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I think I'm gonna let the better writers among us, come up with the story of this unfortunate fennec fox rogue and why opening that chest was either a crummy idea or the best idea ever.
Category Artwork (Traditional) / Transformation
Species Vulpine (Other)
Size 750 x 1074px
File Size 92.8 kB
Dhalan was a young and ambitious thief, but not very good at listening to his elders.
"The horde of the dragon Nocturne?" scoffed the leader of the thieves guild. "A legend and nothing more. Anyone who has ever went searching for it has never returned. The desert swallowed them up. It's not worth your time or trouble, Dhalan. Go and seek something more immediate and local, like that fat merchant Salim's mansion."
Dhalan didn't listen however. The stories about the wonders of the lost dragon's horde swam through his dreams and even waking thoughts. Eventually, he managed to hire out a transport and a guide into the desert to search for the fabled dragon's hidden lair. The path and quest was not easy. The fighter fell to bandits. The Ranger was devoured by a monster guarding the lair's entrance. Eventually, it was only Dhalan remaining. His skills at evading and disarming traps were in peak form this day however. Finally, he made his way down to the lower level of the dungeon, where the vault of the ancient dragon Nocturne lay. A portal carved in stone lay before him, written in cryptic draconic writing, which Dhalan could not read. However, he saw no traps at this point, and so he continued on. The young fennec thief slipped into the vault and opened his lantern fully to take in the riches.... and found the vault room empty save for one solitary chest. Disappointment made his ears droop as he looked at the simple, old chest. It wasn't even locked! For a moment, Dhalen even tried to disbelieve that the room was devoid of treasure, but to no avail. Eventually, after carefully checking the room for evidence of traps, he decided to just kick open the chest. he peered inside to find a darkly shining set of what first appeared to be dragon scales of varying sizes. Further examination revealed that the scales were part of a finely constructed set of dragon scale armor. These scales seemed to absorb the very light from his lantern, as if it were a hole in reality, and not a suit of armor.
This must be the Shadow Armor of Nocturne, when h e took his human form. thought Dhalen. Well, a relic such as that must be worth something, so at least this won't be a total loss. Besides, a strong, master-worked armor such as this might even come in useful for me. I could meld with the very shadows, if i can find a Bard to help me decipher how it works.
On a whim, Dhalen set down his lantern and wiggled out of his own dusty leather armor. he would try on the Shadow armor, just to see how it fit. He fully removed it from the chest, and stepped a paw into the leggings. It was cold to his body, but seemed to fit snugly. Dhalen slipped his other paw into the legging of the armor, and began to pull it up when he paused at a noise he heard. The entire vault suddenly seemed to rumble with a low and deep voice. Dhalen's ears went flat as he felt the dark armor begin to hug his body and slide over it like a living thing. The shadow stuff of the scales seemed to rear up on it's own then, and the darkness formed into a leering face. It's horrible maw opened and then came down on the hapless and scared stiff fennec. Everything went dark.
An unknown time later, he awoke on the cold stone floor. Two thoughts went through his mind. Where am I? said one voice in his mind, and another, deeper voice asked When is it?
Without a thought about how, Dhalen stood up and waved his black talon, creating a thin layer of suspended water in the air before him, revealing his reflection. He looked his body up and down, his black scales, his large talons and claws, his tooth filled muzzle and wicked sharp horns. He stretched his wings and grinned. This form is slightly small and weak, but it will do for the time being. What is important is that now I can leave this accursed prison.
Dhalen's slitted eyes widened and he whimpered at seeing his newly transformed body. Even worse, he felt a presence with him, like someone hovering over his shoulder, or even into his own eyes. Something was there, with him, in his new body! That thing was trying to control his movements even as he fought it back. But he felt like a small candle amid a thickly dark room, and the darkness was powerful and closing in, threatening to snuff out his small light. "St--stop!! I, I take it back. I don't want the armor or the treasure. Just put me back the way I was! Please! I'll give you anything you could want!"
The presence closed in on his little mental light even further, looming over Dhalen's mind before finally enveloping it entirely. You already have, fool. Now be silent! thundered the dark voice of Nocturne. Dhalen watched from his inner mind, curling up into a ball in the cold darkness that has overtaken him. He felt and watched his body turn and pick up the shadow dragon armor still laying on the floor. The half-dragon, half-fennec creature donned it's armor with relish. How I missed the feel of this Nocturne thought, and then calmly strode from the vault. Dhalen watched through eyes no longer his own, and noticed the draconic writing on the stone archway as he passed it once more. This time, he could read it. it said;
'May will become what you steal.'
"The horde of the dragon Nocturne?" scoffed the leader of the thieves guild. "A legend and nothing more. Anyone who has ever went searching for it has never returned. The desert swallowed them up. It's not worth your time or trouble, Dhalan. Go and seek something more immediate and local, like that fat merchant Salim's mansion."
Dhalan didn't listen however. The stories about the wonders of the lost dragon's horde swam through his dreams and even waking thoughts. Eventually, he managed to hire out a transport and a guide into the desert to search for the fabled dragon's hidden lair. The path and quest was not easy. The fighter fell to bandits. The Ranger was devoured by a monster guarding the lair's entrance. Eventually, it was only Dhalan remaining. His skills at evading and disarming traps were in peak form this day however. Finally, he made his way down to the lower level of the dungeon, where the vault of the ancient dragon Nocturne lay. A portal carved in stone lay before him, written in cryptic draconic writing, which Dhalan could not read. However, he saw no traps at this point, and so he continued on. The young fennec thief slipped into the vault and opened his lantern fully to take in the riches.... and found the vault room empty save for one solitary chest. Disappointment made his ears droop as he looked at the simple, old chest. It wasn't even locked! For a moment, Dhalen even tried to disbelieve that the room was devoid of treasure, but to no avail. Eventually, after carefully checking the room for evidence of traps, he decided to just kick open the chest. he peered inside to find a darkly shining set of what first appeared to be dragon scales of varying sizes. Further examination revealed that the scales were part of a finely constructed set of dragon scale armor. These scales seemed to absorb the very light from his lantern, as if it were a hole in reality, and not a suit of armor.
This must be the Shadow Armor of Nocturne, when h e took his human form. thought Dhalen. Well, a relic such as that must be worth something, so at least this won't be a total loss. Besides, a strong, master-worked armor such as this might even come in useful for me. I could meld with the very shadows, if i can find a Bard to help me decipher how it works.
On a whim, Dhalen set down his lantern and wiggled out of his own dusty leather armor. he would try on the Shadow armor, just to see how it fit. He fully removed it from the chest, and stepped a paw into the leggings. It was cold to his body, but seemed to fit snugly. Dhalen slipped his other paw into the legging of the armor, and began to pull it up when he paused at a noise he heard. The entire vault suddenly seemed to rumble with a low and deep voice. Dhalen's ears went flat as he felt the dark armor begin to hug his body and slide over it like a living thing. The shadow stuff of the scales seemed to rear up on it's own then, and the darkness formed into a leering face. It's horrible maw opened and then came down on the hapless and scared stiff fennec. Everything went dark.
An unknown time later, he awoke on the cold stone floor. Two thoughts went through his mind. Where am I? said one voice in his mind, and another, deeper voice asked When is it?
Without a thought about how, Dhalen stood up and waved his black talon, creating a thin layer of suspended water in the air before him, revealing his reflection. He looked his body up and down, his black scales, his large talons and claws, his tooth filled muzzle and wicked sharp horns. He stretched his wings and grinned. This form is slightly small and weak, but it will do for the time being. What is important is that now I can leave this accursed prison.
Dhalen's slitted eyes widened and he whimpered at seeing his newly transformed body. Even worse, he felt a presence with him, like someone hovering over his shoulder, or even into his own eyes. Something was there, with him, in his new body! That thing was trying to control his movements even as he fought it back. But he felt like a small candle amid a thickly dark room, and the darkness was powerful and closing in, threatening to snuff out his small light. "St--stop!! I, I take it back. I don't want the armor or the treasure. Just put me back the way I was! Please! I'll give you anything you could want!"
The presence closed in on his little mental light even further, looming over Dhalen's mind before finally enveloping it entirely. You already have, fool. Now be silent! thundered the dark voice of Nocturne. Dhalen watched from his inner mind, curling up into a ball in the cold darkness that has overtaken him. He felt and watched his body turn and pick up the shadow dragon armor still laying on the floor. The half-dragon, half-fennec creature donned it's armor with relish. How I missed the feel of this Nocturne thought, and then calmly strode from the vault. Dhalen watched through eyes no longer his own, and noticed the draconic writing on the stone archway as he passed it once more. This time, he could read it. it said;
'May will become what you steal.'
Oh wow! Thank you! Really the comment about "other people are better writers, I'll leave the storytelling to them" was kind of a joke - it's incredibly flattering to see people actually take up on it, and in both cases write stuff 'way cooler than anything I could come up with!
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