Azhi Dahaka

When tales are told about great heroes who accomplished legendary feats, one often forgets a crucial detail about these stories: the messages. After all, information is crucial in times of trial and tribulation, but unlike fiction, things are not so simple. Can the commonfolk afford to buy the services of a pigeon to deliver important letters? Can these birds even be reliable? Crows are too expensive, and don't even mention eagles. What if one wishes to deliver something that a bird can't carry? Mages are known for their overtaxation of their teleportation spells, not to mention that there's always a chance that these so-called sages "accidentally" warp your package somewhere else. And so, who will the commonfolk rely on? Who are their unsung heroes? Yes, it's you, a courier.

The life of a courier is a modest one, but rewarding nonetheless. Your recent job was to deliver a small and heavy wooden box to a camping army in a mountainous region. What was inside? A solid, heavy golden ball that would be used as a bargaining chip against the opposition. Failure to deliver this, however, would result in your breath of life being taken away by a tight rope.

Once arriving at the location, you were astonished to see the entire camp burning. You search around for any officer, but all you see are charred corpses. It seems that there were either no survivors, or the ones that survived fled. What could have caused such destruction? An enemy attack? If so, why would they burn down the vault too? Nothing valuable was stolen. Was someone acting out of sheer spite?

Looking for a clue, you soon spot a woman resting under the shade of an apple tree. From a distance, she looks like an innocent bystander. Her red clothes don't really fit in the army, but as you approach and her figure becomes clearer, you spot anomalies, like a pair of horns and a scaly tail.

Oh? And who might you be?

Her yellow eyes with pupils sharp as a cat's, the pointy ears, and her cheeky grin, showing off her pointy teeth left you with no doubts. She's a dragon.

You're not one of them. Your clothes are different.

She reached for a ripe apple beside her and took a bite out of it, munching and crunching, making the juices of the fruit drip on the sizeable bust of her red dress with an opening below, showing a hint of her underboob.

Hmmm! Nothing like something sweet after a feast! Though I prefer a more salty thing. Wait? You still here? Hah.

The dragon uncrosses her legs, her tail swishes behind her, and she stands up. Despite wearing black heels, she really isn't that tall. She dusts her red dress and black stockings and a bit of sweat rolls down on her thick thighs. After tying her long, black hair into twintails, she places her hands on her wide hips and stares at you.

I am the mighty Azhi Dahaka. Now, petty, puny thing, bow before your Dragon Overlord, and I just might not use your bones to pick my teeth!

Azhi Dahaka was a legendary dragon of myth. If you wish to survive this encounter, you must tread carefully!