A massive dragon of Black scales, with a total length of 175 feet from head to tail, and a height of 80 standing on all four legs. His scales are black and plate-like, and are as hard as steel, except for his soft underbelly which serves as a weak spot to his natural armor. An assortment of horns along his head, with three rows of sharp, spike-like scutes running down from the back of his neck to the tip of the tail, which also has a triangle-shaped barb. He has a wingspan of 230 feet, and he has four fingered claws on both his hind and forelimbs. The hands on his wings however, are smaller and have an additional 'thumb'. The wings are a bit more flexible then they appear. Instead of having a set of eyes, he has a single, giant reptilian eye at the center of his head. This eye provides both excellent vision and additional magical abilities aside from what would be expecting of a dragon.
As a large dragon, you could expect the beast to have enormous strength and durability, but he also can be fairly fast for his size, especially in flight. Being a dragon his forked tongue also has a great sense of smell. His saliva is toxic, as it has a blood thinner that prevents blood from clotting, and can be slightly corrosive to non-dragonic organic material, and weak earthen materials like stone and certain metals. His saliva as a result is a translucent green color, and often steams when exposed to air.
As expected, dragons have a natural affinity with fire, not only can he not be burned by any means (or directly negatively effected by heat alone), but he can breathe flames as well. However his fire is a bit more unusual then most dragons, as the flames are a gold-black color. Thought nothing else is remarkable about the fire. The fire can be produced and manipulated from almost any point of his exterior body, such as the mouth, wings, or claws. Manipulation can involve it being shot out as spheres, steady streams, etc. It can also determine the concentration of force and chemicals to make a much more explosive blast instead of a lingering fire.
His eye grants near-perfect vision, even through pitch darkness or smoke-screen effects. It can see through almost any sort of illusion and protects him from such magic. Additionally, the eye can activate several 'spells'. Once it casts a spell, the eye glows a red, laser-like light before it takes effect.
Telekinesis: Takes hold of an object, or multiple objects, with a limit of being able to carry up to 500 lbs in total weight, within sight and in a range of 10 meters. Alternatively, it can be used to send kinetic force or blasts towards wherever the eye is looking at as a powerful projectile of solid force, or directly around him. has a minute cool down between casting of this ability.
Telepathy: Preferred method of communication with others, allows the dragon to speak in the minds of others and vice versa, however this can also be used to peer into the surface of the conscience of others, to validate if they are being truthful or if they are holding any secrets. Note that this isn't necessarily mind reading as it can only detect the mind thinking allowed.
Shield: Creates a sort of shield or wall made of kinetic energy wherever he is looking at, usually directly in front of him.
Pyrokinesis: This allows him to control fire directly, note that this isn't connected to his naturally ability to produce his green flames from his body, but this can allow him to control that fire after it has already left his original control. Uses of this ability can be to control where the fire spreads, fire tentacles, redirecting a fire projectile, or causing a spontaneous combustion on a target object or area within the same range as his telekinesis that can vary between some small sparks to a grenade-sized explosion. This can be used on any other form of fire as well, so long as that fire isn't directly in control of someone else.
Electrokinesis: Limited to only shooting bolts of lightning from his eye, redirecting or neutralizing electricity, or imbuing a part of his body with electricity. Has a 4 minute cool-down.
Transformation: He uses this only to turn into a human form, and to change back. However if the source of the spell is broken while he transformed as a human (I.E. Something destroys his eye) then he is forced back into his original form. Also his wings often stay in this state as well. Also he only has one eye in his human transformation, but the position of the eye is normal, with one and a right and an empty socket on the left. His human form, while has some dragonic properties such as being unable to burn, and his eye is still enchanted, it is his weaker form. While his physical stats are above human level it is dwarfed from his true form, the only advantages are being much faster and being able to use equipment.
Summon: He uses this only to summon certain equipment that he uses, or to un-summon them to send them back to his lair.
Within his lair he has amassed a vast sea of fortune, mostly of gold and other valuable treasures and artifacts, which was either stolen when he took over the lair, or what he added after some pillages or raids later. He has many magical equipment within this treasured horde as well, though he only uses a few of them, the rest he merely admires. It is difficult to use equipment without using his transformation anyway. So these are the only items of note.
Human Form adorning his enchanted armor, and using Gilfried
Gilfried: As seen in the picture, The lance is made of an enchanted steel that grants the weapon a power of electricity. As such, it can be used to evoke destructive flows of electricity with each blow, or fired range electrical attacks such a bolt of lightning. The blade is enchanted to be indestructible by physical means as well
Armor of Salgberd: The same knight who wielded Gilfried adorned this armor, it is enchanted by the same methods, and made of the same material of the lance, however the electricity is mostly offered as resistance to electricity.
His lair lies within a massive volcano, the mouth of the cave being large and wide enough for his size. Inside is a city of dwarven design, ruined by time and his own destruction. The cieling is very high, with a large opening that leads to the summit of the volcano and has full view of the sun in midday. Volcanic vents and pools of lava run through this city, carving through it molten streams. Beyond that is a massive lake of magma that serves as his resting area, and past that is an even larger cavern though not built by dwarves, a large natural cave instead. This cave houses his treasure hoard, which floods the cavern near the brim of it.
A kingdom of dwarves, the name of which lost in history, were infamous for much of their great wealth and being blacksmiths of magical items. This one day, attracting the attention of a great dragon, whos origins itself varies between legend to legend. Some say that he was born by the god of evil himself as a last effort to destroy the world, others say that he was the very incarnation of the god of dragons himself, or others say that it was a dragon who was cursed by a god for a previous sin to loose his eye, though many stories tell of a connection with Kil'threx himself, either has a dragon corrupted by his power, an egg cursed with his wickedness, or a straight up creation of his own powers directly. regardless, all legends point to his claim over this dwarving kingdom. The few that survived such a calamity would go on to tell of his great might and horrible nature. Some say he was a wild beast, others say he was an intelligent devil. Regardless, the once great dwarven kingdom fell to ruin under the tyranny of the dragon. Afterwards the myth varies once more. Some peasants will tell you that he seeks his territory for children that got lost in the woods, others say that he is amassing a brood of dragons.
His activities are the most told; Grazing over farms to feast on their cattle, destroying villages for the sake of destruction itself, or tyrannizing kingdoms with fear if they do not pay tribute to him. Many times does he seek to be revered as a god, and kingdoms that fail to acknowledge his might are swiftly destroyed. Many have tried to slay him, but none have made it back from the treacherous volcanic city he lays claim to.
He is a great dragon that embodies the sins of Pride, Wrath, And Greed. He loves valuable treasures, rare items, and lost artifacts. A harmless hobby one would think, if not for his lust to steal these treasures from others, guarding his accumalated hoard jealously, the very reason he exterminated the dwarves of what is now his lair was for greed alone. His avarice has lead him to be paranoid, thinking of thieves or knights that wish to steal his treasure hoard, and because of that he rarely leaves his lair unless prompted too for one reason or another.
Though he is ancient, he has a very short patience with those that poke a whole in his ego, or are simply too much of an annoyance to toy with. When he shows his wrath, it is often short, going on a destructive rampage or simply swiftly burning a mortal alive. However if someone does him a great wrong or injustice, he will seek vengeance, and his revenge will be brutal. He will often scheme how the revenge will be played in decades of time spans, setting pieces in too place and inspiring rumors and scapegoating all for the one man that decided to steal his golden goblet or made that one joke of him across an entire city of him being a gecko. Ultimately these revenge schemes will consist of a slow psychological torment and leading into a brutal murder, and every now and then throwing in perhaps some dirt to tarnish the target's reputation, working in the shadows as a sort of social puppet master.
That being said, he loves deception. He is good at it, though of course, why deceive everyone when you can just burn it? He uses his deception solely for the purpose of his amusement rather then tying it in to anything more important, such as a mission, which he uses his brute force for. Revenge or toying with an arrogant paladin are the two favorites of his.
As for his pride, perhaps a sin bigger then his avarice, as he sees himself as a God. A God worthy of praise, a God that even the other gods (yes, even Kil'threx, though he isn't stupid enough to say that too his face) Should fear and respect him. He does not work for anyone but himself, but he will work with someone should he see it too his advantage, or how he likes to put it "using a pawn". His pride tends to be his biggest weakness, both being as something he is easily angered by, and the fact that it is easy to please him, or to keep him from killing you. Stroking his ego is very effective against him, and doing so may persuade him. Though there is a very small limit in what you can get him to do with flattery alone.
Territorial, he is. So much so that you will not find a single dragon 100 miles away from his lair in any direction, that is because he has killed every single one within that radius, and has kept a damn good job at making sure no new neighbors make their home. He cares not for those of evil alignment for the most part, just as he cares none for the good alignment. To him, his 'coworkers' are prey that are merely being used as pawns for now.
He is wise, yes, and intelligent, as one would expect for such an ancient creature. However his wisdom is corrupted, tainted by his ego and avarice. His jealousy keeps his 'prized' knowledge to himself, though may give advice if he is pleased enough. His wisdom is poor in judgement, as he sees himself as the greatest in most if not all aspects, being above the gods and all. One thing is certain though, he is a crafty schemer for only his amusement.
Heat was the first thing that fell over the knight's face. His blue eyes staring at the inferno before him. The cave entrance had been cold and damp but further in, and the entrance to the old dwarf city, the heat even unattended remained great. Volcanic pools of lava acted as lakes and rivers as they cut through crumbled buildings and structures of dwarven make. He stepped forward, slowly, electricity briefly escaping his lance.
As he past through the cities, surprised to see no demons or hellspawn, or lesser dragons attack him, he eventually came across a massive lake of lava, and past that, a stalagmite cavern that looked even bigger and deeper then the city's cavern, filled with riches beyond his wildest dreams. "Dragon!" The knight shouted. "My name is Salgberd, knight of blue thunder!" He would smash the ground before him with the end of his lance, electricity flowed in the ground and great force shook the cavern. "I have come to slay thee and bring your head to justice!" For a moment after, all was quiet, until the magma began to bubble. A black mass slowly rose from the molten rock, rising, bigger then the knight imagined. Before him was the head and some of the neck of the beast, looming over him while the rest of his body was presumed to be beneath the molten liquid. He heard a booming voice in his mind. "You dare awaken me?!" the voice pounded in his head so loud that the knight staggered back and held his ears.
He geared up his lance, ready to attack after recovering from the voice. "Sleep is the last thing you should worry about! demon!" He shouted as he would throw the lance directly into the eye of the dragon with great force and speed, however to his surprise, the lance stopped in mid air. "wha-" Before he could finish, the lance swiftly turned around as if by magic, and was then volleyed back towards him with the same force. He would catch it with great dexterity and strength, absorbing the electricity that came off of the weapon, though he would have to skid back a few feet. The massive eye at the center of the dragon glowed, a crosshair of red light illuminating off of it before a bolt of lightning connected between the pupil of the dragon and the chestplate of the knight. He would be blasted back by the bolt, but the electricity didn't hurt him. "That is some fine quality equipment you have..." The dragon seemed to vex in the head of the knight as he recovered again.
The knight was tired of the dragon, and he charged again, leaping into the air with inhuman speed and strength as he went to impale the beast from above. The dragon watched him, clearly the man wasn't bright, as the beast simply moved its head and neck out of the way. As he did, the knight's eyes went wide, as he was now heading into the pool of lava. He screamed as he plummeted into the liquid. He surfaced, his armor keeping him alive but barely his skin was burning off of his bones in a gruesome matter. The dragon watched the fly be burned by the lamp, as it were, as the knight struggled to stay afloat in the burning liquid. He was pleased to see the equipment was unharmed by the heat due to its magical properties. Before the knight burned away completely, a voice ringed into his head. "Thank you for your donation."
The following day, The village raised the alarms. Their hero has returned. All matter of men, women, and children gathered at the gates, and an expecting king to give the Salgberg his reward. The knight entered, fully clad in his armor. Cheering spread throughout the kingdom and the king along with his trusty guards approached the heroic figure. He offered the knight a golden relic of his family's keepsake. It was a fancy thing. The knight snatched it, aggressively so, to everyone's shock. He then turned back to face the king. "I am tired of pretending to be the good guy, I, Salgberg, am a knight only for riches and praise!" he exclaimed to the horrified faces of many. He then unsheathed his lance, and followed to stab the king. "I always hated you.." The knight said, the guards undrew their weapons and the knight ran through the crowd that was still shocked in cowardice. His only family tried to stop him, but the knight merely trampled over them, even slashing his father across the way, and escaping to the gates. The guards never did find him. The knight returned to the mouth of the dragon's lair, unmasking his helmet to reveal not Salgberg, but a different man altogether underneath the armor. The man laughed as he carefully placed the golden object down and morphed into his true form. The great black dragon that the knight tried to slay.
The Great Dragon Niddhog had awoken from his chambers, laying ontop of his treasure hoard as if it were a bed or nest. Appearing before him, an apparition of the God of evil himself. Niddhog saw his 'master' as a roadblock to his true glory. He was greater then him, for now at least, that much was certain to the dragon. However eventually he will surpass his creator. The beast was silent as the manifestation of the Dark God spoke. "It is time to put your destruction for greater use, Níðhöggr." The god spoke, speaking of the Dragon's official name in perfect pronunciation. "You should know by now that I am not a henchma-" the God held his hand up, cutting the dragon off. Normally if one were to do this the dragon would inflict great wrath. However he wasn't about to loose his cool in front of a god, and besides it wasn't the actual god, just an apparition. He would stand back, and show him images of even grander treasure, legendary items, and above all, a small glimpse of the dragon's own reflection, ascending like a god. "I know what you seek, I know your ambitions, you cannot hide your true nature Níðhöggr, I designed it after all." The dragon's attention was now fully brought upon the god as he continued. "Aid in me, and with the others I will recruit, in the destruction of the world. You will be paid in more then just physical value in your efforts, perhaps even the power you seek.." Before the dragon could question him further the apparition faded. The dragon was deep in thought, he doubted that if he knew his true intentions then he wouldn't grant him godhood, it was likely just empty promises. Still, he doubted that his efforts wouldn't go unrewarded, and there is always the chance that his creator is more foolish then he thought. So the dragon rose from his gold hoard. There wasn't much of a cost for doing this either, any risks at first glance. Destruction was what he loved, though it seemed he had to help others as well.
The dragon would fly out above the city, through the large opening in the summit, and land upon a cliff. His talons digging into stone as he oversaw the landscape before him. If he had to tolerate these other nuisances, so be it.
Alright, thanks! I'll conjure up the god's message to his dragon (possibly child even), however after thinking about it more I was thinking of changing his poison fire to gold-black flames (nothing special about the fire other then its looks, you know how Kalameet breathed fire.) And keeping the toxic property to just a poisonous saliva to symbolize his corrupted greed and pride, that sound good?
Edit: And I included the message just now, thoughts?
@TheWizardLizard Alright, Ill include the lair, but as for any servants or anything Niddhog has none, he doesn't trust any living creature near his treasure hoard, and he is too prideful to enlist help initially.
Edit: btw, it is possible to either steal from or persuade him to hand over some of his magical weapons and equipment in his treasure horde, so he can also be a supplier to other villains.
Error, also sorry about that, didn't see someone had an idea for a weredragon. tbh though Niddhogg isnt a weredragon, just a dragon that has a spell to make him in a human disguise. So semantics aside he isn't a true weredragon.
A massive dragon of Black scales, with a total length of 175 feet from head to tail, and a height of 80 standing on all four legs. His scales are black and plate-like, and are as hard as steel, except for his soft underbelly which serves as a weak spot to his natural armor. An assortment of horns along his head, with three rows of sharp, spike-like scutes running down from the back of his neck to the tip of the tail, which also has a triangle-shaped barb. He has a wingspan of 230 feet, and he has four fingered claws on both his hind and forelimbs. The hands on his wings however, are smaller and have an additional 'thumb'. The wings are a bit more flexible then they appear. Instead of having a set of eyes, he has a single, giant reptilian eye at the center of his head. This eye provides both excellent vision and additional magical abilities aside from what would be expecting of a dragon.
As a large dragon, you could expect the beast to have enormous strength and durability, but he also can be fairly fast for his size, especially in flight. Being a dragon his forked tongue also has a great sense of smell. His saliva is toxic, as it has a blood thinner that prevents blood from clotting, and can be slightly corrosive to non-dragonic organic material. His saliva as a result is a translucent green color, and often steams when exposed to air.
As expected, dragons have a natural affinity with fire, not only can he not be burned by any means (or directly negatively effected by heat alone), but he can breathe flames as well. However his fire is a bit more unusual then most dragons, as the flames are a gold-black color. Thought nothing else is remarkable about the fire. The fire can be produced and manipulated from almost any point of his exterior body, such as the mouth, wings, or claws. Manipulation can involve it being shot out as spheres, steady streams, etc. It can also determine the concentration of force and chemicals to make a much more explosive blast instead of a lingering fire.
His eye grants near-perfect vision, even through pitch darkness or smoke-screen effects. It can see through almost any sort of illusion and protects him from such magic. Additionally, the eye can activate several 'spells'. Once it casts a spell, the eye glows a red, laser-like light before it takes effect.
Telekinesis: Takes hold of an object, or multiple objects, with a limit of being able to carry up to 500 lbs in total weight, within sight and in a range of 10 meters. Alternatively, it can be used to send kinetic force or blasts towards wherever the eye is looking at as a powerful projectile of solid force, or directly around him. has a minute cool down between casting of this ability.
Telepathy: Preferred method of communication with others, allows the dragon to speak in the minds of others and vice versa, however this can also be used to peer into the surface of the conscience of others, to validate if they are being truthful or if they are holding any secrets. Note that this isn't necessarily mind reading as it can only detect the mind thinking allowed.
Shield: Creates a sort of shield or wall made of kinetic energy wherever he is looking at, usually directly in front of him.
Pyrokinesis: This allows him to control fire directly, note that this isn't connected to his naturally ability to produce his green flames from his body, but this can allow him to control that fire after it has already left his original control. Uses of this ability can be to control where the fire spreads, fire tentacles, redirecting a fire projectile, or causing a spontaneous combustion on a target object or area within the same range as his telekinesis that can vary between some small sparks to a grenade-sized explosion. This can be used on any other form of fire as well, so long as that fire isn't directly in control of someone else.
Electrokinesis: Limited to only shooting bolts of lightning from his eye, redirecting or neutralizing electricity, or imbuing a part of his body with electricity. Has a 4 minute cool-down.
Transformation: He uses this only to turn into a human form, and to change back. However if the source of the spell is broken while he transformed as a human (I.E. Something destroys his eye) then he is forced back into his original form. Also his wings often stay in this state as well. Also he only has one eye in his human transformation, but the position of the eye is normal, with one and a right and an empty socket on the left. His human form, while has some dragonic properties such as being unable to burn, and his eye is still enchanted, it is his weaker form. While his physical stats are above human level it is dwarfed from his true form, the only advantages are being much faster and being able to use equipment.
Summon: He uses this only to summon certain equipment that he uses, or to un-summon them to send them back to his lair.
Within his lair he has amassed a vast sea of fortune, mostly of gold and other valuable treasures and artifacts, which was either stolen when he took over the lair, or what he added after some pillages or raids later. He has many magical equipment within this treasured horde as well, though he only uses a few of them, the rest he merely admires. It is difficult to use equipment without using his transformation anyway. So these are the only items of note.
Human Form adorning his enchanted armor, and using Gilfried
Gilfried: As seen in the picture, The lance is made of an enchanted steel that grants the weapon a power of electricity. As such, it can be used to evoke destructive flows of electricity with each blow, or fired range electrical attacks such a bolt of lightning. The blade is enchanted to be indestructible by physical means as well
Armor of Salgberd: The same knight who wielded Gilfried adorned this armor, it is enchanted by the same methods, and made of the same material of the lance, however the electricity is mostly offered as resistance to electricity.
His lair lies within a massive volcano, the mouth of the cave being large and wide enough for his size. Inside is a city of dwarven design, ruined by time and his own destruction. The cieling is very high, with a large opening that leads to the summit of the volcano and has full view of the sun in midday. Volcanic vents and pools of lava run through this city, carving through it molten streams. Beyond that is a massive lake of magma that serves as his resting area, and past that is an even larger cavern though not built by dwarves, a large natural cave instead. This cave houses his treasure hoard, which floods the cavern near the brim of it.
A kingdom of dwarves, the name of which lost in history, were infamous for much of their great wealth and being blacksmiths of magical items. This one day, attracting the attention of a great dragon, whos origins itself varies between legend to legend. Some say that he was born by the god of evil himself as a last effort to destroy the world, others say that he was the very incarnation of the god of dragons himself, or others say that it was a dragon who was cursed by a god for a previous sin to loose his eye, though many stories tell of a connection with Kil'threx himself, either has a dragon corrupted by his power, an egg cursed with his wickedness, or a straight up creation of his own powers directly. regardless, all legends point to his claim over this dwarving kingdom. The few that survived such a calamity would go on to tell of his great might and horrible nature. Some say he was a wild beast, others say he was an intelligent devil. Regardless, the once great dwarven kingdom fell to ruin under the tyranny of the dragon. Afterwards the myth varies once more. Some peasants will tell you that he seeks his territory for children that got lost in the woods, others say that he is amassing a brood of dragons.
His activities are the most told; Grazing over farms to feast on their cattle, destroying villages for the sake of destruction itself, or tyrannizing kingdoms with fear if they do not pay tribute to him. Many times does he seek to be revered as a god, and kingdoms that fail to acknowledge his might are swiftly destroyed. Many have tried to slay him, but none have made it back from the treacherous volcanic city he lays claim to.
He is a great dragon that embodies the sins of Pride, Wrath, And Greed. He loves valuable treasures, rare items, and lost artifacts. A harmless hobby one would think, if not for his lust to steal these treasures from others, guarding his accumalated hoard jealously, the very reason he exterminated the dwarves of what is now his lair was for greed alone. His avarice has lead him to be paranoid, thinking of thieves or knights that wish to steal his treasure hoard, and because of that he rarely leaves his lair unless prompted too for one reason or another.
Though he is ancient, he has a very short patience with those that poke a whole in his ego, or are simply too much of an annoyance to toy with. When he shows his wrath, it is often short, going on a destructive rampage or simply swiftly burning a mortal alive. However if someone does him a great wrong or injustice, he will seek vengeance, and his revenge will be brutal. He will often scheme how the revenge will be plaid in decades of time spans, setting pieces in too place and inspiring rumors and scapegoating all for the one man that decided to steal his golden goblet or made that one joke of him across an entire city of him being a gecko. Ultimately these revenge schemes will consist of a slow psychological torment and leading into a brutal murder, and every now and then throwing in perhaps some dirt to tarnish the target's reputation, working in the shadows as a sort of social puppet master.
That being said, he loves deception. He is good at it, though of course, why deceive everyone when you can just burn it? He uses his deception solely for the purpose of his amusement rather then tying it in to anything more important, such as a mission, which he uses his brute force for. Revenge or toying with an arrogant paladin are the two favorites of his.
As for his pride, perhaps a sin bigger then his avarice, as he sees himself as a God. A God worthy of praise, a God that even the other gods (yes, even Kil'threx, though he isn't stupid enough to say that too his face) Should fear and respect him. He does not work for anyone but himself, but he will work with someone should he see it too his advantage, or how he likes to put it "using a pawn". His pride tends to be his biggest weakness, both being as something he is easily angered by, and the fact that it is easy to please him, or to keep him from killing you. Stroking his ego is very effective against him, and doing so may persuade him. Though there is a very small limit in what you can get him to do with flattery alone.
Territorial, he is. So much so that you will not find a single dragon 100 miles away from his lair in any direction, that is because he has killed every single one within that radius, and has kept a damn good job at making sure no new neighbors make their home. He cares not for those of evil alignment for the most part, just as he cares none for the good alignment. To him, his 'coworkers' are prey that are merely being used as pawns for now.
He is wise, yes, and intelligent, as one would expect for such an ancient creature. However his wisdom is corrupted, tainted by his ego and avarice. He jealousy keeps his 'prized' knowledge to himself, though may give advice if he is pleased enough. However his wisdom is poor in judgement, as he sees himself as the greatest in most if not all aspects, being above the gods and all. One thing is certain though, he is a crafty schemer for only his amusement.
Heat was the first thing that fell over the knight's face. His blue eyes staring at the inferno before him. The cave entrance had been cold and damp but further in, and the entrance to the old dwarf city, the heat even unattended remained great. Volcanic pools of lava acted as lakes and rivers as they cut through crumbled buildings and structures of dwarven make. He stepped forward, slowly, electricity briefly escaping his lance.
As he past through the cities, surprised to see no demons or hellspawn, or lesser dragons attack him, he eventually came across a massive lake of lava, and past that, a stalagmite cavern that looked even bigger and deeper then the city's cavern, filled with riches beyond his wildest dreams. "Dragon!" The knight shouted. "My name is Salgberd, knight of blue thunder!" He would smash the ground before him with the end of his lance, electricity flowed in the ground and great force shook the cavern. "I have come to slay thee and bring your head to justice!" For a moment after, all was quiet, until the magma began to bubble. A black mass slowly rose from the molten rock, rising, bigger then the knight imagined. Before him was the head and some of the neck of the beast, looming over him while the rest of his body was presumed to be beneath the molten liquid. He heard a booming voice in his mind. "You dare awaken me?!" the voice pounded in his head so loud that the knight staggered back and held his ears.
He geared up his lance, ready to attack after recovering from the voice. "Sleep is the last thing you should worry about! demon!" He shouted as he would throw the lance directly into the eye of the dragon with great force and speed, however to his surprise, the lance stopped in mid air. "wha-" Before he could finish, the lance swiftly turned around as if by magic, and was then volleyed back towards him with the same force. He would catch it with great dexterity and strength, absorbing the electricity that came off of the weapon, though he would have to skid back a few feet. The massive eye at the center of the dragon glowed, a crosshair of red light illuminating off of it before a bolt of lightning connected between the pupil of the dragon and the chestplate of the knight. He would be blasted back by the bolt, but the electricity didn't hurt him. "That is some fine quality equipment you have..." The dragon seemed to vex in the head of the knight as he recovered again.
The knight was tired of the dragon, and he charged again, leaping into the air with inhuman speed and strength as he went to impale the beast from above. The dragon watched him, clearly the man wasn't bright, as the beast simply moved its head and neck out of the way. As he did, the knight's eyes went wide, as he was now heading into the pool of lava. He screamed as he plummeted into the liquid. He surfaced, his armor keeping him alive but barely his skin was burning off of his bones in a gruesome matter. The dragon watched the fly be burned by the lamp, as it were, as the knight struggled to stay afloat in the burning liquid. He was pleased to see the equipment was unharmed by the heat due to its magical properties. Before the knight burned away completely, a voice ringed into his head. "Thank you for your donation."
The following day, The village raised the alarms. Their hero has returned. All matter of men, women, and children gathered at the gates, and an expecting king to give the Salgberg his reward. The knight entered, fully clad in his armor. Cheering spread throughout the kingdom and the king along with his trusty guards approached the heroic figure. He offered the knight a golden relic of his family's keepsake. It was a fancy thing. The knight snatched it, aggressively so, to everyone's shock. He then turned back to face the king. "I am tired of pretending to be the good guy, I, Salgberg, am a knight only for riches and praise!" he exclaimed to the horrified faces of many. He then unsheathed his lance, and followed to stab the king. "I always hated you.." The knight said, the guards undrew their weapons and the knight ran through the crowd that was still shocked in cowardice. His only family tried to stop him, but the knight merely trampled over them, even slashing his father across the way, and escaping to the gates. The guards never did find him. The knight returned to the mouth of the dragon's lair, unmasking his helmet to reveal not Salgberg, but a different man altogether underneath the armor. The man laughed as he carefully placed the golden object down and morphed into his true form. The great black dragon that the knight tried to slay.
The Great Dragon Niddhog had awoken from his chambers, laying ontop of his treasure hoard as if it were a bed or nest. Appearing before him, an apparition of the God of evil himself. Kilgarrah saw his 'master' as a roadblock to his true glory. He was greater then him, for now at least, that much was certain to the dragon. However eventually he will surpass his creator. The beast was silent as the manifestation of the Dark God spoke. "It is time to put your destruction for greater use, Níðhöggr." The god spoke, speaking of the Dragon's official name in perfect pronunciation. "You should know by now that I am not a henchma-" the God held his hand up, cutting the dragon off. Normally if one were to do this the dragon would inflict great wrath. However he wasn't about to loose his cool in front of a god, and besides it wasn't the actual god, just an apparition. He would stand back, and show him images of even grander treasure, legendary items, and above all, a small glimpse of the dragon's own reflection, ascending like a god. "I know what you seek, I know your ambitions, you cannot hide your true nature Níðhöggr, I designed it after all." The dragon's attention was now fully brought upon the god as he continued. "Aid in me, and with the others I will recruit, in the destruction of the world. You will be paid in more then just physical value in your efforts, perhaps even the power you seek.." Before the dragon could question him further the apparition faded. The dragon was deep in thought, he doubted that if he knew his true intentions then he wouldn't grant him godhood, it was likely just empty promises. Still, he doubted that his efforts wouldn't go unrewarded, and there is always the chance that his creator is more foolish then he thought. So the dragon rose from his gold hoard. There wasn't much of a cost for doing this either, any risks at first glance. Destruction was what he loved, though it seemed he had to help others as well.
The dragon would fly out above the city, through the large opening in the summit, and land upon a cliff. His talons digging into stone as he oversaw the landscape before him. If he had to tolerate these other nuisances, so be it.
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