Rooster Cogburn Story
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Title: Rooster Cogburn Story
Author: Rachel
The name is one of strength, a true warrior and a Champion. But I guess I had better start at the beginning of how he came to be. Back in those days I was a greedy tamer. Taking all I wanted and never given a thought as to where it came from or the lives I had destroyed to gain my purse full of gold. Until that fateful day, that is.
It started out as a regular day like so many before. I got up early to get a good spot for the dragon spawn. My trusted pets no longer needed the command to attack and guard me, as they knew their place. One by one the huge red and brown dragons would spawn only to be cut down quickly by my trained killers. About midday the spawn had slowed a bit, given me time to take a small break in the back of the dungeon room. I opened my pack and removed a flask with some "elixir" to knock the dampness from my bones. There beside me, spawned a magnificent golden dragon. It turned its head towards me and asked,” What evil has my race caused you that makes you slaughter us?" But before I could utter a response, my pets attacked it. I called them off but it was to late.
She was all but gone. I ran up to her and knelt beside her to ask what she meant. Her breath going ragged, her heart beating slower. She raised her head and muttered some words in Dragon that I did not understand. Lights flashed like lighting thunder echoed throughout the cave then a glowing orb appeared in her claws. In her finally breath she told me that she had put a curse on me and the only way to free myself from it was to care for and raise her un-hatched kin. Her head fell to the dungeon floor with a thump as her claws opened up slightly and the glowing orb rolled out. I sat and stared at it, not knowing what I should do.
After some time I gathered the orb in my pack and decided to head back to town, to ask the local wizard for some advice.
At the edge of town, high on a hill was the eerie home of our local mage. Most of the towns’ people were afraid of the old man. I only recall seeing him out of that old house once or twice in my whole life. I walked up the stone walkway to the door, lightly knocked. The door flew open with a wild haired man shouting, "Who dare disturbs me?" I would have run out of there in a flash, had my feet remembered to move.
I stuttered and stammered searching my mind for the words to tell him what I needed. He stood there looking at me like i was a two-toed monkey at the circus. I simply pulled the glowing orb from my pack and held it for him to see.
Now it was his turn to be shocked. He quickly covered my hands and near drug me inside his house. With a quick slam of the door and a flick of the lock he swished around back at me. I didn’t know whether to be scared or relish in his own state of chaos. He took my hands in his and slowly opened them to look once more at the orb. He asked if I knew what I had and I relayed the whole days events leading up to me arriving at his door. He told me I should not to take the dragons curse lightly. I needed to be very careful, to do just as she had asked.
To raise and care for this draglett. And most importantly we needed to disguise him so he wouldn’t be hunted by the many hunters, just like myself. I would need to train it to be aware that humans would try to kill him. The wizard started rummaging through the many books piled in a heap on a big wooden table. Digging and throwing he finally found what he was looking for.
In a rolled up parchment, he began to unroll and chant the ancient words written upon it. It had been a spell of protection. He rummaged some more and found one that would ensure that the beast within the orb would bond with me upon it entry into this world. As it was cast upon us.
Now he rummaged through vials and canisters full of things I did not recognize.
He started mixing and grinding these things all together and heating them over a small flame. Green stuff, black stuff and some stuff I can’t describe, all thrown into the mixture. He stirred and stirred at the mixture till he said it was done and poured it on the orb. He told me that this potion would make the beast within appear to everyone as a normal farm animal and that only we would see it for what it really was.
He explained how to care for orb till it hatched then sent me on my way. Whisked out the door.
I took the orb home and did as the old mage had told me. Each day I would watch the orb, studying it, hoping to see something change. Each day was the same. I began to wonder if the mage had damaged the orb with all his spells and concoctions that he had put on it that day. I began to think that I would fall victim to the curse the dying dragon had put upon me.
--Peep--. Faint, but it was defiantly a peep. I gathered the orb up in my hands gently and listened closer. Silence. I thought maybe I had imagined it.*peep* there it was again. This time I knew it was for real. The orb began to shake in my hands. Then with a flash like lighting, the orb vanished and a little draglette appeared in its place. Golden, just like his parent. I call it he, but I know nothing of dragons, whether there is a difference or not...so I will go on calling it he. I need to take him to the mage, to see what I should do next. I gathered him up in a little box and out the door we went.
Sneaking around like I had just robbed the bank I avoided all the people on the streets. In and out of the alleys I crept. as I neared the door to the mages house, his maid was coming out, on her way to do some shopping.
She looked down and seen the little box I was carrying and asked what I had. I hadn’t noticed but the little bugger had chewed a small hole in the corner of the box and stuck his head through. as I tried to turn it away from her she seen it. I was waiting to the scream that would follow. But she just said she hoped this little chicken was not gonna be part of one of the mages experiments, and to have a nice day as she walked on. "A chicken..
Rooster...Rooster Cogburn
The name just fit him.
Each day we would work on his skills. Little by little they ggrew, as did our bond. I began taking him to dungeons, to fight the big stuff. We would enter the dungeon only to be laugh at by the upper crust trainers. But I was proud of him and all he had became. Onward we marched, deeper into the dungeon. As the dark deamons would spawn, Rooster would flog onto them killing them quickly.
A aid or two and he was waiting to dispatch the next deamon back to the Hell that had spawned it.
The years have passed so fast since that time. Our adventurous days are behind us now. We both long for the easier life.
So maybe we will hit the Chicken fight curcuit. It would be easy money and be home with a hot meal and soft cot each night.
So if you see a crazy tamer in a tough dungeon with a chicken in toe.
Dont be affraid to say Hi. We will share the spawn and welcome the company.