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Dragon Heist: Prologue by Rufellen

Dragon Heist: Prologue

Kicking in the door to his throne room Graezzit looked around for someone to take his ire out on. Sadly the throne room was empty except for the statues holding up his throne and standing in niches. Sure they looked real with fur and scales but each and every one had a giant glowing crystal orb filling their mouths and a collar. Three fangs pressed down from the collars front into their throats and collar bones completing the look.

It was Graezzit’s favourite way to immobilize a victim, transforming them into living statues. Conscious, just trapped in a state of semi-lucid insensibility, the enchantment in the collar keeping them in a state of suspension. The crystalline orbs were made out of their own saliva using their natural magical energies to render them powerless. It however meant he didn’t have a large number of mobile minions, pact-holders or servants to take his anger out on after each one of these interruptions.

Sprawling in his throne the daemon patted the head of the frozen yellow lizard who held up the left side of his throne, “This just won’t do,” he said jovially, “Having to head out to meet every irritating adventurer, would-be hero and wannabe daemon summoner who wants to attack, banish or trick me into subservience.”

Glancing down at his tattered, soot stained robes he sighed, “Just look at this mess,” running a hand through his thick green mane Graezzit stretched out his long black furred legs and drummed his fingers on the lizard’s head.

“I need someone whose job it is to manage the tower and keep these interlopers out so I don’t have to run off to deal with them…” rubbing his black furred chin the daemon hummed, “Not a hellhound though, they are so not equipped for this sort of task…”

Standing up he leant down, grey and black body bent almost double so he could look into the lizard’s eyes, “Someone like you?” he let that linger, the hope bloom in his prisoners mind that he might be released then shattered it with a wicked laugh.

“No, that wouldn’t work, if I let you start moving around the whole symmetry of my throne would be wrecked.” he patted the lizard’s head, “Plus you’d start plotting to save your friends and whatever other tedious things mortals do when they break free of a curse. No, it’s much simpler if I just leave you be.”

Turning away, removing his tattered robes and tossing them aside Graezzit headed for the door, “But I think I know someone who can spare the time...”

Laughing the daemon left his throne room and started to stalk through the halls of his tower. He paused from time to time to look up at one of his captives before shaking his head and moving on. He needed someone desperate, someone forgotten who’d agree to anything to get out of their living entombment.

Graezzit passed out of the grand halls, mortal traps and headed into the lowest areas, passing through the prison and down towards the sewer, cesspit and waterpipes. He didn’t have much use for all these icky mortal necessities but he had vague memories of catching a thief sneaking in this way years ago after he’d first stolen the tower. Back then he’d been dealing with the aftermath of the arch-daemon Tsochan. Stupid show off had pulled off a what Graezzit had to admit was a cunning plan to steal back his kobold servants. The daemon had decided not to pursue and try to get them back, Tsochan was in a different class and Graezzit could live without being banished.

The whole place had been a mess with broken walls and escaping prisoners. He’d really had to dedicate some time to securing his tower and making it clear that he’d suffered a setback but wasn’t defeated or easy pickings. The time it took to rebuild his homes reputation is what he really begrudded. Pushing open an iron studded door Graezzit peered into the sewer room, wrinkling his nose in distaste at the sour stench. It wasn’t used much at all, it wasn’t like he had any need for the plumbing but there he was, the khal he’d caught trying to sneak back out through the sewers.

Walking into the room Graezzit stayed on the stone platform that ran around the edge of the cesspit. The ancient, slimy brickwork held the grating that covered the sewer in place and standing in the middle, right beneath the main outlet pipe was the khal thief. The canine idiot had splotched brown and grey fur, was totally naked except for his charming collar and his head was tilted back so he was staring straight up at the pipe. Of course their punishment was mostly about being forgotten these days, since Graezzit, being a demon didn’t really make much use of the plumping so at best the filthy furred khal got dirty rainwater from the gutters and little else.

“Ah, here you are.” Graezzit called out and stopped so he was just in the sight of their rolling eyes. The blue orb forcing their muzzle open rendered them mute but he could still see and hear, “I knew I’d almost forgotten someone down here. Would you like to be more useful than a drain outlet?”

Gesturing with one paw Graezzit sent a small stream of his fel green fire across the room to connect with the collar. The khal collapsed as the orb in his mouth shattered and the collar relaxed its hold on him. He fell to his knees wheezing and and shrank back as the daemon walked over.

“Isn’t it nice to be mobile again? But that’s not all, little wet khal. I’m also planning on offering you a new position in my coterie of idiots, slaves and pact holders, or does that not interest you? I can always put things back how they were a moment ago, after all...”

“I’m… listening…” the khal croaked and the daemon crouched down and gripped one of his ears and tilted his head back so he had to look him in the eye.

“A good choice, my khal friend. Here’s my deal- agree to give me your soul after you die and follow my commands unquestioningly, and I’ll give you a better job in my tower than a sewer drain.”

“What… what job?” the khal wheeze warily.

Graezzit raised his eyebrow and released the canines filthy ear, “Oh, you mean there’s actually a situation where you’d like to stay down here? I suppose if you’re not interested, I can find someone else...” he stood up and turned and grinned as the khal all but screamed at him to wait.

“Yeees?”

“Yes, yes please, anything but going back to that.”

“Are you sure?” Graezzit held out one hand, runes of green fire swirling and coalescing around his wrist and fingers, “You freely agree to my terms without reservation?”

“Yes, yes,” the khal grabbed Graezzit's arm, hand closing around his wrist, sealing the pact, “Anything, just don’t put me back there!”

Green fire flared around their forearms, runes sizzling into the khal’s fur before fading away and Graezzit smirked, “Excellent choice, khal. Now follow me and stay silent.”

He turned and walked out, leaving the canine to move after him. With the pact sealed the thief's body was a puppet for the daemon to command as he wished. Graezzit however just led the way up through the tower and finally entered one of the rooms where he kept some of his trinkets, artefacts and looted enchanted object.

“This will do,” he turned to the beautifully subservient khal and made a slight gesture which swung the door shut behind him, “Now, we need to prepare your body a bit for your new work.”

“Work doing what?” he asked and Graezzit smiled, letting his lips draw back to show off all his fangs as he drew himself up to his full height.

“Well I’d usually spend the next month or so working you until you died from starvation or collapsed from dehydration,” the demon mused, and the khal spluttered, its eyes widening in shock, “But if I take the time to play with you like that some other group of heroes will show up and interrupt me so… I guess I’ll just have to do things the quick and less fun way. ”

Graezzit gestured and flames erupted around the khal, not his hexfire, that only really ate magic, regular, down to earth orange and yellow fire that started to eat through the canines body. He shrieked and collapsed to the floor as the flames grew white hot and wormed into his mouth like a burning snake. His screams became choked, and the khal collapsed, a trail of heated ashes pouring from his jaws as the flames consumed him from the inside but left his hide untouched. The demon didn’t need anything but their hide, and it was tricky work carbonizing everything else on the inside without burning through the skin and fur.

As the fires died down and the ash-filled husk settled into stillness, Graezzit reached out a hand and idly plucked the khal’s writhing soul out of the ether before it could slip away anywhere.

“You killed me!” he screamed in a high pitched whiny voice, “That wasn’t the deal!”

“This is your new job, you silly creature. I only wanted part of your body, so I got rid of the rest. Now that your soul cannot inhabit the remains, it also belongs to me. That was the deal.”

“But…” the Khal was cut off as Graezzit bore down on the pitiful thief with his will and consigned his soul to his collection. He’d have to think up something suitably fun to do with them later but for now he had work to do! Gathering up the sleek soft material he’d just created he moved over toward his work bench and sat down. He was quite looking forward to seeing if he could pull this off!

-0-

Awareness came quite suddenly in the end, one minute the world was a blur of colour and light accompanied by an odd tugging sensation. They didn’t really open their eyes, they didn’t technically have them but as its body was folded and pushed through on itself, turned the right side out everything swam into focus.

They could see a creature looming above them, black snouted with shockingly bright green mane and hair. Another set of brown-furred arms slid in and out of view, deftly holding a needle that was dipping in and out of their body. It probably should have been alarming but Meddal decided this was fine. Their creator was still working on them, waking up was a gift, accident, offering, development?

It was hard to tell, they’d have asked but Meddal had no mouth with which to speak, no true eyes with which to blink just two buttons sewn onto the front of their soft green velvet face. It… they… Meddal was aware and living but still just a toy, he had a vague sense that he could do something about this but wasn't sure what. The brown arms dipped the needle back and forth, sealing a stitch and then used one of their claws to snap the left over thread. The grey and green creature standing over him leaned down, peering into his button eyes as someone out of sight said in a tired voice, “I think it’s almost done, my lord.”

“I can certainly see some magical activity in it, Jay.” the creature tapped his claws against the table, “How will we know will we know if it’s awake?”

Meddal watched as their the brown arms, apparently belonging to a ‘Jay’ continued to work, before turning him over onto his back. He could now see they belonged to a brown otter with a miserable expression, wearing a strange fanged collar around his neck. The otter took several handfuls of fluffy white material and stuffed it into their chest. Legs and arms were plumped up, stuffing was forced up to fill their ears and head. Once it was properly stuffed the otter pulled the zip up along Meddal’s chest sealing it all inside.

Jay sighed, putting down the needles and thread. “It’s done, my lord Graezzit. A plush golem like this should animate soon, but like I told you before, I’ve never worked daemonic essense into one, so I don’t know what it’s going to do. You’d probably have a better idea, since it came from you.”

Meddal sat there, they understood the concept of moving but it wasn’t something they could make their body do. The one called ‘Graezzit’ looked down at him for a long moment, then back up at Jay, before shrugging. “Alright, if you’re finished, then go back to your niche and assume the usual position.”

The otter turned on their heel with a grimace, and began marching away, snarling through gritted teeth. “You… said… you’d consider… letting me… go- mmmph!” The one called Graezzit snapped his fingers and whatever the otter was saying became muffled, as if something had filled their mouth, and they offhandedly replied, “Yes, and I considered it. And decided I prefer you as decoration. You were my first one, after all. Thank you for your services in golem artifice, Jay.”

There were more muffled sounds of outrage, then the sound of a door slamming out of Meddal’s vision range. So the Graezzit must be a daemon, and had contributed part of his essence to make him. That must make him their creator, the otter was merely the servant who held the needle. After a long half minute of silence, the creator growled “How long does this thing take to wake up?” and turned away to look at a book on a nearby stand. This left Meddal with a clear view of the creator’s tail and without thinking it moved, a large, round, clawless, fingerless mitten like paw touched the flicking tip of the tail and the whole thing came off.

The creator jumped and span around, raising a claw which began to burn with green fire. Rather than attacking him, though, their creator stopped, watching what they were doing with evident interest. Meddal focused on the heavy tail now hanging off the bench, and without really thinking about how he shrank the tail, fabric and stuffing replacing fur and flesh until he was left holding a plush tail.

As the tail settled and stopped changing Meddal closed it’s suddenly mobile paw around the tail and stood up. The large useless mittens that were Meddal’s hands had some definition now and with an awkwardness that came with being so new it twisted and pressed the tail against the fabric next to its green fox tail. With a snap of metallic buttons the tail clicked into place and Meddal swelled further.

Standing up on the desk Meddal smiled, the line of black stitching that outlined its mouth slit open. A tongue made from pink felt slithered into place and the plush worked its jaw a bit before examining its body. The soft velvet fabric that it had been made from was a bright spring green with softer teal making up socks on its feet and hands. A patch of teal coloured leather made up its nose and it had a thick ruff of blue around its neck as well as a soft, light turquoise coloured patch covering its chest, stomach and tip of its tail.

It was bright, it was friendly, it was Meddal, its thoughts filled its body made of stuffing, velvet and leather. It’s eyes were still buttons sewn on its face and as it reached up and pulled down one of its ears they could see they were made from the same soft teal colour as its socks. It didn’t quite understand how it was alive, Meddal couldn’t put its finger on any single piece of magic that kept it mobile, it seemed to be something worked into the fabric of its body.

Meddal paused in their examination of themselves as the put out the green flames around their claw and stepped closer, leaning over the worktable. “That was interesting.” the great grey, black and green creature had grown himself a new tail, Meddal noticed, and it was lashing back and forth slowly, “You pulled off a little piece of my essense with that tail.”

“Sorry father… ew no,” Meddal wrinkled its plush muzzle, “No no that won’t do, mother… no… creator… hmm I guess that could work.”

“Don’t worry about it, I have plenty to spare. The tail was just a projection of my essence.” the creator replied in an amused tone. “But more importantly looks like you gained a little bit of the daemonic abilities of soul manipulation. And you can call me Master.”

“Oh no,” Meddal shook its head, “Master… hmm no that feels like it should be for special occasions only, like now!” Meddal bowed, well sort of bent in the middle, one hand gesturing, “Thank you Master, I am Meddal… yes that is my name, Meddal, pleasure to be here.”

His creator’s face twisted slightly at the greeting, and he commented wrly, “You’re awfully friendly and lucid for a golem. What made you decide to pull off some of my essence?”

“I don’t know,” Meddal looked around the workroom, “I think, therefore here I am, I’ve got no idea how that happened… I needed your tail to get bigger, more alive… if you give me more I can get stronger then do what you need.”

“I see…” the creator frowned, “And what is it I need?”

“You need me to protect your tower creator, I can do this… I can build guards and traps and make this place impenetrable.”

“I have no arguments against this. By the way, you may also call me Graezzit.”

“Oh yes, Graezzit.” Meddal relaxed its stance and clapped its paws together, radiating eagerness, adorableness and a host of other little emotional triggers as it beamed earnestly up at the daemon, “Yes that’s your name, I will use that and save those Masters for special occasions,” he paused and lifted his head to look into Graezzit’s eyes, “Hi… so more tails?”

“I don’t think it’s the tail that you need, so much as the bits of essence that you pull free with them.” Graezzit mused, he reached down and lifted the plush, turning it over in his heavy hands, examining the way the felt replica of its own tail now connected to the plush, “I don’t see why you couldn’t pull off a bit of a mortal’s soul the same way, but I don’t know why you would specifically need a tail to do it.”

“Oh I do,” the kitsune grinned, “I am a kitsune, tails equal power, look…” Meddal held up one hand and green hexfire danced atop its plastic claws. The claw felt very strange for a moment, then he lost sensation in it., the fingers going slack. More alarmingly, the green fire was starting to spread along his arm, doing the same thing as it went. The creator sighed, and brushed one of his claws along Meddal’s arm, putting out the flames. In a firm tone of voice, he said. “I would advise against invoking my Hexfire again unless you are sure you can keep it off you. It burns away magical energies, and you are animated by it. It is a power that will destroy your enchantments and render you mundane and lifeless, if I am not around to put it out.”

“Ah. Sorry, Graezzit. I will be more careful with it in the future.” Graezzit set the plush back down and Meddal shook his limp arm, half of which dangled uselessly. Slowly, sensation began to leak back into it, and he regained control of his arm over the next minute.

“Now that we have all that settled, you can begin your work,” Graezzit waved a clawed hand, “Serve and do what you were made to do and everything will be fine. Disobey, fail, or attempt to betray me, and I’ll throw you in a pit of hexfire.”

“Understood Master,” Meddal murmured, looking around the workroom, “So… do you have any victims for me? I want to get started and I need more tails.”

“This is a good opportunity to test your capabilities, yes. I will go get you someone.” Graezzit turned and let himself out of the workroom. Meddal sighed and sat on the bench and then pulled its tails around to examine them both.

Its kitsune tail was fixed firmly to its body, part of the original fabric design. The grey tail with the green tuft it had stolen from Graezzit however was just attached with a series of metallic poppers. Meddal didn’t quite understand the method by which it had attached it, the metal hadn’t been there and then when it needed to stick the tail on they’d materialised. It was fascinating, this existing business was going to be great fun to experiment with. But that could wait, exploring its thoughts Meddal realised there was nothing before that moment when Jay had turned its body the right way around after stitching it together.

There was no fleeting memories, no jumbled soul fragments just a sudden surge of power. Some of it had come from the daemon who had created it, other bits came from the fabric, the thread, the needle. Meddal had a vague sense that there had been something there before, an undefined spirit but now it was here in its body and none of that mattered. It was Meddal, it would serve Graezzit he’d created him so he owed him service. The knowledge that had been instilled in it at its creation was also appealing, what Graezzit wanted was going to be fun!

“Oh cool I can daydream,” it murmured to itself then grinned, “That’s new… awesome! Let’s see…” Meddal started looking around the room for something else to do when the door opened and Graezzit walked back in.

Trailing along behind the daemon that had created it was a blue and white furred fox. He had no clothing on, no discernable gender but had a black collar around his neck with three fang like protuberances pressing into its throat. Appraising that collar Meddal could see the enchantments and magic woven into its fabric, it was a fascinating blend of longevity, sustainability, enslavement, entrapment and a host of others.

“Oh neat,” Meddal said, “I can see magic in things, that’s useful.”

“So can I, so I expect you can thank me for that, too.” Graezzit replied, pushing the fox forward, before leaning back against the wall, “Show me what you can do with this.”

“Yes Graezzit, now then…” Meddal moved to the edge of the bench then stopped, “Ah… he needs to be closer.”

“Ait… Artu… whatever your name is, blue fox.” Graezzit sighed irritably, rolling his eyes, “Obey the plush kitsune as you would me.”

The fox struggled, clearly trying to resist the compulsion and geas he was under, he managed to grate out, “My name is…” before Meddal interrupted.

“Don’t talk, I don’t care if you have a name, now get over here,” the foot tall plush pointed at the space in front of the workbench and the fox walked over.

“Good, turn around, lift your tail…” the fox obeyed and without really thinking about it Meddal reached out. Its soft velvet fingers closed around the blue fluff, plastic claws catching in the fur. Once they had a firm grip Meddal tugged and the blue fox let out a gasp as his tail detached. There was no blood or gore or screaming agony just a tingle in Meddal’s paws as their power flowed into the tail and it came off. It left behind a smooth patch of empty skin where it had used to connect and instantly started to transform.

Fur lay down, growing short and velveteen, a rich blue fabric that had a deep lustrous sheen to it. Squeezing the tail Meddal smiled as they felt the length of bone that gave it rigidity and movement become a flexible core of plastic surrounded by thick foam stuffing. It was a thicker, sturdier, more solidly built tail then his own fox tail and it had buttons on the end. Humming to himself Meddal fixed it into place on the other side of their kitsune tail to the daemon’s and shivered as they started to grow.

Green and blue fabric stretched, stuffing multiplied and with a shake of their head and a rapid shrugging of shoulders the living plush swelled to about three feet tall. The visible zip that ran down their front faded into the fur until the metallic tag just below Meddal's throat was the only visible remains of the zip.

“Ooh that feels nice,” Meddal swung their arms from side to side, revelling in their expanded range of movement. Their blue furred fingers were long and had knuckles now and its new claws were plastic. Bending their knees Meddal laughed and wiggled the toes they now had and reached up to feel over its face, the button eyes were gone. Meddal had solid plastic eyes now and eyelids, so it blinked just for the novelty though it didn’t close off their vision as it didn’t really use them to see.

“Well, you got bigger, so I suppose that’s an improvement.” Graezzit commented in an amused tone. ”It’s going to be hard guarding the keep as a tiny toy people can kick aside.”

“Patience creator,” Meddal said and moved along the workbench and started to gather up fabric and stuffing, “Now I have three tails I can get to work… in time I’ll make a whole bunch so I have plenty at hand but for now.

Settling down, needle and thread darting back and forth Meddal swiftly sewed two scraps of fabric together. It didn’t cut the fabric so much as shape it, fingers sliding up and down the cloth to mould it into the pattern they wanted.

After a couple minutes, Graezzit moved over to the blue fox whilst the plush worked and asked. “What are you doing there, anyway? You’re taking a long time to finish it”

“Sorry for the wait, Graezzit, I’m finished now!” Meddal walked over and lifted up the tail they’d just shaped out of scraps. Leaning forward the three foot tall kitsune pressed the lizard tail against the blue fox’s rump. It sealed into place and immediately began to spread, fabric, plush, stuffing, stitching all beginning to expand and replace the fox’s natural organic nature.

The fabric was somewhat waxy looking and made up of trillions of overlapping sequins sewn into the cloth to form a shimmering emerald green scale pattern.The sequins on the upper side where thick and wide whilst those on the underside were smaller, forming an almost indistinguishable layer of light green, almost yellow scales. As the fabric spread the fox’s slender, humanoid hips and knees spread, thickened and shifted to muscular looking bestial feet with massive plastic clawed talons on its new feet.

As the changes spread up their torso they continue to grow, bulking up with padding and a thick reptilian cant to their body. It soon reached their shoulders and started to eradicate blue furred flesh arms and replace them with scaled, clawed killing appendages. It's head was the last to change, their collar spreading to accommodate their new thick neck as the worried, nay terrified expression on their vulpine face swiftly became an isolated hold out amidst a sea of shimmering plastic scales and fabric.

“Bye,” Meddal crooned gleefully as the fox's ears were smoothed out, little plastic horns forming a new ridge atop his skull. His muzzle twisted up and then smoothed out as the fabric took him. His eyes sunk into his head as two blank glass beads and as his nose was replaced by a reptilian snout the kitsune beckoned.

“Lean down,” Meddal reached up and wriggled their sharp little plastic claws into the thread that made the lizards mouth. Unpicking the tiny knot deftly Meddal extracted the line of black rubber coated thread and used its powers to smooth out the lizards muzzle. What was left was a smooth blank featureless green face with no definition or hint of a mouth, just the stitching for nostrils.

“Perfect, now turn and salute Graezzit,” Meddal ordered and the giant, seven foot tall lizard plush turned and raised its right hand to salute the daemon.

Graezzit raised his eyebrows, looking dubious. “I’m not sure that a plush with no extra magical abilities is going to be useful against someone with a weapon, regardless of how big they are.”

“Well let’s send it after someone, you’ll see what it can do, what about the mage living in the store closest on sub level three?”

“What?”

Meddal turned to look up at his creator, “There is a mage, he’s been hiding out on sub level three preparing to assault you. But he’s stuck on how to get past the room with the basilisk in it.”

Graezzit frowned and leaned forward, “How do you know that?”

Meddal smiled his winsome smile up at Graezzit, “You built me to defend your keep and home. I can feel the tower,” he took a step back and pressed a plush hand to the stone wall, “I don’t know how but I can feel the tower, you built me to protect it so I can feel through things through the stone.”

“Useful,” Graezzit rubbed his chin then looked back at the green and yellow raptor, “You… go to sub level three, subdue the mage hiding in the store room down there.”

The large plush lizard that had until a few minutes ago been a fox turned and walked out of the room. Graezzit then reached down and picked Meddal up, carrying the plush toward another bench in the work room.

The daemon soon stopped, looking down at the plush kitsune with an expression of distaste. “No, no. I can’t carry you around everywhere, it will ruin my image.”

Meddal just grinned up at him “I can walk myself you know.”

Graezzit sighed. “Maybe, but you are very short. How would you keep up with me?”

“Well...” Meddal said slowly, “With enough tails I would probably get big enough to keep up, but I feel this is a useful size. I need to look non-threatening to get the drop on idiots who invade your home.”

“A fair point, but I am still not convinced that golem you made is what I need, either.”

“You’ll see and it’s not a golem…” Meddal replied and Graezzit just snorted and gestured at the frame. An image of a corridor down on the sub level wavered into view. The large shimmering, sequin bedecked lizard plush was marching stoically down the corridor.

When it reached the door to the storeroom it hammered on it twice with a fist before the wood cracked. Another strike and the door splintered and a gout of orange flame spewed out of the door. The large living plush was engulfed in the flames and Meddal clapped his paws together delightedly as the flames splashed over the hardened plastic scales.

“That’s more sturdy than I was expecting it to be. What did you make it from?” Graezzit asked, a hint of wonder in his voice as the giant plush waded into the room and picked up the flailing mage. It then proceeded to bash the mage against the wall until it went limp.

“Plastic, cotton, and enchantments to give it the properties of iron.” Meddal shrugged, “It’s all quite natural but as you can see more than tough enough for your purposes.”

“That’s useful, but if you beat them unconscious or to death, they’re not very useful. I can’t play with them or make a bargain with them in that state.” the daemon turned away and regarded the plush kitsune, “It’d be better if your golems brought them to you or me to deal with.”

“I can give them instructions to do that Master,” Meddal said, eager to prove himself, bouncing from paw to paw eagerly.

Graezzit smirked softly then jerked a thumb at the lizard now dragging the mage through the corridors of the tower, “Though, I’m curious. Is it still awake in there?”

“It’s mind you mean? Oh yes, like the geas on your collars this new body needs nor has the capacity for sleep or sustenance,” Meddal shrugged, “I could wipe its mind but that seems like extra effort for no benefit.”

“So that doesn’t bother you?” Graezzit asked, glowing yellow eyes fixed on the cheerful looking kitsune on his workbench, “Leaving a sentient creature trapped like that?”

Meddal rubbed one of his ears, “Should it? I mean… I can see how it might inconvenience them, but quite frankly if they deserved freedom they’d be able to resist.”

“Well, I can’t argue with that. It seems we are of similar mind.” Graezzit murmured.

Meddal grinned, “So do I pass the test, oh creator?”

Graezzit rubbed his chin, “Yes, I think you do… I’d normally put you in one of my collars, but so far it doesn’t seem like that will be necessary. I was under the impression golems exist to serve, anyway.”

He shut down the mirror and stood back up to his full height, “I will raid the less entertaining galleries and round up some of my more boring victims and bring them to you,” Graezzit looked around the room and spread his arms, “You are going to need a workroom, so you can keep this one. I have no need of it.”

Meddal smiled, “Anywhere is fine, preferably light and airy oh and fabric, I need fabric.”

“I think I have a room full of discarded clothes, armour and other mortal nonsense,” Graezzit shrugged, “I’ll show you were it is later.”

Meddal nodded and bowed. “Keep me stocked with plenty of different species so I can experiment with new tails and I’ll keep churning out guards and traps and other entertainments for your big old mortal trap.”

With that, Meddal hopped off the workbench and settled in to follow Graezzit. The kitsune's three tails swayed from side to side on the floor behind him. It was going to be interesting learning what this “Life” business was all about he'd have to experiment to see just exactly what it could do.

Dragon Heist: Prologue

Rufellen

A new story I am writing alongside my friend :kaed kaed

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