Dragon and Abomination.

[Ittoukun]

 

Lately, the golden dragon of Dragon's Nest is not sighted outside of the settlement. Rumors begin to circulate around, some say that he has been injured once again and is recuperating, others say he is training and preparing for something. While the latter might be closer to the truth of the matter, they are unable to accurately pinpoint what is about to happen.
 
For the first time, the golden dragon decides to make a public statement.
 
And his expression?
 
One full of distaste.
 

I was willing to let a lot pass. Out of the care that I have for the continent of Meranthe, I was directing all of my power towards the threat of the Fel and Atrellya pose. I was willing to swallow the pride that I have as a dragon. After all, what point is there to stir further conflict while not taking into account the bigger picture?
 
Not anymore.
 
Kscenyia C. Montelione, or as I like to ever so affectionately call, the Abomination.
 
When I first met you during my younger years, I was merely excited at the notion that I have run into another of my kind. Foolish, I was in my younger years. However, even back then, I was aware of the fact that your connection to the Divine is skewed, unnatural.
 
Later on, I found out about your ploy, your mutation, your act that spit on what makes a drakan desire to work towards becoming a dragon. And your gravest sin of all was the fact that you dare to imitate the divinity of the dragons.
 
I despise the fact that you continue to prance around as a full-blooded dragon, when you are nothing more than a lab experiment. Even those newts that fell to their greed was never got to fully ascend to be true dragons have more pride and worth than your lousy form.
 
Calling you a lizard would be the most accurate way to describe you.
 
You are nothing more than a drakan that could not handle the trials that are accompanied with becoming a dragon, instead you chose to submit yourself to a lab experiment with an artificial egg.
 
You simply wear the flesh of my kin, as if you are one of them.
 
And to think that you even have an egg of one of my kin, and you even submerged it within lava.
 
I bet you, with your ever so limited foresight, is unable to fathom the idea as to why the egg has not hatched thus far.
 
The idea of one of my kin is kept by a lizard such as yourself is the last straw that I needed to make this declaration.
 

 Give me that egg.

 

Now..

 
Abomination.
 
I, Alluvium the Verdant, Son of Fahdlrex..
 
..challenge you to a fight.
 
If you even have a spec of honor, you will accept it and come out to face me. Show me the results of your augmentations.
 
Perhaps, if you accept, you might have a chance to survive with the fake flesh you have on you ripped, reduced to being nothing more than a weakened drakan.
 
Otherwise, I will come find you, and your last spec of hope of living beyond our fight shall be extinguished as I shall feast on your flesh.
 
Even if I have to rip through the walls that you hide behind.

 
With the declaration made official, the dragon steps away, once again going back to making his preparations.
 
The intention of the Verdant one is made fully clear to the entire world.
 
It is an official declaration of war.