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Post by leopardwaterl on Dec 26, 2007 14:46:54 GMT -5
Dark Waters watched the female draw out a sword. A little sword wasn't going to kill her she thought amused. If the female went through the gates Dark Waters would leave but she decided to fight and that would be her mistake.
Fire erupted from her mouth to melt the sword and burn the female down to the ground. Flames burnt the grass around and a blast of water made sure the fire wouldn't spread. Dark Waters let out more fire. That sword would melt and she would die trying to kill a dragon. she thought.
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Post by Deft on Dec 26, 2007 15:34:14 GMT -5
When the water fell, Devendra thrust her sword within it, the longer she could keep her sword cool, the better. She tugged her horse to a jagged side, and turned to her companion, saying,
"Do we stand and fight? Or does this dragon only beckon us within the gate?"
How do you fight a dragon? She had slain many, but only when she had bow and arrow in hand- this time, she had neither. "Do you have an arrow?"
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Post by Arthang God of War on Dec 26, 2007 16:48:21 GMT -5
"No I never been a fan of bows. Personly out here we have nether the weapons or the numbers to take one down the town will have sevral archers and if it choices to follow us there we will be better prepared to fight."
He knew he could kill that thing on his own but fighting for fighting sake was not worth it there was no honor in that. he hated taking life unless there was no other way. "shall we head in before they shut the gates."
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Post by Deft on Dec 26, 2007 17:01:14 GMT -5
"Good plan." She gave her horse a pat, muttering in soft, flowery elvish, "Khila ho, Mirk." (Follow him, Mirk.) [OOC: Haha- yes, that is proper LOTR elvish. ^^]
"My horse will follow yours; it will keep him steady. Let us just hope that this dragon is satisfied with retreat." She gave the dragon another sharp look, and felt something cool curling down her cheek- she brought her glove to her face: ash. She whipped off her glove and fingered her face: there was a long, puckering burn in a firm line on her cheek bone: hopefully that would scar...
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Post by Arthang God of War on Dec 26, 2007 17:08:44 GMT -5
"Hope you can keep up?" he moved his with his hips and turned dark to face the gate. Hith another gesture the beast ran at a pace that was inpreseve for any mount. he keept an eye out for the dragon and spured drak on but he knew he did not have to. The best was well trained by him after all it was old they had been together for a log time.
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Post by Deft on Dec 26, 2007 17:20:52 GMT -5
"Hope I can keep up? Ha! We'll see who can keep up, Vardane," she snarled, laughter furrowing into her voice, whipping her horse into movement.
He thundered into great speed, but, even still, his horse bested hers. However, Mirk managed only a few horse-widths behind, and, eventually, broke into the gate and whipped out her hand and thrust down lever, and the gates clung together. Blushed with adrenalin, she turned to Vardane and said, gruffly,
"Fine, you win." Her lips turned to a smile, and she said, "I don't know about you, but I'm in dire need of ale. What say you?"
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Post by Arthang God of War on Dec 26, 2007 17:30:55 GMT -5
"aye I am a bit parched. I must say that I not had any one keep up that close in a long time. lets leave out winged follower to the Town watch and we go put these to in the sable. Then I will treat you to a drink." he smiled he knew no one could match Drak after all he was the mount of a god. He spent nearly 1,000 years training the beast it was as smart as some mortals.
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Post by Deft on Dec 26, 2007 17:39:42 GMT -5
"Really now? Well, that's some horse. Drak, that's his name?" She eyed the horse over, slipping her hand behind her so she may lean upon the saddle: Drak was a powerful horse with an intelligent gleam about him. Another mark to add to the story: a man of fortune with a sword without definition and a powerful horse with unmatched strength and intelligence... She would never know the story behind him, would she?
"And don't be a ridiculous- your horse beat mine and I am imposing myself upon you: I will buy your drink. And whatever else you may have, mind you."
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Post by Arthang God of War on Dec 26, 2007 18:13:30 GMT -5
"Now There an offer I would be foolish not to say yes to." He gave her a smile. "Drak is from an old line of war hourses. One of his line was in that battle up there rode by the king him self I belive."
Well it was true Draks son was given to the king all those years ago. By a stranger in truth it was him he was inpressed by his skill that was a rare thing indeed noblity very rarly inpressed him.
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Post by Deft on Dec 26, 2007 18:26:39 GMT -5
"Hmph. Well, if you have any more kids, Drak- let me know; I'm sick of this foolish horse." Mirk caught the edge of her tone and brayed grumpily, she laughed and gave him a brush on the muzzle, "Oh, get a sense of humor, Mirk."
"Mirk himself is a fine mix of elves and dwarves, brave like a dwarvish pony- tough like one too; but fast and thin, like an elvish steed. I won him in a bet."
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Post by Arthang God of War on Dec 26, 2007 18:36:05 GMT -5
"he looks a fine steed. It dose not mater how powerfull your steed is if you don't get on well. Its rare drak will let any one ride him bar me. so do you know were the stable is and then lets get that drink."
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Post by Deft on Dec 26, 2007 18:52:40 GMT -5
"Well, you speak the truth- Mirk and I have a lot of fun, eh, Mirk?" She curled the reigns to the left, nodding toward the path they were winding up- it furled out unto a cluster of houses that were up ahead. "But he's not so stubborn when it comes to riders; if he has my affirmative, he'll trek anyone and anywhere: it's useful when you're evacuating a city- but not so when your enemy steals your horse. But we can't be perfect."
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Post by Arthang God of War on Dec 26, 2007 19:03:28 GMT -5
"No if we were perfect then were would the fun be in life." he saw the stables up a head they were linked to the tavern hopfully there would be some were to rest. he had not sleeped in a bed for a long time.
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Post by Deft on Dec 26, 2007 19:10:46 GMT -5
"Aha, there we are. The stable boy owes me- I'll sort this out." She dismounted and lead Mirk toward the stables, calling as she drew close,
"Well, well, stable boy. Any room in your keep for a couple more horses."
A young man, who had been bent over tufts of hay, billowing some down into a hand-basket, turned, his face shattering into a bright, clean smile, dropped the bag and rushed to them, holding out a strong hand to Deft and saying,
"Devendra Kallin back at last. How long has it been?" She caught his palm and began to thoroughly sake it,
"Seven years, eh, Rylin?"
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Post by Arthang God of War on Dec 26, 2007 19:21:48 GMT -5
vardane dismounted and held Drak the hourse hut him with his nose. he smiled and petted the beast behind the ear. he wondered were this was all going.
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