Vainqueur the Dragon

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Not as hot as me,” Vainqueur rolled his eyes at his chief of staff’s naivety. “You are too easily impressed, minion. My breath burns brighter than the sun. You have seen it. Of course, she would be lukewarm in comparison.” Each blow tore off part of the machine’s armor, revealing nuts, bolts, and shining symbols beneath the armor.

Minions?” Understanding the dragon would let him live so long as he answered, manling Victor spoke. “I had a party once, but it didn’t work out. Like I was the only professional with ambition beyond petty theft.”

Victor Dalton

So begins the player's servitude to the (self-professed) greatest calamity of the age and his sudden lust to become the ruler of all that he can (and can't yet) see. What begins with the Dragon and Victor forming an adventuring party soon leads to burnt lands, warring nations and an empire of werewolves, demons and the undead. RPG Mechanics 'Verse: The story starts when Vainqueur realizes his world follows these rules, including gaining a class of his own. In a difference from the norm, Outremonde didn't use to be an RPG Mechanics 'Verse and only became that way after the god, Dice, altered reality. A mere excuse to hide their duplicity!” Vainqueur illuminated his minion’s mind, dispelling his idealistic delusions. “They must be stealing as much gold as they can before they escape! We must find them!” Of course not!” the manling replied, and it didn’t sound like a bluff, “Monsters are goblins or trolls or… or...” He would simply turn himself to gold after doing the same with his empire, becoming part of this grandiose hoard of El Dorado. He would stay the richest dragon forever until the sun died out in the sky!

The gold statue of Chocolatine, still holding the treacherous Felix in her arms, and that greedy look still on her face. Villainous Friendship: As the story goes on, Victor starts to like the dragon who forced him into being a minion. Have you ever wanted to take levels in ‘evil’ classes, without being oppressed by self-righteous adventurers? Have you ever dreamed of delving into forbidden knowledge without being judged? To rub shoulders with fellow social climbers who understand your ambitions? Or perhaps you have followed a seminar on dictatorship, and you want to learn more about peasant oppression? Then seek no more! He had activated the Blinkblink ring, turning invisible to catch them in the act of stealing. For the dragon knew, deep in his heart, that they were busy pilfering his treasure. Greed: The plot is propelled by Vainqueur realizing that the new class system means that he can get more money by going on adventures.Vainqueur Knightsbane is your average red dragon: a giant, fire-breathing lizard who loves to take a nap on his hoard of stolen gold, kidnap princesses for fun, and make the life of adventurers miserable. Vainqueur’s only pleasure in life is to watch his treasure get bigger, one coin at a time. Or dragons?” Vainqueur finished the sentence, amused. Well, if that ‘perk’ worked on that damn, arrogant frost dragon Icefang in the northern lands, he might just triple the size of his hoard. The dragon narrowed his head until it was within an inch of the thief, who tried to present a strong face. “Take off your hood and cloak, manling, slowly. Look me in the eye.” Who else but a dragon, Friend Victor?” Vainqueur grumbled. He glanced at the axe in his hand, before casually tossing it away. “A dragon-chief of staff bond of trust is unbreakable.” Vainqueur Knightsbane is your average dragon: a giant, fire-breathing lizard who loves to take naps on his golden hoard, kidnap princesses for fun, and make the life of adventurers miserable. Vainqueur's only pleasure in life is to watch his treasure get bigger, one coin at a time.

Those moronic cowards, fleeing the very second I take a nap?” Vainqueur cursed in dragonian, the manling unable to understand the brilliant elder tongue. The dragon deigned to return to the creature’s primitive language. “Do you have minions, manling Victor?” Manling Victor fell silent, crushed by his shame. Finally, he understood that in failing to keep the monstrous lich imprisoned, all the countless atrocities the goldslayer would commit shall be on his head. The LitRPG side is consistently present, but this isn’t a crunchy book by any means. Levels and classes are where it’s at. But those are really more for opening storytelling doors. VERY soft magic system would be a good way to think of it.

Yes, but I mostly took it for the challenge,” the manling admitted. “I thought I would gain a few levels out of it. Maybe even a special Perk from the climbing.” The dragon’s shiny-ing activated, making him suspicious of his chief of staff’s strange behavior. He had been acting shifty for the past hour, and it bothered Vainqueur. The Dragon: Ironically, Victor serves as the second in command to a dragon. He gradually accepts his role. Vainqueur could smell their treachery. They all lusted for his hard-worn gold. “Minions, get out!” the dragon called from outside the pyramid, crushing the statue of the vile Furibon underfoot. “Minions! Minions!”

The minion glanced at the feast, then at the count, noticing sweat over his forehead. “No, no, I cannot share Your Majesty’s meal,” Victor replied. “It’s all yours.” After a few minutes of firebombing the land, Vainqueur finished remaking the Woods of Gevaudan into a nice, smoking hellscape. “There, troll problem solved!” Vainqueur said, happy with himself. “All we need is to claim the reward now!”

Vainqueur is the story of a powerful, wildly vain, and surprisingly clueless dragon named Vainqueur who learns his world was ALWAYS an RPG world. He, like all other dragons, was just too far up his own ass to notice. When a thief named Victor carelessly spills the beans while trying to rob his horde, Vainqueur gains a class and realizes he can rake in the gold as an adventurer. He press gangs Victor into being his “minion” and sets out to get rich and settle an old score. A long, crimson and golden cape appeared out of the golem’s remains, a royal mantle for Vainqueur to wear. Vainqueur entertained these shiny thoughts for the entire trip, as his favored minion led them to a new golden pyramid, albeit one different from the others in architecture. The statues represented giant insects, and the stairs circled the pyramid towards the top like a coiled worm. The traitors! Tasty Malfy, Untasty Allison, they are traitors and thieves! I can feel it in my bones!” The very thought infuriated him. “But you… not you, my chief of staff. You are the only one I can trust. Because you worship me more than anything. You still love me, right?”