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Post by Deft on Dec 22, 2007 13:52:51 GMT -5
"The dragon wars. I just wish I was there to see it- men of all the kingdom uniting under one helm to protect their fatherland... It's very idealistic." She laughed, something sharp and steely in her eyes- she had always liked pretty pictures like that- and then, winding back to reality, she said, as the closed in on the town's gates, "It will mean dangerous passage; more thieves and ransomers... we will have to be weary."
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Post by Arthang God of War on Dec 22, 2007 14:23:03 GMT -5
"Yes the dragon wars seamed idelistic now." he was lost in the thought. he lost many close friends in the battle. it was blood bath. many died that day some did not know what they were fighting for. He rembered one boy who was fighting becase of a romantic idear.
"I shure between the two of us we can see them off." he snaped out of his day dreaming it was a dangerous thing for him to do.
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Post by Deft on Dec 22, 2007 14:30:54 GMT -5
She looked at him- he seemed heavy in thought, a shadow hanging limply there...
"Well, it's why I fight, anyway. For the ideals: the peaceful world, the evil vanquished, et cetera, et cetera... They're all we have. The low soldiers."
And now she was getting sentimental. Dammit.
"Well, so long as we're careful." Paranoia was a trait mandatory for a Ranger.
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Post by Arthang God of War on Dec 22, 2007 14:41:50 GMT -5
"realy with out evil there would be no good. with out war there be no peace. Every thing needs its oposet to be realt. You see how do you define good or peace?"
He had a habit of going in to this sort of thing. he never been a fan of people who fight for the grater good people fight for land power and wealth. every battle in the world has been boiled down to that.
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Post by Deft on Dec 22, 2007 14:55:34 GMT -5
"Hey- don't get me wrong- war is how I make my living, eh? But fighting for the good is all I know; I have never quarreled over land or oil or... maybe vengeance- I am not above vengeance- but what else is there, really? Maybe the man on top is hoping to gain something, but us lowlings? Oh, no: we fight for three things: for survival, to defend our families or what is right, and, occasionally, the love of battle. Without the existence of the idea of good- what else is there to fight for? In may not be real, but, if not for that, why do we keep fighting?" She looked to him again, and said, "But this is the hope of the low-rankers, the rangers... perhaps you, being a man of fortune, hopes to gain something else other then peace from war?"
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Post by Arthang God of War on Dec 22, 2007 15:08:59 GMT -5
"You hit the nail on the head your grunt he fights becase he has to. weather he forced in to it by some lord. Or weather he knows that he will lose all he cares for if he dose not. you see it all come down to the soldiers prayer."
Those words the soldiers prayer they allway came back to him it summed him up perfectly. she was right your grunts did not care what was in it for the lord. They just wanted to keep there home safe.
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Post by Deft on Dec 23, 2007 16:22:38 GMT -5
"Soldier's prayer? Oh, I'm defiantly familiar with that one, if I catch your meaning: 'Arthang, God of War, let me stab him before he gets me first. Please." She laughed, and then said, "Well- if the God of War answers- I've gotten more help then I deserve; I can't tell you how many lucky breaks I've had over the years. Especially when I was younger." She cringed- bad memories there...
"Well, he's my favorite of the Gods- not that I know any personally," she smiled at her clumsy wording, "I mean- but still. It is my line of work. Shame what they've done to the temples, though. No self respecting swordsmen would ever go in there, not with all those... rich overlords hanging about."
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Post by Arthang God of War on Dec 24, 2007 3:01:00 GMT -5
"Yes I always found gods seam to help those who help them self. I go in to the tempels from time to time."
In truth he would not go in but it was a god thing. Bad form to abandon you temples. look how thing had goten during his nap of 999 years. No wonder the cry of war had woken him. he was glad of it soon he would sort thing and bring respect to the temples.
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Post by Deft on Dec 25, 2007 1:36:38 GMT -5
"Hm. Well- I'm a little biased; I have a... homegrown loathing for men who hire warriors or assassins." She winced internally, but kept her form and expression light- they were nearing the wall now...
She gave Mirk a stout pat on the neck- he picked up speed a bit; she was anxious to get inside- it had been a long while since she'd had something warm too eat.
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Post by Arthang God of War on Dec 25, 2007 6:40:25 GMT -5
"well for the assassin and the warriors its a way to make a living every soldier gets payed its just another job I sapose. I don't know what else I could do if I was not a soldier." he gestured for drak to keep along side.
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Post by Deft on Dec 25, 2007 12:13:55 GMT -5
"Hm. Well, old prejudice, I suppose." She sighed, fingering the back of her neck, "They die hard."
And she tugged her horse to a stop- they were at the wall. It was, all an all, something she would not like to have fought against- it was rather large, a little imposing, but large tufts of moss were peeling from the cracks between the storm cloud grey stone. An, upon it, there perched a gangly gateman, how looked to them- he did not seem very impressed.
"Ho, there- gateman! Draw it back, eh?"
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Post by Arthang God of War on Dec 25, 2007 15:02:02 GMT -5
"Yeah many a war has been cased by an old grudge."
He looked around the place looked well defended but then so was most places in the area. He looked at his companion she seamed like she not been in a place like this for a long time
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Post by Deft on Dec 25, 2007 17:22:28 GMT -5
"War? Ah- Not by war. It was a... my father was that sort of man." She cleared her throat- it was more a way to cut off her own awkwardness then anything else (it was, after all, a raw subject for her: she and her father were not on exactly the best terms, to say the least...), and looked back to the gate man.
"Well, well. If it isn't the knight of western- I could recognize that- that belching lion on your front anywhere- with a friend, eh? Come back to destroy another tavern for us, have you?" He placed his slender hands on his hips, raising a silvery eyebrow.
"You know for a fact that that was not my fault," she snarled- dammit, she knew there'd be trouble at this village... stupid gatesman,"What would you have me do? Let him devour that kid? Would you rather have some d**ned whiskey or your life- eh? And, besides. That was seven years ago. And- and it's not belching. It's roaring," she trust a hand towards her chest- pointing out the lion's mouth.
"Ah, yes. Some life it's been- you know who's tavern that was? I've had to work here ever since I've lost my livelihood and you and your little- little ogre friend-"
"Friend? I sliced his bloody head off!"
"It was a conspiracy! You were conning us for some hospitality, weren't you?"
"Just open up the d**ned gates so I can prove to you that I reserve head slicing for my enemies, gate keeper!" Her hand was placed firmly on her belt, but did not draw it: her companion would probably not like this. She looked to him, conflicted- causing him trouble was not something she had in mind, but her honor code was being difficult...
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Post by leopardwaterl on Dec 25, 2007 17:44:43 GMT -5
Suddenly a roar was heard. A dragon roar. A blue dragon, young, female, and of course evil.
Dark Waters flew above the two angry that they dare come here. This is a place for dragons only. This is where her mother Wingclaw died. They don't belong here! For a first warning she let a flood of water came form her mouth to pour on the heads and bodies below. If that didn't work flames would come and burn and they would die in terror.
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Post by Deft on Dec 25, 2007 18:09:32 GMT -5
"What the- what the devil is this? A dragon? Here?" Her horse reared wildly, his great, brassy arms flailing in the icy spill- dammit, that was cold...
Coughing, she shouted to her steed, "Mirk!" She said something soothing in elvish, and he tossed his head lightly, coming down in a state of frantic, but silent, quiet panic. She gave him a stiff pat, "That's a boy..."
The gateman, his skin now matching his shock of silvery hair, flapped his arms in a gusto of horror and cried, as shrill as the fall of water from the dragon, "The gate is yours! Just kill the dragon!" And he plunged himself from the wall, flinging the gear to open the gate in motion- the gate drew open, but there was something else to be dealt with now...
She drew her sword in a clatter of light and sound, and reigned her horse steady- but if this thing spat fire...
"Let me get my enemy before she gets me," she murmured, her lips curling into an ironic smile.
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