High Midgardsormr/Stories
Quotes
- When Entering Dragon's Roost
- I feel a gentle breeze... Ah, it's you.
- Welcome. Rest awhile, while you are able.
- Let me tell you stories of the past. Draw close and listen.
- After Receiving a Gift
- Let me bestow the wind's blessing upon you, as master of the savage gale.
- Take this and let it feed the storm within you.
- After Bond Level Increase
- The view from your side is fine indeed.
- Let us raise a storm together and set the winds to howling!
- Idle After Bond Level 1
- Do not take our pact lightly.
- Farewells are the price paid by the undying, but meeting you has made me fear them again.
- The winds calm when I speak with you. It is...pleasant.
- Idle After Bond Level 10
- No tower of books could ever hope to rival the knowledge I possess.
- The more pleasant the wind, the faster it sails past. To keep it in place would be to kill it.
- A storm of activity whirls around you, yet you remain ever calm. You are the eye of the storm.
- Idle After Bond Level 20
- I am proud to have been the first to seal a pact with you.
- I swear to remain ever at your side, until death part us.
- You will bring a storm to this land. A king among kings!
Dragon Story Episodes
Another Storm
A peaceful breeze blows through the
castle where the lord of maelstroms
sits. Feeling nostalgic, he finds himself
reminiscing on the stormy days he'd
spent with his former master.
There was only one man that he had
ever truly accepted—King Alberius.
He had been like a storm to the
world around him, as well as to the
Windwyrm himself.
While he had never put it into words,
the Windwyrm had long wished to
remain in the storms created by him
forever. It was a desire he simply
could not control.
Their meeting had been a complete
coincidence, but it had changed the
Windwyrm's destiny forever—
eventually leading to the two of them
forming a pact.
Having forged that pact, the wyrm
swore to remain with his master for
as long as he was able and share in
both joys and hardships. But their
time together was not to be infinite.
Their parting came without warning.
One day, Alberius simply released all
of his pactbound dragons at once.
The dragons were lost. Should they
remain by their master's side and
perish with him, or do as he wished
and leave? Even the wise, long-lived
Windwyrm was unsure what to do.
Weighing his own wishes with those
of his master and companions—and
even the future of the kingdom
itself—he eventually came to a
decision.
As their master's last moments came,
the dragons were freed from their
pacts—but they were unsure what to
do. Should they stay with him and
perish, or grant his wish and leave?
They all looked to the Windwyrm for
guidance. With a glance to his
former master, he spread his wings
and flew off. And though they waited
for him to look back, he did not.
His master's will could not die here.
It needed to be passed on through
the kingdom and the ages—and the
Windwyrm was the only one who truly
knew all of it.
As such, he had a duty to live on and
preserve it in his mind, for he knew
that one day he would have to pass
it to someone else.
After seeing the Windwyrm act, the
other dragons cast aside their own
hesitations and took to the skies.
The Windwyrm continued to soar,
his gaze resolutely forward.
He had spent more time with Alberius
than anyone. And while his memories
flew past him like a storm, he
continued to look to the future
instead of the past.
That day, the sadness of the dragons
consumed all creation. Harsh gales
tore at the land, lightning rained
from the sky, and darkness spread
across the world.
But such things eventually ceased,
and a peaceful breeze began to blow
over a grateful land. As it did, the
Windwyrm recalled the day he first
met his master.
It had been the beginning of a new
era—one that was now coming to an
end. With that thought in his mind,
the Windwyrm gazed out across the
entire kingdom.
He did not know if he would ever
meet a man as befitting of the word
"storm" as Alberius was, but he swore
to begin a peaceful new life deep
in a misty forest.
Many ages passed, and once more,
the Windwyrm met a storm—one that
carried the blood of Alberius, no less.
No longer is the lord of maelstroms in
a misty forest. Now he is in a castle
filled with calm wind—the eye of the
storm. And a new age is beginning
once more...