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Red WizardFiadh
Fiadh woke after a long rest, sprawled over her hoard like those chalk outlines in a crime scene. Despite the uneven, bumpy, and often hard surfaces it is all too comfortable and alluring to Fiadh. Sometimes taking her hours before she deigns to get up from her ‘bed’. From the corner of her eye, she saw the crate, still unopened, containing a mysterious relic from who knows where. Part of her wanted to open the crate, rip it apart and see what new thing is now hers. But on the other hand, it still being in a crate makes it pretty damn hard to steal, the package being more unwieldy to carry than the content presumably. She was not even sure how she got it inside the apartment without breaking a wall… Plus treasure is treasure but a box could be anything! It could even be treasure!
Her thoughts were interrupted when she noticed a letter by the door, curiously almost covered in gold star stickers… Fiadh groggily picked up the letter and examined it. It was a normal envelope size, far as she could tell, seemed to contain something thin, a single sheet or two which probably had words on it. It was unmarked, save for all the gold stars which considering the events of last night meant it was for her. But could it be from that gold star man? What’s his name? he seemed like a mostly normal guy, how would he know where she lived? Though she is a pretty large character when in that form, stands out of a crowd like a sore thumb, who would not notice that a dragoness lived there? Not like she took caution it it, most of the time. Might explain why the neighbors never say hi or interact with her…
Well, no point in putting it off. She opened the letter and found a simple and brief message.
To Dragon,
Treasure here.
Regards, Volcano Insurance Co.
Ps. Bring crate from museum heist, thanks.
Followed by a map with detailed instructions. Pretty convenient all things considered. Sure, it is kind of suspicious, did not even note if she would be able to just take some treasure and walk away but she damn well was sure going to try. It was almost enticing enough an offer for her to obsess over it like she tends to do, when she becomes that other part of her. She sure as hell was not going to bring her newest prize though, they thought too little of her. But her stomach protested, she has not eaten for like almost two days and doing the whole fast transformation thing takes a lot out of her. Food first then treasure, Fiadh decided clothing herself in the usual way to hide her draconic features.
A few hours later, after getting a meal from Wcdonalds…well several. Five Wcchickens, two Big Wacs, 120 chicken Wcnuggets…. All she got for a pretty good deal thanks to all the coupons she hoards, those extreme couponers are on to something there. She arrived at the address. It just dawned on her how stupid volcano insurance is in a place far far from any volcanoes, least as far as she is aware. She was starting to be convinced that this was a trap, that she was lured here, but the allure of treasure had a strong grip on her.
Walking inside, she was almost immediately greeted by a man dressed kind of like Jake from State Farm. In fact, a name tag signified him as ‘Greg the Intern. From Volcano Insurance Co.’. Greg was typing something on his computer at the front desk for a few seconds before greeting Fiadh.
“Hello mam, how can I help you?”
”Uhh… I was told to come here.” Fiadh said, confused on why treasure would be at an insurance company.
“Oh nice! One of your friends or colleagues refer you for our excellent insurance?”
”No, I uh. I got a letter saying something about treasure. And directions here..”
“Treasure? I don- ooooh. You must be that dragon we have been waiting on… I guess you transform into one like a werewolf or something? If you don’t mind me asking mam.”
” Something like that.”
Greg went back to typing on his computer for a minute, checking something.
“Well, it looks like there will be a bit of a wait for the elevator, just a few minutes though but if you want there are some snacks on the table behind you.” Greg said, pointing to a table covered in snacks, both store bought and homemade. “I’m taking a cooking class on the side and you are lucky enough to come on a day when I was trying some new dishes! I have not had the opportunity to try it but the guys in the back sing praises of my cooking!” Greg said with a smile.
” Oh, no thank you! I just ate, I appreciate the offer though.” Fiadh responded, starting to warm up a little around Greg, whatever this place does they have a really damn good and courteous receptionist.
After a few minutes of idle chatter and with Greg constantly looking at his screen, he finally motioned Fiadh toward the elevator and told her to go to level B-4. Arriving on the floor, was a hallway with a dozen or so doors, but she was drawn to a particular door, sensing something valuable on the other side. Through the threshold was a dark room, with the only visible feature being a golden jeweled skull sitting on a pedestal.
”Jackpot…” Fiadh said, eyes greedily focused on swiping that and making off. But as she took a step near it, the room was suddenly flooded with a bright light, blinding her momentarily as she heard a dozen or so pairs of feet burst into the room followed by a heavier pair of footsteps.
“So, you must be that ‘dragon bitch’. I don’t see a dragon, just some whelp.” Said a voice behind her. “That’s too bad, I was hoping for a fight.”
As Fiadh’s vision began to return, she saw a dozen men dressed like ninjas wielding a variety of appropriate weapons and in the center of them was a large man with an athletic build and…holding a bowl full of something green.
Fiadh was hoping not to transform today, to give in to that other part of her, but she could not see another way out. ”Whelp?” Fiadh growled in pain, as she was feeling her skin rip and tear from the inside, visibly twisting into a different form. ”Let me show you how strong I can be, before I wipe the floor with you!”
As Fiadh’s skin began to tear from the body, creating a mess of blood and viscera on the floor, the henchmen began to exchange nervous looks but the Man began to look interested. “Ah, Impressive. But I can do that too, for I am the legendary Wasabi Warmachine! Observe.” The man said, as he began devouring the bowl of wasabi and began to contort and bulk up similar to Fiadh.
“Now, let’s see who is strongest.” The Warmachine yelled, preparing to strike.