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Marcus is an 11-year-old child. Like all boys of his age, he loves video games, fantasy and role-playing.
Falling into a hole, he leaves the cave but transformed into a magical and legendary creature.
A Vouivre, a kind of Wyverne...
A man in town, well-dressed, with a full purse, was walking around town. He probably went to the merchant guild, the ancestor of the merchant guild. It brought together finance and the various trades. Carpenters, butchers, transporters, contractors, bakers and herbalists, remoulders, etc...
Halfway there, sad, yet well covered and in full youth, he must have had in the 25 springs, bourgeois or little nobleman, he began to cough. Then in his handkerchief, horror.... Black blood.
Gr. Pensa til the prostitutes... The witches.
He went to see the doctor of the nobles...
The verdict fell like the executioner's axe.
The plague! The punishment of the dying empire!
"I'm afraid there's nothing I can do... Unless you find the "banker" the death blower....
He has a castle a mile from here but it is ruinous...
Gathering his strength before it dries up. He took his savings and saw other nobles on their way to the black castle.
The caravan, which was about thirty carts long, set off.
They arrived at the foot of a castle at night and were greeted by the theft of a black and sinister dragon, which immediately announced the welcome.
The "Banker" would have a dragon at his service?????? That's right.... nothing like a dragon to keep gold....
The disease drove people to despair and they moved on despite the warning.
"HIhihihihihihi, Hahahahaaa!
But what do I see?" made a grimaceous face...
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A sinister man, dressed in purple and black dragon skin like the dragon seen a few minutes earlier, was sitting in front of the unfortunate assembly.
The richest man came forward.
"Sir, the herbalists have guided us to you to help us heal from the black evil. "
- "Black evil???? hahaha??? hihihihihi? The black PESTE you mean?????? it's nothing wrong!
It makes sense... It's because you're not clean. Hihihihihihi..."
Lord Banker....
"My name is Anthrax..."
Lord Anthrax... Would you, by the greatness of God, have a cure...?
People were waiting, waiting, attentive for the jester's reaction in front of them...
Anthrax: "To Divine Plague, ... Divine Remedy! "But the price is Divine.....
The cure is in a dragon's blood... and not just any dragon..... and I doubt he'll give you any, although if the exchange is correct... there may be something to reason with.
But the price will be your golden weight! Because the dragon wants gold for his blood.
"But but... It's unbearable!!!!!"
Anthrax: "Virgin girls or children.... A life for a life..."
And what was to happen happened...
Virgins and children arrived at the base of the castle
They were taken after a procession near a pole with hooks and left a horse and cart and after the sacrifice was consumed, Anthrax had a tiny vial with the remedy against the plague that he himself had caused.
Thus Anthrax, and Vermithrax, who were only one and the same person, collected huge amounts of gold and blood flowed, flowed... people fled decrees and roundups.
and that's how I met runaways, trying to escape the dragon.
But the worst was yet to come. Not only did the dragon in human form tease the offerings, but he tormented them so that they would give in to his advances.
Then when virginity would disappear, it was in the form of a dragon that he finished his work, tearing off "Pleasure" the poor children he hastened to devour so as not to do "task" or "witnesses".
A hideous monster
In one of his bloody romps, he had an idea, hearing his victims sing before he died.
YESIIIII, ssssssssssssss It's ssssssssssiiiiiit!
He flew off and dispersed a powder falling from his scales.
A week later..... the first signs were felt.
The epidemic was growing in strength and power.
And Anthrax offered his services by demonstrating that the plague was carried by rats.
They multiplied, biting people in their sleep.
Often the children would wake up with their fingers eaten, only the bone left.
People, rich and poor alike, were terrified to fall asleep. Some slept in flat armor, praying that a mouse wouldn't come in.
During the day, behind the walls we could hear the rats sharpening their teeth by the hundreds for the misdeeds to come at night.
The cities were suffering and Vermithrax saw a revenge of the dragons in this plague that he was attracting to his paroxysm.
People were dying by the hundreds.
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And were thrown alive into pits.
Orphans and poor children were accused, with the disease attacking the weakest.
And Le Banquier proposed to take the children to the rhythm of soothing music. They left joyfully with their friends but it was only at the last moment, trapped in a cave with huge rocks closing in on the children that they realized their mistake and the horror that awaited them.
After consumption,
The magician with the magic flute came to offer his services again. Each time, there was a lull
And the city was depriving itself of what it had of precious things: its children and young girls, the promises of a future devoured by a monster.
Then he highlighted the rats, enraged and pestiferous and above all hungry for human flesh.
Some rats doped with dragon blood reached twice or even three times the size of a muskrat and when they entered a house, it was a feast of human flesh.
The knights, when they killed 1, 2 replaced him and it was an endless chain of dead people.
