Mysteries are annoying. This I know because my life is full of them. It is extremely irritating not knowing where you came from, for instance. Or why you are here. Or your name. Things like that. Unfortunately, for almost twenty years, mysteries were all I had. I had been a slave for as long as I could remember. All I knew was what Bloody Jack told me. And he doesn't speak to slaves. Bloody Jack was a pirate. Pirates are also annoying, as well as being violent and dangerous. Most of you won't ever meet a pirate, what with the Golden Army of Enalica getting rid of most of them. It's too bad they missed Bloody Jack. Being a slave was exceedingly difficult. It is not a profession I would suggest. I was the one who cleaned Bloody Jack's "Scarlet Hand" inside and out. I was the one who carried most of the goods to and from shore. And I was the one who was forced to go into an ice cave on one of the northern islands to find and bring back a hidden treasure that may or may not have existed and may or may not have been guarded.
About this creation
I have to admit, this is new, I thought as I walked through the dark tunnel. I've never been trusted with a job this important before. It must be dangerous, if even the notorious Bloody Jack won't undertake it.
But what if there is something guarding it. Will I be able to take him, what with my bad hand? I looked at my charred, blackened hand, evidence of some forgotten childhood accident, and then moved on.
The cave should have been darker, but strange, glowing icicles grew from the floor all around me.
I stopped as I saw a glint of red by my feet.
Aha! I thought. I must be close. I looked up.
I walked to a pedestal and lifted off a large red crystal, the prize my master was seeking.
I admired it for a minute, noticing a strange light emanating from it.
I heard a growl from behind me and turned around, dropping my torch and the crystal as I saw its source.
A massive frost dragon climbed over the barrier of stone that had separated it from me.
I barely managed to throw myself to the floor before a huge talon swept just above me.
I stumbled backwards to avoid a blow by the tail.
The dragon pulled itself fully over the wall as I stood up.
Turning, it caught me a glancing blow with its horns, and I went soaring into the wall.
The wind was forced out of my lungs and I sat, gasping, as the beast looked towards me.
It moved its head nearer to me, ready to snatch me up in one bite.
I closed my eyes and raised my scarred hand in a futile effort to ward off my impending doom.
Through my eyelids, I saw a flash of red.
When no savage teeth tore me to shreds, I slowly opened my eyes.
Around me was a large puddle of icy cold water...
...which slowly seeped away into hidden crevasses in the rock.
I strode over to the dragon's jaw, all that remained of the fearsome and frosty monster.
From its jaw I pulled a single fang, determined to be more ready in the future.
I gathered all that I could carry from the dragon's treasure trove...
...and left to deliver the spoils to my master.
This was a fun build, what with the frost dragon and its treasure heap. Sorry about the bad picture quality, though.
The build as it started, more or less:
The treasure pile:
A few of the treasures:
Figless, treasureless, and dragonless:
This is how I posed the dragon during the claw swipe...
...the tail slash...
...and the horn blow.
I'm really looking forward to building the rest of my as of now unnamed character's story and furthering the LOM legend. Feel free to comment with compliments and criticism.