Chapter 16: 16. The crumbling palace

I left the dwarf's forge armed a significant amount more than when I had entered. The armor he had forged for me covered my upper body, false scales clinking against one another as I slithered out. My bra, huge and enchanted, shook with the quaking of my breasts. And my new sword hung within reach, attached to a leather belt on the slope of my butt. 

Having the blade within reach felt right, as if it was always supposed to be close. Like an extension of my being that had been missing for years. One that I could never part with again. The armor, and bra, lacked that feeling. It felt more like they were distant kin, loving and caring, who would die to protect me. 

I deliberately decided not to think about how all of this worked and instead focused on the palace around me. On the decorated pillars that rose up to the ceiling. Each one engraved with beautiful artwork that evoked a sense of timelessness within me. As if the artwork told a story that would never fade away and that all would remember. 

One that told of how a king how forged his empire. 

On every pillar the story started the same: a king captured in surprising detail, being crowned by a man in a robe. Beneath the first image was one of the same king facing off against a dragon. At least I thought it was a dragon - it was hard to know for sure, though, as the images had been worn away over time. 

The next image, which was mostly intact, was one of the king making a grand decree. It depicted him in some sort of grand court surrounded by wailing men and women. His guards standing at the ready, hands held near their swords. After that there were only a few more images. One was of the king subjugating what I could only assume was another nation. Then there was one of him growing old. 

And the final one depicted his death. It showed him lying on a bed, with seven men around him. More importantly, it showed his kingdom sinking into a desert full of bones. 

I stared at the final image for a while, wondering if this palace was all that was left. And if it was, was it above of below ground? I hadn't seen any windows so far in my exploration of this place. Only bronze guards, near empty rooms, and the dwarf. 

Whatever the answer, there was still more of the palace to explore. A few seconds of slithering proved as much. Rooms unexplored lined the walls beyond, each room sized for a normal person. Aka, they were too small for me to even get my upper body in. Without a hefty dose of force, that is. 

One by one I barged into the rooms and tried my best to search them. Which involved a lot of twisting and turning to keep my breasts and belly out of the way. 

Drawers were pulled out and scavenged through, Locked chests were smashed open, and beds were lifted. Room after room I checked, pilfered, and rummaged through for treasure of any sort. Sometimes I found gems, others little trinkets and pieces of silver. But most of the time I found nothing. 

Either someone else had gotten here before me or the people who once lived here took most of their stuff with them to the grave. For now, I chose to believe neither and slithered on. 

My search continued for treasure continued and eventually led me to a grand room. Big enough for me to fit the entirety of my length inside. After doing so, I coiled up and rested my stomach on my tail. Giving my back an actual break for the first time in hours. 

It was a short break. 

Bronze guards rushed in and filled the room. They came from the door I entered from, a door directly across from it, and a third door in between the two. Within seconds I was surrounded by my guards I could count, and still more came. Filing in one after another in an endless stream. 

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Just a glance was enough for me tell that there would be too many of them for me. As tough as my armor seemed, I didn't trust it stop every attack that came my way. Especially when there would be well over a hundred coming toward me. Nor did I trust my own scales with such a task. Worse, these guards were different from the ones before. 

They were bigger and had higher quality equipment. Essence also poured out their frames in gentle waves. Not more than the average forest critter but enough to tell me that their mechanical bodies would probably pack a punch. 

So rather than prepare for a fight, I lowered all four of my arms and made my surrender as clear as possible. Which seemed to work. As all the guards lowered their weapons and stood ramrod straight. Seconds after the reason for their sudden change in attitude made itself abundantly clear. 

From above, a man dressed in bronze armor came crashing down onto my tail. He landed on his boots and managed to stay upright even as my entire body bounced and wobbled. My mountainous cheeks shaking the fiercest. 

Then, after I stopped jiggling, he walked down my length and up to me. Coming to a stop right where my butt ended and my actual tail began. The scales beneath his feet wobbling far more than the rest of my serpentine half. It was an odd sensation... One that I didn't dislike.

Still, out of defiance, I wiggled a little in an attempt to knock the man off. And despite my best efforts he remained firmly planted on my rump, face hidden behind his bronze mask. A sneaking suspicion that he was smiling on my mind. 

"You can stop now." He said slowly, with a voice too synthetic to even be slightly real. 

I didn't. Instead I put more into each shimmy and shake, sending bigger earthquakes through my length. It did nothing to the bronze man. He just stared at me, clearly waiting for me to stop. When he saw that I didn't and kept trying to knock him off, the army of bronze guards took a step closer in unison. 

The entire room shook, even I shook, and only then did I stop. 

"Good." He said, practically patting himself on the back with the way he said it. "Now under normal circumstances you'd be killed for trespassing. But, after seeing you fight and how large you were I realized killing you would just be a waste." He monologued. Taking small steps across my vast form. 

"Instead I want you to help me. With a matter of great import." 

"What's in it for me?" I asked, teeth bared and full of stupid bravado. 

"You get to live. And you get to keep the remains if you so wish." 

"Remains?" 

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