Waiting for the trans character from DIE comic.

Went from Drew to Delamain

My mental image is a kind of horrific blend of centipede and Ent, with a centaur-style upper body, four humanoid arms and a face like a spider.

Needless to say.. their enemies are not ready for what they're going to face :P

"Now get inside me", he shouted and suddenly the piece swapped genres.

Bro became on-board AI

Exactly

"Conner.., what are you doing? What, no! Conner don't eat the kitchen!"

“You could trade the princess for your mother?” Elia suggested.

She was just a little too still for Garret’s liking. He shook his head slowly.

“Um… I don’t really believe in, y’know, owning or trading people?” He guessed. He hated how his nerves slipped into his voice, but this seemed to sate the dragon girl even if only momentarily and she leaned back, using her tail like an impromptu stool.

“Two guards escorted me here and put me in a rowboat. I didn’t really expect to survive getting into the castle, from the shore you can’t even see a way in.” His voice was calm and resigned now.

Elia seemed more curious than angry now.

“We’ll now that you’re here and you’ve found me, what do you suggest?” She asked.

Garret shrugged. He hadn’t given this part any thought at all. His shrug seemed to annoy her though, and her forked tongue flicked out into the air while her eyes narrowed.

“I could tell the king the princess is long gone but the dragon lingers, sleeping?” He suggested quickly.

“A lie.” She hissed, “the title passed to me.”

“Well what do you suggest?” He asked, sounding braver than he felt.

“I could eat you, as I did the others.” She suggested, her gaze unwavering.

“The others were greedy.” Garret rushed, a guess at best.

“That’s true. They deserved what came. You are just unfortunate.” She said.

She stood and paced around her gold pile, using her tail to brush the coins back toward the centre of it.

“What is your name?” She asked.

“Garret.” He managed. He pulled off his coat and wiped the sweat from his brow. “The problem I have, Garret, is that while you do not deserve to die, I cannot let you go. There is nothing you could say to sate the curiosity of the mortals. They would come in droves if they knew one survived it.”

“I could say-“ Garret interrupted, a sharp look from Elia silencing him momentarily. “I could say nothing, sneak ashore and run far, far away and never speak of it.”

“You could.” Elia agreed, finishing sweeping up her coins, “But the other problem I have here Garret is that one can only eat so much fish, and it has been quite some time since a human ventured here.”

“It does not sound like a pleasant life.” Garret said, unsure where he had even begun to form that thought. He lurched from sentence to sentence, each one so far a desperate bid for his life. That gave Elia pause.

“And lonely.” Garret added, his mouth dry.

“What other life is there?” Elia asked.

Garret quickly dismissed the idea of bargaining with meat. He could promise to bring her cattle and sheep and chickens, it would never be enough.

“We could kill the king.” He offered. “You could claim his vaults for your home?”

“And you would rule?” Elia snorted.

Garret shook his head. “I don’t care who rules. I just want to live.”

Elia snorted again. “Of course you do.” She said condescendingly. “You want to live your tiny eighty year life.”

“I do.” He said.

“I supposed you want your mother and sister to live too?” She asked.

“That… would be nice.”

“No promises.” The dragon smiled.

Somehow, this was the most terrifying thing she had done so far. “So.” She said. “What must we do to kill the king?”

Garret’s pride died on his lips as he burst through the tower door. He had expected a petite creature, blonde silken hair and sky blue eyes. ‘I have come!’ He planned to say, ‘the dragon is slain!’

But the cobwebs and thick dust stopped him. Had anyone ever lived here? He cast his mind back through the great halls and winding corridors he had traversed to get here. Was he in the right place?

He quickly paced over to the window and threw it open, leaning out in an attempt to get his bearings. This was definitely the largest of the three towers, the others were so small he doubted they would make for comfortable quarters. Still, the instructions were very clear. A blonde haired blue eyed princess named Avera, locked in the ‘highest’ tower of Seaworth Castle. An ancient, crumbling ruin perched on sea stone, surrounded by treacherous and ever changing ocean, corals and stones. Just getting into the castle was a feat all it’s own.

Garret scanned the edges of the water for signs of a tower that might have been reclaimed by the ocean but could see nothing. He pulled back into the room and scanned it. A bed, desk, small privacy, a stove fireplace with water purification system neatly sat on top. He opened the closet and found dressed, he searched the desk and found papers, ink, quills and jewellery. Beneath the bed a pair of satin slippers. This definitely seemed like it should be the right place.

There was nothing for it but to begin searching the castle room by room. He crept back down the creaking stairs. He hadn’t found the promised guardian dragon yet and he was hoping not to. With any luck, the beast was sleeping in his hoards of gold in the main hall and he would stay that way.

And he was in luck, because if there was a dragon, he had not woken it. Yet now with every single room searched, Garret knew he was going to have to peak in at the creature because he had not found a single sign of the Princess Avera.

He gazed around in hope of a sign - any sign - of life elsewhere in the castle. There were tracks in the dust through all the main passages of the castle and in a handful of rooms, but none of the beds were used and the prints were a similar size to his own, other knights and lords searching the castle for the princess.

He stayed himself at the door and decided to just quickly check the tide first. If it was still out they would have time to escape, if not he would need to camp out somewhere safe, quietly until the tide went back out before risking waking a dragon. If anything, it had receded further than he thought it could.

The door, mercifully, did not creak. The room was surprisingly well lit, with huge windows running down either side of massive doors Garret imagined were to let the dragon in and out. But this room too was covered in dust, untouched. The pile of gold at the centre of the hall was certainly not large enough to hide a dragon, and he didn’t know of any dragon that left his gold unattended and dirty. He sighed heavily. So that was that, then, the castle was empty. A wild goose chase meant to keep greedy young lords busy. How many had died simply trying to get into or out of the castle?

He walked toward the pile and picked up a single piece of gold, examining it. It certainly was real gold. How many had come before him and left with full pockets, only to lose it to the ocean? He tossed it back on the pile and sat down, head in his hands. He would wait until the tide went back out in a day or two to attempt his journey home, and in the meantime would utilise what little fishing gear he had discovered searching the castle to feed himself.

Something did nag at him though. If there was never a princess or a dragon, why go to the trouble of leaving personal items in a singular tower? Why leave a small pile of gold for would be heros? Why had none returned to speak of it?

He got up and went to the window by the great wooden door and gazed out of it. A stone landing, and then nothing but ocean. He tried to push the door open, but it was too heavy for him alone. He contemplated sitting again to think about this all more earnestly, but even with no sign of a dragon anywhere he didn’t much feel like sitting on a pile of once dragon gold.

The wooden ceiling above him creaked with age. He gazed up, finding quickly something gazing back through a gap in the slats there. He gasped and his hand went to the hilt of his blade, but it was all he had time to do before the creature was on him.

How had she reached him so quickly?

She pressed him against the thick wooden door with giant, human like hands that ended in the brutal claws of a dragon. Scales rippled over her jaw, shoulders, hips and knees. She stood like a human, with huge wings flaring from her back. She stood tall as a house, her tail whipping like that of an annoyed cat behind her. She snarled at him with sharp, pointed teeth, uncanny in a human face. Her blue eyes looked furious.

“P… Princess?” He managed to gasp.

She dropped him.

“Another one then.” She hissed. Her tongue was forked.

He coughed and scrambled to his feet. She was so eerily beautiful, something between human and dragon, he felt compelled to be near her.

“Sorry uh… the king… sent me?”

The dragon girl did not look impressed.

“I don’t want your gold, if that matters…” he trailed off.

She still did not seem impressed, but her tail settled into something of a more gentle sway than the casual whipping.

Garret decided to forge ahead. She may have been beautiful, but his skin crawled all the same. She was at the very least still part beast, and powerful at that.

“My mother was sick.” He said in a rush, “and she went to the king and he saved her on account of he wanted to have my sister for his harem, my mother didn’t agree but my sister did and in any case that meant they were both saved only the king didn’t let my mother go on account of, uh…” Garret stumbled over his words as the dragon’s steely blue eyes watched him, unblinking, “ on account of that giving him a certain amount of leverage, and, uh…”

“So he used your mother to convince you to come get the princess.” The dragon stated.

“Yes, uh… Are you Avera?”

The dragon snorted. “Her daughter, Elia.”

“Nice to meet… you?” Garret ventured.

“I wish I could say the same.” Elia said, her tail whipping again.

“Sorry, did I do something? I uh, I put the gold coin back.”

“Yes I saw.” Elia said coldly. “Finish telling your story.”

“Well he just said he would kill my mother if I didn’t come here.” Garret finished with a hapless shrug. “I didn’t really have much of a plan.”

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I did not get it

The girl's a creep!

Whelp, he went insane, not that I blame him XD

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Oooh, that’s so dope! Imagine a world where super powers are inherited through wills. You could have families fight over the will, to get more power, or a better power. People murdering loved ones, because they want to inherit super powers.

It’s cool!

If you don't stop saying you're not evil

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''I didn't do it. But if they want a villain, I will give them one.''

I can hear the Leitmotiv!

...And that's when I bought the horse a prostitute!

Good story, but seemed rushed near the end.