Viko (2)

“A dragon? Really Angie?” You asked even as your brother grinned pressing the glowing sigil next to the request. “Why?”

“Oh come on Viko, this sounds like a breeze. Some fireproof girl from a second rate world. Look it even says that there’s no major magical or technological developments there. Even your dinky little fire knife would be something special out in those boonies. And look, the world they’re requesting it from hasn’t even had a Ward on it for as long as ours has. Far as I can tell it’s one of the safest places you could go to.” The boyish grin radiated from him as he lightly punched you in the arm. “I’ve got to look out for my big bro you know.”

You shook your head and groaned. “Great, of course that would be why. It’s still dealing with a flipping Dragon. Even if it’s some weird alien dragon from another world, dragons are dangerous. Hell, you know any adventurer worth his salt just straight up avoids anything to do with them.”

Dragons were proud haughty monsters, far smarter than anything else. To bring one down was the purview of armies of Class enhanced fighters, and to deal with them was to deal with their capricious and overinflated egos. Pride itself radiated from them and to be hit with dragon flame was to burn at a level so deep that even the forces which held things together were set alight. Dragon fire left behind the phenomenon known as dragon blight, and Dragon Blighted areas became oppressive in their radiance unless cleansed of the effect.