a chest, a dragon, a monster

I’m thinking that if I end up building a LARGER story, I have to include the “monster” cube with every roll.

Ervok’s mother kicked him out of her nest once he came of age.

Others would consider that a euphemism. In truth, Lindwyrms nest high in the Valor Mountains, even higher than the kens of hawk family Aylvans. They do this in order to keep themselves safe from predators. Lindwyrms have an overriding desire to mate every fifteen years. The desire builds more and more until it finally overcomes their natural instinct to protect themselves. Once a Lindwyrm lays their eggs, the female is abandoned by the male, left to fend a year for herself and provide for her brood. The exact moment their children’s wings moult, the mother kicks them out of the nest to fend for themselves.

“But mother!” Ervok protested. “You’re supposed to give me my first gold piece.”

Lindwyrms aren’t quite dragons but they could easily be mistaken for one. The source of their strength comes from the precious metals of their hordes. There is no limit to how large they can grow. But it all comes from that first gold piece granted by their mothers.

“Your father left me with nothing,” she countered, going nose to nose with him, brimstone smoking from her nostrils. “And now I need to build my own treasure chest again.”

And with that, she shoved him him and took to the skies.

But Ervok bounced off every nook and crag on the way down until he landed at the mouth of a cave. He spread his wings in an attempt to fly, but he couldn’t raise his right wing. He looked over to see it was broken. He knew instinctively how to heal himself – if only his mother gave him that gold piece. In the meantime, he would just have to wait.

He folded his wings and walked into the cave to get a nice sleep. The rising sun heated the cave quite nicely, reminding him of his mother’s nest. He put the notion of his mother out of his head. She would travel across Gremyr, as far as possible to distance herself from her kin and to find a castle she could pillage or a town she could charge for protection.

He found sleep quite easily. The sound of the spring wings passing through the cave created a gentle, soothing sound that practically hypnotized him to sleep.

“You want gold?” a voice asked. He shot up immediately and prowled around the room looking for the source. It sounded like a human, but a deeper, more full voice. The words they chose were simple, but he suspected it had more to do with a language barrier than a lack of intelligence.

“Who’s there?” Ervok said in his most menacing voice. In truth, this was the first time he’d even spoke the common tongue. Between then and now, he spoke the language of Lindwyrms.

“I not here,” the voice said. “But I know gold.”

“You’re trying to confuse me,” Ervok complained. He wanted to unleash his fiery breath but knew his ignition bladder didn’t have enough fuel to fire. But he still had his fangs.

“I not here,” the voice said. “Does not mean I’m not here.”

Ervok roared and charged the back of the cave only to bump his head.

“Wind dying down,” the voice said. “Not much time. Once wind goes, I go. I know gold.”

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