Pallid Imp/Stories
Quotes
- When Entering Dragon's Roost
- Come again, have you? You tempt fate.
- What business have you with the prince of twilight?
- The moonlight sings its beautiful song tonight.
- After Receiving a Gift
- Here—a fragment of my very soul.
- This is an implement of dark and forbidden energies. See that you handle it with care.
- After Bond Level Increase
- I feel as if I know you from some dark and murky past, yet the memories elude me.
- I knew you in a past life. Our bond transcends the mortal veil.
- Idle After Bond Level 1
- I will drag all who stand before you into the netherworld's dark.
- I have never known peace such as I've found here.
- The prince of a fallen land, inheritor of the blood of dragons... Ah, but it is a classic tale!
- Idle After Bond Level 10
- I like to close my eyes and reflect upon the past in silence. It's often the only respite I have left.
- Come and speak with me. Tales of the past will ease the pain.
- This castle's denizens are linked by bonds forged in lives long past.
- Idle After Bond Level 20
- So you're a prince as well, are you? It seems we share the same fate.
- In meeting you, I have at long last found a place where I can truly be myself.
- It DOES get tiring coming up with impressive things to say every day.
Dragon Story Episodes
The Prince of Twilight
In a village on the edge of Grastaea
lived two friends: a boy and a young
dragon. Their heroes were Alberia's
royal family and the dragons to
whom they were pactbound.
The young dragon, a daydreamer
with a tendency to show off, told the
boy countless fantasies—among
them a tale that he was known as
the "prince of twilight."
...And that he was part of an
immortal cursed dragon's soul,
reborn from eternal darkness.
...And that Grastaea would be
plunged into chaos when his true
power awoke, which is why he'd
been trapped in a small body in
order to suppress his abilities.
Impressed by the young dragon's
stories, the boy started to dream up
a fitting legend for himself.
Using an iron pot for a crown,
he claimed to be a reincarnation of
Alberius the Founder—which meant
he and his dragon friend had been
inseparable even in their past lives.
They passed the days playing heroes
in a secret fort they had built deep in
the mountains.
The boy and the dragon told their
stories to the villagers, who listened
with patient smiles on their faces.
They were charmed by the children's
silly make-believe.
Travelers who happened to overhear,
however, took it differently. Half
convinced by what they heard, they
brought rumors of the boy and the
dragon to neighboring towns.
An empty throne had recently caused
concern over the dynasty's collapse,
and rumors of the last king's
illegitimate children launched people
into a frenzied search for his heir.
Many claimed to be the king's
illegitimate child, of course—but
there was only one with a dragon.
A nefarious group of kidnappers set
their sights on the boy. They didn't
care about the royal bloodline—only
that they could ransom him for a
handsome sum.
And so the kidnappers came to the
village. The boy and the dragon,
lost in their daydreams of heroism,
had no reason to suspect they were
in great danger.
Having heard rumors of the boy with
a dragon, a group of kidnappers
came to the village. They found their
secret fort at once and made off
with the child.
The young dragon came flying at the
sound of the boy's pathetic cries.
"Get your filthy hands off of him!"
he cried as courage flowed through
his veins.
"Oy, I never seen a dragon before!"
snarled one of the kidnappers.
"Didn't know they were so tiny.
And look how it's shakin'! Ya
scared'a humans, little dragon?"
The dragon was, in truth, terrified,
but he swallowed his fear and said,
"Only fools dare set foot into the
prince of twilight's domain."
"I am the cursed dragon reborn.
I can call forth an army of undead
with but a word."
"They eat the souls of the living!
They'll bang their swords against
their shields and grin their skeletal
sneer as they bring you back to the
underworld as trophies!"
"Cor!" cried a thug. "Y-Yer bluffin'!"
"Am I?" replied the dragon.
The dragon and the kidnappers
locked gazes. Then one of the
kidnappers stepped on the
royal crown—the iron pot—as it
lay upon the ground.
CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!
The kidnappers jumped into the air
at the cacophony, then skittered
away like the rats they were.
Out from the cart they'd left behind
came all the other children they had
stolen, who shouted and whooped
for joy. They were free!
And that is how the boy and the
dragon became real-life heroes.