Descent: Dragon’s JeersDate Posted: August 25, 2018
Amon knew he was suffering from heavy hallucinations among other vicious symptoms akin to withdrawal. That’s why he almost ignored the vision of the tiny dragon when it first appeared in his room.
But the snark that poured out of the creature was enough to convince him this was beyond something even his mind could conjure up. No. This was a real spirit-form of the dragon Midgardsormr. Just… much… much smaller.
It had followed him. All the way back to his apartment.
And now the wretched creature sat on the back of his chair on the other side of the room and made jeering noises at him. It was enough to force Amon to muster the strength to get out of bed, despite the fact Koh would have a fit if she caught him.
A heavy thunk sounded – not for the first time that night – as Amon hefted the largest book he could find at the thing’s face. His aim was sorely off, mostly because the world still spun and shivered around him.
The Elezen swore under his breath with every Allagan curse he could muster.
-A funny way to treat thy evaluator, Allagan.- Midgardsormr remarked, unruffled.
“Get out of my apartment!” Amon slurred and furiously threw another book. This time it hardly made it across the room.
The tiny dragon looked at the pitiful trajectory and noted. -Thou hast missed.-
“Silence! Another word and I’m going to come over there and wring your scrawny neck!”
-I shall excuse thy poor behavior for being lost in a fluster of the moment.-
“I’ll show you the fluster of the moment!” The Elezen fumed and stumbled across the room as if to make good on his threat.
This got Migardsormr to move, winging slowly into the air and re-perching on the top of a book shelf, far out of reach. –Thy mindset is worse off than I anticipated, Allagan.-
“And whose fault is that?” Amon threw yet another book. This time, it only succeeded in dropping back down on his own head.
This was enough to cause the Elezen to waver and flop down in the chair next to the bookshelf. Emotionally spent, he just folded in on himself, hands covering his face. His words sounded like a childish whine. “You’re destroying everything!”
-‘Tis not my doing, Allagan. ‘Tis thine own. Until thou canst take responsibility for thy crimes, situations like this shall cycle in and out of thy life.-
“Why couldn’t you just leave me alone?”
-Thou must pay thy dues, Allagan.-
“Fine,” Amon grit his teeth, gathering himself back up again. He shot a baleful look at the dragon. “I accept that for myself. But what you’ve done is made me a danger to others. They shouldn’t get caught up in this!”
-‘Tis a simple answer to that.-
-Don’t be a danger to those thou carest for.-
“’Tisn’t that easy!” Amon protested.
-Indeed. I said it was simple. Not easy.-
“You’re absolutely no help.”
-I am not here to help. I am here to judge.-
The Elezen just threw another book at the dragon, then slumped in the chair in a sign of miserable defeat.