The Whitestone Legend

To Kill A Dragon

Of all the many things Rowan Whitestone had to plan for his next kill, getting chaotic with other rogues--or mercenaries--wasn't really in his forte. Considering the fact he's an introvert, had trauma, and not very friendly to most people, Rowan was pretty surprised at the fact that working with the group Vox Machina was an achievement for 'making friends', to say the least. He was hiding with the others covered in a purple cloud of Scanlan's magic, trying to make a magical weapon sharp, and deadly enough to slice open the neck of the dragon. Where the two twin rivers meet, his master had said as a dragon razed a town nearby them. Rowan had looked at him in confusion, but she merely gave him a look, and off they went. Up until now, Rowan never knew what his master had been thinking, but now those words rang clear. The two twin rivers meet was the weakest spot of the dragon. On its neck where it's fire would come raging out to incinerate it's victim.

"Have you made the damn thing yet?" Vex hissed anxiously. Her hands twitching to let her arrows fly.

He glared at her as his bloody fingers marked some dark magic. "It's not that fucking easy to make a gun, and a dagger, elf!"

Percy knit his brows. "A gun---?

"To make a hole at the dead center of that fucking thing, then Vax here can slice some guts out. Horribly disgusting." Rowan replied.

"Ah," Percy immediately felt stupid. 

"I recognize your weapon as an effective one for long range uses, so I'm using it as a guide for making this gun thing, so don't feel stupid." He remarked as the last dark rune was made. "There! Percival, you grab the gun, and Vax---"

"INCOMIN'!" Scanlan yelled at the top of his, dive-bombing at us for cover.

Rowan muttered out a few magic words as Pike used her magic to whip out a shield of light, while his magic sort of enforced it. Thousands of boulders of different sizes came hurling at them. Hitting the barrier of magic with thuds and booms. He gritted his teeth as he handed Vax and Percy their weapons.

"Aim correctly, will you?" He hissed, and whipped out his dark dagger in a flash. "On the count to three, Pike!"

"One!"

"Two!" She said. Eyes blazing in defiant fury at the dragon.

"Three!" He yelled and let down the barrier.

All of the rogues darted out in the speed of light as they distracted Brymscythe as best as they could without getting killed by that bastard of a beast. Suffice to say that the dragon also helped quicken his death by making more of a mess on the cave. Boulders were hurled at their way, and Vax took the opportunity to use the dagger Rowan gave to him. The elf leaped across the flying boulders, ignoring the jabbing pain on his arm as a sharp piece of stone had scraped it earlier. The dark magic pulsed through his hand. His cells recognizing the hellish magic that made this weapon. Vax leaped across one more stone, front-flipped as best and high as he could, and sliced the beast's neck with the dark magical dagger. Brymscythe roared in agony as he shook his monstrous head back and forth to get rid of Vax.
The dark haired elf went flying backwards at the pile of rocks being him. He didn't have to time to react to the throw Kreig had given him, but he was lucky that Rowan wrestled him from the air, and both of the rogues went tumbling down on the slanted cavern floor.

Rowan lay beneath him. His galaxy-like hair messy, and everywhere. "Nice aim, elf."

"Nice magic, wizard." He replied back.

Their eyes locked together. Drinking in some emotions that they couldn't exactly comprehend at this chaotic shit of a mess at the moment. It wasn't until Scanlan and Grog had grabbed their bodies to get them away from the powerful blasts of gunshot Percy delivered on Brymscythe. The gunsligner was holding onto a column of stone to support the weight of his body, and the inhuman blasts the gun would shoot out. Percy was panting hard as he was also running like hell to escape the dragon's swift attacks.
Rowan cursed and ran to try and help the human. A blast of lighting nearly shredded his body to bits if it weren't for Grog's attack on the dragon with his axe and berserker strength that crushed the dragon's skull to a million bits.

Rowan pulled Percy up to his feet. His green eyes tired, but releived. "Thank fuck that's over."

"Mn, but that's horribly disgusting as fuck."

"Are you squeamish or something?"

"No, just some bad memories, human."

"You're human too,"

"Fuck off, old man!"

"Technically I'm in my late twenties, Rowan."

"Well, I'm in my twenties too, dick---"

Vax threw a stone near them. Breaking the squabble of the two rogues. "Quit it you two! The cave's gonna collapse if we don't get our asses outta here!"

Rowan rolled his eyes, grabbed Percy's arm, and muttered a quick speed spell. "Hold on to your dick, Percy."