This was a sort of an YCH done for username FinnFann, who wanted to create their own character in the world I am making when I told them about the idea for this. He also went ahead and wrote some story for this one too in the form of journal entries by this character.
Dusk of the second cresting east moon ~ 3rd season
I cannot believe what I have born witness to. Sent almost 20 moons ago to find supplies, and I happen upon the greatest discovery possible for our clan, and the possibility of solving our woes. I had merely come to these large buildings upon seeing their remoteness and hoping that, per chance, it had not been raided over time. Had I not read the ancient stories...and well...had I not read them over and over while others had...more..."lucrative" chances...regardless! What I had seen was a Serpent of the White Dragonoids! It had to be!
Though admittedly the terror of it's form seems to have...waned as the moon itself. It was in a pitiful state. In my stupor after falling into the smaller chamber I hardly realized the light of my lamp alone was enough to protect me from whatever defense it may have prepared to a first intruder...then it spoke...Asking me of...my colors? My origin? It urged me calm, becrying it would not hurt me. Especially as I became alert to the skeleton I had landed near. I had begun to draw my sword before it abruptly curled back defensively at merely the sight of such...the shock of it's reaction abruptly collapsing me to a knee as I tried to back away. It seemed...pathetic. Despite it's grandiose size it leaked a sort of meekness. A tiredness. I don't think it could've hurt me if it tried...I decided to grant it mercy. I sheathed the blade to it's relief. And attempted to hide my own injury in the process.
We discussed things. It thanked me for my kindness, and apologized profusely for how things looked. It spoke how it had been sealed. It hadn't recalled how long. The skeletons around it having perished one by one. I saw no grievous injuries but to one of them as it spoke. Calming me and assuring its truths. All had seemed to be laying down. Either sleeping or from weakness. The rags on them torn only from age.
So I needn't think to doubt its story. While it spoke, however, it...told me of things that could prove useful to my quest. I mentioned my purpose. My origin. It seemed surprised. But immediately deemed it could help me! To lead me to a chamber of riches protected by magic. It was in the stories...treasure troves of supplies hidden by old armies...I'm sure most of it would've gone bad by now but...well coin doesn't go bad does it? There was sure to be some!
But it needed a night to prepare....understandable with it's apparent weak state. To think something could survive this long! But I digress. I attempted offerings for the assistance. Starting with food, and admittedly a bit of coin at first but it turned both down. Stating what it needed would be in the chamber with my supplies.
I suppose after such a distance I'll trust it. Covered in the cobwebs it was that it cleaned as it moved I doubt it could harm me even if it had ended those around it. The worse it could do in this state...? Lay itself atop me likely, but I've got my dagger for such an occasion! And what a trophy that would be in worse case, hm? Ah I've written too long. The moon is near setting and I've to sleep before tomorrow...I can still hear it in the main hall I'd stumbled into so it must be tireless...
It seems to have left some sticks and old supplies of the medical sort near me as well...I dare say it might realize my injury...I really should work on lying should I ever truly need such a skill.
May the Sol bless I'll be returning with enough coin to purchase any supplies my settlement could need!