Faction: Outlaws
Name: Drakk
Group B
Ill start off by saying this is my first entry, I hope that I manage to follow the rules of the submission. If not let me know and ill remove it! Im not a very good MOC builder, so it might be a little light on actual building. I hope the story is entertaining at least. Hope you guys like it
Drakk had gotten word of the events at the Queen’s banquet, even from the isolation of the magical isles. She had imprisoned all those present, and had sent countless soldiers all over the the mainland to occupy towns and seize strongholds. Despite her as of yet uncontested position, Drakk still believed she was stretching her forces too thin. Of course he could care less how the mainlanders killed one another, but he felt an affinity to this Queen. After all, the famous idiom states “the enemy of my enemy is my friend.”
Drakk gathered his followers for an announcement. “I shall go join this queen as means to an end. She will help me in getting my revenge on those who have wrong us, and I will help her by lending her my talents...for a time.” After a brief discussion of logistics with his lieutenants, he set off for the mainland.
It was at the outskirts of East Stowburn where he encountered his first patrol of the Queen’s soldiers. Drakk’s companions were off foraging for supplies while he relaxed at the campsite. The patrol seemed to be carrying supplies to the army as well as loot from their raids on the surrounding towns.
“Traveller! Hand over tribute for the Queen and make way, we are in a hurry,” said the heavily armed knight on horseback.
Drakk raised an eyebrow as he gazed upon their sigil, the dreaded red dragon. He decided he might like this Queen after all. “While I admire your seal, your manners can use some adjustment. I have not traveled this far to give tribute to the Queen, I have come to join her. For a modest fee of course.”
The knight scoffed as he replied, “What use does the queen have for a lone outlaw, who seems to not know his place?” Chuckles spread amongst the soldiers behind him.
Ignoring the jab, Drakk responded. “I am a sorcerer from the magical isles, surely she has need of those who possess magic.” As he spoke, Drakk raised his right arm. His hand seemed to disappear from sight as a shimmering breach in reality appeared. As he withdrew his hand, it grasped an ornate golden sword, decorated with arcane runes and visage of a dragon. In his left hand, a small flame burst into existence and danced at his fingertips.
The knight was obviously impressed, despite his visage being masked behind his dark helm. The soldiers behind him began muttering in hushed tones to one another. Despite this, the knight responded to the display with an air of boredom. “We have many who can use magic with us. We even have the famous wizard Maldrake! The Queen doesn’t need some conjurer of cheap tricks.
“CHEAP TRICKS?!” Drakk had had enough of this impertinent fool. Gathering his magical reserves, he used his most powerful ability. With a roar that began with the powerful baritone of his voice, and ended with deafening bellow, he transformed. His arms and legs extended into great claws, wings burst from his back, and he grew in size, all in the span of a few moments. A few more seconds and his transformation was complete. A mighty red dragon now stood in front of the night and looked down at the now trembling knight. “Ill take my advance pay now,” Drakk said through the grin of his knife sized teeth. After letting the knight tremble for a few seconds, he returned to his human form much less dramatically.
“Y-y-you’re hired...” squawked the Knight. With a wave of his hand several soldiers shoved a chest of pillaged goods in front of the sorcerer. “You can come with us,” the knight managed to say in a weak voice. And more to himself, “The higher-ups need to see this.”
Drakk smiled as he eyed the gold hungrily (dragons do love their gold). “I think I'll enjoy my stay on the mainland.”
Some more angles on my flikr
http://www.flickr.com/photos/101527150@N07/