You want to call yourself a Wyrmslayer? I can teach you, if you've wits enough to learn.
- Tell me about Wyrmslayers.
So you would be a Wyrmslayer. Are you daft, then, thinking you can take a Drake in its lair? Fighting a wyrm isn't like fighting a man, or even a beast. Aye, you look like you know how to wield a sword, but what will you do when the Drake breathes at ye? Or, even if he don't, once you're in that cave the stench of him'll hit you, burning your eyes and throat. You'll be left blind, and inside a minute you'll fall in a swoon, and he'll have you. Haven't thought this through, I see. There's easier ways to win glory than fightin' Drakes, but there's no easier way to die.
I suppose not. So what will you do then? Charge right at the thing, howling for Glory? You're a fool. Only a fool seeks certain death, even in this Age. Each time you die, a piece of your soul never comes back, even though your flesh will.
Stop calling them Dragons, you fool. The things that ravage the wastes these days are naught but Drakes, two, three thousand years from their eggs. They're just striplings, mere hatchlings of their kind. They're all I've ever heard tell of, and all I've ever seen. Real Dragons, the Terrors you hear of in legend, they're all dead, or all sleeping in the heart of the World. I hope to never meet one. The Elves sing of The Dragon, Terror of Terrors, who nearly wrecked the World and was so fierce even the All-Father couldn't kill it. The thing you'll face in desert, waste, or bog is no Dragon. Though he be a hundred feet long, he's nothing but a babe. Even so, he's still death itself.
See this necklace? They're Drake's teeth, and I pulled every one of 'em myself. Twenty teeth, one for each of the beasts I've killed. I am a Wyrmslayer, and I've been hunting the most dangerous beasts in the World since well before you were born. Still game for the hunt? You'll never make it! Just look at yourself. You've only got a sword. Even if it can pierce Ol' Scaly's hide, which no normal iron can, you've got no range with it. You get inside the reach of his arms or neck, and you'll be dead before you've time to scream. To kill a Drake you need a good long spear, like this one. You also need to know where his weak spots are, where a spear point will hurt him or kill him. You'll also need protection. I know how to make the ointments that'll hold off his flames, and a mixture that will bear me through his stench unharmed. Also, I know enough to wear light armor. Against those claws even the richest plate mail makes no difference. If you can't move quick and leap to avoid his claws, you've got no hope at all. I know all the tricks to Dragon killing. Galen Balandwyr, first and greatest of the Wymslayers, taught them to me himself.
Why do I hunt Drakes! Not for the same reasons you want to. I was a man of forty when Cambruin was crowned, a seasoned soldier. I rode with his Champions to battle, and I was at Keirhaven on the day of the Turning. I was wounded in that battle, almost died. Now I'll likely never get the chance. In all the years since, I've spent two lifetimes or more in battle, and I've killed just about every manner of beast or man that walks in the World. Drakes, they're the only sport left for an old man like me. There's another reason, too - I had a wife and children once, but the Elves took them from me in the War of Tears. I've heard tell that it was Dragon's Blood that was at the root of the Turning, Who knows? Perhaps one day I'll slip, and the Drake will take me, and I'll get to see my family again, even for just a moment. Or perhaps I won't. How should I know? I'm no priest.
So, you want to call yourself a Wyrmslayer? I can teach you, if you've wits enough to learn.
Start by watching. And make sure you stay well back.
- How do I become a Wyrmslayer?
Thirsty to hunt Drakes, are ye? Well, best to get yer feet wet first -- there's a cousin to the Drakelings that needs killing. He's no Drake at all – only a Wyvern. The Centaurs of the Plains call him Grimtooth. He's smaller than a Drake, but still deadly, and he can fly as well. Take him, and you'll be ready.
Or if you have little patience, then I can tell ye of two Drakes, Bolthorn the Rime Drake, born to ice, and Agrathor, as Black a fiend as any fen has seen. Both these Drakes have earned their deaths -- kill them and you may join out order.
- Train discipline: Wyrmslayer
- Done
ワイアームスレイヤーを名乗りたいのか。おまえに学ぶための機知があるなら、わたしは教えられる。
ワイアームスレイヤーについて話してください。
どうすればワイアームスレイヤーになれますか。
どうしてもドレイクを狩りたいのだろう。そうなら、足元を濡らすことが最適だ。殺されるべき存在として、ドレイク類の近縁種がいる。その敵はドレイクではなく、ワイヴァーンにすぎない。
平原のケンタウロスたちは、この敵をグリムトゥースと呼んでいる。グリムトゥースはドレイクよりも小さいが、それでも危険であり、飛ぶことができる。グリムトゥースを始末すれば、おまえは準備が整う。
おまえに忍耐力がないのなら、二匹のドレイクについて話そう。氷から生まれた霜竜ボルソルンと、あらゆる沼沢地のように黒い黒竜こと、アグラソルだ。この二匹のドレイクは死に値する。どれかを殺せば、おまえは、わたしたちの団体に参加できるだろう。
分野の訓練を行う：ワイアームスレイヤー
終了
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用語一覧
あ：アグラソル（Agrathor）
け：ケンタウロス（Centaur）
く：グリムトゥース（Grimtooth）
こ：黒竜（Black）
と：ドレイク（Drake）、ドレイク類（Drakelings）
へ：平原（Plain）
ほ：ボルソルン［霜竜］（Bolthorn the Rime Drake）
わ：ワイアームスレイヤー（Wyrmslayer）、ワイヴァーン（Wyvern）
