John Davis
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Arthur took a breath to steady himself. Then he took another. This was it. This was for the entire pot of gold, as some old gamblers he used to play cards against used to say. He had one last chance to convince the king not to kill him. While he didn't have his Arthur squared his shoulders, told himself to act like the Legendary dragon rider that he was, and looked i[ to the closed throne room door. He nodded. There was a burst of wind from the ghostly Mythic dragon he could barely see. The thick…-
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Brixaby growled. He bared teeth and claws. He alternately ignored the demands from the pathetic boy who would Still, these pathetic humans dared to drag him into an empty chamber aside the king’s throne room and tell Brixaby that they knew better than him. Who was the Legendary dragon here? Brixaby longed to rip out their hearts and laugh in their faces as he absorbed them. That would teach these arrogant fools where the true power lay. That would teach them to keep Arthur away. But the only magic…
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Frustrated, Arthur struck at the spot where the sun ring portal had been a moment before. His hand struck the brick wall, sending a bright burst of pain up his arm. Hissing, he shook his hand out. Of course. His Arthur resisted the urge to kick at the wall. With his luck right now, he’d probably break a toe. Did it matter? He was going to die. He looked desperately inward for inspiration, for anything. All his cards were blocked. He couldn’t even retreat into his Personal Space. He was as helpless…
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Lional and Penn stepped through the portal to join them in the king's court. The moment they arrived, they fell onto their knees in front of the king. Though Penn’s angry glare never left Arthur. "My king," Lional said, "I formally beg for a reconsideration. I ask for justice." "Get to the point, Duke Rowantree," the king said, looking bored. "This boy," Lional spared a moment to glare at Arthur as if it wasn't perfectly clear who he meant, "linked with a Legendary dragon under false pretenses. My…
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"Is he the king?" Brixaby asked in what he likely thought was a quiet voice. It boomed through the hall. However the teen — the king? — made no indication he had heard. The three richly dressed men surrounding him as advisors frowned. Best to proceed with respect, just in case, Arthur figured. Though he spared a moment to be annoyed at Valentina. The woman had told him that the king was old when she had been young. He wasn't an idiot. What he was seeing could be a powerful illusion or an anti-aging…
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Two days later, Arthur’s Luck attribute finally hit level 27. Part of it had happened quite on accident. As it turned out, one aspect of weight lifting was breathing correctly. He already had a It had interesting bonuses at 20, too. Between getting his The temptation to stick them into strength, especially after several days of grinding work was nearly overwhelming. Instead, Arthur stuck with the plan and added them to all his luck attribute. He still had one temporary bonus point of luck. As…
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The first thing Arthur did was to take Brixaby down to the hive entrance on the bottom level. He stood off to the side from the wide mouthed arch and pointed down the road to the gate which was manned by guards clearing people to come in. Brixaby watched the comings and goings of traders, carters, and a variety of people and horses in all shapes and sizes with keen interest. To Arthur’s relief, he didn’t attempt — or even threaten — to steal a card from anybody. Arthur would suspect it was a sign…
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Arthur walked into the giant indoor arena that hosted the dragon care classes, Brixaby on his shoulder. At a quick glance, there were ten other dragon pairs. They were of all shades and sizes, though none smaller than Brixaby or larger than a dog. Most of the young dragons were gathered in a group, wrestling while making “fierce” (read: Adorable) growling noises. Two of the smallest dragons – about the size of a cat – fluttered around the fray on four rapidly beating wings. Those were the…
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Cressida soon excused herself, saying she wanted to get a start on purchasing things on his behalf to "Make this room livable". Arthur was a little surprised she had been serious about that, but knew better than to argue against the steely glint in her eye. So with only a quick stop to find Carley and explain Cressida was authorized to come and go as part of his retinue, he took Brixaby to the kitchens. The hive had giant kitchens on the lowest level where the bulk of the population lived and worked,…
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Cressida stared at him with wide eyes. “So it’s true. Your dragon steals powers.” Arthur’s heart sank down to his toes. Carley, wisely sensing this was a conversation she didn’t want to be a part of, backed away to another room with a ‘good luck’ look. “Nope!” Joy sang out, bouncing up high to get a better look at Brixaby. With a grumble, the little black dragon hovered a bit higher to stay out of her range. Joy glided back down and announced, “I still have my quest!” Well, that…
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