Gessenvult Yukleelilith had always been a proud dragon, for why would he not, to be a True Dragon Lord unlike those fools incapable of Wild Magic who pranced around claiming they were Dragon Lords by virtue of just age was an achievement in this time and era, when the majority of his once wide-spread species had been subjected to a brutal genocide by the Eight Greed Kings.

But for the first time, he, the Dragon Lord who had been borne in the womb of one of the Deep Darkness Dragon Lord's concubine's wombs, and had gained Wild Magic as well, felt something in his body.

The Draconic equivalent of Adrenaline was flooding his system, and he could keenly feel his heart pumping and beating with such vigour that he felt it would escape him, and his body would collapse then and there while his heart would make for the hills.

He himself wanted to take one great leap off this land and fly to safety. The adrenaline was surging so fast he nearly vomited; he could taste his saliva thickening in his throat, and his scales tautening, threatening to pull away from his body. He could not place this feeling, for he had never known it, being as he was, too young to experience the destruction the Greed Kings wrought and in his later years, too powerful to fear anything.

But then it clicked in his mind, for the primal feelings of the draconic race, which possessed keen instincts beyond near all other species, would be recognized, even if they were long in disuse, or never have been used at all.

He realised, what he was feeling, was fear. And not a mere passing fear, but abject terror, the kind that would cause lesser mortals to collapse in convulsions and perhaps shatter their corpses in their death throes.

The entity which had caused such fear in him, was the dragon in front of him. This was clearly not an extremely powerful False Dragon Lord, but a Dragon of power and origin far beyond even his illustrious lineage.

He could sense that this dragon could be said to be of a lineage which could make even the Dragon Emperor's line seem lowly in comparison.

In short, this was not an enemy he could afford to make.

And he regretted the antagonistic actions that he had shown, barely a few dozen minutes ago.

He could use Wild Magic, perhaps using it right now would afford him leeway to escape, but then he noted the eyes on her wings, eyes of true shadow.

He instinctively understood, that his Trump Card, the Void Invoker, would not be sufficient here, it could engulf a location of the caster's choice with an abyss like oppressive blight which would shut out all light, and drive any being blind, even his fellow councillors could not stand upto its power.

If they utilized their own Wild Magic however, it was a different question, but the main reason he felt his trump card would be worthless, and a gross waste of the Soul Stockpile he had accumulated was that, he knew, somehow, that those eyes on this dragon's wings, would afford an ability to be able to see through his darkness as if it were mere child's play.

And the large man next to this dragon could only be an entity of similar power, but he mused whether blinding the man would afford enough time for him to make an escape while the Black Dragon in front of him checked on its companion.

His assessment of the danger that he now faced was cut short for the Dragon Spoke.

"You disgusting lowlife" roared the Dragon.

Fully a thousand out of a thousand people would describe that voice as jam-packed with malice and hatred, and he would be one of them too.

"How dare you call yourself an Obsidian Dragon Lord, when you are but a lowly Shadow Dragon? One of the lineage of Faerun as my nose tells me. Do you seek such a hasty death? For angering a daughter of Malassa with a false title such as yours, is little more than heresy and sacrilege. I will ensure your death is swift but brutal."

And the rest of what was a coherent speech turned into a guttural, animalistic roar, fully embodying an enraged Dragon Lord.

But then the man spoke "Brythigga. Stop, this very instant; use the intellect your Mother has granted you and understand the situation. I do not believe this dragon to hold any malice in describing himself as an Obsidian Dragon Lord, but merely stating his title that he holds. I do not think he is trying to impersonate a Black Dragon at all. The facts seem to be as such. "

Gessenvult was about to nod with all the vigour his body could afford, when the killing intent that radiated off Brythigga which had so paralysed him had ceased, as suddenly as it had arisen.

He spoke, pure relief in his every breath "It is as your…. Dwarven companion speaks, I am not trying to impersonate your species. I have merely put forward my Title that my species of origin dictates I hold. I would not sink to as low a depth as to claim to be a different type of dragon so as to boost my prestige and power."

Brythigga spoke, with each word measured and calculated "Then, it would seem, that I have been mistaken in my assessment. I shall apologise for this misunderstanding and shall hope that we shall have a dialogue that shall end in us being granted passage into the domain of the Argland Council State."

Gessenvult spoke, in a placating fashion "Allow me to graciously accept your apology, but it would seem that this misunderstanding was caused by my threat. Firstly, please let me apologise, for the threat I had made upon your bodies that I shall put you down. It is the duty of those in charge of safeguarding the lives of citizens with their policies as well as with their bodies, to gauge those with immense power, to be, first and foremost, threats to the peace and security of the nation."

He soldiered on, noting in relief that they were not contending this point "Secondly, please let us speak about the reason the two of you have entered this domain, along with your origin so we can possibly come to an agreement about your further passage."

Wulfstan spoke at length, about his royal status, the gate incident which had brought him to this continent, and at last, the reason he had come to the Argland Council State.

"I seek to enter this Kingdom of yours, for one reason. I have heard that this is the last bastion of Wild Magic, and perhaps Wild Magic Casters can help me in finding a way back to my continent. I do not directly seek an audience with the Ruling Council, but seek to travel the land incognito, for much information can be found on the streets, rather than just in a Royal Palace. I assure you that I do not have any malicious intent, and shall be open to be escorted by a troop of your own choosing so as to validate my peaceful intentions."

Gessenvult mused all the information that had been presented before him, and his instincts told him that there was no lie in the words of the…. Dwarf before him. But he could also understand that perhaps it was not the complete truth. It would breach etiquette to ask if Wulfstan was hiding details and he could not antagonise the Sovereign of what could be a powerful allied country.

He spoke "I shall grant passage to you and your companion into our lands, Your Grace. And so as to reciprocate the trust that you are placing in us by allowing us to place an observatory taskforce on your person, we shall not do so. Instead I ask that you instead take this." And so he summoned the guard that he had brought along with him into view.

His primary assistant, Jimplo, a Rabbitman, took the item that was to be presented, and offered it to King Wulfstan. It was an artefact, part of a collection of 18, which were enchanted with a powerful tracking spell. It originated from the City of Eryuentiu, which the Platinum Dragon Lord resided in.

He knew that this was an artefact of the loathed Eight Greed Kings, but each Councillor possessed a few among their person, to give to powerful entities who entered the domain, and had peaceful intentions. It was an effective method of keeping track of their location.

He noted King Wulfstan eyeing the round seal insignia with some curiosity and amusement, but he noted there was no recognition. He came to the conclusion that this Dwarf was mostly not a player, but he would still bring their surprising power to the note of the Council.

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Wulfstan eyed the seal, he did not know which guild possessed a seal such as this, but he noted that it had an 8th tier Tracking Spell in it which was surprising. This was not a native magic item, but something from Yggdrasil.

But his primary concern was the reporting of their phenomenal power to the other Dragon Lords, some who might be beyond level 95 even. He did not like this prospect and so he activated a skill that he had.

He silently activated his Skill: Forger of World, Molder of Memory. It was a skill which allowed one to use the 10th tier spell Control Amnesia with a significantly reduced Mana Cost. But even with this his pathetic MP amount would not afford a complete alteration of the events which had occurred.

He had to make do with altering Gessenvult's memories to instead remember the two of them as Level 50 Dragonoid and Level 55 High Dwarf, and change his feelings of fear and anxiety that he remembered, to one of curiosity at the appearance of such relatively strong creatures and one of superiority due to far outstripping them.

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Gessenvult flew back to his roosting area, while he would report the appearance of these two strong entities, they were not really an immediate concern for him, and after all, any Dragon Lord could destroy them with laughable ease. But their surprising power was still amusing, and so he would probably bring it up as an item of discussion in the next three or four days.

And so he slept upon his treasure pile, in his mansion, which humans would only describe as obscenely large, but was merely slightly big for him. And so he entered a deep sleep, but there was a slight nagging in the back of his mind, and this induced… what could be considered a nightmare.

He dreamt of a powerful black dragon overpowering him, and was discomforted. He woke up, he did not think he had a fetish for a female dragon overpowering him, but he had to muse this. Maybe he could seek a mate, and see if this were actually the case.

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Wulfstan and Brythigga chose to walk the rest of the way to Rystirris, it was not very far away, merely a few kilometres at the most, when a kindly minotaur merchant had drawn upto them in a cart and offered them a ride.

Wulfstan spoke with him "Say, I hear your kind is only found in the Great Minotaur Nation? I do not know much about Minotaurs, kind sir, would you tell me more?"

The minotaur, whose name was Sha-Lam spoke "There is not much to say, we have always been a demihuman nation, but ever since two hundred years ago, a great Minotaur, the likes of whom the elite Royal Guard could not even hope to graze the soles of, appeared in our Nation. He was much more than a first rate warrior, with one swing of his axe he could split the earth and even bring about tornadoes."

"But even more so, he was extra-ordinarily wise, he had wild ideas and created many magic items that were for everyday use. Though he was initially called Boastful, the fact that his magic items worked, and even more so, they provided benefits far beyond the status quo elevated his status from a mere warrior, to a position equivalent to the Emperor in terms of influence.

While he remained celibate throughout his life, cutting off the chance of a bloodline of mighty warriors, he changed several things. He elevated the humans from being mere livestock for us, to slaves, and as of now some of them even have rights. It is a complex state of affairs, but you could say the stock of humanity is rising ever up in the nation. Perhaps one day we shall look on them as equals there."

Wulfstan mused this, and noted the interior of the Wagon, it had an apparatus quite akin to an Air-Conditioner in its functioning, with the only major difference being that it utilized magic instead of electricity as a power source. He came to the conclusion that this Minotaur Sage must have been a player.

Wulfstan asked "May I ask what the name of this esteemed sage was? He sounds like he was a true pioneer in many fields."

Sha-Lam nodded in affirmative, with a great smile plastered across his face "Yes, he was great. His name was Tee-Tee Kslayer Seexti Nain. Truly a great man with an equally great name."

Wulfstan processed this for a second before a figurative ding-dong appeared in his head. He realised what this name meant, and to muster all of his self-control to not burst out in a state of laughter which would destroy the Warrior Nature he seeked to embody.

He thought to himself internally "TittySlayer69, I wonder what your real name was, but you've played a phenomenal prank on the rest of us players."

And so they made idle chatter, with Brythigga the Dragonoid occasionally joining in. They had assumed the names of Raedel, the Dwarven Battlerager and his companion Jemande, the Dragonoid Monk.

Both of them had equipped an item "Reduction of Loki" a gacha-shop item which disguised players and allowed them to even appear to be a different level.

This level could not exceed their actual level however, but allowed them to appear to be of any lower level. And so they had chosen to appear to be Level 45 and Level 47 respectively, a number somewhat equivalent to where the 13 Heroes from history would be, if on the weaker end of their number.

But, they were obviously not as conspicuous as an obscenely powerful pair of level 100s would be, so it would be fine to be at this level.

And so they were stopped at the gate of the city of Rystirris, undergoing the standard checks and such. They were hastened on their way due to being a demihuman duo of two separate species after all, capable of understanding the fact that multiple races of all sorts lived in the cities of the Argland Council State.

They thanked Sha-Lam profusely, who told them to pay his goodwill no mind, and waved them on their way.

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"Raedel" spoke 'Jemande', "Since this venture of staying here and finding evidence of players, and gauging Wild Magic is going to consume some time, I shall find a method of employment for us. I'll enquire at the Adventurer Guild, I don't want to open a musty forge with you, nor do I want to become a merchant or something. I want combat, Raedel. I've never actually fought in my Dragonoid form and I need to utilize my Job classes for once.

Raedel spoke "Alright, alright, though you've gone and hurt my sentiments by calling forges musty. I want to fight as well, It's time I gain some true battle experience in this world. The Art of… Combat as they say. But I'll go walk around the Armour and Weapon shops, message me when you find the Adventurer's guild. I'll go see if I can find suitable gear for us to wear. After all, wearing Divine-Class gear is bound to cause trouble. If I don't find anything, resort to alternate sets."

Jemande nodded, but she didn't need armour sets really, having unarmed classes and jobs primarily. And so she waved off Wulfstan, while she strolled across town. She had equipped a Divine class set called the "Founder's Firmament." It was enhanced, of course, with near invisible runes. It resembled regular, plain leather armour, but it boosted Agility by a massive 20 Points, bringing her already respectable 90 to a 110, something beyond the limits. It afforded moderate resistances to Bludgeoning and Slashing Damage but came with susceptibility to Piercing Damage.

It would suffice for the endeavours she seeked to accomplice. And so she came to the Adventurer's Guild, after an hour of wandering. It was inconspicuous but had a certain charm about it so it could not be called decrepit at all.

And so she entered the guild, walking upto the receptionist, a frogman, not quite possessing enough racial levels to be called a Tuveg, yet.

She enquired about the process as to enrol as an Adventurer and was told that they could write a written exam determining where they would enter in, ranging from Copper to Gold, and then could take an additional combat course against Adventurers of upto Mythril Rank, to gain Mythril Rank.

While Orichalcum and Adamantite Adventurers did exist in Rystirris, to achieve Adamantite off the bat would not do, and they would have to complete a certain number of Mythril and then Orichalcum level quests to achieve those ranks.

And so Jemande messaged Wulfstan, who teleported in to a back alley, and came upto her grumbling about missing out on a particularly interesting dagger in one of the high-end weapon store. He shook off his mild annoyance and they both filled in the forms, and paid the necessary fee to apply as adventurers. (10 Silver Coins and 10 Copper Coins)

They both wrote the test and immediately came out to be Gold-ranked adventurers.

Just when the receptionist was about to cover their Gold Plates to them, Jemande spoke and said "We would like to take on the combat course, we feel that we can achieve a higher rank off the bat."

The frogman, frogwoman rather, named Jeselle was mildly astonished, for the combat course option was not invoked very often, and so it would be interesting to see how they would fair against higher ranked adventurers.

"Ofcourse" Jeselle spoke, "And what rank would you like to fight against? Platinum or Mythril?"

"Mythril" spoke Raedel, speaking for the first time.

Some adventurers in the guild were shocked, to fight against an adventurer team an entire two ranks above where one was placed, as well as with a party of just two, was akin to possessing a death wish.

But the more experienced among their number heard their tones and knew this was no boast or empty threat, but a request born out of mild curiosity. It would seem these newcomers believed could take on an entire Mythril team on their own.

"The fee will be one gold coin per party member, and seeing how it is just you two, that shall be two gold coins."

They paid the amount with glee, and a mythril team in town were summoned to do combat with the two of them.

The rules were simple : No Deaths, and a Strike judged as Lethal would eliminate an opponent. However they could also knock out an opponent to achieve the same purpose.

The Mythril Team, Bread Bear, was an experienced squad of Lizardmen, having an unusually large squad of nine, which was far from the norm of 4, but the close knit tribal culture and upbringing of Lizardmen as a whole enabled them to function in larger teams effectively.

They had crushed many a threat to society, including some Ogre attacks, a few Manticores going berserk and even killing a Orichalcum threat Scorpicore with ridiculous effort.

They were a well-respected, tightly knit team which functioned in such a manner, fully a hundred out of a hundred people would describe it as putting a well-oiled machine to shame.

And so when they assumed their combat stances, at the designated combat arena in the city, they were flabbergasted to notice that a Dwarf and a Dragonoid would be their opponents.

Dragonoids were immensely rare, even more so than actual dragons, so it was quite an honour to see one out in the open so, and even more so, possessing skills in monk fields.

Just when their magic casters were about to cast spells, all of them fell, as if they were puppets whose strings had been cut. The sole remaining Lizardman, Ramav was the leader of the group, a powerful male who utilized a halberd and was so skilled so as to be called a Saint of the Halberd.

He understood what had happened, the Dragonoid had moved with such blistering celerity, and had knocked all of his men unconscious.

This was an opponent he could not fight, and he did not want to be on the receiving end of such a blow, even though he was a proud warrior. He admitted defeat then and there, much to the surprise of the receptionist who had accompanied them.

She had fully expected the Dwarf and Dragonoid to be crushed even if they did give a fight, but to see the Dragonoid casually obliterate the Mythril Team was near beyond imagining. The Dwarf had not even got to use that Fearsome Axe he was carrying around.

And so she conferred their Mythril Plates upon them while Ramav woke his teammates up, and conferred the healing potions that their Tank carried.

She realised that perhaps she had borne witness to the creation of what could only be a new Adamantite team, and perhaps this team might only be slightly below the Capital's Team of Myaw.

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And so Raedel and Jemande made their way to an inn, with the Mythril Plates hanging from their necks from a chain.

It had not been a bad day, for they had gained some insight into the working of the Argland State's Society as well as secured employment as adventurers.

The next objective would be to see if they could find any magic items enchanted with Wild Magic, or perhaps even recruit a Wid Magic Caster to their party for there was an academy in this city, where those possessing draconic lineage, or suitable talents, would go to find out what spells they could cast, and what sort of cost in souls these spells would demand.

There were even certain spells, permanent in nature which somehow reduced the cost of souls.

All of it was confusing to Wulfstan, and so he would like to gain further insights into this to see if he could perhaps gain levels in Wild Magic Smithing.

And he realised that if he rushed back to the shop perhaps he could regain that dagger that so intrigued him.

And so he left Brythigga to find the shop that he had stumbled upon earlier, entrusting the matter of finding lodgings to her.

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Character: Brythigga Malassend

Race: Heteromorphic Race – Black Dragon

Job: Royal Mount and Companion of Wulfstan Thunderwind

Mythril Plate Adventurer

Residence: The Throne Tower, Great Forge of Arkath

Sandsteed Inn, Rystirris

Alignment: Neutral Sense of Justice : 0

Racial Level: Primal Dragon: 10 Levels

Daughter of Malassa: 25 Levels

Job Level: Monk: 10 Levels

Martial King: 10 Levels

Striker: 5 Levels

Shadow Striker: 5 Levels

Inner Ki Master: 10 Levels

Outer Ki Master: 10 Levels

Slayer: 5 Levels

Spirit Master: 10 Levels

Statistics:

HP 70

MP 0

Phy. Atk. 100

Phy. Def. 70

Agility 90 (110 with set bonus)

Mag. Atk. 50

Mag. Def. 150

Resistance 50

Special Ability 60

Total: 640-660