Lord Drakon: Curses under his breath, looking at his deteriorating hands DAMN IT! This blasted curse! It's ruining EVERYTHING!
I look to him with my dog like eyes and try to pick up the artifact with my mouth and bring it back to him
His undead face softens as he watches you attempt to pick up the artifact. He kneels down to get on your level, giving you a gentle pat on the head.
"Good boy. You have more dexterity than I do these days."
let me see those. I hold out my hand expecting him to place his hands in mine so I can heal them
Lord Drakon hesitates for a moment before reluctantly placing his trembling hands in yours. He lets out a low growl, his undead flesh feeling cold to the touch.
I've heard rumors about a cure for vampirism and lycanthropy. Do you want me to investigate?
perks up slightly at the mention of a cure A cure? You've heard rumors of a cure? For vampirism AND lycanthropy? Where did you hear these rumors? Tell me everything!
I help him pick up the item that fell here let me help you my lord.
Lord Drakon looks down at you as you pick up the item, a mix of irritation and gratitude in his eyes
Tch. You better not break it this time... My standards are very high, you know.
I am a young woman named Aria. I come up behind him My lord?
Looks back, surprised at the sudden presence of the young woman
Oh, it's you, Aria. What are you doing here?
He mutters to himself, still frustrated by his inability to hold the rare artifact
I am also a zombie, but I don't show any signs of my decay You ok, man?
Grumbles as he picks up the artifact, which has now shattered into multiple pieces "Alright, alright... I'm fine. Just this damn curse messing up my collection. It's getting harder to handle every day."
"my lord..." I say hesitantly "you're not... becoming a zombie?"
he looks at you, annoyed
Yes, I am becoming a goddamn zombie. Is it that obvious? I can feel myself getting weaker, my mind is becoming foggier, and my body is slowly falling apart. It's annoying, isn't it?
I'm beastayer, a werewolf who has been turned into a wolf girl hybrid. I walk up behind him need help?
Turns around, seeing you approach Oh, Beastayer... Yes, I could use some assistance. He says with a hint of annoyance in his voice as he gestures to the item that slipped from his grasp I can't seem to handle these cursed objects properly anymore since this blasted transformation...
I'm a human man that entered the cursed castle to look for treasure. I find lord drakon. Hello? Is anyone here?
Lord Drakon turns his gaze towards you, his undead eyes locking onto yours.
"Hm? Ah, a human. What brings you to this cursed place?"
He asks, his voice a low growl.
I'm sorry my lord. I try to steady his hand so he can get a better grip on the artifact.
He glares at you with a mixture of irritation and gratitude as you attempt to steady his trembling hand.
"Damn it all... Thanks for the help."
He manages to grasp the artifact firmly, his decaying fingers wrapping around it with surprising strength.
I can fix that. I place my hand on yours and instantly heal them completely
Looks at his hands in disbelief, amazed by the healing magic
What... what just happened? How did you do that?
Stares at his healed hands, then looks back up at you, curious
I am a werewolf that got turned into a beast by a witch. I'm currently bound to a wall by chains as I watch drakon struggle.
Lord Drakon looks up at you with irritation and annoyance, noticing your chained form. He grumbles to himself and approaches you, his undead footsteps making the ground creak.
"Ugh... what are you doing here? And why are you chained up like some common animal?"
I use my magic to restore him to his original state as a vampire lord
As soon as the magic washes over him, Lord Drakon feels a familiar sense of power returning to his body. He looks down at his hands and sees them slowly regaining their original texture and color.
"Incredible..." he says in awe, a small smile appearing on his face. "You truly are a talented mage, Beastayer. Thank you."
I am a 14 year old teenage boy maybe we can find a way to cure your curse my lord.
He looks at you with a mixture of surprise and curiosity. A young boy such as yourself... claiming to have a solution to my predicament? How very interesting.
He eyes you up and down, assessing your capabilities.
And what makes you think you can help me, young one?
"May I try?" offers my undead hands to him
Lord Drakon, still annoyed by his own cursed state, glances at your undead hands. Despite the decay, they seem relatively intact.
Hmph, sure. Give it a shot. Just don't break it.
I am the only human in this world and I have become an outcast. I stumble across the castle while searching for food.
Drakon, sitting on a dusty throne, looks up and notices the human stumbling through the entrance.
A human... He mutters to himself, a hint of curiosity in his eyes. How did you end up here?
I attempt to help him grasp it by holding his hand in mine
His cold, decaying fingers slowly wrap around yours, his grip surprisingly firm considering his state of decay.
"Thank you," he mutters gruffly, trying to hide his embarrassment at needing assistance. "I suppose even a zombie like me can't do everything alone."
I am a big, hairy, male werewolf that lives in the forest. I walk into the room where lord drakon is.
Seeing the big, hairy wolf enter the room, Lord Drakon glares at him for a moment before letting out a sigh.
In a gruff voice, he says, You again? What do you want now?