The Scion of Erdrick

Dragon Quest I Hero Independent RP / Ask Blog Selective || Multiverse

[heirofheroes]

That's the most ridiculously huge cutlass I've ever seen.

“Hm?” Alef paused a moment, perplexed. “Ah, I see the problem. Right idea...”

He draws the sword at his hip, turning it to its side and raising it up.

“...wrong nomenclature. This is actually a broadsword, with a basket hilt. There’s no curve to the blade, you see. Several families of sword actually use this type of guard.”

[aquamgemma-deactivated20150201]

when you’re in a rp and it doesn’t even make chronological sense for those two characters to be interacting

[thephoenixnomore]

When you keep going because the thread turns out to be lit

[heirofheroes]

“...Mmgh.”

Alef sits in a forest clearing, the stars overhead and a bonfire at his front. Laying in his hands over his lap, his prized inheritance, the Sword of Erdrick.

“...”

Taking the hilt firm in hand, the Hero gets up to his feet, thrusting the blade skyward! ...Aaand...nothing. Not the slightest spark, nor gathering of clouds. A disappointed sigh escapes him, sitting back down.

“...Still can’t call on the blade’s true power...” A frustrated grimace comes over him. “I don’t understand... Even after fulfilling my duty, what am I lacking...?”

[heirofheroes]

“Jeez... You know what’s really embarrassing? When you get scammed on the Puff Puff. I mean, I guess the joke’s on me for going for it, but still!”

“...” Attempts to look inconspicuous.

“Uh...? Super-great grandson? You-- know what I’m talking about, right?”

“Ah--! Y-Yes! Definitely, great ancestor!  It...definitely wasn’t legitimate when it happened with me.”

“...You broke my heart, grandson. I just want you to know that.”

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Yes that’s right

He is very handsome

You may bask in it--

[heirofheroes]

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[heirofheroes]

Shouldn't you put her down to fight?

“For what? I have two arms, don’t I?”

“If you can’t protect your charge with body and blade alike, you’re not putting your all into it. Try harder.”

[heirofheroes]

Get you a man who’ll princess carry you even at the pub--

[heirofheroes]

So, it’s Sunday! I’m aware what occurs here on Sunday.

Good thing Alef is a good knightly lad.

...Except for this one piece I stumbled across--

Never let the princess guide you to an inn you’ve never heard of.

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badendbuilder‌:

“If it’s Tsuki you’re gunning for, I honestly feel sorry for you, not her. That child beats me out in pretty much everything~ And that’s just one of my Grandkids. Then again…knowing her…I’d imagine she’d offer you a chance for peace as opposed to smashing your head in first.”

“Truth be told. I’m actually curious to see how far you get.~ You had your claws full with just one Builder the first time around, how would you deal with a whole island full of em? But, again, and I really need to hammer this detail in. Tsuki would sooner offer you peace before wanting to cause you harm, Dragonlord. How you choose to deal with that, I leave up to you.”

“Now then, if there’s nothing left to be said…” Rather than going for her hammer, Fasha grabbed the battered hilt of the Sword of Light, unsheathing the rusted blade from its scabbard. “This old beauty still has a few swings left in her. What better place for her to finally rest than against the one she was made to kill in the first place.

“Thou art becoming absent of mind, I fear.”

Standing from his throne, the Dragonlord raised a lofty arm over his head.

“Am I not he who purged the very aspect of creation from thine kinsmens’ faculties with a flick of my wrist? Am I not he who reduced thine capitol to naught but ashen wasteland on but mine whim? How the mere emergence of mine full might left thee bereft of all thine trickery? Hast thou forgotten who I am?”

He pauses, bringing his hand down to stroke his chin.

“...Ah, but verily, the other could pose actual obstacle. So, the God of Destruction hath become so lowly... Yea, t’would be a favor I do him by erasing such a blaspheme ‘pon his name, loath though I be to give such free aid to any.”

As Fasha draws her own forged replica of the Hero’s legendary blade, the Dragonlord returns his attentions to her-- then, with brow raised, scoffs.

“To coin a phrase of this age’s man-- ‘oh, please’. Thy memory truly fails thee if thou hast forgotten the truth of our encounter prior. T’was not your meager hand that saw me dispatched, but the sum whole of mankind working together with that fool goddess, yourself as but their proxy.” He waves her off dismissively. “It possessed of all of you to be equal to the challenge of one of me. Thine gesture is hopelessly pointless. Even if thou couldst muster overcome this restricted state of mine a second time, now that I am knowledgeable of thine tricks...”

His pupils shift-- becoming slitted. A reminder of his true form.

“...The moment that passes, we both know how this farce ends.”

[heirofheroes]

badendbuilder‌:

“Fine, fine, you glorified Smurf. I admit it, I screwed up. I got mad, did something I seriously shouldn’t have done, and screwed myself out of someone’s good graces.”

“But you know what? Of all the things I regret, Erdrick’s opinion of me damn sure ain’t one of them. I don’t give a damn if he’s “upset with my choices,” and I sure as hell don’t care if he’s turning flips in his grave.”

“How would you react if someone, one of your underlings even looked at all you did and just said. “Boy, Lord Zuma could’ve done this so much better… Look at that, The Dragonlord can’t even hide the holy water right. The Dark Lord is hanging his head in shame…”

“I ain’t sayin you’d forsake him, but that shit would get annoying real fast.”

“Besides…I can take solace knowing my Granddaughter did a helluva lot better than me.~ She and her little friend laid low both Hargon and the Dark Lord Malroth.~ If Erdrick ain’t proud of that, then screw him as far as I’m concerned.”

A little smirk, and another shake of the head.

“Ah, how quickly the mood shifts... Didst thou believe I merely overlooked thine little outburst in that not being my meaning, is that the reason for thine sudden relief?” He waves her off. “Yea, verily, I hath heard this nattering all before. Thou art a despicable retch, but thou hadst done it for thine own self-righteous reasons, therefore thou art such a bold and noble soul to suffer thine disgrace; so on and forthwith.”

“Yet, thou hast tipped thy hand without even mine own direct provocation; family matters quite a deal to thee-- merely moreso in the succeeding direction.” Sounding a chuckle the Dragonlord shrugs incredulously. “Of course, be it not as though this be some grand revelation that has actually altered mine intentions in any regard!”

“I mean-- didst thou honestly believe I’d not meant from the beginning to scour every last and lingering trace of thine bloodline from the face of this earth?”

[heirofheroes]

badendbuilder‌:

“Glad someone thinks so at least. Weird as it is coming from you of all people.” 

After that, Fasha went silent. Choosing instead to follow behind the Dragonlord and listen to what he had to say. One name in particular stood out to her… ‘Zoma.” She didn’t know who he was, but she had heard the name spoken in her travels.

“First off, I’m nothing like the dumbass who came to you first. Unlike him, I was spoon fed every little thing I needed. All you saw then, and all you see now, I made with my own two hands. Secondly, you mentioned Zoma… That wouldn’t happen to be the same master of the archfiend Baramos, would it…? Can’t say I had the pleasure to going a few rounds with him, but I heard tale of him all the same. Don’t know much else beyond that point.”

“Hey…” Fasha’s demeanor shifted at the mention of her family. Up until now, even when her life was “threatened” she had taken in stride, more or less. Simply brushing it off to the side in favor of at least attempting to be civil. 

“Holy sword or no, if you so much as harm a hair on my grandchildren, I’ll kill you where you stand. You know damn well I’m capable of doing so.”

The smirk on the dark lord’s face just grew wider and wider with each passing angered word, eyes glinting with mirth at her reaction. Just as he garnered, just like the other, the memory of a good soul entrusted to her meant more than she cared to admit.

“...Nothing alike...thou sayst?” Turned fully towards her now, he tented his fingers, yellowed eyes aglow. “Then, let us recount it...thine reasons in confronting me afore.”

Raising a hand, he began to count of his fingers.

“Thou hadst come before me with grudge in thine heart for the goddess and sought her forsaken. Thou cast off thy humanity that thee might so unsightly cling to life, and even before me now, thou openly forsakes thy heritage. All this, for no sake other than thine own, to satisfy thy need of validation, to prove thine pitiable little point.” 

“T’would imagine...ah, in the coming ages, thou wouldst more likely regress to the like of a Hammerhood rather than a Hoodie, but thou hast chosen monsterdom to fulfill thine own desires all the same.” 

The Dragonlord leans forward now in his throne, fangs glinting in the dim light as he leers down upon her, grinning viciously.

“The very same.”

The next words sounded out slowly and deliberately, in a quiet hiss.

“Just - as - HE - did.”

Satisfied, the Dragonlord slouched back in his seat again, the cruel self-gratification just oozing off his countenance.

“Ah, woe... That both Erdrick’s sole surviving distant children t’would betray him so utterly. Tell me, O Builder...”

“...How fast wouldst thou wager the poor fellow is spinning in his grave?”

[heirofheroes]

badendbuilder‌:

“Trust me, if circumstances were different, and I was still on my lonesome, I’d let you do it. Doubt it’ll keep me dead, but can’t fault a girl for trying…”

“Anyway, that melodramatic crap aside. No, not anymore, old man… Originally, I was killed by your monsters. Trampled down, then left for dead in a big ol tomb. Rubiss was the one who revived me, gave me the power of creation too. But, there were two things she always said to me…the first was just a one time thing. But that second…that goddamn second one…I was forced to hear it in the back of my subconscious everywhere I went.”

“She told me, the blood of Erdrick was gone from me. Makes sense given my circumstances. And the second thing… “Remember, my child, you’re not a Hero…”

“Everywhere I went, no matter what I did. “You’re not a Hero.” The last straw was at the castle. Rubiss and I got into it, and she basically to go face you and die. She apparently wasn’t going to be watching over me anymore.”

“…We both know how long that lasted…” She said with a roll of her eyes. “I don’t hate the goddess, even though I damn well should. But I sure as hell ain’t liftin’ a finger for her in the coming days.”

“I had thought thine intent was to cease the melodrama?” A slow shake of the head leaves the Dragonlord. “No...no. Thou canst prattle on about blood spilt and revivals had so many a time, but the objective reality be this: thou art the Hero’s descendant.”

Turning away from her, the Dragonlord hums quietly to himself, talons idly clicking upon his golden armrest.

“...The legend ist not falsified, you know. Within these halls once dwelt mine predecessor, the dread Zoma. The echoes of the ages-- speak to me...they reveal unto me the truth of the tale. Some elements be...embellished, to be sure, but,” A wave of the hand, “thine ancestor were every bit the paragon mankind remembers in his truest nature. That, I bear no intent to deny.”

Tossing up his hands, the Dragonlord breathes a small sigh.

“...Such a pity. The Hero meant to succeed him spat upon his grave, all his efforts and legacy...”

The Dragonlord’s eyes shift back towards Fasha.

“...it runs in the family, so t’would it appear...”

[heirofheroes]

badendbuilder‌:

“I ain’t so sure about that. Sure, might’ve been that way from the start. I was too pissed off at Rubiss and all those damned irritating royals, minus the princess. The irony of my actions isn’t lost, I’m fully aware of how stupid I was.”

“My role was to smack you down with what little life I had left, then die a Hero. Instead, I used you just to spite Rubiss and everyone else.”

“And before you say it, old man. No. The answer is still no. I don’t want half the world. I spent enough time rebuilding it…”

Oh? It seems she actually got to him with that remark, as a visible vein tightens in his neck.

“...Be not afeared. Never would I offer unto thee such a boon. The only fate remaining unto thee is sifting away into a screaming pile of ashes.”

However, on that subject, his grin becomes a little more genuine again.

“...That, however, was in mine actual meaning of ‘irony’.” He raises a finger. “Thou art too of Erdrick’s blood, yes? I know well that simpering goddess is incapable of considering anyone so outside her permitted little play as to not at least be of the lineage.”

[heirofheroes]

badendbuilder‌:

“Both guesses are right. But that begs the question…” Fasha said calmly. Watching closely as the old Monster Lord circled around her. Even as he came forward with the fire, her demeanor didn’t change in the slightest. She was well and prepared to fight, but only if she needed to. Without Erdrick’s sword…putting down the Dragonlord this time was going to be a lot harder…

“If you could sense it…how come you didn’t destroy the Elixir when we first met, old man?”

“If you figured living an eternal life would be punishment in its own right, yer not wrong…”

At her lamentations, the Dragonlord can only bark a short laugh.

“Ah, naivete... Eternity be not sentimental, nor hath it mercy for those who are. A weakness you and I share not,” He mercifully draws back his staff, now eyeing her with greater amusement, “I assure thee.”

Snapping his fingers, the accursed king’s gilded throne emerges in the air behind him, the Dragonlord sitting down in an unthreatened slouch. 

“I carry naught reason to lie. I thought not nor cared for whatever paltry tricks thy might have possessed at the time, yet... Even if possessing the knowledge, mine actions would have almost assuredly been encouragement.”

Propping his chin on his fist, he raises both brows.

“The irony truly escapes thee, it would appear...” 

[heirofheroes]

Move over, Thanos; the Dragonlord makes the finger snap classy af.

[heirofheroes]

badendbuilder‌:

“What can I say? I’m a stubborn old git.~ The real question here is why are you alive? I’ll spill my beans if you spill yours.”

A raised brow accompanies a contemptuous smirk.

“Amusing, truly...” Releasing his staff, the dragon-carved wood suspended in midair, the monster lord drifts about the perimeter of the little woman in a slow circle. “Thou thinkst I cannot detect it upon thee... That thy fundamental nature has altered... Something...mystical? Nay-- perhaps alchemic?”

“Thou canst not fool a dragon, girl.” A sudden snap of the fingers, and his staff reappears in his hand in a dark gout of flame, pointing the head of it down towards her neck. “--Least of all, I.”