CHAPTER 9 - WORDS ARE EASY

The Airship's cockpit was designed to give the pilot a 360 degree uninterrupted view, it was as if the walls had disappeared. Despite the advanced visuals the controls were very simple. There was a seat, a control stick, a left and right pedal and a throttle. He had heard sometime back about yaw, pitch and roll but he wasn't sure which is which so he didn't bother with it.

Roe used a complicated mapping magic to show him places of interest. This magic wasn't as strong as his Dragon Rule: Sense but within a few miles it was accurate enough for him to find groups of creatures and areas of interest.

One such area of interest was high concentration of magical energy and decent amounts of loot. Roe determined it to be a dungeon and when he found a large raiding party outside one of its entrances he decided to introduce himself.

The sun was beginning to rise when Roe's Airship descended on the camp. Sharp eyed look outs saw him from a distance and by the time he was near everyone was up and waiting. Airships were expensive and those who owned one were always powerful, it was best to treat them with respect.

Roe's Airship stopped about 20ft off the ground near the centre most tent which was flying a pendant of a silver bird on a black flag. Roe looked over the rail and greeted the 50 people he saw there.

"Greetings Adventurers, I am Magister Roe, your banner has a guild crest on it but I don't know whom I'm addressing."

A large man at the head of the crowd wearing full leather armour, a bandolier of throwing knives and carrying a battle axe responded to him.

"Well met Magister Roe, I am Halford the Raid Master of this mission and we are the Silver Wing Guild. What business do you have here with us?"

"Business, that is exactly what I am looking to do." Roe leapt off the Airship and floated down to the crowd. Under his arm was a large box, it was 10ft long, 3ft wide but only 6 inches thick. He landed lightly in front of Halford and shook his hand. Roe then stepped back and placed the board flat on the floor. With a whisper of magic it popped up from a 6 inch board to a 5 foot display case. Inside was all the items Roe made for adventures plus a few magic weapons and potions. Everything had a price and description. On top of the case a list of simple enchantments that Roe could offer on the fly.

"Gather around. Don't be shy. I see you are about to raid that dungeon, every advantage you can muster you should get. After all you are risking your life."

The Silver Wing members looked on with interest. Many items on display were amazing.

"How do we know these items will work as advertised? Let us try them." Someone suggested.

"Nope, if you want to use it buy it." Roe replied cheerfully.

"Now wait," Halford injected. "You expect us to buy such pricey products on faith?"

"You don't have to buy anything I'm selling. But I'll give this warning, the price of the healing potions will go up a lot if you try to buy them, after you are injured." Roe's wide smile seemed like it belonged to a devil. The crowd's attitude cooled significantly.

"This man is a charlatan, we should just beat him and take what we want." Another voice in the crowd instigated.

The air behind Roe shifted and 6 phantasmal warriors materialised. A swordsman, a lancer, a shield wielding tank, and dual dagger wielding assassin, a bowman and a cleric. Without his Dragon Rules Roe knew he was vulnerable. So he had created his Phantom Troupe. These Golems were out of sync with time and space and only became corporeal to defend or attack. They really were overkill seeing as Roe only needed a thought to activate his Domain, but it was better to use a tank to swat a fly than a fly swatter to stop a bullet.

The crowd grew silent, the power coming from the Phantom Troupe let them know they were outclassed by a wide margin.

“Hold on, let's not do anything hasty.” Halford placated. He slapped a 1 platinum bar, equivalent to 100 gold coins, on the display case. “I’ll take a high level healing potion.” Roe smiled at Halford and gave him one of the red potions.

Halford handed it to one of his Knights, a man nearly as large as himself.

“Altman, drink this.” The Knight named Altman undid his shield from his left arm revealing a stump that ended just before his wrist. Altman downed the potion in one swig and everyone watched amazed as the stump regrew a new hand, wrist and all. The visible scars on Altman's face and forearms faded, his missing teeth regenerated. The shocked warrior used his new hand to grope his groin and look at Halford.

"Even the Itching has stopped."

The silence was broken as a surge of orders went up.

“Please everyone, line up. This display case is special, I have more than enough for everybody.” And so he did. The Guild members pooled their money. Halford kept a ledger of who gave how much to be reimbursed once they returned to the guild. The raid team was broken up into 5 person squads, so they bought ten bags of holding and in each they packed magical potions, canteens, stoves and blankets. Each member was afforded a bug repelling charm, a communications earring and a head mounted magic lantern.

Halford was obviously a wealthy man, aside from contributing more than anyone else he still had enough to purchase one of the Magic Axes for himself. With a drop of his blood the Axe was bound to Halford. It would always hit what he threw it at, it would then return to his hand and while he held it it tripled his strength. The Silver Wing Guild members were very happy with their business with Magister Roe.

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With business concluded Roe took his leave, floating back up to his Airship and wishing them luck in their raid. As soon as he was beyond their sight Roe circled around to a different entrance to the same Dungeon. He may have done business with the Silver Wing but that was no reason to give up on the treasure. They got to the Dungeon first but had not beaten it yet. The treasure and more importantly, the Dungeon Core were still up for grabs.

Roe put his Airship into his Realm and transformed into Roeg-Hiam the Midnight, the raw power a Dragon Lord could bring to bear made his getting to the treasure room first a guarantee, after all it was only people without advantages that whined about playing fair.

Roeg-Hiram the Midnight moved through the tunnels like greased shadows, bypassing traps, illusions and any monsters who lived there. Those that were even strong enough to detect him cowered at his passing. Despite his speed it still took him hours to work his way to the Treasure room, this Dungeon was absolutely huge. Roeg-Hiam was delighted, he could have just teleported to the Treasure room but he wanted to experience how developed this Dungeon Core was, he wasn’t disappointed.

As he was about to enter the Treasure room his Sense detected something very well hidden. The Core in the Treasure room was a decoy. The true core was several miles down in a cavern with no entrance. The floor of that cavern was even rigged to collapse into a river of magma should someone gain entry. That trap may not kill the intruder but it would distract them long enough for the Magma river to wash the Core away safely.

“Clever girl.” Roeg-Hiam said as he activated his Domain and made all of the Dungeon Core’s plans useless.

Deep underground a 3 foot egg shaped gem glowed in a darkened cavern. The Dungeon Core had felt something was wrong for a while now. It closely monitored the Adventures that had entered it’s lair. They were well trained and their equipment was excellent. The chance that more than half of them would make it to the Treasure room was high. But none of that explained the surety that something was amiss.

When half of the walls of its cavern turned pitch black the Core knew it was compromised. It immediately tried to drop itself into the river below but the trap failed. Out of the Shadowed wall walked a Black Dragon. The Core trembled. It had never left the cavern but it knew what a Dragon Lord was. Dungeon Cores formed naturally along leylines, they were far more complex than simple mana stones, more like Mana Geodes. After they crystallised, monsters would be attracted to them. Since Cores suck up energy anything that died in its vicinity would have its life force absorbed so it was only a matter of time before they became sentient. Then began the vicious cycle of making better traps to kill more powerful prey, to become more powerful. Have no doubt Dungeon Cores were predators. This one had gained enough knowledge to know it was finished.

“This humble Core submits to its new master.” If it could bow it would. Roeg-Hiam walked over to it, sat and began batting it about gently like a new toy.

“That was well said but let’s guarantee that.” Roeg-Hiam rested his clawed hand on top of the egg shaped gem and activated his Absolute Mana knowledge to investigate its structure.

“What are you doing? I’ve already submitted!” The Core complained.

“Words are easy, and besides I prefer the company of ladies, that masculine voice of yours is just not cutting it.” With that Roeg-Hiam drilled down into the Dungeon Core’s structure and added loyalty and devotion to himself, he also lobotomized the Core of its need to grow more powerful and added in sense of satisfaction from doing Roeg-Hiam’s bidding, and doing it well. He basically changed a vicious wolf into a cute Corgi. After all of that he rewrote its personality to be a very happy housewife who enjoyed watching her husband bang the maids, he wasn’t going to let jealousy rare its ugly head later down the line.

“Doesn’t that feel better?” Roeg-Hiam cooed.

“Yes.” She replied, her new voice like a young Kathleen Turner.

“I’m going to name you Korra.”

“Oh gosh, how long did it take you to think that one up?” She snarkily replied.

“No one’s ever accused me of being original.” Roeg-Hiam laughed. “Do you like it or do you want something else?”

“No, Korra is a beautiful name. Even if it isn’t original.” He could practically hear that she was pouting. This was a true intelligent creature.

Magical constructs were just like smart programming, a series of ‘if else’ statements. Roeg-Hiam could easily put together something like his Phantom Troupe but true Magical intellects were vastly more complicated. With his Absolute Mana knowledge Roeg-Hiam could build a Magical Intellect but it would take him months and after that it would then have to begin learning, it would do it much faster than a baby but it would still take more months to develop a personality. Compare this to the few moments it took to overwrite the parts of the Dungeon Core he didn’t like.

Roeg-Hiam now that he had a magical intellect that he liked, he could now copy and paste it into as many Dungeon Core gems as he wanted he would then network them all allowing for unprecedented multitasking. All he needed was enough Dungeon Core gems and since Dungeon Cores were just deeply complex Mana crystals. He could make those himself.

A Dungeon Core basically had low level reality altering abilities so creating an avatar for themselves was easy. Korra had usually manifested as a goat headed demon which served as the boss of the Dungeon.

Roeg-Hiam didn’t like it, mostly because it was male and its dick was much bigger than his own. That would not do.

So Roeg-Hiam invited Laureline over to help craft a better form and to introduce his Matriarch to his new concubine. The two hit it off quickly, both had warm personalities but Laureline was naturally domineering and Korra was now very subservient. Korra had really liked the demonic look so they decided on a Succubus as her avatar. She had red skin, black glossy nails and lips, two horns growing straight up out of her forehead, with wavy black hair, a tail with a heart shaped spade on the tip, two small bat wings growing out of her lower back that she wrapped around her front to make a very sexy corset when she wasn’t flying and she chose feet over cloven hooves after Laureline sold her on the joys of getting her toes sucked.

After sorting out her look Korra headed towards Roeg-Hiam, growing as she approached him, she got down on her hands and knees and crawled to the massive Dragon. Laureline made herself comfortable and prepared to enjoy the show. This was novel for Roeg-Hiam, Laureline’s size always determined his own. He could only make love to her as a human or a Dragon Newt this was the first time he would use this form.

Korra kissed Roeg-Hiam’s neck, it sent a tingle down his spine. It always amazed him how sensitive his scales were, he got lost in her touch. Korra’s hand wormed down to his phallus, in this form Roeg-Hiam was sheathed similar to a horse but Korra’s deft touch coaxed him to attention. A growl escaped Roeg-Hiam’s throat and Korra raised her lips to his ear to whisper.

“My body is a construct, there’s no need to hold yourself back.” Their eyes met for a moment. The look of complete devotion was all he could ever wish for. Roeg-Hiam grabbed Korra and flipped her on to her stomach and mounted her from behind. His first thrust penetrated deep into her center knocking the breath out of her. Had she been flesh and blood such a savage opening would have hurt but her magically constructed avatar was built for pleasure and she was in ecstasy. Roeg-Hiam got into a rhythm. One of his clawed hands dug into her shoulder, holding her steady and the other deep into the pliable flesh of below her hip. Korra’s breath returned and she screamed and moaned expressing her joy and encouragement to Roeg-Hiam. His massive wings reached around to caress her smaller ones. Her body trembled into orgasam, her wings were just as sensitive as his own. Korra’s tail wagged happily between them, it caught Roeg-Hiam’s eye and out of happy mischievousness he lowered his mouth and caught it in his teeth, biting gently on her heart shaped spade. There was a loud intake of breath as Korra’s body froze up. She collapsed onto the cavern floor unconscious with a smile parting her gasping lips. Her gem which had brightened with each orgasam went off like a camera flash before dimming into a night mode, a riot of colours played deep below the surface.

“Goodness, you may have broken her.” Laureline whispered in awe from where she sat next to the egg shaped gem. She had stripped her dress and had been touching herself while enjoying the show.

“You can finish with me if you’re done with her.” Laureline teased, stroking her breasts.

“I’m getting to you next.” Roeg-Hiam replied. “But I’m not finished with this one yet.”

Roeg-Hiam withdrew himself from Korra’s slick passage and lined himself up with the rose colored pucker of her anus. Wet as he was from her cum his broad head slid past her elastic sphincter with his slow steady pressure. Korra’s gem flared back to life as he resumed his ministrations.

“Oh! You wonderful bastard!” She screamed into wakefulness. Roeg-Hiam continued to play Korra’s body like an instrument in the hands of a master musician. Laureline was forced to close her eyes as Korra’s gem strobed constantly like a 90’s anime. The frenetic pace brought on Roeg-Hiam’s own orgasm, he roared his completion and released deep in Korra’s body. Her gem immediately returned to night mode as she passed out, overloaded on pleasure.

Roeg-Hiam shrunk down to his Dragon Newt form and pulled Laureline up onto Korra’s back.

“Really, you’re going to take me here, on her back?” Roeg-Hiam didn’t respond, instead he lowered her onto the soft sweat slicked lower back of the sleeping Korra and made love to her for hours.