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You reap what you sew

The party of adventurers run up the steps to find two rows of greater dragons looking at them. Each could be considered as strong as the one they barely fought off such a short time ago. The one that was resting beside the alter on the other side of the observing dragons. The party leader, a warrior with a large kite shield and medium armor on stepped forward first realizing the other dragons would not attack them and the others followed suit. It was when they got to the last of the four sets of dragons looking at them they see a man in black and blood red rags treating the injured dragon. This puzzled them as the man came to the dragons snout and put his hand there as the dragon looked at him and closed it's eyes. The man lets a roar of pain and sorrow that caused the dragons watching to flee. “ You, you are the ones that did this. It is her blood on your hands and the blood of so many others. Is it to use her flesh as your skin, her blood as your tonics, her bones for your fangs?” The man turned to them and moved passed the injured dragon to move toward the party. The bloodlust they were feeling from this man would scare a seasoned veteran of war. “ Who are you evil dragon king to ask us why we harm your followers?” The party leader retorted and the man stopped. “ Me? I am a man who became the king of dragons. No dragon challenges my rule.” He then turns to the sky. “ Bring me meat!” Almost as if prepared a full grown steer falls from the sky to their side and the man raises his hand and the land split between them to show a hidden chasm. From the chasm rose an old fire pit. With the pit a kettle of water was there and the dragon king went to the steer and ripped off one of it's legs and threw it toward the party. “ Eat, recover, prepare. I want my victory over you to be absolute!”

The party became cautious as they prepared to settle to rest from their former hard won battle. During that time they noticed the man transform into a black dragon. He seemed to nuzzle the other dragon to urge her to eat while licking her wombs. One of the sorcerers start to chant and a voice appears behind them. “ I would not do something so foolish as attack my king while you are still weakened.” The party became alert to the one behind them and was surprised to find a kobol in full black scale armor and a round shield. What surprised them most is to see his sword hand had a basket of breads, cheese and wine. “ You understand our language?” The kobol nods. “ We all do, and I only speak it now as you have the honor of being chosen by my king. These are some of the possessions we have captured recently when we took a fort in the southern reign. My king always had a small taste for the foods of his past.” The kobol sets the basket down and backed away. Cautiously the priest took a piece of bread and tasted it. “ This is fresh!” The kobol nods. “ Of course, I am of a line of lords sired from my king. It is our task to learn and keep my king happy and content.” The sorcerer looked at the kobol suspicious. “ How do we know you did not drug or worse this offering?” The kobol looked at the black dragon behind the party truly afraid. “ To even suggest in front of the great father. It is a rare honor to see my king remotely interested in any prey. To think I would risk my entire clan on weakening you?” The kobol takes a chunk of cheese and bit into it. “ What more proof you desire?” He said still chewing. He then points to the side of the area they were in and the area split open like with the fire pit and two structures appeared. One was an item shop and another a blacksmith. “ We have no weapons or armor better than what you have now but we shall repair everything you have. We even will go as far as sell you tonics and potions you may desire.” The kobol took a step back and bowed in fear after going to his knees as the others turn around to see the black dragon looking at them. “ My king have I done wrong? I only ask you spare the young ones at least.” The dragon turned back to the injured one. “ Tell them a story. It will be a while till they are fully prepared and finished with their secret incantations.” The kobol went even further to the ground grateful that neither he nor his kin are being punished.

After they were done shopping for items and waiting for their gear to be repaired the kobol took to sitting while the others waited. Knowing full well now that if they were wanted dead already they would be dead now. “ So I assume you are to answer any of our questions. Is this correct?” The kobol nods annoyed. “ Like a cat toying with it's food. This is for my kings amusing. And before you ask some mundane thing like how can you defeat my king or what is his weakness do not bother. I can not answer you.” The sorcerer looked at the kobol annoyed. “ And why not.” The kobol sighed even more annoyed and rubbed the back of his unhelmeted head. “ It is not that I do not want to answer you. It is just simple fact I do not have the answer. I wish I could tell you such things. It should be given prey would have at least a slim chance of fending off a predator. At least my children will have a good view when my king enacts his justice. I only wish I can tell them the up close tale of the story.” The clerk looks at the kobol confused. “ You mean you do not expect to survive this conflict?” The kobol nods. “ When you are ready for the fight I will leave you and join those at the smithy. My nephew in the item shop will join us as well and watch the glory of our king. It will be an honor to die by the flames of my king in such a manor. It is not everyday my king hunts his own prey. I believe the last time was over five hundred years ago. He too was foolish enough to harm the great mother.”

The party looked at him confused. “ You are not telling us that man from before was actually his true form?” The kobol nods to the question. “ Of course. My king was born from the legs of your kind. He was a lord or noble of some kind. For the first eight winters of his life he was raised as such. He had childish cares you would expect. He was energetic but took to his studies seriously. Then one day his family was betrayed. The nurse maid that was there for his birth and cared and raised him put a dagger into his chest as others butchered his entire family.” The cleric covered her mouth surprised and disgusted. The party leader looked at the kobol seriously. “ How did he survive?” The kobol took a bottle of wine and poured himself a cup of it. “ You will not mind if I have some? This is a lengthy story.” They all nod to him as he took a small drink. “ He ran into the wood behind his home. There he and his kin have hunted a few times. Still it was a time when many beasts and dragons roamed wild. When the brother of the great mother was found with the fresh remains of a child in his lair the hunt ended with that dragons death.” He pauses to look at the black dragon again. “ That night those two found one another. She just barely escaped a conflict with her brother. Her injuries were severe. Perhaps as bad as they are now. They collapsed on one another. Too weak to move. They both realized in order to survive they would have to consume the other.” He takes another drink. “ She drank the blood that came from his wound and he drank hers from her wound. By the time they had rested and had the strength they both found it that they lived because of one another. And for six winters they remained together.” He pauses saddened.

“ Then one day approaching the seventh winter together he was found by explorers. They captured him and sold him to slavery. It would not be till after the tenth winter after they met they would meet again. By then he had changed. In order to survive he had to evolve and harness his power. It was fate that she was captured and sold as a beast to the same cage fighter that owned my king.” He pauses noticing had less time then he hoped to tell the tale. “ After reuniting and leading a slave rebellion and then escaping back into the wilds they have never been separated. At times my king was called a hero by your kind. Accomplishing thing no normal man should be able to do. But then you people got other dragons involved. And so he earned the title of dragon king.” He pauses again to let them ask the question. “ How?” He smirked knowing the story from telling it to his own children so many times. “ There is only two ways to become a dragon king. Slay the former king or slay enough to make the current king to not fight you out of fear. He did both. He slew enough weaklings to make the current king hesitate enough to not fight him and went to him anyways and killed them. My king ruled absolute over the dragons. But knew the dangers of your kind all too well. So he gathered all the dragons to one location where none of your kind had step foot on before and waited a hundred years till you came.” He pauses again to finish his wine. “ At first you were not brazen enough to attack the dragons. And under our kings suggestion we started helping your kind subtly. Granting greater crop yields and resistance to plagues. However you were not content to just pay the tax of some livestock every now and then. You attacked your guardians.” He stops to let that set in. “ The dragons who have had past lives with your kind and showed you favor. It is your kind that slew most of them. Not only did plagues and famine happen because of you but you opened access to the more spiteful of my kings people.” He pauses seeing the armorer done with his repairs and maintenance. “ And now you reap what you sew.”

The kobol raises to his feet as his kin brings over the repaired weapons and armor. “ Tell us, if we defeat your king will you or others attack us during or after the fight?” Kobol looked at the party leader humored. “ If you are to defeat the great father you will become the masters of dragons. As one of blood of dragons you will become my master, but know you will have to defend that title from all challengers.” The kobol looked away to the others gathering at the smithy. “ You will have some time to recuperate however. Slaying an injured beast for such purpose as self vindication is beneath a true dragon king.” He then moved away and moved to the other kobol kneeling already and took a similar pose of having his shield arm's fist on the ground and bowing his head. He smiled humored as his king turned back toward them and turned back into a man. His king was treating them more serious than he thought as the party prepared their first strike. Then it began. The magic of the party was put into one large powerful strike. A mix of holy magic from the cleric and the dark magic of the sorcerer. The archer took aim with his own attack and the warrior leader prepared his strike after the magic attack ended. All the dragon king did was hold out his hand and stopped the attack with his own power. The arrows bounced off his flesh as it his flesh was dragon scales. The kobol wished he could laugh seeing such a sight. The fools were using standard tactics for bringing down a dragon. A large attack to keep it occupied, ranged attacks to distract it and hinder it and the warrior will deliver the killing blow. This is how he determined they took down the great mother, but for his king this was boring. The kobol closed his eyes knowing it was over and a moment later their king pushed back the magic attack and that was the opening the warrior was waiting for. He moved into the dragons kings blind slot and went for his neck. Before the blade could land the warrior was struck in the chest and the back of his armor shattered apart and the shock wave of the impact destroyed the item shop. With their main fighter and leader out of the way it was all but over.

The kobol lord stood in front of four dragons with his kin's warriors at his back. Around each of the dragon's necks was one of the four adventurers that challenged his king. The female elf archer and the cleric women were raped almost nonstop by the vengeful kobol who have had their kin, mates and children slain by them and the invaders. The males laid with by the widow women of fallen soldiers. Both their bodies and spirits broken as they hung limp with lifeless eyes. He knows many of his kin have endured similar fates when captured. Now the villainous assassins have been dealt with it was time to do something about the evil invading army on their lands. It is time to liberate his captive people and show these inferior beings not to mess with the blood kin of dragons. It is time to have them reap what they have sew.