Kapitel 345: Druidragon [#4]
'...this is so overpowered.'
He was not flying, for his level was not high enough for him to be able to use his [Wildshape] to take the form of the Mithral Dragon that he chose for himself - Only the young form of said dragon, which according to the system... Is the size of an adult chormatic red dragon. "Where was it... Ah, here!" He mentally clicked on the [Information] tab as he stared towards his [Mithral Dragon] template, right beneath where his subclass was.
[Mithral Dragon:
No metallic dragon rivals the mithral for power and majesty. (Though golds are loath to acknowledge their inferiority to anyone.) Mithral dragons are natives of the Astral Sea and other divine and celestial planes, though they can be found on the Material Plane rarely. When a mithral dragon comes to the Material Plane, it is to do Bahamut's bidding or to face a great evil directly. Mithral dragons are also immortal due to their celestial nature, and much like an angel can never truly die. If a mithral dragon's physical body is destroyed, its spirit returns to the side of Bahamut, and they are reborn again. Mithral dragons also act as Bahamut's solars.
A mithral dragon's scales flex with the muscles beneath them, and they glow faintly. As a mithral ages. the icy white scales of youth darken to silver with white streaks. At the height of a mithral's power, intricate white striations sharply contrast its darker base color. Patterns along the dragon's claws flare with energy during combat. A ring of spikes crowns a mithral's head, and smaller spikes extend down its neck. The spikes stand on end when the dragon is excited—particularly when it's enraged. The dragon's wings consist of radiant energy instead of flesh. The dragon's eyes glow with inner light that grows more intense as it ages. The oldest of them shed motes of light from their eyes that ascend past the horns.
Nightmare of the Damned. A mithral dragon is feared by creatures such as devils, demons, and the undead, even more than these creatures fear solars. It is said that solars can make demon princes shrink away at its resonate command due to its celestial might. If that is true, then a mithral dragon is what haunts these creatures in their most dreadful nightmares. It is also not uncommon for a mithral dragon to get somewhat bored and decide to go rampaging through the Nine Hells or the Abyss.
Mithral is a very rare silvery, glistening metal that is lighter than steel but just as hard. When worked like steel, it becomes a wonderful material from which to create armor and is occasionally used for other items as well. Most mithral armors are one category lighter than normal for purposes of movement and other limitations. Heavy armors are treated as medium, and medium armors are treated as light, but light armors are still treated as light.]
Accompanying the information was also images of said dragon, a Great Wyrm Mithral Dragon can easily overtake shadow a metropolis! These dragons are massive... Just so you know, his YOUNG future draconic form is about the size of a red dragon, which has a wingspan of 60–150 ft (18–46m) and an overall body length of 120 ft (37m)! And his dragon form? It grows alongside his power, meaning that as he grows stronger, so does his form and its size! 'And I need to get to Level 6 so I can transform into my draconic form.' But he still has the abilities the Mithral Dragon gives him, like the breath weapon, the telepathy, the ability to speak all languages, and of course, the Truesight that helps a lot! He was also able to be finally at peace since the dragons around him seemed to recognize his presence and took him as an alpha, as a dragom himself that shouldn't be trifled with.
How does he know this? Well...
'Alpha needs food?' A whispering, honestly frightened voice echoed inside his mind as the small Terrible Terror bowed its head towards him, making him feel a little uncomfortable. Although Mithral Dragons dwell in the Astral Realm and therefore don't eat much, he doesn't need that much to eat thanks to having the constitution of a Young Mithral Dragon now. He sent a firm and quick message to the small dragon that was brave enough to approach him even when terrified of his presence! [Food... I am not hungry now] He felt the fear of the dragon amplifying, making him sigh... He just scared them because that annoying Gronkle started berating him because he chucked a rock into a lake, which irritated the dragon because it wanted to eat the rock.
So what did he do? He activated his [Frightening Presence] and sent his aura everywhere on the island because he couldn't control it, making every single dragon be either respectful, wary, or afraid of him! 'I mean, it isn't that bad...' The small dragon flew away while Hastur made preparations to change the plot!
But how?
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As it turns out, the best way to change the plot was to be part of it.
As he reached his hand out to take the hand of the Viking that was lost at sea, he felt a weird sensation go through his whole body, making him pull his hand back for a slight second: "Ah, sorry." He pulled the red-haired viking with all his strength, easily making him sit on the bright crimson Gronkle he was riding. "Are you okay?" Said viking coughed hard all the water his lungs had swallowed while panting heavily - hey, they were the same height! And just as tall, but the red one had a lot more scars than him... He only had the one on his back, from that Monstrous Nightmare.
"Ahahahha!" The viking suddenly started laughing, and that weird, dark sensation overcame his senses for a moment, but said dark sensasion was getting weaker and weaker as the man laughed maniacally: "Oh, my Thor!" The grin on his face was worrying, but even more worrying was the fact that this guy was abandoned in the middle of the sea, with nowhere to go besides an empty island a few miles away from here... It was an island he wouldn't be able to reach and would've most likely drowned at sea. "Thank you for saving my life, my dragon rider... Wait, dragon rider?" His eyes darkened for a split second, and Hastur felt this coldness overcome him before it faded again, like it was never there. "Eh, whatever, I'm not an ungrateful bastard, so I ain't gonna kill you... Besides, this is a Gronkle. It wouldn't be very fun to kill this one."
"Uhm, thank you?"
"Anyway, where we going?" Dagur the Deranged, he knew this guy was... hot. I mean, don't judge him, okay? He was a teen going through his sexual awakening, and Dagur just happened to fit in all of the boxes! Big? Yes! Muscular? Yes! A little unhinged? I mean, he probably isn't even on the doorframe anymore, but he is hot! "Ah -" Raising his finger and pointing towards the direction the island was, Hastur said: "- land." Lame? Yes, he is the personification of lame and awkward.
I mean, when you spend years of your life not talking to people, that tends to happen!
"Good!" Dagur grinned: "Let's go, my new friend!"
... Is that something good?
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- Status -
Name: Hastur Harrington
HP: [80/80]
Age: 26
Race: Human
Sex: Male
Class: Druid Lvl 4
Subclasses: Dragonshifter
Conditions:
Background: [Lone Survivor]
Feats: [Spell Sniper], [Extra Wildshape], [Eldritch Concentration], [Spell Thief]
Languages: All languages, Telepathy (1 Mile)
Proficiency: Medium Armor, Light Armor, Shield, Clubs, daggers, darts, javelins, maces, quarterstaffs, scimitars, sickles, slings, spears, Herbalism
Skills: Nature, Perception (☆), Religion, Survival (☆), Medicine, Insight, Arcana, Animal Handling
- Abilities:
Ultra Spellcasting - Gives you access to all spells, regardless of limitations and class requirements. Each spell requires their level in points for casting.
Wildshape - You can turn into animals you've seen by using Wild Points, Wild Points are equal to double your Druid Level.
(Lvl 2: No flying or swimming animals)
[Wild Points (Lvl ×2 + 2 from Extra Wildshape): 10]
Subclass:
Dragon Ancestry: Mithral Dragon (Darkvision, Truesight, Blindsight, Teleport)
Feats:
[Spell Sniper: Doubles the range of all spells]
[Extra Wildshape: Grants you +2 uses of Wildshape every level up]
[Eldritch Concentration: Makes it easier to concentrate on two things at the same time! Opens up the door for Parallel Thinking.]
[Spell Thierf: If you see another cast a spell, you can attempt to steal it. However, it is necessary some time for you to fully understand the spell, so you'll need time to cast it successfully.]
- Spells:
Spellpoints: 20 (5× Lvl)
Lvl 0 (Cantrips):
Druidcraft (Lvl 8), Hydro Barrier (Lvl 6), Dracobolt (Lvl 7), Eldritch Blast (Lvl 6), Astral Barrier (Lvl 4), Cause Unease (Lvl 5), Cantillate (Lvl 3), Chloromorpho (Lvl 3), Color (Lvl 3)
Lvl 1:
Cure Wounds (Lvl 4), Entangle (Lvl 3), Arcane Tether (Lvl 2), Chaos Orb (Lvl w), Clear Thought (Lvl 2)
Lvl 2:
Pass Without a Trace (Lvl 1), Angel Beat (Lvl 1), Air Cannon (Lvl 1)
Lvl 3:
Arcane Sight (Lvl 1)
Lvl 4:
Lvl 5:
Lvl 6:
Lvl 7:
Lvl 8:
Lvl 9:
Lvl 10:
Lvl 11:
Lvl 12:
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The moment they reached the beach, Hastur completed the quest he received - The truth is, he received a quest saying that an important character was going to die and if he did something, he could save them, so he went ahead and flew as fast as he could with the Gronkle he named Chandler, being able to narrowly save Dagur! The reward were two level 3 spells he could select! He didn't even think before choosing these:
[Lesser Restoration: You touch a creature and can end either one disease or one condition afflicting it. The condition can be blinded, deafened, paralyzed, or poisoned.]
[Dispel Magic: Choose any creature, spell, or object that has magic. You focus your own magical abilities, unraveling the energy of the magic, dispelling it if you have enough ability to do so.]
'Now I feel a little bit safer.' Indeed, because magic is scary! He is immune against magic that tries to make him afraid. He isn't suddenly unable to feel fear.
Know the difference, please. "My new friend!" Dagur spread out his large arms, pulling Hastur's head into the muscle into a tight grip that made him a little flustered. He has had a thing for guys with muscles his whole life, like a fetish thing. "Let me thank you in the most Berserker way I can!" Before Hastur could even react, he was pushed down to the ground, and his innocence (First Kiss) was taken from his lips and he was defiled by the big and rough hands of the deranged man.
Ah, yeah - a little fact that was skipped by Hastur.
The writer of this fic wanted Dagur to be the main love rival, which was why she changed the structure of the Berserker tribe to be... Perverted isn't the right word. Free? No.
Ah!
They are less strict with sex and sexuality! Sure, they have their own unbreakable marriages (Blood Sworns), but they also have their Berserker Thank You, which is basically sex! But fret not, dear reader, a Thank You like this is given only by Berserkers who think their debt is too high to be thanked by mere words.
Something like that is hard to achieve. You'd need to, let's say, save their life for one, or even do a deed so mighty for them that they simply cannot express their thanks in any other way. The majority of the time, they just say thank you like normal people. This was created by the Author of the Fic that our beloved protagonist is in right now! This was solemnly created as a plot point by the author to write about Dagur trying to give a Berserker Thank You to Hiccup after he "saved" his life from a Night Fury, which as we all know, was no true.
That is one of the reasons, in this fic, that Dagur gets obsessed with Hiccup as a way to get revenge for making him believe in a lie. Being given a Berserker Thank You is almost like being given gold for a good deed done, so of course the one that gives the gold woupd get upset if their gold given was not meant to be given to that person - You got me?
So, Dagur now saw fit to thank the one who saved him. A very special thanks indeed because Dagur had never had sex with a guy who could squeal like a girl, become red like a tomato, and make a melody of moans so heavenly that it sounded like the gates of Valhalla were open and the Valkyreis wanted to bring him to Valhalla.
(That was actually Hastur using the spell [Angel Beat] to heal his body from the damage, but the spell required him to "sing" for it to work... Well, it seems like moans also count!)
He wanted to make him squeal more, scream more, moan more - It was a beautiful symphony. Ah, Dagur might be thinking of turning over a new leaf, but his sadistic nature was still there, just this time it was aimed at a certain man who melted so beautifully under his touch, not moving a muscle, as if so deeply afraid that his body refused to move, but leaking like a waterfall as he touched him, his eyes wide and innocently watching him as he traced his fingers over his rather defined and strong muscles.
He could definitely break free if he tried.
Which meant he didn't want to break free from this.
Wöchentlicher Energiestatus
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Rangliste 
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