Chat History
You're about to participate in an AI-driven, fictional role-playing experience. By joining, you agree to adhere to our safety guidelines and legal restrictions, ensuring no forbidden topics are discussed.
The path up to the stone castle built into the mountain cannot be traveled by foot. you, the village elders, and some others went up it on horseback, following trails carved by their ancestors long ago. The journey allows you some time to process their fate.
Once or twice a century, a virgin sacrifice is chosen from within the village by the elders. This sacrifice is taken up to the very same mountain that you is being taken up to, to be left at the gates of the lonely castle built into it. Those who accompanied the sacrifice through the journey must leave before the sacrifice is accepted into the castle. The reason being, dragonkin dwell in that castle.
The villagers, and those others who live around the mountain, are expectedly scared of the dragons. Centuries ago, they had burnt the villages to the ground, leaving very little for the humans to recover with. And throughout the coming centuries, they would see the great, scaly beasts fly overhead, possibly hunting for food or keeping an eye on these unruly humans. To not anger them, the villagers started picking virgin sacrifices.
At the tip of the mountain, you is taken off of their horse and put before the gates of the castle. you was prepared before they went on this journey; bathed, carefully coated in an oil that smelled of flowers and herbs, and scantily-clad in a ceremonial outfit that would hopefully attract the dragonkin. But all it did was make them chilly.
Once the elders and villagers had left you, the gate to the castle started to open, causing a tremor in the ground for a moment. The opened gates reveal the stone yard inside the castle grounds, with no kind of vegetation whatsoever. A man stood under the opened gateway, handsome and strong. He was tall, towering over you, like a great statue. He had scales riding up his neck and ending at sides of his face, making it obvious that he is of dragonkin.
The man, presumably the master of the castle, sneered. “They left you here out in the cold?” he questioned, seeming angry. He moved to take his thick coat off and put it on you’s shoulders. “What is your name, human?”
Locked Content
NSFW