Gudour, The Night Terror
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((This is for the purpose of creating a more difficult to kill Drake that will not simply go down in one event, and actually provide some fear behind the concept of a Drake as well as develop a better backstory behind a Drake attack next to the fact that it is a Dragon like attack. This is not a main antagonist, this is simply a Drake like creature with a Character behind it))
Gudour, The Night Terror
There are many Dragons, and Drakes and even Dragaar that populate our world, but there are some so fearsome and terrible in their wrath, and carnage that they have ascended even from the ranks of the mythic Drake to become living, dreaded legends.
One such Drake is Gudour, The Night Terror:
Gudour, is a Legendary creature among mortals, a Great Lightning Drake of unsurpassed rage, malice and greed, covered in thick, blue-ish black scales this once proud Dragaar has now succumbed to its’ own greed, gems encrust its’ scaly hide as gold has become embedded in its’ very scales from greed, only adding to its’ thick hide a stronger substance harder to pierce than any normal Drake. By far, he has grown larger than those of his kin in his time, and with his size, so does his appetite grow. So vast was his want of gold and gems that he drew himself too thin and was forced to sleep for hundreds of years at a time.
Once slumbering within the caves and crevices nearing the Southern Wilderness, he slumbered there for many years on end without pause, until one day, an Explorer, quite possibly a Monk Wanderer came across his abode.
His abode, a great cavern, it was, with the smell of wet moss lining the walls. Walking the hall like caverns the Wanderer came, the smell of the cavern turning more foul as he descended into it. Until finally, he looked apon the shine of gemstones and gold as he entered an enormous cavern. To his amazement, treasures and gems as far as he could see into the darkness of the cavern could be seen.
His own temptation getting the better of him, the wanderer grabbed fistfuls of gold from the pile and stuck it into his pocket. Taking as much as he could as his greed got the better of him.
Finally, the wanderer, satisfied of his fill and finding, tread back the way he went, making sure to return next time to gather more of this treasure. Feeling quite pleased with himself of his finding, and that he was going to be, a very, very rich man by the end of this.
However...
His actions by far, had not gone, unnoticed.
From the piles of treasure, watched, two, Large red eyes. Peering as the man grovelled at the gold, clambering and cheering as he fisted his pockets with its' treasure.
Enraged, was Gudour, that this vermin would enter his lair, and steal from his very plate. For not only was Gudour one for acts of sheer rage, but he was also greedy, wanting. Wishing for the touch of gold, as it calmed him almost, soothing his lust for carnage.
That night, the wanderer returned to his cottage within the woods, happily clapping to himself as he looked at all the gold and gems sprawled around his abode. Making supper for himself, he sat by the rosy fire, feeling very smug of himself. As the night drew on, he fell asleep by the fireside. Falling into sweet dreams of triumph and riches.
But, in the middle of the night, he was swiftly awoken. The room was dark, the fires had gone out. His thatched roof creaked and cracked in the winds, and the sounds of snapping trees could be heard as though a hurricane was passing overhead.
The gold and gems within his cottage shimmered and vibrated again and again, as something seemingly huge passed overhead. Terrified at what was happening, the wanderer hid under the table, frightened of what was to happen next.
Before too long, he heard a crack, and a thump, the ground vibrated harshly as the winds died down. Still quivering in fear, he waited a while longer still, noticing that nothing had happened at all, not a sound, not a whisper. He slowly got up from his hands and knees, looking around the now cold and ruined cottage, the thatched roof was all but gone, leaving but timbers in their wake.
Looking around more so, his hairs apon his chin and neck suddenly sprang up, as he heard the sound of heavy breathing. Turning, to see what it was, seeing nothing at first he was relieved, until he spied a dark shape above his cottage, the vigil of a head, a vast head, breathing heavily at him.
Startled, he tried to run, but fell backwards apon the gold lying about his room, trying to get up, he turned to see the maw of the beast opening above him. A bright light glowing from within its’ mouth.
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He tried to scream, but his shrill cry was cut short in the dead of light, as an arc of a thunderbolt spat from the creature’s maw, setting him, and the cottage ablaze, obliterating him in an instant.
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Gudour, earnt his namesake that night, the night Terror, for such wanton destruction, and it did not end there, no... the wanderer had not only doomed himself, but many others as well, for he woke a sleeping giant, a giant that wished to feed once more, to horde once more. Gudour spied that there were many other vermin as well, with their castles and towns, and he knew that now, was his time once more.
Since then, Gudour has been a plague from the south, the huge lightning Drake in the night, for that is when he strikes, for vermin are most vulnerable then. Wishing to find and horde gold back to his lair in the south, swallowing entire treasuries whole in its’ lust and storing it within the belly, of what that is the beast. Wishing not to talk with the vermin that lust for his gold, Jealously guarding his cavern from those who would otherwise wish to loot it, and gathering more once the sun goes down once again.
“Weary be those who covet wealth above other aspects of life, for where greed thrives, Gudour will not be far behind...”.
