be strong then? Perhaps the type of fellow I need when I reach the Halls?
"Yes, I am a craftsman. Moonshine Silverwood-Shimmerscale." He said proudly.
"I am Bresser Ignitus Reaposium, scholar, librarian and bookworm. I apologize about my lofty attitude. You aren't perchance free for a while, are you?" Bresser asked.
"Well I am on a holiday from my craft for while. Did you need help with something?" Moonshine asked.
Bresser just smiled. "Actually I am on my way to find a very old library that is in these parts. The books and scrolls within are very valuable and should be removed and stored in a proper library and not an old ruin. Would you mind helping me out?"
Moonshine hesitated for a moment or two. The gold dragon wanted to collect books from an old library? What could possibly go wrong? "Sure, what do I get out of the deal?"
"Oh I am sure if there are any scrolls or books on your craft you can have them and any artifacts you may find interesting. Does that sound fair?" Bresser offered with a clack of talons together.
"Hmm. Sounds fair, but I want to add one more condition. You offer a donation of books to the Shimmerscale Clan for my help as well. Deal?" Moonshine said raising an eyeridge.
Bresser winced. Now this was getting a little costly. Books were his treasure. His shinies! But well he knew once they got to the Ancient Halls of Wisdom there would be some sort of security about it, maybe in it and after all the Shimmerscale Clan was the largest Clan in the region. Only fair to pay tribute for using one of their members for this venture to increase his library hoard. "Deal." Bresser held out a clawed hand.
Moonshine shook the offered clawed hand with his large scaled clawed hand that was calloused and work hardened. "So where did you say this old library was?"
"Well according to this tome.." Bresser cracks open the book again. "The Ancient Halls of Wisdom should be along the path and somewhere out there along that northern plain but I haven't seen anything yet." he mused.
"Northern plains you say?" Moonshine looked over the rolling hills of dead grass; nothing was seen in the blowing grass though something didn't seem right. Some of the grass farther out wasn?t moving right in the wind. Moonshine slid his goggles down over his eyes, the agate crystal lenses specially treated to see magical constructs when he crafted or worked on artifacts. The northern plains shimmered and suddenly a very large castle was in the fields of dead grass. "I see it. The Halls are hidden by magic."
"What? Nonsense. It can't be hidden by magic. The book didn't say anything about the Halls being hidden by magic." Bresser huffed.
Moonshine laughed. "Not everything is written in books Bresser. Security being one of them. You don't believe me, here." He took off his goggles and stuck them on the small golden dragons head and eyes.
Bresser looked over the northern plain of old dead grass and with the goggles on, sure enough, the ancient castle ruins sprang to life. "Well.... I guess you were right Moonshine." He took off the goggles, handed them back to the gray and white scaled dragon then rummaged in his closest saddle bag, the one that was actually full of stuff. "Now where did I stash that De-Spell scroll?"
Moonshine took his goggles back and put them back on his hand. "De-Spell?" He asked a bit confused. His wife was the Mage of the family.
"Yes, yes, De-Spell is an anti-magic spell that removes magic." He kept rummaging for another minute then pulled up a scroll with a triumphant thrum of his small chest. "Hahaha! Found it! Now we'll make the Hall appear." He opened the scroll and read if for a bit then paused thinking for a moment. "Oh dear..."
Moonshine looked at the gold dragon with a little concern. 'Oh dear...' were words he never liked to hear especially around magic. His wife taught him that much. He backed up a bit from Bresser. "Oh dear what?"
Meanwhile: The wolf strolled heartily through the bushes, a spring in the young wolf's step as he whistled a joyful tune, something from his old home. Recently a father, he thought of how his future would go, raising kids...as long as he wasn't cut down by something big and nasty. Crowe leapt over a trunk, deciding to try something new since whenever he walked the same path, he always saw a familiar old path but for some reason never went down it. Well today he did, turning himself around from his normal route and onto the old, worn path, the stone barely recognizable under the thick brush over it, whistling a joyful tune. His ears raised instantly as he could hear faint noises in the distance, almost impossible for the average human, but being an animal had its advantages. He lowered himself as close as he could to the ground but still able to move quickly, watching his step as he went to investigate the strange sound soft in the distance.
"Well, I just... never mind. It's nothing. Everything is fine." Bresser said confidently. Surely nothing would happen if he removed the invisibility spell from the ruins, right? Bresser intoned the De-Spell incantations in draconic pointing his claws towards the northern plain; sparks flaring from his claws as he spoke the spell.
A shimmering haze touched the northern plain of old dead grass as that spell was spoken. The De-Spell unweaving the Minor Hide Spell upon the Ancient Halls of Wisdom Ruins. Old stone parapets, walls, and crumbling towers began to emerge as the spell faded away. All was quiet.
"There, see, no problems whatsoever. We can now see the ruins." Bresser beamed rolling up the scroll.
Moonshine started to ease up a little. He had expected maybe the magic spell to go awry or something. Perhaps adventuring wasn't so bad?
BAAAFOOOOOOMMMMM!!!!! BAAAFOOOOOMMMM!!!!! BAAAAFOOOOOMMM!!! A deep, bass rumbling call emanated from the old ruins, shaking the grounds and paths around it.
Damn it he spoke to soon! "What's that?"
Squinting his eyes through a bush, he widened them in amazement as he saw two dragons up ahead, as glorious as he heard in tales of them, and not just confined to an inn. Suddenly, the loud sound shook the ground beneath him, forcing him to wobble uncontrollably from his position to the ground in front of him, exposing himself.
Bresser was started by the rumbling call and he scurried behind the taller Moonshine. "Possibly, uhm, the security of the ruins." Bresser said with a small chuckle. He glanced in surprise at the wobbling Crowe. "Who are you?"
?Wait, Security? Couldn't you have told me about this before the spell.... oh, you..." Moonshine glared at Bresser.
Crowe looked up at the dragon staring at him, still on the ground, and mumbled nervously, all he could spew was jibberish, wondering how he was gonna die, by being crushed, burnt, etc....
The snap and beat of leathery wings in the air could be heard as 8 wyverns, deep in slumber awoke from the battlement perches by the call to arms. Seeing the three interlopers on the open trail they leapt to the skies, winging in to descend upon the foolish trespassers.
Bresser just blinked at the jibberish from Crowe. "Hey, relax, we aren't going to hurt you. Names Bresser Ig..." He looked up to the skies hearing the wing beats. "Oh Firian help us."
Crowe continued to look terrified at the dragons, then leapt to his feet as he saw the black shapes approaching whilst growing quickly with every second. He pulled out his sword hilt and rested his thumb anxiously on the button.
Moonshine saw Crowe for a moment. He recognized him from the Inn the other day, but hearing Bresser and looking up to the skies himself put introductions away for now. Wyverns. He hated Wyverns. Unlashing his giant, hand crafted war hammer Moonshine leapt into the air flapping his wings and called down to them. "If you can fight, help me out! If not, run for the ruins!"
Bresser blinked and looked at Moonshine with wide eyes. "F...fight? I'm a scholar damn it!" Bresser started to scurry for the ruins.
The wolf clicked the button and a blinding light flew out, forming a long green saber at the end of his hilt, glowing hot with plasma. His left, synthetic hand grabbed the sword hilt as his right hand moved towards the closest wyvern to him, tensing all his muscles whilst sweat trickled down his fur.
Three of the wyverns roared a challenge seeing the gray and white scaled dragon fly toward them for a fight. They slathered, hungry for dragon flesh having not fed in millennia. Two wyvern split off to swoop in on the fuzzy creature for a snack. The remaining three broke after the gold dragon runt running for the ruins.
Moonshine roared a challenge back at the wyverns that were closing in on him. Lupis help him, he was in a fight without his mate for back up. Flying in fast he barrel rolled around one wyvern and swung his hammer with brutal force aiming for a hit along the spine.
Bresser saw the shadows of the three wyverns following him as he ran. He couldn't fly with all the gear he was wearing. Oh dear, a mistake he wouldn't make next time if he lived. As he ran he fumbled in his saddle bag for another scroll. Scholar he may be, but he did have some tricks.
The wolf almost lost his concentration as two swooped closer for the kill but luckily he had seen worse, bring his right hand down suddenly which followed with a sudden howl and one of the foul creatures plummeting to the ground with a deafening thud, dazed. The second swooped at him, the wolf only barely managing to roll out of the way and slashing his blade, another howl, more horrifying, and the creature scraped along the ground, missing a wing. He panted heavily with a sly smirk and stood.. at his highest, thinking he had won only to be sent flying forward into the solid dirt, moaning. The first wyvern glaring at him with sheer hatred, ambling over to him with his jaw open for the kill and claws bared for slashing. He reached for the blade. Not there. He looked at the sword and pulled it out from his belt, the steel glinting in the sunlight and when the creature loomed over him, raising it's claws slowly as it tried to keep balanced. Woosh. Squelch. Howl. Thud. Only sounds that went out as it fell dead, a sword protruding from its chest, having pierced the vital organs.
The wyvern that survived the hit and run on Crowe flapped up and circled roaring another challenge seeing its mate dead, smashed into the ground. It circled high and opened its maw, breathing lightning at the furry thing. The aerial combatants whirled and wheeled in roars, challenges and blows. Moonshines hit crippled the wyvern he aimed for sending it falling with a sickening thud to the ground. The other two circled the gray dragon snapping at his wings. The three after the gold dragon started a diving run and tried to snatch up the smaller dragon.
The wolf looked at the barely flying beast, mistaking the missing wing for only a small piece he had managed to slice off and dived to the left, the lightning striking the bottom of his leg, singing the trousers and fur and leaving him howling in agony. It dived again, more unsteadily though, and opened its maw for the second blast. Nothing. The beats looked bewildered at its mouth, wondering why it couldn't spout it's lighting then gargled painfully as it could now sense the sharp pain in his throat, clawing furiously at its throat as it forgot that it was in the air, plunging at the wolf's feet. He struggled to his feet and ambled to the fallen beast, prodding it with his foot and when satisfied, sighed with relieve. Suddenly, the beast jumped up with its remaining energy however a swift and powerful blow cursed it's entire skull when the wolf brought its synthetic left hand bearing onto its head, splattering blood all over him.
Succeeding in sending one nasty wyvern to its doom, Moonshine banked and climbed hastily trying to protect his wing. Yeah he could fight on the ground, but the air was the wyverns? strength and he wanted an even advantage. He could feel the snapping of teeth close to his right wing he flinched, rolled in the air and spewed a cone of freezing breath on the wyvern that got too close to him.
Bresser was panicking now; the shadows of the wyverns were getting larger on the ground. He knew he was seconds from being a snatch and run banquet. His clawed hand found the scroll he wanted and he pulled it out. That?s when the first wyvern missed him and the sound of massive claws scraping the ground by him, made Bresser dodge right and roll onto his back to look up at the two plummeting wyverns on an easy target. Snapping open the scroll he read the short spell within and sent a rolling blast of arcane fire out at the two wyverns? in a thick column.
Well, Crowe had his wyverns under control. Moonshine froze the second wyvern attacking him to a solid block. It fell to the ground below breaking to pieces. The third wyvern had climbed high above Moonshine and now came down upon the gray dragon, rending claws seeking to tear hide, scales, flesh and wings that got in their way. The two diving wyverns upon Bresser were ashed by the massive fireball spell the gold dragon had cast. Their ashes dusting the gold dragon. The wyvern that had missed Bresser circled around and prepared to swoop in again.
The wolf dusted himself off and decided enough was enough, ambling back home as he picked up his weapons, waving away the ensuing battle.
Moonshine lost sight of the third wyvern and then roared as he felt claws tear into his left wing and shoulder then the wyvern as it landed on him. He couldn't bear the weight with the injury and was beginning to fall for the ground in a fast spiral. Roaring more he started to bite at the chest and neck of the wyvern, desperate to get the beast off of him.
Bresser righted himself and watched the circling wyvern. "I see you!" he read from the scroll again. Being an elder mage scroll it had a few more uses left and sent another rolling column of flame at his wyvern tormentor.
The wyvern locked with Moonshine roared as it was bitten repeatedly by the gray dragon. It continued to rake the dragon as they spiraled for the ground. Its mission was simple. Kill all intruders. The wyvern snapped at Moonshine's neck. The circling wyvern looped away from the conjured fire ball and answered in retaliation with a spewed crack of lightning at Bresser.
Bresser back peddled as lightning cracked and scorched the old path beneath his clawed hands. Oh this one was slippery! He didn't have time to look for another scroll and the beast would just dodge way up there. He needed the wyvern closer. Closer? But how? Ah there! Bresser ran for a nearby battlement and began scaling it, the elder mage scroll tucked safely in his maw.
Moonshine felt teeth graze his neck scales. Roaring he reared his head back hoping to head butt the wyvern. The ground was dizzyingly close. Moonshine used his hammer now, trying to beat the wyvern off of him.
The circling wyvern found the climbing runt of a gold dragon amusing. Oh this was an easy snack indeed! It swooped in close, talons open ready to rip into warm dragon flesh. Moonshine's head butt connected with the wyverns snout and the wyvern snorted shaking its head to rid itself of the sensation until an errant swing of the war hammer hit its head and the wyvern went slack toppling off of Moonshine to hit the ground that was 40 feet below.
Bresser managed to scale the battlement and get onto just in time to miss the talons, hearing them rake along the old stone. Bresser turned around and intoned the spell again from the scroll sending another fire ball at the wyvern.
Moonshine had fallen too far, too fast. He had no hope of pulling out of the fall without some issues. He rolled, flapped his wings and bellowed in agony as his torn left wing membranes shredded more, spattering him with his own coppery blood. 40, 30, 20, 10, thud, he hit the ground hard with all four limbs, folded his wings in tight, collapsed and rolled along the ground coming to a stop by the ruins, in a bit of a daze.
The wyvern roared in anger missing it's gold dragon snack a second time then roared in pain as the fire ball caught it between the wings and slammed it into the castle wall silencing the wyvern once and for all.
Bresser snorted. No more wyverns. Looking about the ruins he spotted Moonshine on the ground in a heap. Oh dear. The small gold dragon scaled back down the battlement and moved over to Moonshine. "Hey, Moony? Moony? You going to be okay?" He hoped he would be okay, this dragon was his muscle for this trip. A glance around and he didn't see the odd wolf thing around. Must have been eaten? Pity.
Moonshine could here Bresser asking him if he'd be all right. He might be all right if he'd stop hurting. He ached all over. Slowly Moonshine stirred and straightened out his limbs and got out of his tangle. His left wing was a third of the way shredded and he was bleeding from his left shoulder. He had some good scrapes and cuts in his hid too from the rough landing. "I think I'll live. Wings a mess and I am bleeding. Don't suppose you have any bandages or medical supplies in your saddlebags do you?"
"Of course I do." Bresser beamed and looked in one of the other saddle bags and pulled out several packs of bandaging material. Looks like the gold dragon had some idea this little trip was dangerous.
Bresser was thrumming in idle consternation. A large old tome was clutched in the small gold dragon?s clawed hands. He was festooned with saddlebags and leather harnesses. Lowering the tome he looked around with silvery eyes at the hilly plains. He could have sword if he followed this trail that the Ancient Halls of Wisdom would be around here. Flicking a few pages with care he made sure there was no references to the place being hidden or concealed.
Moonshine started humming an old smithy tune he loved when hammering out metal until he saw a gold dragon sitting in the pathway looking over an old book. This struck him as odd. He's rarely seen gold dragons in this area and this one was decked in many saddle bags to boot. Moonshine approached the gold dragon slowly. "Uhm, excuse me? Are you from around here?"
Bresser looked from his tome to see the gray and white scaled dragon addressing him. "Sort of. I'm from a little ruined tower on an island called Stormy Glass. You?"
"Oh, uhm, I am actually from this glen. My mate and I have a lair in one of the nearby mountain cave systems in the forest. Not to be rude, but I've never seen a gold dragon before." Moonshine said with plain curiosity.
"That's because I prefer to read my books and scrolls that I love to collect instead of doing whatever it is you do. What is it that you do?" Bresser asked a bit irked at being studied so curiously.
Moonshine bristled a little. The little golden scaled snot sounded uppity to him. "I'm a metal smith. Make the finest weapons, armor and jewelry that the Southern Glen and the Lupinossai Den have ever seen." He thrummed proudly.
Bresser looked closer at the other dragon. "Ah, a craftsmen then?" He could be strong then? Perhaps the type of fellow I need when I reach the Halls?
"Yes, I am a craftsman. Moonshine Silverwood-Shimmerscale." He said proudly.
"I am Bresser Ignitus Reaposium, scholar, librarian and bookworm. I apologize about my lofty attitude. You aren't perchance free for a while, are you?" Bresser asked.
"Well I am on a holiday from my craft for while. Did you need help with something?" Moonshine asked.
Bresser just smiled. "Actually I am on my way to find a very old library that is in these parts. The books and scrolls within are very valuable and should be removed and stored in a proper library and not an old ruin. Would you mind helping me out?"
Moonshine hesitated for a moment or two. The gold dragon wanted to collect books from an old library? What could possibly go wrong? "Sure, what do I get out of the deal?"
"Oh I am sure if there are any scrolls or books on your craft you can have them and any artifacts you may find interesting. Does that sound fair?" Bresser offered with a clack of talons together.
"Hmm. Sounds fair, but I want to add one more condition. You offer a donation of books to the Shimmerscale Clan for my help as well. Deal?" Moonshine said raising an eyeridge.
Bresser winced. Now this was getting a little costly. Books were his treasure. His shinies! But well he knew once they got to the Ancient Halls of Wisdom there would be some sort of security about it, maybe in it and after all the Shimmerscale Clan was the largest Clan in the region. Only fair to pay tribute for using one of their members for this venture to increase his library hoard. "Deal." Bresser held out a clawed hand.
Moonshine shook the offered clawed hand with his large scaled clawed hand that was calloused and work hardened. "So where did you say this old library was?"
"Well according to this tome.." Bresser cracks open the book again. "The Ancient Halls of Wisdom should be along the path and somewhere out there along that northern plain but I haven't seen anything yet." he mused.
"Northern plains you say?" Moonshine looked over the rolling hills of dead grass; nothing was seen in the blowing grass though something didn't seem right. Some of the grass farther out wasn?t moving right in the wind. Moonshine slid his goggles down over his eyes, the agate crystal lenses specially treated to see magical constructs when he crafted or worked on artifacts. The northern plains shimmered and suddenly a very large castle was in the fields of dead grass. "I see it. The Halls are hidden by magic."
"What? Nonsense. It can't be hidden by magic. The book didn't say anything about the Halls being hidden by magic." Bresser huffed.
Moonshine laughed. "Not everything is written in books Bresser. Security being one of them. You don't believe me, here." He took off his goggles and stuck them on the small golden dragons head and eyes.
Bresser looked over the northern plain of old dead grass and with the goggles on, sure enough, the ancient castle ruins sprang to life. "Well.... I guess you were right Moonshine." He took off the goggles, handed them back to the gray and white scaled dragon then rummaged in his closest saddle bag, the one that was actually full of stuff. "Now where did I stash that De-Spell scroll?"
Moonshine took his goggles back and put them back on his hand. "De-Spell?" He asked a bit confused. His wife was the Mage of the family.
"Yes, yes, De-Spell is an anti-magic spell that removes magic." He kept rummaging for another minute then pulled up a scroll with a triumphant thrum of his small chest. "Hahaha! Found it! Now we'll make the Hall appear." He opened the scroll and read if for a bit then paused thinking for a moment. "Oh dear..."
Moonshine looked at the gold dragon with a little concern. 'Oh dear...' were words he never liked to hear especially around magic. His wife taught him that much. He backed up a bit from Bresser. "Oh dear what?"
Meanwhile: The wolf strolled heartily through the bushes, a spring in the young wolf's step as he whistled a joyful tune, something from his old home. Recently a father, he thought of how his future would go, raising kids...as long as he wasn't cut down by something big and nasty. Crowe leapt over a trunk, deciding to try something new since whenever he walked the same path, he always saw a familiar old path but for some reason never went down it. Well today he did, turning himself around from his normal route and onto the old, worn path, the stone barely recognizable under the thick brush over it, whistling a joyful tune. His ears raised instantly as he could hear faint noises in the distance, almost impossible for the average human, but being an animal had its advantages. He lowered himself as close as he could to the ground but still able to move quickly, watching his step as he went to investigate the strange sound soft in the distance.
"Well, I just... never mind. It's nothing. Everything is fine." Bresser said confidently. Surely nothing would happen if he removed the invisibility spell from the ruins, right? Bresser intoned the De-Spell incantations in draconic pointing his claws towards the northern plain; sparks flaring from his claws as he spoke the spell.
A shimmering haze touched the northern plain of old dead grass as that spell was spoken. The De-Spell unweaving the Minor Hide Spell upon the Ancient Halls of Wisdom Ruins. Old stone parapets, walls, and crumbling towers began to emerge as the spell faded away. All was quiet.
"There, see, no problems whatsoever. We can now see the ruins." Bresser beamed rolling up the scroll.
Moonshine started to ease up a little. He had expected maybe the magic spell to go awry or something. Perhaps adventuring wasn't so bad?
BAAAFOOOOOOMMMMM!!!!! BAAAFOOOOOMMMM!!!!! BAAAAFOOOOOMMM!!! A deep, bass rumbling call emanated from the old ruins, shaking the grounds and paths around it.
Damn it he spoke to soon! "What's that?"
Squinting his eyes through a bush, he widened them in amazement as he saw two dragons up ahead, as glorious as he heard in tales of them, and not just confined to an inn. Suddenly, the loud sound shook the ground beneath him, forcing him to wobble uncontrollably from his position to the ground in front of him, exposing himself.
Bresser was started by the rumbling call and he scurried behind the taller Moonshine. "Possibly, uhm, the security of the ruins." Bresser said with a small chuckle. He glanced in surprise at the wobbling Crowe. "Who are you?"
?Wait, Security? Couldn't you have told me about this before the spell.... oh, you..." Moonshine glared at Bresser.
Crowe looked up at the dragon staring at him, still on the ground, and mumbled nervously, all he could spew was jibberish, wondering how he was gonna die, by being crushed, burnt, etc....
The snap and beat of leathery wings in the air could be heard as 8 wyverns, deep in slumber awoke from the battlement perches by the call to arms. Seeing the three interlopers on the open trail they leapt to the skies, winging in to descend upon the foolish trespassers.
Bresser just blinked at the jibberish from Crowe. "Hey, relax, we aren't going to hurt you. Names Bresser Ig..." He looked up to the skies hearing the wing beats. "Oh Firian help us."
Crowe continued to look terrified at the dragons, then leapt to his feet as he saw the black shapes approaching whilst growing quickly with every second. He pulled out his sword hilt and rested his thumb anxiously on the button.
Moonshine saw Crowe for a moment. He recognized him from the Inn the other day, but hearing Bresser and looking up to the skies himself put introductions away for now. Wyverns. He hated Wyverns. Unlashing his giant, hand crafted war hammer Moonshine leapt into the air flapping his wings and called down to them. "If you can fight, help me out! If not, run for the ruins!"
Bresser blinked and looked at Moonshine with wide eyes. "F...fight? I'm a scholar damn it!" Bresser started to scurry for the ruins.
The wolf clicked the button and a blinding light flew out, forming a long green saber at the end of his hilt, glowing hot with plasma. His left, synthetic hand grabbed the sword hilt as his right hand moved towards the closest wyvern to him, tensing all his muscles whilst sweat trickled down his fur.
Three of the wyverns roared a challenge seeing the gray and white scaled dragon fly toward them for a fight. They slathered, hungry for dragon flesh having not fed in millennia. Two wyvern split off to swoop in on the fuzzy creature for a snack. The remaining three broke after the gold dragon runt running for the ruins.
Moonshine roared a challenge back at the wyverns that were closing in on him. Lupis help him, he was in a fight without his mate for back up. Flying in fast he barrel rolled around one wyvern and swung his hammer with brutal force aiming for a hit along the spine.
Bresser saw the shadows of the three wyverns following him as he ran. He couldn't fly with all the gear he was wearing. Oh dear, a mistake he wouldn't make next time if he lived. As he ran he fumbled in his saddle bag for another scroll. Scholar he may be, but he did have some tricks.
The wolf almost lost his concentration as two swooped closer for the kill but luckily he had seen worse, bring his right hand down suddenly which followed with a sudden howl and one of the foul creatures plummeting to the ground with a deafening thud, dazed. The second swooped at him, the wolf only barely managing to roll out of the way and slashing his blade, another howl, more horrifying, and the creature scraped along the ground, missing a wing. He panted heavily with a sly smirk and stood.. at his highest, thinking he had won only to be sent flying forward into the solid dirt, moaning. The first wyvern glaring at him with sheer hatred, ambling over to him with his jaw open for the kill and claws bared for slashing. He reached for the blade. Not there. He looked at the sword and pulled it out from his belt, the steel glinting in the sunlight and when the creature loomed over him, raising it's claws slowly as it tried to keep balanced. Woosh. Squelch. Howl. Thud. Only sounds that went out as it fell dead, a sword protruding from its chest, having pierced the vital organs.
The wyvern that survived the hit and run on Crowe flapped up and circled roaring another challenge seeing its mate dead, smashed into the ground. It circled high and opened its maw, breathing lightning at the furry thing. The aerial combatants whirled and wheeled in roars, challenges and blows. Moonshines hit crippled the wyvern he aimed for sending it falling with a sickening thud to the ground. The other two circled the gray dragon snapping at his wings. The three after the gold dragon started a diving run and tried to snatch up the smaller dragon.
The wolf looked at the barely flying beast, mistaking the missing wing for only a small piece he had managed to slice off and dived to the left, the lightning striking the bottom of his leg, singing the trousers and fur and leaving him howling in agony. It dived again, more unsteadily though, and opened its maw for the second blast. Nothing. The beats looked bewildered at its mouth, wondering why it couldn't spout it's lighting then gargled painfully as it could now sense the sharp pain in his throat, clawing furiously at its throat as it forgot that it was in the air, plunging at the wolf's feet. He struggled to his feet and ambled to the fallen beast, prodding it with his foot and when satisfied, sighed with relieve. Suddenly, the beast jumped up with its remaining energy however a swift and powerful blow cursed it's entire skull when the wolf brought its synthetic left hand bearing onto its head, splattering blood all over him.
Succeeding in sending one nasty wyvern to its doom, Moonshine banked and climbed hastily trying to protect his wing. Yeah he could fight on the ground, but the air was the wyverns? strength and he wanted an even advantage. He could feel the snapping of teeth close to his right wing he flinched, rolled in the air and spewed a cone of freezing breath on the wyvern that got too close to him.
Bresser was panicking now; the shadows of the wyverns were getting larger on the ground. He knew he was seconds from being a snatch and run banquet. His clawed hand found the scroll he wanted and he pulled it out. That?s when the first wyvern missed him and the sound of massive claws scraping the ground by him, made Bresser dodge right and roll onto his back to look up at the two plummeting wyverns on an easy target. Snapping open the scroll he read the short spell within and sent a rolling blast of arcane fire out at the two wyverns? in a thick column.
Well, Crowe had his wyverns under control. Moonshine froze the second wyvern attacking him to a solid block. It fell to the ground below breaking to pieces. The third wyvern had climbed high above Moonshine and now came down upon the gray dragon, rending claws seeking to tear hide, scales, flesh and wings that got in their way. The two diving wyverns upon Bresser were ashed by the massive fireball spell the gold dragon had cast. Their ashes dusting the gold dragon. The wyvern that had missed Bresser circled around and prepared to swoop in again.
The wolf dusted himself off and decided enough was enough, ambling back home as he picked up his weapons, waving away the ensuing battle.
Moonshine lost sight of the third wyvern and then roared as he felt claws tear into his left wing and shoulder then the wyvern as it landed on him. He couldn't bear the weight with the injury and was beginning to fall for the ground in a fast spiral. Roaring more he started to bite at the chest and neck of the wyvern, desperate to get the beast off of him.
Bresser righted himself and watched the circling wyvern. "I see you!" he read from the scroll again. Being an elder mage scroll it had a few more uses left and sent another rolling column of flame at his wyvern tormentor.
The wyvern locked with Moonshine roared as it was bitten repeatedly by the gray dragon. It continued to rake the dragon as they spiraled for the ground. Its mission was simple. Kill all intruders. The wyvern snapped at Moonshine's neck. The circling wyvern looped away from the conjured fire ball and answered in retaliation with a spewed crack of lightning at Bresser.
Bresser back peddled as lightning cracked and scorched the old path beneath his clawed hands. Oh this one was slippery! He didn't have time to look for another scroll and the beast would just dodge way up there. He needed the wyvern closer. Closer? But how? Ah there! Bresser ran for a nearby battlement and began scaling it, the elder mage scroll tucked safely in his maw.
Moonshine felt teeth graze his neck scales. Roaring he reared his head back hoping to head butt the wyvern. The ground was dizzyingly close. Moonshine used his hammer now, trying to beat the wyvern off of him.
The circling wyvern found the climbing runt of a gold dragon amusing. Oh this was an easy snack indeed! It swooped in close, talons open ready to rip into warm dragon flesh. Moonshine's head butt connected with the wyverns snout and the wyvern snorted shaking its head to rid itself of the sensation until an errant swing of the war hammer hit its head and the wyvern went slack toppling off of Moonshine to hit the ground that was 40 feet below.
Bresser managed to scale the battlement and get onto just in time to miss the talons, hearing them rake along the old stone. Bresser turned around and intoned the spell again from the scroll sending another fire ball at the wyvern.
Moonshine had fallen too far, too fast. He had no hope of pulling out of the fall without some issues. He rolled, flapped his wings and bellowed in agony as his torn left wing membranes shredded more, spattering him with his own coppery blood. 40, 30, 20, 10, thud, he hit the ground hard with all four limbs, folded his wings in tight, collapsed and rolled along the ground coming to a stop by the ruins, in a bit of a daze.
The wyvern roared in anger missing it's gold dragon snack a second time then roared in pain as the fire ball caught it between the wings and slammed it into the castle wall silencing the wyvern once and for all.
Bresser snorted. No more wyverns. Looking about the ruins he spotted Moonshine on the ground in a heap. Oh dear. The small gold dragon scaled back down the battlement and moved over to Moonshine. "Hey, Moony? Moony? You going to be okay?" He hoped he would be okay, this dragon was his muscle for this trip. A glance around and he didn't see the odd wolf thing around. Must have been eaten? Pity.
Moonshine could here Bresser asking him if he'd be all right. He might be all right if he'd stop hurting. He ached all over. Slowly Moonshine stirred and straightened out his limbs and got out of his tangle. His left wing was a third of the way shredded and he was bleeding from his left shoulder. He had some good scrapes and cuts in his hid too from the rough landing. "I think I'll live. Wings a mess and I am bleeding. Don't suppose you have any bandages or medical supplies in your saddlebags do you?"
"Of course I do." Bresser beamed and looked in one of the other saddle bags and pulled out several packs of bandaging material. Looks like the gold dragon had some idea this little trip was dangerous.