His head was about to burst from a intense pain. But the rest of his body just ached as bad. Especially 8 points along his spine and 2 points on the back of his hand. Flimsy light was shining on his face through a window.
As he lifted his hand to cover his eyes he noticed 2 small holes at the points where it hurt the most. To Angorods surprise no blood came out of those holes , but he saw blood running underneath the flesh directly where the hole was.
He was disoriented , confused and even though he wouldn't admit it , scared. The memorys of the ritual came flooding directly before his eyes. He used the other hand and touched his croatch and sighed a breath of relief.
There was still something between his legs.
" You were worried about becoming a female? " A female voice said.
He could feel something laying right besides him in the bed he was currently on but he didn't say a word.
" Our elder was testing your resolve. The guardians don't change gender. " The female voice said while giggling slightly.
His headache became so unbearable that he fell back into a comatouse state.
More light fell into his eyes , but this time it was more orange that told him it had do be shortly before dusk.
" Don't worry you are safe. " A different female voice said.
There was this prickly feeling again that she was close by , but even though his skin didn't touch her , it was more like he just KNEW she was there for some reason.
For some other reason he felt perfectly secure in the surroundings he was in and even something that shocked him to the core. He felt protected , with these lingering thoughts his concsiousness drifted of once again.
Golden light of a new morning was the next thing that blinded him as he woke up. His headache eased and his body pains had dulled. The mind was still hazy but the prickly feeling told him someone was very , very close by.
On either side of him was 1 female that pressed their naked bodys against him. Angorod looked around and found 2 dhampnir females clinging to his arms while sleeping. They were definetly beautiful with their pale skin and the straight long black hair.
Their regular breathing calmed him down and he felt protected once again. Without waking both of them up he sat up in the bed and crossed his ankles to shift into a more comfortable position.
He folded his hands and it became a position that reminded him of yoga. But this was what he needed for now. Full concentration. Angorod felt weird that he was able to sleep at all , after all his body was working like a machine.
This was the first time he HEARD his own body. The loud double thump of his heart. How every bone groaned while he shifted his position. Even when a electrical signal went through one of his nerves it made a weird sound.
But most of all , his blood was making a sound that reminded him of a jet engine. Everytime blood coursed through his body a loud roar sounded up. Which was every second. For now he needed to block it out.
He let his thoughts strife to everything that interested him. Numerous pictures flashed before his closed eyelids. His childhood , the wraithlings , his first girlfriend , the girl he saved from the bandits , Rick and many many more things.
The noise quieted down but Angorod didn't notice it as much as he ' swam ' through his own memorys. Now he saw himself reading certain scrolls of the chronicles the Idra kept. He remebered where he was and why he came here.
Angorod dropped his memorys and concentrated on both of his hands. He saw the 2 holes on each hand and calmly watched the blood flowing beaneath the hole in his skin. He closed his eyes and pictured it before his eyes.
1 hour passed with Angorod just sitting and meditating.
2 hours passed as Angorod still concentrated.
3 hours passed and Angorod heard a light conversation in the back of his head.
4 hours passed and something brushed against his back.
5 hours passed and he could still feel the lingering touch on his back.
6 hours passed and it was still there , but now something ripped him out of his meditation.
" You have done it. " A female voice said.
Angorod opened his eyes and finally noticed the thing that was continously spinning in-front of him.
A crimson red ball. Numerous green lines pulsed inside of this ball and they shifted and turned making it seem that they were a total different thing then the red ball that contained them.
As Angorod kept staring at it the ball itself began to turn at an increasing speed. The rotation of the ball was getting so fast it was making a noise of rushing wind.
" Enough. " The female voice that came straight from his shoulder said.
The red ball began to wobble and slow down. The green lines that were once contained inside of the ball grew outside of it and arched straight into the air until they returned to Angorods hands.
Directly into the 2 holes. They formed a ' bridge ' between the ball and his body and like a straw the red liquid got sucked up as it disappeared into his own body once again. Then the green lines disappeared as well.
But now on each hand there were still 2 drops of this liquid that just ran down his hand. Angorod was curiousouly watching those 2 drops and lifted his hand to take a closer look.
Like the liquid that they were they gatherd and built a drop at the palm of his hand. The one from his left hand landed on his naked thigh. The one from his right hand landed on the sheets that barely covered him.
As soon as they made contact with the cotton surface it disentigrated. Then the liquid attacked the matraze and ate through it in a split of a second. Through the wooden frame was its next purpose and it also did this until it finally hit the stony floor where it began to boil and bubble.
But it wasn't enough it simply ate its way through 4 cms of hard onyx stone before it disappted leaving only violet mist behind.
" You have received everything from us. " 6 female voices said in unison behind him.
Angorod knew what they said was true. He gained the ability to grow through a opponents or preys blood but that was not all. Angorod also acquired the acid like ability of demons blood. But he also acquired the dhampnirs weakness from the humanoid side.
Lust it was burning through him and even physically pained him and it needed to be satted. Lust for blood. Lust for destruction. Lust for killing. But most of all Lust for skin-ship. Like a succubus or the dhampnirs themselfs he gained power through it.
But this wasn't all , the holes that were lodged inside of his body were a weak point and Angorod knew it. Not so much for a human but his dragon form was most likely missing a few scales at critical places now.
Where the holes were placed on his humanoid body , they were also there in his Dragon form. His dragon scale armor was penetrated from the start , but he acquired something greater.
" You are our guardian , we are your prize. " The 6 female voices said behind him.
This was also written in the chronicles of the Idra. It was , just like the oath , a verbal agreement and confirmation of the ' contract ' they formed. This contract could be broken at any second , but only by Angorod as the 6 had sworn an oath.
But he would loose 1/6 of his power for every dhampnir he killed. This ensured the contract was fullfilled. The guardian protected the coven while the coven gave the guardian its power.
" As i am your prize. " Angorod finished the ritual with this simple sentence.
" What did you take from me? " Angorod asked.
This was also something that had to do with the ritual but the Dhapmnirs choose it for themselfs what they wanted from the guardian. There were records , some took eyes others took limbs.
" Your flames. " The elder said who still had her head on his shoulder while hugging him from behind.
" It was a brilliant emerald colored flame , that couldn't destroy but give life. We took it and made it our own. " The 6 stated in unison.
Angorod simply took it as it was. He would never have a use for a ' life ' giving flame. He knew himself the best , he was a destroyer not a protector.
" We took the flame and bear children. " The 6 stated in unison once again.
Angorod also knew that these 6 children would all be female and would increase his power. Rituals would have to be made and sacrifices while the babys were still in the womb. Depending on the sacrifice they could acquire powers that were beyond anythings reach.
But all these powers would increase Angorod's power in return. Nobody every said he had to sacrifice himself , a wild dragon would do.
' Or even that white wyvern bitch ... ' Angorod thought sinister.
Even though they were ' created ' with Angorod , they shared no genetical code as they were formed from his original life giving emerald flame. Dhapmnirs couldn't ' receive ' children they used their mates magic and grew them.
" Master , what do you wish to do? " The elder said as she nuzzled her cheek against his broad shoulder.
' Master that definetly has a good ring to it . ' Angorod thought while smiling a crocked smile.
He thought about it for a few seconds and looked out of the window. Orange light was still quite a bit of but he wanted to hunt , to satisfie his needs for blood and murder.
" Later let's hunt , but for now .... "
All 7 smiled.
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Angorod became stronger and stronger over the course of 2 months. But in these 2 months he hadn't shifted to his Dragon form once. He had no time to do so. While killing men and beast alike in the burning deserts with sometimes only his hands , but most of the time with 2 axes he had found , he was enchanted by the smell of fresh blood.
During the other times ... well he always had to do something. Controlling his new powers was a trivial matter now and he only used these when he stumled upon one of those 15m scorpions in the desert.
Quick prey for him was everything their lifes amounted to. Angorod had changed. Not so much his apperance it was still the same bronze combined with long green hair , but his mentality.
Everything he came across was killed. Man , beast and other things. He became cruel and destructive. But the most destructive thing about was his cruelness. Angorod broke through beast bellys while they were still alive and ripped them open from inside out.
For some reason he began to love it to be drenched in blood and pieces of a caracass. The Dhampnir coven began to mind it as well. They thought he was drunk on powers he couldn't yet control properly.
They were right.
He needed self control and one day the elder had to talk about it with him.
" Love , you need to gain self control. " She simply stated while once again pressing her naked flesh on his back and having her head on his shoulders.
" Hmm? Thought you liked it that way. " Angorod said matter of factly while before him 6 small balls of blood rotated.
" Not that. I meant your hunting. You need to learn how to control the urges of murder and blood. All of us are concerned. "
She already tried this same approach once before , so Angorod was complelty sure it would end in a failure , like last time. But this Dhampnir , that probably was over 1000 years old had other plans. With her small canines she playfully bit in his shoulder.
A shudder jolted through Angorod as she began to lick along the line of his neck.
" There is a monastary further north from here. They are some kind of crafters. They also prize themselfs over their self control. " She purred on his neck.
The oldest , most brutal and effective method for a women to get what she wanted. Angorod leaned his neck towards her but she simply blew on the trail of saliva she had left on his neck.
Angorod growled and she giggled.
" Go there , learn the craft and come back. " Sofia said.
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The next day Angorod was standing in the wide courtyard of the monastary facing 6 very beautiful females. Some would have been repulsed by their red eyes , but Angorods ' fire ' was even more fueld at the sight.
Each of them hugged him and gave him a kiss on the cheeck. Angorod jumped on the roof of the repaired well and from there he jumped straight into the air. A green mist covered him and in his stead a ferocious beast of a dragon appeared.
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His claws had less scales then before and he felt a slight breeze at the back of his spine where more scales were missing. When he first beat his wings the black dresses of the Dhampnir coven was furiously whipped around along with their hair.
But soon shouts errupted at the courtyard , as Angorod destroyed the wells roof once again with his long tail. Laughing he beat his wings furiously and was headed north.
He left the desert quickly and the landscape changed from sand to a brimming vegetation with hills and mountains. Further along the way more mountains greeted him and the vegetation declined.
Soon the first snow fell on Angorods snout and the area became colder and colder. During the day after he had hunted some mammoth looking things he opened the map Sofia , the elder of the dhampnirs , gave him.
With his current speed he could reach the outskirts of the next town in one hour just before the sun would set. He sighed , as he really wanted to sleep in a bed for once. Immediatly he shifted into his dragon form and flew the rest of the way.
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He landed 5 kms outside of the town and shifted back to his humanoid form. He had ' brand new ' equipment he had taken of some unsuspecting players that camped during the night a few days before.
It was a leather torso armor , with matching metal arm and leg guards. He also had acquired a backpack from them with a few rations water flasks and some other things. Nothing really fit him , due to the incredible size difference.
But he also got 100 gold pieces , due to hunting more players in the area. He had killed about 100 players who carried around 1 gold piece. 1 gold was an incredible sum to carry around for a player at the moment.
There were banks , where you could deposite your money so no player killer could take your money , so most used them to ' save ' their money. But the richest player at the moment was a merchant with 29 gold to his name , bank or on his person. From a ranking system of the > Other World < game.
There were proably a few richer people but they just didn't register for these rankings. Nonetheless even having 1 gold made you a rich person in this game. 1 gold was enough for a complete set of mediocre plate armor a horse and a good sword.
But Angorod wouldn't spend much of his righteously ' acquired ' money. Just basic armor like the mis sized armor he had now and some throwing knifes and hatches. He had no use for dual axes as he had taken them from people in the desert previously.
He had no use for human armor at the moment , but it was never bad to have a set around when the situation arises for a comfortable bed or when he needed information.
Angorod had summoned his grey robe and put it on to hide the mismatched armor. With the backpack and the 2 axes he looked just like any > Other worlder < , besides his incredible size. He still chuckled about the weird feeling of ' clothing ' and ' armor ' around him.
As this place was different , even in the desert he mostly hunted naked even in his humaoid form. Maybe it had something to do with being a Dragon that the feeling of shame disappeared.
Angorod reached the wooden palisade pretty quickly but there the first problem rose up. A nauseas feeling attacked him as soon as he saw the human guards. The cold shiver on his back that told him to murder to drink their blood.
Not that he needed their blood to surive after all he could eat regular food and loved some good cooked meat , but his instincts told him blood was the most delicious.
He swallowed hard and approached the guards.
" Hey , i want to resupply get some new armor and spend a night in a warm and comfortable bed. " Angorod stated before the guards could question him.
They seemed to measure up this incredible large sized human in-front of him. But his quite handsome feats were directly recognized as something ' good and nice ' and they waved him through without further ado.
But could they have been more wrong?
After asking a few women for the way to the marketplace he arrived there quickly. He smelled the different scents of spices , oil and everything around him that luckily blocked out the stench of blood.
There was one building that incredibly stunk and Angorod headed there first , directly knowing what that smell was.
A bell resounded around him as he opened the door and a voice came through a back door.
" Be right there! " A female voice shouted from the door.
Her accent was heavy , but every kingdom had its own accent of sorts in this game , which just added a even more life feeling to this > Other World < .
Angorod looked around at the wares drapped over wooden manekins or displayed in cases , but he wasn't bothered by the smell at all. Soon the door flew open and a elfen female stepped out of the door.
As she saw him , after Angorod had turned around , she swallowed her own saliva back before she started drooling. Angorod noticed this and smiled a lazy smile. She almost came running towards him and shook his hands.
" Oh no i still have the oil on my hands im sorry! " She pleaded frantically.
Angorod noticed the black traces on his fingers but simply whipped them of on his brown robe. After this he smiled.
" Don't worry , i don't care about dirt. "
" O-okay ... Ahh! How may i help you today? " The elf said.
" I need some armor. Chest piece and something to guard my thighs. "
The elf now eyed him with a certain look. Before she was blushing furiously and her eyes darted from left to right to avoid his gaze. But now she critically eyed every inch of his torso and thighs.
For some reason Angorod thought that he was naked and the feeling of lust assaulted him directly. The female was asking him something frequently but he couldn't hear it as he was fighting down his urge.
" ... llo... ou ... ere ? "
" Hello you there? "
Finally her speech reached Angorods brain after he had fought his lust back. At this moment he truly realized that the Dhampnir coven was right. He needed to control this somehow but he still didn't understand what was wrong with killing and bathing in their intestines or blood.
" Yes .. sorry. I was distracted for a second. What was it? " Angorod still talked through his clenched teeth as he smelled the blood that coursed through the elfs veins.
Especially as he started to wonder if elf blood tasted the same as human blood. He was curious , terribly so , but he fought back the urge.
" I don't have a animal hide here big enough. Bolting a few together or sewing them will have a negative effect. Leather workers aren't Tailors you know. I'll need to cook the pieces of leather to make them more durable and harder doing that with multiple pieces will make them brittle. " The elf explained.
" Those large wolly mammoths outside , will their hide do? " Angorod asked non-chalantly while hiding his urge.
" Yeah that would be great , but there is another animal out there somewhere with a really good hide. It's skin is slick and sort of slimy but it's as hard as granite. But the monster is dangerous , it could swallow you whole. " The elf said.
Angorod placed down his back-pack and retrieved the map from inside after rummaging through it. He spread it out and pointed out the village they were currently at.
" Where does it appear? " Angorod asked.
She pointed to a certain location a 3 days march away from their current location.
* tring*
You have been granted a Quest , retrieve the hide!
There is a giant snake like monster living in the swamps north of the village. The leatherworker said she will make you a armor out of its skin.
Quest difficutly: C+
Reward: Armor made from its skin.
Angorod quickly agreed and left the village in the direction she pointed to. As soon as the village was out of sight he dropped his back-pack and the weapons strapped to his back as a green mist enveloped his form.
He shook the long green hair and clenched his green claws before he began to ran. After 10 steps he unfurled his wings and beat his wing. Instantly the draft lifted him 20 meters of the ground but he still beat his wings. Faster and faster until he reached the clouds.
Angorod flew over the clouds to conceal himself from the eyes of mortals , but there was a basic reason behind this as well. He gained points in subtely for it which made him quite happy.
It took him around 3 hours to arrive at the destination , after all flying was alot faster then walking or riding. His surroundings was a marshy land with thick liquid. From time to time a large snake surfaced on the surface of this water.
Angorod circled around the swamp numerous times as he looked at the incredibly huge snake. The swamp was about 2 square kilometeres big and the snake surfaced at 5 points at the same time.
This snake was easily 200-300 meteres long and now Angorod had no doubt why this was a C+ quest.
Just recently he read up a little on how others were progressing on the net. There he found out that a C rank quest was for lvl 125 and higher. But a C+ quest could be solved by a raid party of 100 people with that level.
Angorods level was a measly 79 at the moment but he was stronger then any the whole group. Not because he could switch to a dragon form but instead because he didn't rely on levels.
Most players grinded low leveled monsters so the chance of dying was minimal. But those low level monster granted 0.01% experience for a level 100 or higher. Even a monster 100 levels above you own level would still only grant a player 0.01 % xperience for the next lvl.
The same amount so the players only saw the levels , which allowed them to equip better items. Items that gave 70 to 100 strength just for equipping. But were the shiny things that a human covered himself with really strength?
Even in the real world , if a person in the army was sitting in a tank with ridicioulus fire power there was always a sniping rifle with specialized equipment that brought it down.
But what was strength for in the first place? Your carrying capacity increased. Not the damage your weapons did. But damage increased with higher leveld weapons. Was this though all this game was about?
Gaining the highest level to achieve even greater things? Angorod doubted that. He was a humanoid / dragon and he still felt weak. Even though he had this incredible skill set from the Dhampnirs he felt weak.
Not because of his lower level compared to the rest , but because of something very fundamental. He felt scared that somebody , maybe the only ones he truly cared about , could die because he is so weak.
Isn't a game always about how you perceive it? Is fighting and hording glory and fame the only things this close to real life experience game amounted too? Wasn't this an > other world < where the players had to find a place in they were comfortable?
At those thoughts Angorod was kind of pissed , but mostly because of his urge for murdering overcame him. With this he simply folded his wings close to his body and dropped from 1 km in height towards the swamp.
But as it was a beast it noticed the change in pressure that came from above so a head of a snake , that could easily swallow a 25 meter tall Dragon whole , emerged from the murky waters.
Now Angorod had realized his mistake , he could have just waited till it shed its skin and take that back to the leather worker. But now it was to later for all this.
He spread his claws out front and arched his back so his hind claws also where up front , ready to rip and rend the flesh of his enemy. Even his tail joined and he adjusted the drift of the air around him with his wings so he came flying towards the beast with its opened maw.
Angorod came closer and closer and wanted to fly right besides the beasts head and rip out its eye , but this beast was alot faster then he anticipated.
It simply moved its head at a incredible speed and swallowed Angorod without even chewing.