Slay That Dragon- IC
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				Title: <strong>Slay That Dragon- IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>bubby</strong> on <strong>14-05-2011, 09:53:31</strong>
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				The World is Emilian. A myriad of creatures walk this world, yet two dominate. Dragons and Man. Once upon a time they coexisted easily, man in awe of Dragon, and Dragon willing to teach man magic, and show then the sheer delight of flight. Once upon a time Man bonded with Dragon, and they filled the skies with bellows and shouts joy. Once upon a time Emilian was a world of beauty..<br><br><div align="center">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/29/Stream_by_artfromchefj-d3g64ta_resize.jpg)</div><div align="center">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/2e/Imbersago3_by_insideofmysoul-d3g35pv_resize.jpg)</div><br>But time has passed. Generations of Dragons began to see Man multiply, and found this not to their liking. They began to see man gain Power and magic of their own, and began to see this at the expense of Dragon life. Small it started, but a&nbsp; few willing to kill Dragons for the parts it took to make the all powerful Elixirs. But as time went by, more Men began Hunting, for money, for Power, for prestige, and more Dragons began Hunting as well. Now Emilian has swaths of land razed to the bare bones by Dragon kind, angry at Man, wanting Man gone. Many parts of the World are dead due to Man seeking to kill the Dragons, causing war, seeing the mighty beasts as nothing but animals that need extermination now...<br><br><div align="center">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/9d/F069274a7e584f3332d98e875d9bfe37-d3g375r_resize.jpg)</div><div align="center">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/fc/Rural_exploration_part1_by_welshglue-d3g30fu_resize.jpg)</div><br>And now, a Great Wyrm has emerged from her sleep. She has taken to the skies unseen, she has witnessed the strife of Emilian and all its inhabitants. She will try to once again bring Man and Dragon together, and take this war-torn world from desolation, to the beauty it once was.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Slay That Dragon- IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>bubby</strong> on <strong>15-05-2011, 03:43:33</strong>
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				When her mercurial eyes had slipped closed, the world was still a wonder. When she had let forth her final sigh before her long sleep, Emilian had been a place of beauty in many aspects. This Goddess was content on things as they were, and as her massive claws clutched tight to her hoard, as her broad wings folded snug about her gargantuan body, she would slip easily into the slumber of years that only the oldest of her ilk tended to..<br><br>..and then Anishal woke..<br><br>Emilian had changed. She need not even slip from the deep caverns that were her home to know this. She could smell it on the wind that traversed through her caves. She could feel it in the absence of <em>others</em> in her mind. A low rumble began deep within her chest as her body shifted atop her shining amassment of treasure, stretching muscles stiff from lack of use, soon enough strong steps, still nigh liquid in ease after all this time took her to the opening of her cave atop her chosen mountain, pulling herself to sit upon her haunches and gaze out over the land she loved.<br><br>Regal she sat there, wings tucked tight to her back, tail sliding around to work snug against her forepaws. The setting sun was bright enough to cause her silver hide to shine, to gleam, and she allowed another sigh as the sun warmed her just enough before sinking slowly to the horizon.<br><br>And a search would begin. Thoughts were sent out first, thoughts meant to link easily with any dragon kind that still held the magic within themselves to feel her. She could sense their essence easily, new there to be pups, knew there to be middle years... yet found none were Great Wyrm like she. Lids lowered over gleaming sapphire hues as her triangular head dipped in sadness at this realization. When she had made the choice for her sleep, she had not been the only one by far. As her mind swept out further, sadness was replaced slowly with anger. Yet not from her... yet. This enmity came from her ilk scattered over the land. But it was even more then that.. rage fairly filled the very air surrounding her. Strife. She smelled blood upon the wind, was that screams on the currents? The ghost of such mayhap. Apparently she had slept long enough..<br><br>It was indeed magnificent her descent from her perch. Such a pity none was there to witness it. Solid hind legs gave a push and she was diving from the cliffs edge. The wind caught her as a lover might, and wings snapped open to their full extent, allowing her to catch with ease an updraft, sending her soaring to the clouds swiftly. Ah, such delight to be Queen of the skies once again! The moon was now rising, and this light brought forth a different sheen to her silvery hide, possibly bringing out it's beauty even more. She was shooting through the heavens as she did when the world was good, and she was enamoured with it. She couldn't help herself now. Her mighty jaws would open, and she would let forth an indomitable roar, and she was glad for it. <br><br>The sound would do two things. One, it would careen through the surrounding area, carrying far upon the winds, so far and wide, even those human ears would hear it. Two, her ilk would hear this bellow within their minds.<br><br>And all would know that Anishal Silveris, Great Silver Wyrm had awakened.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Slay That Dragon- IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>15-05-2011, 04:35:19</strong>
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				Wotan Lokk awoke suddenly to a roar that touched his mind. He'd felt such sensations before, when he was young, but nothing had interrupted his slumber for many years. His sleep had lasted three days, a short rest, though he would not have stirred for another two, or more, had he not be disturbed. He recognized the memory, deep inside, of a Great Wyrm, and of others who had flown the skies while he'd lived. His own life had been long, compared with many dragons born into the new age of Emilian, though that was not luck, his home was high in the mountains, and treacherous year round. It had been years since a slayer had managed to find his home to challenge him.<br><br>He stirred, stirring his massive bulk from its place guarding his hoard. He twisted slowly, jewels and gold sliding back into the massive pile, some skipping across the black stone. He stepped out to the entrance to his lair. His response to the roar he'd heard was one of his own, though he knew very little of the magic required to respond he sent the call with as much power as he possessed, which was considerable.<br><br>Far below, in the shadow of his mountains, the small village, with fires still smoldering for his last attack, rang the town bell. He would not have awoken so early, and his return would not be expected so soon.<br><br>Lokk pushed forward, dipping sharply as he fell down the sharp face of the mountain, before his wings spread wide and caught the air. He wondered at the call he'd heard, but his focus was on the humans who invaded his territory for the riches below his mountains. They, like his hoard were his. In times past his parents, even he, might have allowed the humans to mine, at a cost, to profit both, but now, even if the gold, the jewels had to remain trapped beneath the earth with nobody to draw them out, the humans had to be driven away, or killed, humans brought slayers, and every town was a breeding ground for would-be dragon hunters. Lokk knew, the further they were from his home, the safer he was. Let the bravest make the journey on their own provisions. He had caught more than a few on the burnt plains below his mountain home, and destroyed them in the open.<br><br>Lokk roared again, as he dipped his wings and began to glide toward the town, massive fangs parting to allow a jet of pure flame to stab into the ground, cutting the small town in half with fire, even as the humans, seeming so small to him, ran to their little guard towers, and readied their bows for a second pass. He pulled up, drifting up again, and into the open sky. He would turn back, and make the second pass, today he felt strong, rested, and the roar in his mind had reminded him of the rage he felt whenever he saw a dragon fall to the humans.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Slay That Dragon- IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kaiten</strong> on <strong>15-05-2011, 06:46:25</strong>
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				"That's a pity. I had good business in that town."<br><br>Azare mentioned to himself as his nose was to the air. With a turn of his head, he shifted his vision across the horizon, to a small town, miles away. And said town seemed to be quite... doomed, to say the least. A small smile perked on his face as annoyance gripped him, but soon he reassured himself. There was always more towns that were in desperate need of help. With a nod to himself he turned his nose to the air again. The smell of burning buildings wafted quite strongly, and even as far away as he was he could smell it, almost taste it. Of course... that also might have been attributed to his current surroundings as well.<br><br>"Almost makes me wish I hadn't done away with this one, but a reneged deal isn't something I take lightly."<br><br>His head turned back to his surroundings, to the desecrated village behind him. While once a rather beautiful place, it was now blackened. Scorches and craters littered the area as it was quite apparent that a dragon had gone through here. The last remnants of the fires burnt away at the ruins and the seared corpses of those who had been unlucky enough to be caught by his lightning. Those who hadn't were now residing in his stomach, which he patted boorishly and yawned, feeling slight indigestion. It seemed to happen whenever he ate human meat after all. It had gotten a bit too reliant on his normal prey; his own kind. With a shrug he slid off his perch on a crumbling beam, his feet hitting the snow. <br><br>A roar came from his stomach as he patted it again. His eyes met with his stomach, before slowly turning to the fiery speck on the horizon. Well, there was no harm checking at least. His body turned towards the site and a grim smile appeared on his face as he got ready to leap into the sky... but then he heard it... and almost fell into the canyon below.<br><br>As his foot came down to halt his descent, he raised his head, a look of caution washed across his face. His mind worked quickly as he gained his bearing, going over the sound again in his mind. No matter who it was, it was strong, old, and had a hint of despair. Despair... well that was easy to understand. Unlike the others his age, he was not content in long sleeps. So instead he traveled. And with less sleep, came more hours to increase his horde. And through that, he saw the world as it was. Dying and desolate. But that was what he grew up with and, in fact, had his own part in the destruction. The remnants of the old land were apparent. <br><br>With a self gratifying smile, he oriented himself towards the general direction of the roar. With a wink of his eye and a point of his finger, his voice rang out in the whirling winds.<br><br>"Welcome to the new world. I surely hope you like what we've done with the place."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Slay That Dragon- IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zaer Darkwail</strong> on <strong>15-05-2011, 12:30:11</strong>
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				A green haired boy with emerald green eyes with grin climbed up a apple tree. He agilely climbed and leaped up higher in the tree, grasping a apple and tuck it into his tunic which he had formed a pocket. Pocket which he is filling with nice juicy red apples. Farmer goes inspect his harvest, he sees the boy. His face goes red in anger and he takes pitchfork and with yell charges to the boy screaming; "THIEF!" The boy startles, almost dropping the apples! With sly grin he starts run, speed off from the apple garden and with amazing leap jumps over the tall wooden wall what farmer had build protect his apple garden. A minor obstacle for the boy. The farmer yells are heard behind the wooden wall while boy continues running, as more than often humans mob together give thieves like him thorough lesson. A painful lesson which he is never going forget when he was beaten close to his life when he started his new life.<br><br>He reached forest around the farm, jumping high to sit on branch, rub surface of the apple against tunic what he wore and marveling the apple he says; "Ah, looks pretty sweet! Does not beat bamboo but it's soft and juicy...." The boy opened his mouth wide but he then felt some odd prodding in his mind. It startled him and he spun around and asked; "Who's there?! Who's playing tricks with me?!" Nobody is seen, prodding ended and boy again tried bite the apple.....but then he heard the roar. Or more, <em>felt</em> it inside his mind?!<br><br><em>A dragon?! Sounds quite big, powerful.</em><br><br>Boy shook his head.<br><br><em>Nay, that's not my life anymore. I am <strong>human</strong>, a human boy! A thief, wanderer! Not a <strong>dragon</strong>!</em><br><br>But despite this denial he could feel the greatness behind the roar, feel the mental prodding. Heck, even today he had used his natural born gifts as young dragon. But boy did not want to be dragon. Dragons are hunted, dying species, feared. He does not want live such life, not as dragon nor as a boy. Only what he needs fear now is angry farmers, which pale with horror of slayers which had killed his parents when he had been very young. He had then took human disguise to blend in to populace, become just wandering odd person who liked eat vegetables and fruits. Disgusted with concept of eatting meat.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Slay That Dragon- IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nooblet</strong> on <strong>15-05-2011, 16:25:06</strong>
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				Lynduleon Honart, King of Draldinoth, stood atop the battlements of the Moon Tower. The glistening white stone of the tower seemed to have a life of its own as the moonlight touched upon it. King Leon, as he prefered to be called, always enjoyed coming up here at night. The tower was perched at the eastern edge of his castle, and was named for the way it glistened in the moon. The tower always gave a spectacular view of the night sky, and the moon, on clear night such as this one. <br><br>Leon's mind was troubled, as it always seemed to be anymore. He had the kingdom of Cenlinoth encroaching on Draldinoth lands, and peace talks have thus far amounted to nothing. On top of that, his supply of Elixirs was beginning to become alarmingly small. Now that Leon was dependant upon the Elixirs to live, he had to take them once every three months. He had enough supply to last the year, but no longer. <br><br>With a sigh, Leon scrubbed a hand through his blonde hair, gazing idly up at the moon. <br>'What am I to do? Should I stop my attacks on the Slayers? Maybe I can convince some of them to see things my way...No matter what, I must find more Elixirs,' Leon's thoughts raced, a frown marring his face.<br><br>That was when he heard the roar, and gazed up. He could tell that the dragon was powerful just because he could hear it, and yet couldn't see it. Forgetting his troubles from a moment ago, Leon continued to study the sky, hoping for a glimpse of the creature.<br><br>'Maybe its a Great Wyrm. One of those hasn't been seen in many years. They were thought to be defeated, but maybe one survived. I pray its so, and I also pray this creature isn't malevolent in nature,' Leon, unable to catch a glimpse of the dragon, turned and walked down into the darkness of the tower.<br><br>Things would work out, they always seemed to. He needed to rest up for tomorrow, knowing there would be more conflicts for him to deal with. Thinking of the roar, he smiled softly and headed for his own chambers, his thoughts distant and playing through his fantasies of a world of peace. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Slay That Dragon- IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AngelicBlade</strong> on <strong>15-05-2011, 23:01:45</strong>
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				Volenok kicked out his camp fire and picked himself up aswell as the dragon parts from his lastest victory. He studied the part for the moment then examianed his armor. His armor was covered in scratchs and burn mark from the damned beast. Volenok spit to his side and placed his helmet over his head and walked throught the rest of the forest between himself and a city in the kingdom of Draldinoth.<br><br>Volenok heard a branch crack behind him and he drew his sword, even in it's beat up state in need of repair it was still capable of doing a good amount of damage to anything that wanted to fight. He had heard rumors of bandits attacking slayers in these woods so he had been extra careful but it seems they found him.<br><br>His suspisions were correct when one bandit came charging from the darkness of the bushs. Volenok quickly blocked the attack of the bandit with his shield and swung his sword upward as blood spew out of the bandit's chest which was followed by a blood curling gurl. Volenok heard more coming and he knew in his state he couldn't fight them all off so he darted as fast as he could towards the edge of the woods in hopes of reaching the town.<br><br>His hopes were invain as the bandits wearing lighter armor caught him and blocked his path. But before they were about to strike a large and mighty roar was heard across the sky. In fear the bandits fled deeper into the think of the forest. Volenok sighed in relieve and exitement. The dragon sounded powerful and he knew that it would be his target if he ever found it, but for now he had to get his equipment repair and sell his parts to the king of this land. . . He might even give them to him if had his armor repaired for free.<br><br>Volenok knew were he was headed and started for the large gleeming tower in the distance. Volenok removed his helmet and placed it on the side of his belt. '<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">Damn it's hot it this armor. Hope this king is friendly. . .</span> '. As he neared the tower he saw the castles walls and grinned happily. "Finally!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Slay That Dragon- IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wyrd</strong> on <strong>16-05-2011, 05:45:58</strong>
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				The dieing rays of sun light flickered down just barely into the farthest depths of the Heathenreel forest. weak but still visible shafts of sun light looked like angelic pilers as they flooded through the crowns of the great Everblack trees, trees reaching to heights nearly 350 feet. In the thick of these mighty behemoths crouched a very focused and deadly silent northmen named Jakob Sundagger, known throughout Emilian as one of the most efficient and dedicated dragon slayers. <br><br><em>'Come on, thats it.'</em> He'd been kneeling silently in the shadows for almost an hour, his bow string pulled back and his arrow ready, his breathing soft and long, his heart beat controlled. He fought the urge to look up as a ray of sun shined sharply of the very tip of his arrow head. <em>'Can't you see, beast? Your end is nigh. Embrace the Goddess!' </em> Jakob finally released his arrow so true. but at that very moment, a great roar, ancient and powerful, ripped through the forest and the very land itself, it was a cry like no other Jakob had ever heard. After tensing up from the sheer shock of the roar, Jakob looked to wear he had fired the arrow to find it lodged in the side of a tree and the dear he was hunting firing running like the wind far beyond chasing distance. <br><br>"By... by the Gods..." Normally Jakob would have been furious at loosing his meal, but the ripple across the land by the roar was felt deep within the slayer's bones. Just as he stood from his crouching spot, the emerald blade of his dragon's blood sword began to shiver and tremble within it's sheath. Quickly pulling it from its leather holder, Jakob was taken back by the dim glow and the heat emitting from the blade. <br><br>"This... This must be it. It has to be. One of the great one from the old stories..." The blonde haired northman stood in disbelief and wonder. How could such.. such a beast from the old era survive for so long to just now wake up from their slumber? Oh yes, Jakob knew all about the ancient wyrms, and by the reaction of his bloody sword and from the shown to him by his people that there could be no other beast to make such a rip across the land.<br><br>The Everblack trees everywhere insight still suede and shook and the wind blew somewhat uneasy through the thick trunks. <em>'This... this thing... It is not far. a days, two days travel. Should I?'</em> Swiping his some of his golden strands from his face he place on hand on the trunk of a tree and leaned slightly. "Do you call for me, beast? Do you ask for death or do you call the young to do be your puppets?" He knew very well that every dragon in all of Emilian must have heard or felt what had just happened. After a few minutes of staring at the now darkened sky through the far off tree tops, Jakob decided to gather his gear and head back to the river, where he had landed his waterstrider. From there he would see where the wild winds would take him.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Slay That Dragon- IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ofDelusions</strong> on <strong>16-05-2011, 16:33:17</strong>
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				Sariarda cocked her head astounded by the by the human in front of her. All of his companions were dead. His legs had most likely been broken by the first swipe of her tail. Yet he did not run. Did not beg for his miserable life. Instead he held his spear steadily, pointing it at her single good eye. If he hadn’t been a bandit, Sariarda would have thought him to be a slayer.<br><br>No.<br><br>A slayer would not stand still right in front of a red. Sariarda shrugged slightly before breathing a stream of fire that exploded into fiery cloud once it hit the bandit. The man screamed as he engulfed by the flames that quickly devoured his skin and his life. Smiling, Sariarda walked over to the man and started peeling of his armor. After a week of not eating she had scored a feast for herself. <br><br>Recently she had taken to hunting bandits for a living. She wouldn’t ask for a bounty promised for their lives, but she would eat them instead. She was quite proud of that idea. The bandits really were an ideal source of food: 1) No one would miss them. If she ate a shepherd or even cattle someone would sooner or later come after him, but bandits were care for less than pigs. 2) They were usually camped in the woods were no one would hear them scream or see her true form. Finding their camps from the air was no problem thanks to their campfires. 3) She preferred human meat to most animals, but as much as she would deny it, her conscience wouldn’t allow her to kill innocents. She had no problem devouring robbers who preyed upon helpless travelers.<br><br>She had only eaten two of the bandits when a roar echoed through the forest, and through her head. The roar sounded powerful, ancient, and primordial and imagining the beast that had made the sound caused the multi-ton beast that was Sariarda feel small. Insignificant.<br><br>I must find out more about this. Perhaps it was her stubborn pride and curiosity of a cat that was her inheritance as a red dragon, or perhaps it was something instinctive in the roar, but she decided to find its source.<br><br>After she had eaten.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Slay That Dragon- IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>16-05-2011, 23:13:32</strong>
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				Freia sat at a small campfire, outside a small lean-to build against some short, but hardy trees. The smoke was blown by the wind off from the small hillside. Her seat was a small folding cloth stool, and she stoked the fire with a long-sword, that had its tip blackened by the small fire. Her small camp had been visited quite often in her days there, slayers coming to sell, and a few wealthy landowners coming personally to buy. She had always maintained a very clear rule on her deals. She didn't care how one came on the ingredients she needed, but she would only sell her elixirs to those who would drink them. It was a disagreement on this second rule that left the owner of the sword she used to stoke her fire, drifting face-down lazily down the nearby brook.<br><br>The sound that touched both her ears, and mind had her standing in a second. The call of a Great Wyrm could not be mistaken, at least not by her. Her magic felt the touch of the call. It was an omen, she knew, in the way that omens could be entirely natural signs, of natural misfortune to come. She had no doubt that foolishness would make the creature a target.<br><br>She was conflicted, though she knew what she would do. The chance to work with the greatest ingredients seen in centuries would be something she would not pass up, but she did not relish the death of a creature of magic, she was well aware, that, if not for her own skill in crafting elixirs, her life would be at as much jeopardy as that of the dragons.<br><br>Freia stood, and walked back inside, letting the skins that served as a doorway close out the light behind herself.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Slay That Dragon- IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Drakan</strong> on <strong>17-05-2011, 22:28:43</strong>
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				Emilan once possessed two beauties in its life.&nbsp; One was her original fertile lands which was lost way before the time Drakan was born.&nbsp; Its second lost beauty would have been the very village where the boy was born.&nbsp; Now both these beauties now remained as ash and tinder buried in the mud of the present.&nbsp; But even in such a state humans, like insects, have continued to thrive despite such harsh changes.&nbsp; Drakan was an example of this change though under different circumstances.&nbsp; He was Dragon-Slayer, a single grain of a wheat field filled with over-ambitious kids, cocky veterans, and the smaller but worthier of groups (which he felt more connected with).&nbsp; If you were to look at him though at first glance you could easily be confused by whether he was an assassin or a merchant even.<br><br>Drakan at this moment though seemed more like a guest at an inn; he wore a kimono to cover the entirety of his body save for the left side of arm and chest, given the nature of his….arm.&nbsp; His right hand held a pipe for which allowed him to smoke a certain flavored weeds, something that wasn’t of his normal practice.&nbsp; The innkeeper however was very kind, which probably gave away due to her old age.&nbsp; Nevertheless it was a gesture that Drakan took to heart, rewarding her with of course money for the rent, and an undisclosed gift for their future troubles.&nbsp; Drakan seemed like a young healthy man, roughly 5 foot and 9 inches, a fine tone of body considering his human origin, hair black and glossy like obsidian, eyes like amethyst, even the left side of his face bearing a tattoo of a wyrm, which was all the same to him.&nbsp; &nbsp;Wyrms were no different than dragons, and like dragons he would put them down permanently.<br><br>The only remaining bastion of beauty being the sun had slowly passed rising over the horizon.&nbsp; By the time Drakan could see a clear view of the sun (without seeing it directly) he knew all too well that it was time to depart.&nbsp; Stripping himself of his kimono, he moved to his undergarments and the first layer of clothes which were of light normal clothes.&nbsp; The second layer would be his armor which he always kept by, in his case next to his bed.&nbsp; With his armor finally assembled the third layer of clothing would be his traveler’s cloak which was masked in a crimson red color with gold trims.&nbsp; His sword already kept in the scabbard then proceeded to be attached to his satchel, and his steel leggings and foot guards would finally be attached.&nbsp; Of course a salesman couldn’t be without his backpack full of wares and a small portable table to assemble a small kiosk from which he could conduct his business and trade.<br><br>Making sure to account for everything that he had brought with him he nodded acceptably to finally depart from the inn.&nbsp; In order to leave inn it was required of him to exit via a sliding door that led to a corridor connected by multiple doors which seemed to lead to other rooms.&nbsp; Of course the door he needed would be at the entirely opposite end of the corridor.&nbsp; This door let to the innkeeper’s guest hall where she had resided during its opening hours.&nbsp; The old lady had been humming a fine tune up to the point where the silence had been broken by Drakan’s presence. &nbsp;“Ah, you are leaving the?”&nbsp; The man nodded to her in response to her question.&nbsp; Of course a natural look of disappointment sketched itself onto the woman’s face, the motive being her innkeeper technique of attracting more business. “Be careful out there dear, there are a lot of dragons running about.&nbsp; I would hate to lose a potential future customer.”&nbsp; The old lady let off a soft but notable giggle knowing the man was more than capable with dealing with dragons.&nbsp; Drakan smiled nodding to her as he heading outside to the wasteland that he lived in.&nbsp; <em>Now then which direction shall we go?&nbsp; Perhaps East…..?</em><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Slay That Dragon- IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>bubby</strong> on <strong>17-05-2011, 22:46:27</strong>
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				It tore at her soul to see the desolation below her, this land that she loved. There were of course spots of beauty still, but the Emilian she remembered was all beauty and light. Now there were scars in the earth, towns decimated, and the smell of death and destruction filled the once sweet air. Her body sleek and strong shot through the night skies, sapphire hues taking it all in.<br><br>And where despair once resided, anger began to seep in..<br><br>Anishal felt deep within that her call had been registered by several. A <em>ping</em> within her senses as those dragon kind that had heard her reacted. In fact, the roar of a mighty male managed to reach her ears, and she made note that this one was more of an age to her. The others.. pups. Mere pups. Were there no more? All she felt was rage from them, the desire to kill, to destroy! Such a sad state of affairs, and she indeed found herself incensed. A rumble began within, meaning to let loose yet another bellow to the night sky, but she contained it. Something else must be done.<br><br>Keen vision swept the land below, and it wasn't long before she found the perfect area. A large grassy clearing surrounded by thick forest, large enough by far to accommodate her massive bulk, a slowly meandering river nearby. Here it seemed the past was alive. Flowers slept peaceful beneath the setting moon, their song waiting for the sun to crest. She could feel wildlife still abounded here, fish in the clear cold water, deer, birds, a myriad of animals not tainted by the war that surrounded them. She couldn't help but wonder why though. Wings tucked tight to her body, sending her into a spiral tight and fast towards the ground. Within herself she was laughing in delight, for to fly was indeed one of her deepest vices. Closer, closer the earth loomed, until at the very last moment when it seemed she might crash her wings unfurled, catching a quick backdraft that caused the huge trees surrounding her to bend and whip in the burst of wind she created. Hind legs met the terrain first, claws rending furrows within the soil much to her chagrin. Forepaws settled just after, and her wings came to settle quietly as her bulky head eased about, searching the surrounds. A tingle caused a shudder over her sleek spine, a tingle of magic. This was nigh a sacred place, and as her senses plunged deep within the earth, she found out why.<br><br>A dragon had died here, a Great Wyrm even older then she. Yet it had not died from being slain, nor from any other reason but natural. It had slipped away within this place, giving itself to the land, giving its magic back. Moving with a low grunt she settled upon her belly, tucking her tail about her, her front feet curled at her chest. Her neck long and strong held her triangular head high, and almondesque eyes closed. A deep breath was taken in.. and she began..<br><br>Magic of her own she began to weave, blending with that what had been left behind. A song she began to sing, a rumble and growl of draconic speech, yet if any were to hear they would surely be affected by the sheer beauty of the timbre. Wards she was placing upon her grove. Evil would not touch this place without she knowing about it, whether she was within the area or not. Then she did one more thing. To those dragon that she knew had felt her initial call she sent another call. As the sun crested over the horizon, as this place lost in time was bathed in rays of morning warmth, glinting off her silver hide,&nbsp; an image she would grace them, an image of her sanctuary. Of the beauty, the silence, the magic that still abounded here. She would send forth that image of serenity, and she would send out an invitation..words with their minds, not aware that mayhap humans might hear the call as well.<br><br><em>The time has come children, to cease this anger. The time has come to live in peace once again. Come to me, hear my words, and remember what it was like in a time long ago..</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Slay That Dragon- IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zaer Darkwail</strong> on <strong>17-05-2011, 23:23:40</strong>
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				A silence, it calmed down the boy and he took crunching bite from his apple. Enjoying it's taste in moonlight while sitting in tree. Content, happy, much as he can as orphan. Much as he can as human instead being dragon. But then again suddenly he gets new message, or more a vision. The boy felt whole message and vision intrusive, and most of all it conflicts what he knows about humans. He does not hate humans, but he hates slayers and he knows humans are well capable very evil deeds and he sees this as a trap! A deadly trap!<br><br>He grows angry, not humans, but to this silver dragon! Despite he had been taught respect elders but were elders like this? Intrusive and commanding? He's not sure but his parents were not like that! Most of all he has given up already his life as dragon, but even now his dragon magic worked for him when he drew breath and wind started blow around him like small tornado, answer passively on call on his blood to send a simple message; "Leave me alone! I am <strong>not</strong> a dragon! No more!" Boy screamed this and wind picked his words and flew away.<br><br>After long silence wind starts blow on the small sanctuary Anishal has created, then wind starts grow sharper, higher in pitch and like from loud whistle boy's words are repeated, in language of dragons! So loud it makes her ear ring from the pitch of the sound of the wind boy had created send message! Anishal could remember wind dragons, a rare kind of dragons from far east which ate no flesh but ate only green life, fruits and berries. They collected no horde but took works of wondrous art or knowledge as offerings from people who worshipped them or as payment for advice on mortal human matters and settle disputes as judges for major matters. One their talents, even hatclings, was ability manipulate wind and able use that power float and fly in unbeatable grace and speed. But same wind manipulation can be used to deliver their voices far away. Anishal sensed some anger in the sound, but also hint of fear.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Slay That Dragon- IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kaiten</strong> on <strong>18-05-2011, 01:15:38</strong>
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				As the second wave of the Great Wyrm's call echoed through his mind Azare was quick to dismiss it. As interesting as it was too hear of a Great Wyrm, he had to reevaluate his horde and find a way to take the loss of the village he had just ravaged and the one that had been under attack by another one of his kind. His own precious horde was what came first, and he could care less about a Great Wyrm. Many of them had eclipsed past mere scales and had fused metal. This of course, made it quite annoying to actually harvest anything from, even on the spare chance that he could actually take it down quickly. Fused scales made for some.... rather difficult attacks towards it he might imagine. Not to mention one mistake could possibly break his own hide in the process. It was just too out of the way and too pointless at this time.<br><br>Well that was until he had a small idea. Sure, she wasn't a viable target... but the call from a Great Wyrm would attract plenty of good sources. From Old to Young, he was sure that some would, at least, venture near to her grove. And that was something he would be interested in. Because who would suspect him? Most who knew he existed were already dead, and those who had heard of him probably thought it was just an old dragon's tale. <br><br>All he needed to do was follow one of them once they left, and then, they could be taken. Yes yes, it was quite a good idea and his smile rose again as he thought about it. With a happy roar, his stomach approved as well.<br><br>"Well, I suppose it's time to shake off the old scales. &lt;I hear you old one.&gt;"<br><br>With that small acceptance of her invitation, he started to change, his bulk increasing and his skin ripping, incredibly sharp obsidian spines and scales protruding from what was underneath, until they clasped together to from a strong but brittle carapace. Fiery cracks appeared all over his skin where his volcanic nature revealed himself, before his bright eyes shined forth, dripping with the lava from which he came. And finally, two wings broke from his back, making a shattering sound with ran through the dead valley. With a few strong beats of his wings, he took to the sky. This was a rare occurrence, which meant it deserved a rare form.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Slay That Dragon- IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wyrd</strong> on <strong>18-05-2011, 02:48:28</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font">"Tomorrow will take it away! The fear of today! It will be gooooone! Due to our magic sooongs!"</span> Jakob sang loudly with the wind as he sailed his small but strong water-strider swiftly down the brisk waters of the river. It had been at least 2 hours since he set sail, and already the great everblack trees where beginning to shrink and turn green. out in the far distance, he could see large mountains reaching for the evening sky, oh how Jakob loved the mountains, he had spent almost two weeks in this tangled forest hunting for dragons, it would be nice to strong rock beneath his feet.<br><br>When the water seemed to become much more calm, Jakob took this opportunity to check his maps. <em>'Hmmm... Much of this forest is still unmapped and unexplored, And I seem to have just left the limits of knowledge. Well, someone has to venture these parts eventually, maybe the Gods will lead me to some game.'</em> He thought as he closed his eyes briefly to take in the fresh, wet evening air. The last bit of sun light gently glistened and bounced off his dragon plate armor and the wind caused the wolf pelt cloak the hung around his shoulder to ripple in incoherent patterns.<br><br>"Ahhhh...." The blonde man sighed with content. Just as he was about to look back down to his maps, the emerald sword began to quiver violently within it's scabbard. Quickly retrieving it from the rest of the gear near the bow, he laid the sheath aside and stared intensely at the glowing, green blade. "What? What do you have to say?"<br><br>The time has come children, to cease this anger. The time has come to live in peace once again. Come to me, hear my words, and remember what it was like in a time long ago...<br><br>Jakob nearly fell of the side of the boat as he felt the steel voice within his mind. "It's her! The Wyrm! I... I heard her." '<em>How close to this thing am I?'</em> He gulped hard in his throat as small beads of cold sweat formed on his brow. He could feel his mind screaming at him to change coarse and to leave this forest forever, but Jakob is much to stubborn to not push forward. <em>'I have to see this with my own eyes. Something big is about to happen and Goddess intends fro me to witness it.</em> <br><br>After another hour of sailing, Jakob could see the thick tree ranges at right side of the river begin to become thiner and thiner. <em>'Must be getting near a clearing, I should anchor around hear and carry on by foot.'</em> Quickly, the man beached the waterstrider on an incline of sand and dirt and from their packed up some boar meat, his bow and quiver, his shield and spear, bear fur blanket, skinning knife, bandages, a water skin, canteen of dragon;s blood and lastly, his emerald sword. Taking one last look at the calm waters of the rive, Jakob set off into the thinning woods, not noing if he will ever return.&nbsp; &nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Slay That Dragon- IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ofDelusions</strong> on <strong>20-05-2011, 12:03:15</strong>
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				No one gives orders to a red. No one. When Sariarda followed the great wyrms call, it was because she was showin respect to the silvers age and because she was curious. But she would not hurry. After eating the bandits she took a few hours nap before leaving for the direction of the call.<br><br>She raised just high enough to be mistaken for bird from the ground if anyone brothered to look up. She usualy traveled that way. It was a good middleground between being careful to avoid slayers and refusing to live in human form as she did. She had a human form, true, but she rarely used it for long and it didn't hide her supernatural nature from educated observer anyway. Not with her yellow molten eyes and flaming red hair. <br><br>As she approuched the glade from northeast she noticed many other dragons approaching the same place from different directions. "This will be intereting" She muttered as she slowly started to descend.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Slay That Dragon- IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nooblet</strong> on <strong>20-05-2011, 14:12:51</strong>
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				Morning seemed to come all to fast for Leon. As usual he rose with the sun, going about to keep his kingdom running. His cooks made him a sparse meal of meat and cheese with some fruits thrown in. As he ate Leon instructed an envoy to be sent to Gallowmere. While Gallowmere's interactions with Draldinoth havnt been great lately, perhaps they'll still be open to trade. Leon needed to secure some Elixirs, and he knew Gallowmere usually had some.<br><br>After his meal, Leon strode to his throne room to converse with his advisers. Leon listened as reports of raids and border skirmishes with Cenlinoth become ever more frequent. Peace talks were failing, Cenlinoth didnt want peace. <br><br>"If they wish to make war, then they shall have it. I cannot abide to simply let them attack my people. Have the army ready, to move out," Leon gave orders, a saddened look on his face.<br><br>Leon hated war. Hated the way life was shed so carelessly. A sigh escaped his lips as another messenger came to him. Leon listened as the messenger informed him his special force had been withdrawn from the forests and were back in the castle as Leon had instructed. With a nod, Leon stood up and moved for the courtyard.<br><br>______<br><br>As the sun crested the mountains the guards atop the wall spotted a man coming towards the gate. They waited until he was in shouting distance, and withing range of their bows, before calling for him to halt.<br><br>"You there! Who are you, and what buisness do you have here?" the captain on duty called down to the man, waiting for an answer.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Slay That Dragon- IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bella90</strong> on <strong>20-05-2011, 19:26:02</strong>
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				<br>&nbsp;Vera walked quietly in the forest. The night seemed to drag on forever. She was asked to come to a kingdom, but somehow, that place seemed to be getting further and further. She sighed, and plopped down on the log. The tree must have been chopped down years ago, it was covered with plants. <br><br>&nbsp;The night was chilly, but nothing her cloak didn't fix. Her raven-colored hair was braided to the back her eyes wary studying the place, one can never be too careful. Like her great aunt used to say: "what may seem like nothing at all, may always, always turn to be the exact opposite of what it seems. Remember child, nothing is what it seems."<br><br>&nbsp;Vera thought her words as stereotypical and nothing of much importance, but a few things that happened to her in the past three years had taught her, that despite how her great aunt could really be a pain in the behind, and as stubborn as a mountain, the woman had her moments, and she definitely knew what she was talking about back then. <br><br>&nbsp;Ninjara her great white tigress gave her a low whimper placing her hand on Vera's lap. her blue eyes seemed rather exhausted. Ninjara was quite large, and more than once Vera rode her when the situation demanded it, the tigress packed some speed! But Vera hated doing that if she was in no hurry. <br><br>&nbsp;She placed a cold hand on the tigress's head. "there... your hungry aren't you my pretty?" she smiled slightly. The tigress closed her eyes. "Alright, alright, we'll start moving tomorrow." she assured her tired pet. <br><br>&nbsp;Vera closed her eyes and focused her energy around them. a few violet sparks appeared and vanished instantly, but a shield was built around them, protecting them from the dangers. "Darkness like mist provide us cover," she whispered, the element reacted instantly and mist grew thick, and foggy. <br><br>&nbsp;She let out a breath, and glanced at the earth underneath, the shield she cast was like a sphere. Covering them completely, even from under. Not even animals that lived on the ground could be able to harm them now. <br><br>&nbsp;She smiled at Ninjara, and slowly grass grew thick and green, good enough to lie on. <br><br>&nbsp;Upon resting her head, the young sorceress instantly fell asleep with thoughts of the path ahead of her. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Slay That Dragon- IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>21-05-2011, 04:43:05</strong>
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				Wotan had destroyed the village, perhaps because he'd been spurred on by thoughts of a Great Wyrm still alive. He hadn't needed to close the distance until the villagers had taken shelter in their town hall. The mines had made the towns that dotted his territory rich in metals and coin, but even the armor plates meant to keep him out didn't stop his claws, when he tore away at the structure from above, each short pass pulling more free, until he could burn it from the inside out.<br><br>Wotan stalked the ruins, twisting, and breaking anything in the path of his tail. Wotan knew it would be only a year before more settlers and prospectors would appear in the town, though he knew he wouldn't notice until chimneys began to smoke again, and slayers began making the climb to his lair, high in the mountains. It was then that he heard the call, words in his head after so long. Peace, was not a word that Wotan cherished. He'd been fighting for his entire life, in a fashion, either hiding in the mountains from enemies, or killing humans to drive them out of what was once his line's unchallenged domain.<br><br>Even though the call summoned, and somewhere, he wished to go, he would not. He lifted off from the small town, now mostly rubble with a tremendous roar. He was slow pushing away from the ground, until finally he dipped and then soared, up as far as he could go. He knew he would not go to the one who summoned. He knew the voice was dragon, but he also knew it was not like him, not a great black dragon. He turned back toward his home instead. It was somehow ironic, that, so far flung from the preferred domains of humanity, he would also have found an isolation from the demands of a Great Wyrm.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Slay That Dragon- IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AngelicBlade</strong> on <strong>21-05-2011, 22:38:24</strong>
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				Volenok examined the captain as he called down at him. He sighed looking at the bows of the guards and looked the captain in the eyes. "My name is Volenok, I am a dragon slayer, I bring goods and I'm hopping to find work. Though doesn't look like there are alot of dragons in these parts. . . Anyway, may I speak with the king?" He looked down at his battered armor and rubbed his hand over the surface of it.<br><br>He then looked into his bad and counted his scales. <span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">'Hmm, this should be enough for now.'</span> He then examined his gold puch, seeing that he had no need of gold at the moment he looked back up at the guard waiting for the answer to his question.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Slay That Dragon- IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Drakan</strong> on <strong>22-05-2011, 01:11:28</strong>
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				<em>Perhaps I should have gone West…</em>&nbsp; Even after traveling but a brief distance, Drakan would only find himself swamped by a hideous bog.&nbsp; Once this area had been blessed with forests green as emeralds, now it is a swamp ridden wasteland with minimal tree-cover home to hostile/poisonous animals and insects.&nbsp; Had he traveled west he would have met a more barren, arid climate.&nbsp; This suited him fine though, for every travel for him was not just an adventure of future profit, but a means to prove not just himself but any surrounding him that he was survivor…..a lone wolf in a nest of snakes dying to sink their teeth in the dragon alchemy business.&nbsp; Ever since the shatter of the alliance between dragon and human, dragons have proved to be lucrative following their death.&nbsp; The assorted flesh, blood, scales, bone, etc. all provided the necessities for a variety of various elixirs and potions.&nbsp; Such items were very profitable, with no signs of slowing.&nbsp; Anyone could invest in such a market if one had the ability/nerve to take on a dragon, the greatest of all predators in this land.<br><br>The profession of dragon slaying carried with it a residual form of training.&nbsp; Naturally to enter the profession one needed to possess valor, strength, and capability in order to kill even the lowest form of dragons.&nbsp; The only solution in possessing such credentials was through experience.&nbsp; However, with that experience came more than just being able to put a blade into a beast’s heart.&nbsp; Because of the intelligence of these creatures, it was more than just a test of strength.&nbsp; Strategem, ambushing, laying traps, even survival were all examples of abilities/traits that came as the slayer continued to live and slay dragons.&nbsp; Survival was an interesting trait, which normally divided into two types: adaptive, resourceful.&nbsp; Resourceful survival experts never seemed short on money or the opportunity to sleep in a comfortable bed. They are able to understand maps/terrain much easier which allows them to plot routes to the nearest towns or villages prior to their ultimate destination where they could help themselves to the pleasures of mankind without having to sleep outdoors.&nbsp; Adaptive survivalists you could say are the reciprocal of their resourceful brethren.&nbsp; Whatever money they had if any they held very tight, just enough however to live at the bare minimum.&nbsp; And even though they understood terrain and map reading as well, they preferred direct routes towards their ultimate destination, which made them able to rest in even the most remote of locations.<br><br>In this scenario Drakan was a more adaptive form of survivalist, and seeing that even after a day’s walk he was still nowhere near his destination.&nbsp; With the sun nearly setting, Drakan decided that he needed to set up camp before he lost complete daylight.&nbsp; The perfect location to set up a shelter proved difficult however.&nbsp; Because this was a swamp there was very little tree cover, and what trees that were there were either sunk beneath the boggy water or stripped of their leaves. Despite the weather not showing any immediate signs of rain, he wasn’t willing to take the chance.&nbsp; After some time, leaving him only minutes to set up his camp, he was able to find a once massive tree now toppled over on its side, split from its base.&nbsp; This would be able to provide him a means to pitch his tent so that it would be able to erect.&nbsp; Removing his backpack he unclipped his personal compartment pulling out a large animal fur from it.&nbsp; The creature that Drakan had acquired this from was no dragon but it would give him the warmth he needed to avoid hypothermia from the chill of the night.&nbsp; He placed the skin just underneath the toppled log with the hide lying at the dry earth.&nbsp; Reaching into his pack once more he pulled out another hide, this one a leather skin.&nbsp; Rolling out the hide he placed it above the snapped off trunk letting the two ends meet at the ground, giving a round triangular shape.&nbsp; A couple logs were added to anchor the ends of the leather so that it would flail around amidst a strong enough wind.<br><br>With his shelter now established the next step was to create a fire.&nbsp; With a fire there were certain rewards and consequences.&nbsp; The benefits of a fire always starts with being able to provide one with warmth.&nbsp; A fire also provided the only source of light, save for the rays of the moon which helped him avoid any sinkholes that could trap his body to the brink of death.&nbsp; The fire also helped in warding off insects and smaller species of animals thanks to the heat and smoke.&nbsp; Implementing a fire however was another task that did not come easy, especially if one didn’t have any means to carry a flame.&nbsp; Fortunately because Drakan had recently resided at an inn, he was able to obtain with him a simple matchbox, a small box containing small sticks containing a layer of dragon saliva at the tip.&nbsp; The saliva of a dragon was high combustible and when added friction against a flat plane, it created a spark large enough to set the small stick aflame so as to light a fire or use to light one’s say pipe to smoke with.&nbsp; In this case Drakan used but a single match to help light the fire.&nbsp; Naturally he would need to add small kindling to the burning material until the flame was big and strong enough to support heavier logs (leaving the wetter ones to dry by the god giving heat). <br><br>Now with a shelter and fire, he was now settled in for the night.&nbsp; Darkness now loomed swallowing the whole swamp in a blackness that only the creatures that lived here were able to navigate.&nbsp; Only the small bastion of light that remained was the one emitting from the fire.&nbsp; Drakan was now settled in his tent consumed by exhaustion thus giving his body an able rest so to prepare for the next day once the sun had risen.&nbsp; The furry hide was wrapped around him, keeping his body warm from the cold ground and the cold wind that blew outside his shelter.&nbsp; He had moved his pack inside the tent in order to safeguard his wares and personal property.&nbsp; The fire while mild at this point from the lack of feeding it wood remained however a beacon to any able to interpret the meaning behind it.&nbsp; For predators it was a sign that life was dwelling in that area, and the question then became whether or not it was worth the risk.&nbsp; Or for another traveler it served as a temporary sanctuary to warm one’s body.&nbsp; Either way Drakan was no easy sleeper; always one eye open, and one eye closed.&nbsp; His hand resting close to the hilt of his blade in case any visitor that came forth knew that this campsite was not defenseless.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Slay That Dragon- IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>bubby</strong> on <strong>23-05-2011, 07:39:49</strong>
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				Settled within her glade, she lay upon her stomach, forepaws crossed almost daintily like that lady she was, wings settled demurely over her back, her long neck high as she waited. Like a statue she seemed, like a silvery stone, no movement, so still in fact that several birds had decided that her spine was a good sunning spot. <br><br>She had mixed feelings over the reactions she had received&nbsp; to her call. A pup had outright refused, his voice, both frightened and angry whirling about her seemingly frozen form in his wind magic, causing leaves to swirl, and birds to squawk, before simply resuming their positions upon her gleaming hide. This saddened her greatly, to know that dragon would rather remain in a human state. Yet others had accepted....all pups. She knew there was another out there of a greater age, yet from this one..nothing. It mattered not. She would seek the male in her own time. <br><br>And as yet, she was quite unaware that there were humans that were aware of her arrival, or even that might come across her grove. Wise as she was, seeing that the areas had been ravaged, she truly did not know the reasons why. She hoped to gain answers to these questions by bringing the dragons to her. The answer of the young Wind did not bode well as it was. What would others say?<br><br>Would she need to prepare for battle?<br><br>Such a despairing idea, but one she would surely take on if need be. And so, with a heavy grunt and a flutter of eyes, she would lift her mighty bulk, pulling herself into a sitting position, the birds flitting away with irritated chirps, and eased her eyes to the skies. Already she could see the arrival of a small red, and she remained still, not wishing to frighten the pup. Inwardly she softly chuckled at that thought, for reds were know for their egotistical mannerisms. It would remain to be seen how this young female reacted to Anishal.<br><br>Silently she remained waiting, knowing there were others coming. She would not speak until she had a full audience. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Slay That Dragon- IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ofDelusions</strong> on <strong>26-05-2011, 19:16:43</strong>
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				Sariarda was the first to arrive. She thought that she was prepared to meet a great wyrm but she was wrong. The sheer size of the dragon stunned her. Made her feel insignificant and small. She shook herself in annoyance. She wasn't going show her feels and humiliate herself here.<br><br>When she landed she bowed her head respectfully, and after it was clear that the great wyrm wouldn't speak until more had arrived, she took her position at one side of the clearing and waited.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Slay That Dragon- IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kaiten</strong> on <strong>02-06-2011, 19:42:40</strong>
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				Azare had been wary of the other dragon age that hah felt not too long ago, but his caution soon proved to be just a small thing as that dragon apparently decided that it was not worth his time. And that of course leaned the scales in his favor. One difference that Azare had than other his age and strength, was that he was not above going out of his way to investigate, for he learned that investigation could lead to rather serendipitous situations. This time was no different. Besides the great wyrm himself, he seemed to be one of the rather older ones. This helped him in many ways. While he could probably fight toe to toe with another his age, two or more of them would be a bother. And if they knew who he was, which was possible because of his nasty habits, then of course that would bring further complications. That brought up the second advantage. The dragons here were far too young to know who he was, except possibly a story, and the great wyrm was old enough that he was still quite young when she was flying the skies.<br><br>As he circled, he saw plenty of good candidates. In the distance he could make out a great white shape. A white dragon? Good, good... Besides the obvious trophies, scales themselves were quite well prized for armors and such, as well as decoration on carriages and ships. Such a beautiful ivory gleam was always prized his such matters, and it was a strong material. That was a viable target. His eyes moved down and scanned the crowd, and a bit of a glint caught his eye. The silver hide of the Great Wyrm was indeed quite lovely. Impossible to harvest of course, but if he could, it would indeed be quite a prize. It was possible, of course, if he could kill her. Though he knew that such harvesting would take quite a bit of heat, even with his volcanic nature. With a shake of his head he moved onto the next one, a red dragon. A viable target as well. Reds especially were valuable trophies. Though few became so, those who were were usually mounted above a mantle, while lords would lie about how they got it, farcing great battles with the beasts.<br><br>With a nod, he had his marks, and he decided to make himself, known, landing rather softly on the ground before scratching away the grass where he landed and sitting down in it, his eyes focusing on the silver one before he sent her a nod.<br><br>"A pleasant grove."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Slay That Dragon- IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zaer Darkwail</strong> on <strong>04-06-2011, 01:57:53</strong>
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				No longer feeling the odd call of the ancient wyrm in his mind and body the green haired and eyed boy relaxes in his branch. His earlier wind calling had not shaked him enough make him drop the apples in his lap, so he relaxes and leans on tree trunk and chews on the apple. Trying forget soon as he can what he experienced, but truth said the call and image haunted his mind a lot......taunting him. But he shakes his head and convinces himself.<br><br>"Nay, even if it is real it's matter of time dragon hunters go there and kill us all. Better hide, be alone and enjoy life yes."<br><br>With wet crunching sounds he continues eat the apples, throw seedy centers on the ground around him while he enjoys the meal while important gathering of dragons is occurring far away residing grove.
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