Through the Fire and the Flames [Slayg]

Deep within the forests that covered Mount Paozu, a monster slept.  It was a giant thing, a blimp-sized boulder covered with rust-red scales.  Four limbs extended from its center, each longer than a man was tall.  But, compared to the great central bulk of its body, they seemed like little stubby things.  Its tail and its neck were far more impressive, looking like a pair of great and sinuous snakes that extended out from either end of the body.  Across its back was a great mane of long, brown fur, which extended down to the very tridentine tip of its tail.  The head was a strange thing, a combination of fox and cat and crocodile, with a great snout and recessed nostrils that puffed smoke with every snoring breath.

Pointed ears atop Slayg's head twitched at the mention of his name, and a cat-like eye opened to peer about.  Whoever was shouting wasn't in the dense pocket of trees where he hid.  That either meant they were close by, but hidden, or very, VERY loud.  Annoyingly loud.  And annoyingly confident to use his name when his twitching whiskers sense no sign of strength or might anywhere around.

Slayg rose and stretched his neck and legs and tail, and his wings.  Wings that soon blotted out the sun and sent a deep shadow over Black Hearth, his necrobots, their boat, and the river that they had been rowing up.  Wings that sent gale-force winds blowing over the whole assembled group, blowing a necrodrone away into the water and causing the ship to start to shake and capsize in the wide river.  The river itself began to roil and wave as if it were a stormy sea, rather than a placid body that lazily flowed downhill towards another, greater river.

Then the winds stopped... only for the ground to shake and dust to roll forth in a great wave over Black Hearth and his crew.  When it settled... there was Slayg, standing tall, staring down with his pupils narrowed to slits.

"Black Hearth the "Death Eater", eh?  I have heard better titles from mightier warriors.  Speak, then.  Give me your offer of wealth and whatnot before I roast you and melt the armor off of your servants."

Slayg leaned in close to chuff out black smoke from his nostrils.  Black smoke that washed over Black Hearth and his robot servants.  A forked tongue then flicked out, dropping sizzling-hot saliva onto the dirt.  Or perhaps it was acidic, since the stuff started to eat through the soil.  As he leaned, Slayg fingered his great amulet, which carried the Blood Ruby he had stolen a short while ago.


Slayg has entered the thread with a PL of 12,600 and his Blood Ruby!
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