Dragon Wars

[Vhaeraun]

Thanks to Dark_hunter4 for coming up with the idea and allowing me to develop it.


The Dragon Wars

Ten thousand years ago, the dragons were first born. These majestic creatures of legend weren’t numerous in the early years, numbering barely above 20. As time went on, those 20 bred and within a thousand years, numbered in the millions. Humanity, meanwhile, watched in horror as their world was taken over by these creatures. They tried fighting back. Thus started the Dragon Wars; these decade long partitions showed the ferocity and cunning of the humans, and the ruthlessness and anger of the dragons. These wars lasted for over five thousand years.

Over time, the dragons died, falling to the blades of the rumoured “Dragonslayers.” These mythical hunters had seemingly unstoppable power, leaving graveyards of dragons in their wake. One day, however, their power seemed to die. Either that or the dragons learned of their killers, and banded together and fought. Nevertheless, near a small town in what was once called Britain, the bodies of 6 humans were found surrounded by a dozen rotting corpse of dragons. No one could find any explanation to the gruesome scene, except that these were the fabled dragonslayers.

And with the death of the dragonslayers came the death of humanity’s hope. The remaining humans, with a remaining population of about ten million, fled underground into caverns they had built centuries ago just in case they had to do just this. Humanity became but a memory in the minds of the dragons, and peace reigned on the surface world as the dragons nursed the wounds caused by the Wars.

Still, peace was relative. Some dragons felt there was a need for a civilized society much like what we once called democracy, others felt there was a need for isolation of the individual tribes, still others called for a single ruler to unite the dragons under one banner. The disagreements led to the civil war between the dragons. If they thought the fighting against humanity was harsh, nothing prepared them for the carnage they suffered during the infighting of the species.

This war has lasted to this day. Now, however, two dragons hold sway over the world: Losanir, king of the Ka’tarnis, and Itornal, king of the Tarrasque. The Ka’tarnis are bloodthirsty, bathing in the blood of those they’ve killed, turning their pale skin a crimson red, stained with the blood of their enemies. They rip apart the unfortunate with their claws and teeth and, after years of bloodshed, the massive tooth imbedded in their tails that all Ka’tarnis must endure. They take a tooth from one of their fallen brethren and thrust it through their tail. This ritual signifies the entrance of young Ka’tarnis to the ranks of elder, and they learn how to use this tail weapon within 20 years of the ritual.

The Tarrasque, meanwhile, are the magicians. They have learned to harness the power of nature, and most wield lightning as their main element. This has turned most Tarrasque pale silver. This also makes the Tarrasque a fearsome foe. They rarely use their claws, and only have their teeth because they still need to eat. The leaders of this tribe are a pale golden, the magic of the planet flowing in their veins.

Humanity, however, seems to have prospered in the centuries since they fled from the dragon’s wrath. They’ve established vast underground highways to connect other massive caverns as they’ve repopulated and grew. With around 300 million people, humanity has vastly changed over the years. They’ve grown stockier, and learned to listen to the earth. As such, humanity has kept a close eye on the events taking place miles above them. With this knowledge, humanity has been content to let the tribes fight it out in hopes of returning to the surface when one tribe triumphs over the other.

Still, there are some who believe humanity should take back their rightful place in “The World Above” and fight the dragons as they did so many millennia ago. These few, known as the “Order of the Broken Tooth,” believe humanity was wrong to retreat underground. This group has been around since humanity fled, thought by many to have been started and led for years by the dragonslayers. The order uses the sketch of a broken dragon tooth as its emblem, and indeed, the head of the order has access to a broken dragon tooth, which furthers the point that it was started by a dragonslayer. This radical group is constantly at opposition with the ruling order, and occasional fighting breaks out in the streets between the order and the ruling army.

Three days ago, the royalty grew fed up with the fighting. They gave in to the order, and granted the head of the order an audience with the ruler, King Jonathan Cross. This audience is scheduled for today.


Characters: Now, I don’t want too many people in this RP. I was thinking around 4 or 5. The backgrounds will be fine no matter what they are. And keep in mind that humans in this story are closer to dwarves due to the thousands of years underground. They may or may not have the massive beards, but it’s up to you.

Name:
Age:
Occupation:
~~Rank: If applicable
Appearance:
Bio:

I want the characters PM’ed to me for approval before postage. Once I get 5 people in this, I’ll make the first post.

[Dusty]

Question is this in the past or in the future like riegn of fire? Do the humans have future stuff it it is?

[Vhaeraun]

Question is this in the past or in the future like riegn of fire? Do the humans have future stuff it it is?
My thought was that it happened in the future, but being driven underground destroyed humanity's technological advances. I don't remember what tech was in Reign of Fire, so I cannot compare it to that. All I can say is that the tech is probably closer to modified medieval weaponry (Modified = different material, different shape, better edges, stuff like that)

[Dusty]

Ah okay. In riegn of fire they had basiclly modern weapons with a few high tech things thrown in. Can we play as dragons?

[Vhaeraun]

Ah okay. In riegn of fire they had basiclly modern weapons with a few high tech things thrown in. Can we play as dragons?
Possibly later, but for now, just humans.

[Dusty]

Name:Sam Alexander
Age:23
Occupation:Ranger/archer
Rank:apprentice
Appearance:Short about 4" 1'. Has brown hair and startling green eyes. Wears a lethear jacket and carrys arrows with him on his back.
Bio:Was born in a cave far off from the main roots of transport. He quickly gained a love of hunting cave creatures and useing bow and arrows. After going through his comeing of age caerimony he went to the capital city to train as a ranger. The famed few who venture above ground to gather news on the dragons. He is currently training under Master Jin. One of the best rangers in the army.....

[Vhaeraun]

Name:Sam Alexander
Age:23
Occupation:Ranger/archer
Rank:apprentice
Appearance:Short about 5" 3'. Has brown hair and startling green eyes. Wears a lethear jacket and carrys arrows with him on his back.
Bio:Was born in a cave far off from the main roots of transport. He quickly gained a love of hunting cave creatures and useing bow and arrows. After going through his comeing of age caerimony he went to the capital city to train as a ranger. The famed few who venture above ground to gather news on the dragons. He is currently training under Master Jin. One of the best rangers in the army.....
I wanted it PM'ed...

[Spartan-II]

PM me back, Vhaeraun. I want to know some of those things. :P

[Vhaeraun]

Don't :P me. I'm doing 2 or 3 things at once right now so shush ;p

[100thlurker]

Name:Laurias Acarsic
Age: 32
Occupation: Skilled freelancer (Mercenary that doesn't need to be paid if he finds a cuase is worthy, they only need to cover the cost of food.)
Appearance: He is an oddity among humans these days. Unbelieavably tall at 4'9, with somewhat fair skin. Laurias seems to have problems with his facial hair, as he cuts off any sign of a beard instantly. Fair skinned, but his night vision is lacking slightly. He wears flowing robes, a helmet, goggles that block dirt, a scarf over that, and several seaths for his weapons. Despite the fact that he is not paid, freelancers are often given gifts for valiant service. One such reward was a carbine musket. Lighter, and not quite as long, it suffers from lack of accuracy and effiency when compared to other muskets. It has been modified to shoot metal darts. The whole weapon is white, with faintly imprinted patterns of vines, and leaves. He also uses a lance, made completely out of metal, and also white.
Bio: When he was born, he seemed normal. Then all that he once was changed. He returned home at 8 years old and was exhuasted, but his eyes were bright and wide. His heart thumped so loudly he thought anyone could hear it beating.

Laurias promised himself that day, that he would become tall again, and be more akin to his race when they dwelled on the surface. He often is against humanities borrow attempt into the earth. That young man promised himself.

Now he bears a personnal vendetta against the red dragons. He claims that none of this would of been a problem if it weren't for the red dragons. Ever since he learned all he could, and trained for war, and now he roams the interconnected halls, offering his services to cuases he deems fit to be served. The "Order of the Broken Tooth" is one of them.

Approved by Vhearuan by PM.

[Nickodemus]

Hmmmm, i might but i don't know. If i make it i do... if not o well. this requires thought.

[Dusty]

I wanted it PM'ed...
Crap sorry man. Didn't see that >.< Is it okay or do you want me to change it?

[Vhaeraun]

Well, 4'3" is the average height, so 5'3" isn't short. Forgot to mention that fact, but meh.

Looks alright, aside from that.

[Dusty]

Its fixed. BTW are you going to NPC some dragons? We can't really develope the dragon side ofthe story unless we get something from there point of view.

[Dark_hunter4]

your welcome, id like to see this get very far as well

[Vhaeraun]

Its fixed. BTW are you going to NPC some dragons? We can't really develope the dragon side ofthe story unless we get something from there point of view.
We have to get to that point first ;)

[Spartan-II]

Name: Cassius Andros

Age: 35

Occupation: Guardian of the Order of the Broken Tooth

Rank: Guardian

Appearance: Cassius stands at an abnormal 4'7". He has jet black hair, sapphire eyes, and no facial hair whatsoever. He is muscular, but not so much that it gets in the way. He can always be seen wearing his custom tailer leather outfit. It is skin tight, but flexible, allowing for dexterous movement while not being a hindrance. He wears a single longsword, and carries a shortbow with a quiver of arrows on his back.

Bio: His family has been in the Order of the Broken Tooth since it's conception. His weapons have been passed down through his family since they first fled underground. his sword is almost as tall as him, but he is able to wield it like his ancestors of old because of his strength.

As a small boy, his father and mother always played games with him. They played puzzle solving games, riddles, and told him stories of the old times. Little did he know that they were conditioning him for his service in the Order.

When he was 16, his aprents took him to his first meeting. There he was inducted into the order, and given his first tasks. These tasks were simple. Running errands like picking up supplies and dropping letters off. As he grew older, his duties expanded. He began recruiting people in his early twenties, and teaching them the ways of old. He helped do many things, such as enforce Order rules, and to silence those who would betray them.

At the age of 30, his father died of the Black Blight, and he took his place in the guardians circle. The Guardians of the Order of the Broken Tooth are the elite. They fight for the order, but they are much more than common thugs. They direct other members, and act as something akin to field officers. They are diplomats, enforcers, and are skilled in many areas.

[kongurous]

Vhae: please read my PM, I'm awaiting a response eagerly <_<

[Vhaeraun]

I thought I did reply >.>

[kongurous]

I thought I did reply >.>

Just got it.


Name: Andrew Brytnoth
Age: 31
Occupation: Hunter
~~Rank: none
Appearance: Andrew stands about 4'6" with a great crimson beard and long hair tied back into a ponytail. He favors mail armor and uses an enchanted blunderbuss rifle that occassionally sprews flame.
Bio: Andrew was born to a father who was a frontiersman, one who lived on the boundries of the caverns and watch for two things: intruders coming in, and the humans intruding on other creatures deep down in the earth. Andre never knew his mother. As soon as he could walk, he and his father pressed deeper down into the caverns, relying on their adaptations for the underground and their guns to protect them from the dark creatures born from time immemorial.

When Andrew was sixteen, he made a mage. An eccentric fellow, this mage carried an air of insanity and was indeed a quirky man. He took Andrew's rifle, saying he could make it better. Andrew, being gullible and trusting, accepted the offer. A week later, the gun, which once had a steel, rifled barrel was purple instead of silver. The mage said it would now shoot flame like a flamethrower... it has only done this twice.

When Andrew turned twenty-four, he went to the ruling body of his cavern and offered his services as an adventurer and frontiersman. As the rulers were going to expand the caverns anyway, they accepted. Ever since this day, he's been at the forefront of the expansion effort, fighting off whatever existed before they got there and helping out everyone for the benefit of all.

However, there was a darker side to Andrew. You see, his father was a member of the Order of the Broken Tooth, and while Andrew wants to help out, he has also joined this order and has reluctantly fired upon his fellow man only twice. Both of these times, the gun spewed flame.

For his dedication to the betterment of mankind and for his dedication to the Order, he was chosen to be in the audience sent to the king, Jonathon Cross.

[Vhaeraun]

I'd like one more character before I start this.

[Dark_hunter4]

if i could i would join, nice thing you got going here but i have school trouble as i listed in my pm, sry i cant join sounds like it would be fun

[Vhaeraun]

if i could i would join, nice thing you got going here but i have school trouble as i listed in my pm, sry i cant join sounds like it would be fun
No worries.

Again, still need one charrie. Someone find me someone

[Raging-Fury]

Name: Nathanial Horn
Age: 25
Occupation: Berzerker
Rank: Adept
Appearance: Stands at an abnormally tall 4’9” with muscles that are huge in proportion to the rest of his body. Wears a medium armor consisting of light plates of steel and layers of leather underneath. Carries a broadsword for combat and a dagger underneath his armor for desperate times. Has long Black hair and light blue eyes with a full goatee that he keeps neatly trimmed.
Bio: Was born in one of the oldest cave cities, he was a large boy from birth, he was always good in sports and games and began to develop his body as soon as he was able. He had a hate for dragons instilled upon him from an early age and joined the army in hopes that one day the order of the Broken tooth would take hold and he would get a chance to do what he wanted. Berzerker is the only word to describe him because of his size and sheer power. Otherwise he is a nice guy who would not hurt a fly, just dragons, or enemies of the order.

[Vhaeraun]

And here it is folks. The post you've been waiting for! WARNING: It is fairly long, so be prepared for a nice read ;)


Jonathan Cross sat upon the throne, eyes drooping slightly as he waited for the famed “Leader of the Order of the Broken Tooth” to arrive. Honestly, Jonathan thought his fame was ill-begotten, but who was he to denounce a highly regarded faith within the world?

As those who were invited arrived, still no sign of any from the order. Jonathan sighed. He didn’t know this man, but something told him that he would be arriving with a bang. This intrigued, but intimidated, Cross, who believed that if the head of the order was as important as he made himself out to be, he’d walk through the door with an air of superiority.

Cross was also intimidated by the attendees. Being only 4’4” himself, Cross found himself staring wondrously at those massive beings who sat in his audience hall now.

And then, the doors closed, and none strode forth. Cross sat forward in his chair, knowing in his heart something was about to happen. And it did.

With a thunderous slam, the doors to the audience hall burst open, slamming hard into the walls. Held open by two seemingly huge humans, in strode an equally tall human. His voice projected steadily over the banter in the hall: “Hear ye. I am, Cassius Andros, Guardian of the Order of the Broken Tooth. I am deeply honoured to present to you the present leader of the Order of the Broken Tooth, Draco Fellbane.”

Trumpets sounded, and in walked a host of guards, all clad as those who held the doors firmly in place. The guards walked in without a sound, and took up positions around the room. Cross raised an eyebrow. The order had amassed a nice army, it seemed. Cross was relieved he decided to hold this hearing rather than having to fight these monsters.

Next followed a massive chariot, held aloft by another 4 massive guards. It seemed as if everyone in the order were abnormally large. This chariot was borne through the audience hall, and was set down at the footstep of Jonathan. Expecting Fellbane to issue from within, his eye never left the chariot.

“Jonathan Cross. It’s a pleasure to finally meet you in person.”

Cross looked around. The voice didn’t come from within the chariot, but instead from the door of the hall. Standing within the doorway was a man who looked as though he had just walked in from a hard day of work. The man seemed to be covered from head to toe in soot, and had a glint in his eye; a glint one would see from a hunter.

Cross shuddered, “What are you doing in here, foul worker? Begone.”

The man laughed heartily, “Once a fool, always a fool. Poor, silly Jonathan. Always believing that masters have to look the part of a master. Don’t you realize that from the looks I’m getting from those surrounding you, that I could possibly be THE Draco Fellbane? Foolish boy.”

Cross looked disgusted, but before he could say anything, Draco spoke once more, “No matter. I forgive you. Now, to get on with this audience.”

Striding forward, Draco left ashen footprints all over the velvet carpeting, drawing yet another scowl from the king. Noticing nothing, however, Draco stopped by the chariot, and turned to survey the room. He looked around long and hard before he spoke again, “Dear humans, I come before you with a proposition. Such a proposition hasn’t been heard by human ears for over four thousand years. My proposition is to go to the surface and fight against the dragons once more.”

The gasp from the audience hall abounded across the room. Draco waited until the sounds died down before he elaborated, “I know, this is probably a shock to hear, but please hear me out. As most of you know, the Order of the Broken Tooth has been around ever since we fled underground. However, none ever had the audacity to fight these beasts. None since them. Everyone knows of whom I speak. Those select few who killed dragons, in a vain attempt to cleanse the planet of them. Yes, I speak of the Dragonslayers. This group of people risked their lives for us. They put their life on the line so WE could have a normal life. And what happened? We fled after they all ended up dead.”

Whispers arose in the room again, and Draco graciously waited. Yet again, when the sounds died off, he continued, “Now you’re probably wondering ‘Who is this to be making such claims?’ Well, first of all, I’m the head of the Order of the Broken Tooth, an order reputedly thought to have been founded by the dragonslayers themselves. I am here to make a claim that none can refute.”

And with that comment, Draco ripped the silk curtains of the chariot off, and the room went up in roars. For upon the chariot sat – even Cross was amazed – a perfect tooth. The tooth, as wide as Cross was tall and twice as tall, seemed to be made of solid gold. It glinted in the firelight, sending spectacular rainbow sparkles high on the walls. Draco shouted, now waiting for the uproar to end, “This is what I bring to you. This tooth was taken by the dragonslayers themselves and used as a basis for which this order sits upon. This order was not reputedly founded by the dragonslayers, but indeed, its founding council was those lost warriors of lore. And this is what I tell you. I have the teachings of those men and, with it, the power to rid the world of dragons!”

Cross was stupefied by these claims. Still, Draco presented a hard case. Cross sat back, bemused by what Draco said. Draco turned back to Cross and spoke as if to himself, the room forced to quiet in order to hear him, “All my life I’ve been in the shadow of the dragonslayers, and all my life, I’ve fought with the inner inhibitions given to me by my ancestors. Now, I believe is the time to strike. The dragons have become too complacent for their own good, and now I believe is the time to take back what is ours.”

Cross spoke for the first time since Draco started, “And what makes you believe that?”

Draco chuckled, noting the doubt in Cross’s statement, “Ah, to answer that question, I would be forced to relate tales that most wouldn’t like related. All I will say is this. A month from this day – the order has kept close track of this – is the five thousand year anniversary of the race of humans disappearing from the surface world. For five thousand years, dragons have ruled the world above. And I for one believe the time of man has returned.

“I do not ask for many. In fact, I was looking for five to accompany me. Why five, you ask? Five with me would total six, and six is the number of dragonslayers that fell to the dragons in one battle. Six is the number which changed the world, and six shall be the number which changes the world again.”

Cross burst into laughter at this, “Six?! Against how many? You’ll surely be killed.”

Draco turned and narrowed his eyes at the king, and stayed like this for a few moments, “Ah, but that’s where you’re wrong. In fact, I present a hard case to those who accompany me. No matter their current standing, upon agreeing to accompany me, those who come will not only be made a guardian in the order – a high honour amongst the order, for those who don’t see the point – but will also receive something only six people in the world will have: They will have a weapon of choice crafted out of this tooth.”

Cross scoffed, “So what’s the point of a dragon tooth weapon and a rank to the dead?”

Draco sighed softly, “Still you do not realize, you foolish man. Even most of those who aren’t versed in literature, they know that the only way to kill a dragon is with a tooth from a dragon. What a paradox, I’m sure: trying to kill a creature that carries its own bane in its mouth.”

Draco turned and surveyed the crowd. Looking over a few who appeared to be strong, he spoke once more, seemingly to himself again, “So many candidates; so little time.”

Speaking aloud to the crowd, he said forcefully, “So, who’s willing to come with me into seemingly certain death – at least, certain in the eyes of skeptics – and be heroes?”

Taking a deep breath, Draco went and stood on the steps before the great Jonathan Cross. Cross was fuming, but Draco tossed a meager smile before turning his back on the king, awaiting volunteers for his crusade.

[100thlurker]

"Luarias Acarsic offers the Lord Draco the Service of more than the strength of his spear and gun, he offers him his total mind and heart to fight the dragons," a pleasant, propperly slurred voice boomed.

Many eyes turned to a unseemly tall man in dirtstained, but richly flowing robes. Stepping foward the man kneeled and laid his lance flat upon the ground.

[kongurous]

Andrew Brytnoth looked around for a short moment before firmly gripping his gun. Mail rattling, the man cracked the tendons in his neck and stepped forward towards the no man's land.

"Draco, I offer my gun and my experience to your crusade. May those treacherous wyrms feel our wrath." Andrew said, and bowed low.

[OOC: Sorry for the short as hell post, but I really don't have much to work with <_<]

[Spartan-II]

After introducing Draco, and listening to his speech to King Cross, he waited for other to volunteer. Two stepped forward and pledged themselves to the cause.

Seeing that some of the others we hesitating, he stopped forward, and knelt.

"Draco, I pledge my sword to you now as I did before. I wish to walk upon the Earth that was rightfully ours, and I will die for a chance to do so!"

Draco looked at him, smiled, and surveyed the others.

[Dusty]

((My posting is going to be spardoic I've been grounded so you can take over my guy if you need to))


My master and I were in the bkac of the large room during the whole speech. I notice a thoughtful look in his eye. "You want to go don't you?" I ask queitly.
"Me? No, I'm to old. I think you should go," he answers. He looks over to see the look of shock on my face. "You can't train under me forever. You need to go forge your own destiny. Plus they will need someone like you who has been to the surface," he explains.

"Sir. I've only been up twice. I don't have the expirence for a mission like this!" I argue.
"Another reason for you to go. I hereby release you from apprentice-ship. Your last lesson and order from me is to go on this mission," he says.
I gulp and turn to face the stage. Okay you can do this I think to myself. I step slowly down the isle. When I reach the front Draco's voice booms around the room.
"Who might you be?" he ask.
"I-I'm Sam Alexander. Master Jin's former apprentice. I've have come to pledge my self to this undertakeing," I stammer.
"Master Jin's pupil? Very well. We need a ranger," he mutters....

[Raging-Fury]

Nate could hardly believe his ears, the opportunity he had been dreaming of had finally arrived! Nate looked around and realized with dismay that the slots were filling up quickly and he needed to hurry. He pushed his way forward from the back of the crowd and was one step from the aisle when his leg was caught from behind and he fell face first into the middle of the aisle to laughter from most of the hall and a scowl from the two leaders at the front.

"Nathanial Horn stepping up to the task sir, sorta..." He said pledging his service with a huge blush spread across both cheeks. Draco sighed and nodded waving him over.

[Vhaeraun]

Draco looked over his group. They looked rag-tag, but that would change in time. They would grow as a group, and would soon be as tight-knit as those select before them.

Turning his back to the knights, he strode up the stairs and brought himself before Jonathan Cross. Smiling, he turned to the crowd with his hands raised in the air. Holding this pose, he spoke confidently, “Humanity, I give you your champions. These five will accompany me to their destiny. Please give them a cheer!”

The cheer was raucous but bolstered the spirits of those who chose to give up their lives here to go on a quest that seemed to be doomed to fail, but Draco held high hopes.

Continuing, Draco said to his champions, “Now, I would recommend you all go wrap up whatever loose-ends you may have. Say good-bye to your loved ones. Live up your life here, for the chances of you seeing these walls again soon are slim. In a week’s time, we shall depart, for your weapons must be created, and while that won’t take too long, it won’t be soon either. It shall be at least a day of work for each of you.”

The five stood, retrieved their weapons from the foot of the stairs, but none moved. Cross, despising Draco every moment he stood in his presence, shouted, “The audience is over! Tarry no longer!”

At those words, the crowd dispersed. Draco walked down to the champions, and ushered them out the door. They all walked away, seemingly dejected, save for Cassius, who had no where else to go. Draco whistled shrilly, and his guards left the audience hall, picking up the chariot holding the tooth as they did. As the door closed, Draco saluted the fuming Cross.

Smiling, he turned to his right-hand man and asked as they began leaving the palace, “So, what do you think of the situation, my dear Cassius? Do you think we can do it?”

Cassius stopped walking for a moment before saying anything, “I don’t know, sir. They seem able, but looks can be deceiving.”

Draco nodded, “Aye, but there’s only one way to be sure, and that’s to try it. Most of them seem to have nothing to lose, and everything to gain.”

As they left the palace, Draco motioned to the chariot holders. He looked at Cassius, and said, “Well, this is where I leave you. I have to begin work on these weapons. I bid you stay well, and not to dwell on the possible outcomes too much. Oh, and until I say otherwise, I put you in my stead. There shouldn’t be much for you to do in the next week, but I’d rather be safe than sorry.”

Turning on his heel, Draco strode off, with the chariot at his heels. He trusted Cassius – more than he should and less than Cassius deserved – so he felt that he was leaving the order in able hands. After all, forging these items seemed much more important than running an organization, and Draco didn’t want this job done by just any blacksmith.

(OOC: Alright, feel free to do whatever. I'll post again whenever I get another chance to spend a couple hours writing.)

[Dark_hunter4]

holy shit man, i cant keep up with this post rate, ill check once every day, but there is always a new page, gj :)
glad to see something I started, well sorta just my original piece was shitty and sorry as hell, w/e the teacher is right behind me and i g2g gl with it vhaeraun

[Dusty]

Dude were waiting on you to post. Plz hurry up.

[Vhaeraun]

Dude were waiting on you to post. Plz hurry up.
k. I'll edit something in by Thursday or Friday (Have an essay and a project due Wednesday >.>)

[Vhaeraun]

Draco strode confidently through the streets, heading toward one of those few in the city he knew he could trust earnestly. This man, whom Draco had known for his entire life, was the only one alive who could do what Draco needed.

Reaching a doorway in the stone wall, Draco knocked. Once; twice; once more; thrice. And then he waited.

And from within, a sound; a bar was being drawn back, a chain being removed, and then silence. The door swung inwards without a sound, revealing a man. A tall, old man, aged beyond his appearances. He had a white beard hanging down past his knees, with no hair on the top of his head. His eyes stared hard at the newcomers before his countenance softened. Smiling, he said amiably, “Welcome, Draco. I’ve been expecting you. Please, come in and make yourself at home.”

Nodding graciously, Draco stepped into the room, finding – quite surprisingly – there to be enough room for his chariot to enter with him. Following the man, he walked slowly through winding paths to the center of the forge.

Having been around forges before, Draco wasn’t too surprised. However, he was dumbfounded by the sheer size of this one. Easily ten times the size of the largest forge Draco had ever worked, this forge also seemed to be ten times hotter as well. Draco, who normally wasn’t phased by heat, felt himself start sweating from the sweltering heat. The old man, however, showed no sign of the heat bothering him, leading him along the edge of the furnace and into the middle of the room.

Turning back to face Draco, he spoke, “Yes, it is a wondrous work of art, is it not? I built it myself, delving deep into the earth for the fires within. As such, this is the only forge capable of creating the weapons that you seek.”

Draco, knowing the man had ways of learning what he was thinking, said nothing, but he smiled. Glancing back at the tooth, he asked, “When can we get started?”

The old man chuckled, “My friend, I’ve already started.”

Draco looked puzzled, but then the man swept back his cloak and Draco glimpsed a set of gold short swords. Amazed, Draco looked on with awe as the man drew them both, showing off the pommels: One had a ruby inlaid, the other a sapphire. The blades gleamed in the intense firelight. Captivated, Draco watched in awe as the man spun the blades dexterously.

But then, Draco was shocked again. Without a thought, the man plunged the blade into the molten lead pouring on his right, submerging his arm up to the elbow. Draco was mortified; such beautiful creations shouldn’t be treated this way, but the man was paying for it, his arm was going to be boiled away by the lead.

The man was smiling. Draco’s horror gave way to confusion. And then he pulled his arm out of the molten metal. There was not even a hair missing from it, the sword still perfect. The man explained, “I already knew that you didn’t know of the properties of dragonblades. These weapons ensure the wielder’s protection against all heat. Of course, against dragons, that’s the least of your worries.”

Draco nodded before saying, “Where did you get those? They look familiar, yet I don’t remember ever hearing about them.”

The man chuckled, “You have much to learn, young one. Do not fear. You’ll learn most before you leave here. Now, we’ve tarried enough. We must get to work if we hope to finish before you leave.”


(OOC: I wasn't expecting to have to do this, but it seems I'll be having to cut this into another couple posts. If I don't it'd turn out to be much longer than this :/

And, I was *hoping* for a couple posts from the players, if only to further your character development.)

[DragonPaladin]

I smell something dead this way coming...POST!