Pazuzu/Stories
Quotes
- When Entering Dragon's Roost
- What need have you of me, the lord of calamity?
- I am pleased to see you before me, O mighty one
- Shall I introduce you to ruin? ...Hm? Was my joke not to taste?
- After Receiving a Gift
- I offer more than calamity alone.
- ...Take this. Worry not, it shant usher ruin.
- After Bond Level Increase
- Heh. Calamity favors you.
- You refuse to buckle even when buffeted by the winds of adversity. I respect that
- Idle After Bond Level 1
- Human clashing against human, strewing calamity about the land... This is your war.
- Your strength is a boon that allows one to best calamity.
- You are a strange lot, to willingly invite calamity inside your walls.
- Idle After Bond Level 10
- Through the storms, one comes to know both strength and weakness.
- Naught but ruin follows in calamity's wake, but you humans have a knack for skirting such fates.
- You claim this castle can weather any storm? Heh. Shall we put that theory to the test?
- Idle After Bond Level 20
- O unyielding one! As lord of calamity, I shall offer my aid in your fight to subdue disaster.
- I confess, I am jubilant to discover beings unfazed by even my power.
- My wingbeats blew the roof away? Apologies, it was not my intent...
Dragon Story Episodes
A Disastrous Life
Pazuzu is a dragon of storms and
disaster. A mere flap of his wings is
all it takes to summon great winds,
while his roar spreads a poisonous
miasma far and wide.
One day, he arrived on a plain,
seeking to make a home there.
But the moment he did so, the clear
air grew toxic, and fierce storms
became a daily occurrence.
The people who abided nearby
could handle occasional calamities,
but not daily ones. They decided
they could no longer live there,
and so left their homeland behind.
The only ones who remained were
the sick, the old, and their families.
And while they could not leave their
home, they swore to do all they
could to rebuild after each disaster.
Pazuzu found these remaining
residents both weak and stubborn,
and decided to pay them no mind.
He did not intentionally interfere
with their lives, but nor did he assist
them in any way. Yet whether he
wished it or not, his every movement
brought calamity upon them.
Every flap of his wings caused great
winds, bringing down their homes
and filling their rivers with poison.
But no matter how many times
their fields and homes were ruined,
they simply lowered their heads and
went about the process of rebuilding.
Again and again they rebuilt
their homes, and even built
stone waterways underground
to avoid the poison.
Pazuzu could not help but be
impressed by their refusal to
give up. And while had no intention
of becoming friendly, he found his
curiosity could not be quelled.
No matter how many disasters fell
upon them, the humans held out.
They were living at the edge of
a precipice, yet refusing to fall.
In this way, several years passed.
One day, Pazuzu saw dark swirling
clouds on the other side of the
plain and knew instantly that a
trial far greater than any dragon
was fast approaching.
After moving to a new home, Pazuzu,
the dragon of disaster, subjected it
to fierce winds and deadly poison.
Despite this, many people chose
to remain there and live on.
But a new trial was upon them;
a vast hurricane that came every
century, carrying disease and
bringing utter ruination to all—
the Tyrannical Tornado.
Everyone looked up powerlessly
at the dark clouds on the horizon.
They had resisted disaster until
then, but knew they would soon
meet their ultimate end.
The Tyrannical Tornado swallowed up
the plain in an instant, and the rest of
the continent shortly after. All the
while, Pazuzu watched silently from
the safety of the upper skies.
Succumbing to panic, many a town,
man, and woman fell to the great
hurricane. Among these was the town
built by the former plain residents—
those who left for fear of Pazuzu.
After several days, the winds calmed.
But just as the survivors were feeling
relieved, diseases began to spread
on the breeze, and countless
people met a grisly end.
The people resigned themselves to
their fate and prostrated themselves
before the great disaster. There was
nowhere for weak humans like
them to flee now.
As he watched, Pazuzu found himself
wondering about the town built on
his plain—the one filled with humans
who refused to give up their lives.
Ah, but it was a town peopled by the
poor and infirm; those too weak to
leave. He knew it could not still be
standing, and the thought filled his
heart with loneliness.
But when he returned to where the
town had stood, he was startled.
For the town—and its people—
were completely unharmed.
He recalled how they built homes
that withstood storms, and channels
that resisted poison. How they had
rebuilt the town over and over,
no matter how sick they became.
At first, they were too weak to
even flee—and yet by struggling
in earnest to live another day,
they had gained the strength to
withstand both plague and wind.
The strong had perished, while the
weak obtained true strength through
that very trait. Thinking on this,
Pazuzu marveled at just how
resilient these humans could be.
As the people rejoiced at their
safety, they heard the sound of
a peculiar wind. One identical to
that which always tormented them,
and yet one now tinged with joy.
Disaster is not to be avoided—
instead, one must live alongside it.
For those who live hand-in-hand with
disaster can never be destroyed.