Dungeon Prowler : One Man Army 69 Valyrian

Although Martin was upset he gave a sigh of relief. If only those chosen by the ring could use it to reach the heart of Tartarus then he would have to trust in Hephaestus like his own ancestors before him did. For now, the ring was safe and unless something went terribly wrong the death of the hearts is not going to be something bad. According to the records kept behind by Adun and Hephaestus, the hearts would live until they fulfil their destiny, and since the last bearer of the Black Fate; Adun, did not break the world, there is little chance this one would.

Martin nodded to the pope to indicate that the purpose of the visit is fulfilled and the ring is authentic, thus no need to care about it for the time being. He then turned to Yunan and said "the hearts will want to meet you as well to inform you about somethings that you should know about, and that would be all, i hope that you can finish your training very soon so that you can enter Tartarus as fast as possible. As for the side of the guild, we will register the kids here as temporary members of Debauchery and you can be privy to all the benefits they are able to get. One last thing, i have some apology gifts, we have angered Fortuna by thinking about harming you and we got our fair share of bad luck" he pa.s.sed a ring to Yunan "can you forgive me and my friends?".

Yunan just waved his hands and did not pick up the ring "no harm done, you can rea.s.sure your friends i do not hold grudges, you are forgiven" that earned him a few hits and curses and a promise to not hold back anymore.

The old pope then asked suddenly "that necklace you have on you, what is it? I can feel mana from it, i can feel my old bones happy to be around it, where did you find it? Was it the Black Fate?". After a nod from Leader Yunan explained "it's called a spirit heart, made from a few tons of ores, a Starheart, a mana cl.u.s.ter that has a diameter of 10 meters and a spirit stone with a 2 meter diameter forged by dwarven hands under dragon breath, it has a 20 time amplification on an ordinary Starheart, and an effective range of 10 meters, it has a level 60 concealment and can work on anyone with a guaranteed 10 points per attribute per year even for those with the mark of Tartarus, it will last for 3 years, if we kids train diligently we might even get up to 50 points per attribute by the end of the 3 years. Or so master Balin appraised it"

"HOW?!" exclaimed both old men as they lunged at the young boy and took away the spirit heart to observe it closely. Yunan just shrugged "it was luck really, the Starheart fell on my head during training, master balin kindly made a necklace for it that had amplification, restriction and concealment, on Sunday we went on a level one clean up mission and everything else was just there for the taking, we only needed to mine some things and that is it really, nothing more than luck i suppose"

"Such marvel, you can feel the harmonious powers inside it, powers that should not mix together, coexist in one little bead, even the raging dragon breath is contained with in, wait i thought dragons died out 800 years ago, does the dwarves still have those containers with dragon flame with in?" The question was directed at Balin who pointed back at Yunan, Yunan took out Drogon from his pocket, it fell into sleep during bath time and was still curled into a ball. "Its name is Drogon we found its egg in the nest we cleaned and it hatched the same night, while we were still mining out the caves".

The old men let the spirit heart drop on the ground and almost flew at Drogon and picked him up with utmost care as if it would break at the mere touch. While the elders were occupied by Drogon, Yunan took out its matching egg sh.e.l.l, to provide proof that it was a true dragon and not just a dragon kin. The old men were almost drooling at the sight of both at the same time. After a few minutes of scrutiny and book flipping the old men put down Drogon and put it in its sh.e.l.l where it coiled comfortably. Then they gave it along with the spirit heart back to Yunan.

"Master balin, are we wrong to a.s.sume this hatchling to be a valyrian?" The old pope approached Balin with such glistening eyes that Balin was taken aback. "Yes, that is what i came to conclude after consulting with the books left behind by the ancestors on dragonkin, and it is a healthy male valyrian with quite a bit of innate talents" confirmed Balin.

"In our records dragons only take Dwarves as masters, how come this one is different?". "Well that is not true, dragons bond with those they are most comfortable around. many dragon bonded would come to live in the old forges under the lonely mountain, and get paid for lending their dragon breaths to the forges, those who do not know, we just look for ourselves, at least when dragons lived. It is worth mentioning that dragons are more likely to bond with a dwarf if other suitable masters are in the same place, the dragons had always been close to us dwarves, but there are no absolutes in the world."

The old men looked at Yunan with mixed feelings "are you truly a friend of lady luck?" Yunan nodded and pointed at his ring "according to the ring, let me show you" a screen popped up but there was a change in it, it read as follows "t.i.tle: close friend of Fortuna. Luck very good >extremely good (caused by the acquisition of a valyrian dragon)

Note: get stronger fast you lucky b.a.s.t.a.r.d"

Ignoring the old men everyone in Debauchery, both seniors and juniors beat up Yunan mercilessly for a full 5 minutes, even the old men felt satisfied with the beating poor Yunan took.