Pestilence: Rise Of The Pure Undead

Far, far away from the struggle and strife of lesser beings, something stirred in the embrace of shadows, monumental pagodas holding up platforms with the sole purpose of providing shade to what lies within, approaching with slow steps, wings retracted, body as low as possible, bowing their heads.

"My lord-" spoke the creature respectfully, multiple voices overlapping one another, all perfectly in tune, utterly in sync.

"A moment Solast, there is a little voice reaching… Mmh… And it's gone, soft-fleshed idiot, did you think a little begging would move me?" scoffing, the voice that reached out from the shadows was outrageously loud, coming alongside countless other noises, hisses and guttural sounds, the mere sound of its ridiculing snicker shook the mastodon that was the construct all around, a gigantic hall of nothing but stone, shorn of much decoration, the thing itself had no roof, halls were egregiously wide, and even then, walls were a rare sight, all that could be seen around was the ant-like movement of small humanoid figures, seemingly working upon the conservation of this edifice that dwarfed them in every aspect.

Waiting in silence for a moment, the polite visitor, apparently named Solast- Stood still, awaiting.

"Go ahead now Solast, what news do you bring me?" the voice from the shadows finally resumed the conversation, slightly tapping upon the ground, causing a devastating quake, throwing the little workers to the ground, none complained or seemed to even take note of the event simply standing up without a sound.

"My lord, the dark has gotten closer, it is moving at a steady pace" spoke Solast, his multiple voice speaking at once.

"Uhum? I don't see the problem with some darkness, well… I suppose a sun aficionado such as yourself would be scared of the dark, ah ah! Anything more interesting?" seemingly unfazed by his lord's utter lack of concern, he continued.

"The dark… It is accompanied by beings that dwell within it, those who have flown too close were beset by a hail of projectiles, lances, harpoons, spells… Some of which held distinct signs that the beings of the dark are of very varying forms and shapes, my lord!

The dark is not simply as it first appeared, I believe that it would be best to treat it as an invading force, or at least, as a hostile group" Solast spoke with as much urgency as decorum could allow, hoping to get the point across to his aloof ruler.

"Mmmh…"

"Varying forms and shapes you say? As in what Solast? Humans? Giants? Beasts? Elemental spirit?

Golems? Dragons?" his lords chuckled, not expecting an answer to this.

"Solast, do you know why I designated you to bring me news?" Solast shook his head.

"Because I like you the most! Oh, how annoying it is to get woken by filthy bootlickers and strumpets? Who do nothing but go your way no matter what contradictory nonsense you might spout? Absolutely disgusting! Let me tell you Solast, since those last thousands years, you are a breath of fresh air! So worried you are about enemies and invaders, ah ah ah!"

The ground shook once more, the lord draped in shadows was standing up, or perhaps simply shifting his position a slight bit, all of his movements threatened to cause natural disasters.

"Do remind me of where we are" demanded the lord. Stay tuned with My Virtual Library Empire

"Dragonnerie"

"Indeed! And who are the inhabitants of Dragonnerie?"

"Dragons, wyverns, drakes, wyrms, all that is related to the blood of dragons, be it close or far away"

"Indeed! No continent dares to even look badly our way, all they can do if we decided to wipe them all out, would be to hide behind their fancy barriers and whatnot! We float high in the sky to wherever we wish, a mere disaster of darkness is no issue, no matter what creatures it might have taken with it…"

"All are inferior to us, the dracos living outside of this continent are weaker than us too! Fire, frost, lightning, magic, everything is at our disposal to deal with whatever comes our way, Solast! You are a sun dragon, with three heads to boot! And you fear the dark? You can dispel it! If it surrounds you, you will be your own sun!"

Laughing loudly, bringing the little servants to the ground, the lord asked another question :

"Tell me Solast, who am I?"

The sun dragon took a second to formulate his response.

"Ronarkatast, the Dragonlord, often times referred to as the All-Draco" he responded, a deafening clap passing over him.

"Indeed! Can you visualise anything capable of bringing me down?"

"I cannot"

"This continent belongs to me, as such, it too can not be brought down as well, how many dragon slayers and usurpers have I slain and devoured?

Not even I can count so far, this little darkness, is nothing to larp about, have the ones affiliated with darkness take a look if you wish, hell, if you fear it still, do something about it, I do not care, it is inconsequential" the dragonlord remained unfazed.

The two dragons remained silent for an instant, the lord sighing, a gust of wind worthy of uprooting a castle emerging.

"I can see that you are still meaning to say something, go ahead"

"My lord, do you remember the visit of that foreign frost dragon?" asked Solast.

"Ah yes! Svaltimas was it? Ah, a shame he did not pledge allegiance, his fight with Arark was a feast on my eyes, the old wyvern really got pushed by a dragon from afar, what is with this child?"@@novelbin@@

"This Svaltimas spoke of the dark, or rather, he spoke of death itself coming from Viridis, this continent… It is in the direction the darkness is coming from, if it represents death itself-" Solast was cut off.

"Now, now… Are you taking his words literally?

Many things can be called death for one that is weak enough to be threatened, but very well, darkness and death, I can understand that you are worried about such trifling matters, investigate to your heart's content, just do it, and if you discover something, come and report it, if death itself is truly coming this way, I'll greet it myself…" the lord chuckled.

"...But unto more important topics, the clan of those most scrumptious flying serpents, have they agreed to send me one of their females? I should go out more often, I wasn't aware that there were such beauties just flying around until recently! And it is high time that I make descendants again, the last one decided to go off and live on another continent, little shit…"

Much to Solast's dismay, his lord would not take anything seriously, at least, anything that did not involve mating was pushed to the back.