Post by Deleted on Mar 15, 2010 12:56:28 GMT -5
Far off from the confines of the big city, lay a small settlement, tucked away in a small corner of the mountains, just beyond the reach of Obsidian Forest. The settlement was Enddih (En-Di) which suited it, for it was very hard to find coming from the forest, and the mountains that enclosed around Enddih held many dangers. Seldom did the village receive many outside visitors, save for those lost in the forest and would happen to stumble upon the fair town. For a long time, the settlement of Enddih grew in peace, what they could not make themselves they brought in from the city of course. Now it wasn’t just a place for humans, there was Fae, Nekos, two Lycans, it even had their own Vampire, who received generous donations of blood from everyone willing, severing the need for him to hunt. The people knew the meaning of peace, they lived happily and secure, free from harm and danger. That was of course, until the Fire Drakes came from the mountains.
Fire Drakes, a small quadruped that resembled a very large lizard, their scales made from cooled molten rock, to cover distances they curled up into balls and rolled along the ground at high speeds and were known for steam-rolling over their prey. They came in a pack with at least 10 or so members, rolling down from the mountains to crash through the peaceful village, rolling right through houses like they were made of straw. Smashing, burning, killing anything in their path, Fire Drakes were known to be aggressive creatures and would go out of their way to harm things. The creatures took the village completely by surprise, many died in the initial attack, and many others afterwards, and what half-hazard defense the people mounted were scattered and uncollected, it seemed as though the village would be utterly destroyed by the Drakes, however the Gods did not frown on the people entirely.
From the sky came the mighty roar of a dragon, falling from the sky like a bight dazzling jewel was Trega; the Red Fury, her golden orb-like eyes alight with the fires of battle. Swooping from the sky like a deadly bird of prey, the dragon captured a Fire Drake, about to finish off a human family, in her ivory claws, soaring high above the village before dropping the drake into the large stone well at the center. Leaving behind her partner, Dirk the warrior, who leapt off at the right moment and landed on his feet rather than his backside, an amazing feat for the very tall man. His gray eyes alight with the same fires as his partner from behind his shaggy blond hair, yet his face beheld pure excitement as he drew the massive claymore from his back, wearing a thick black vest and white slacks, he looked hardly intimidating except for his height.
Two Drakes waddled towards the warrior, though one was crushed under the massive weight of Trega as she landed on the creatures back, the other curled into a ball and nearly barreled Dirk over to get away, only to be thrown onto its side by a transformed Lycan. Dirk looked up in time to see another come to a rough stop, puffing out its neck like a bull-frog, the Drake glow like a bright orange piece of coal before spitting out a large chunk of magma. Dirk barely had time to dodge, feeling the intense heat fly over his back, springing to his feet, Dirk rushed the monster and delivered such a blow to the Drake’s head, that it went face first into the dirt, however unharmed it really was. The Drake simply shook its head, growling at Dirk as it buffed up once more, and Dirk got an idea. Ducking another blast of magma, Dirk poked the creature in its puffed up throat, causing it to spew forth a strange blue blood, one that burned like acid when touched on the skin, as Dirk soon found out as he withdrew his sword from the Drake’s throat and had some splatter on his hand, luckily he was wearing gloves and only suffered a minor burn, though it hurt… a lot.
”These creatures fear the water, they avoid it like the plague.
”Then lets put some rain on their raid!”
Dashing to the large well at the center of the settlement, Dirk chanted the ancient words that transformed his claymore into the bright golden katana named Ayaken. Leaping atop the well, Dirk whirled the sword over his head before throwing it down the well. ”Tuops Gnisir!” Dirk yelled. Then came a slight rumble beneath the ground, and suddenly, the water that filled the well shot from it high into the air and fell back to the village in a torrent of rain. Trega was right, the Drake’s either fled from the village, or fell to pieces upon being hit by the water, thus in one swift move, Dirk saved the entire village.
Releasing power to the spell, the remaining water fell back into the well, and Ayaken appeared in Dirk’s hand, transforming back into his claymore as she sheathed it. Feeling the extend of the spell, Dirk suddenly felt woozy and nearly fell into the well, if not for the Lycan who hooked his claws under Dirk’s vest and pulled him off. The Lycan transformed back into his human form, with the sounds of popping bones and grunts of pain, Dirk looked up to see the muscular man standing over him. A scar ran down one eye and left it useless, his other glaring at Dirk as if he were about to be next. However, the Lycan pulled Dirk to his feet with one hand and patted the warrior on his back. ”Ah thankie yew gud sir fer coming to our aid.” the man said before walking away to help with the damage.
”Uh, your welcome… I guess.” Dirk replied.
”Come, our work here is done, we should continue on for the Relic. It should not be much further.” Trega spoke to Dirk within his mind.
Together, the partners left the village to repairing their homes and burying their dead, leaving the village much quieter than they entered, the two had a mission they must complete, and this was just a slight delay in their travels. The People didn’t seem to mind, more focused were they on their task at hand to notice the warrior and his dragon leave. The two went eastward towards the forest, and made an early camp at its border, not wanting to explore the dark forbidding forest during the night. Dirk fell asleep rather quickly after expending so much energy to force the water into the sky, while Trega remained awake and alter, watching for any sort of threat that may come to pass.
Fire Drakes, a small quadruped that resembled a very large lizard, their scales made from cooled molten rock, to cover distances they curled up into balls and rolled along the ground at high speeds and were known for steam-rolling over their prey. They came in a pack with at least 10 or so members, rolling down from the mountains to crash through the peaceful village, rolling right through houses like they were made of straw. Smashing, burning, killing anything in their path, Fire Drakes were known to be aggressive creatures and would go out of their way to harm things. The creatures took the village completely by surprise, many died in the initial attack, and many others afterwards, and what half-hazard defense the people mounted were scattered and uncollected, it seemed as though the village would be utterly destroyed by the Drakes, however the Gods did not frown on the people entirely.
From the sky came the mighty roar of a dragon, falling from the sky like a bight dazzling jewel was Trega; the Red Fury, her golden orb-like eyes alight with the fires of battle. Swooping from the sky like a deadly bird of prey, the dragon captured a Fire Drake, about to finish off a human family, in her ivory claws, soaring high above the village before dropping the drake into the large stone well at the center. Leaving behind her partner, Dirk the warrior, who leapt off at the right moment and landed on his feet rather than his backside, an amazing feat for the very tall man. His gray eyes alight with the same fires as his partner from behind his shaggy blond hair, yet his face beheld pure excitement as he drew the massive claymore from his back, wearing a thick black vest and white slacks, he looked hardly intimidating except for his height.
Two Drakes waddled towards the warrior, though one was crushed under the massive weight of Trega as she landed on the creatures back, the other curled into a ball and nearly barreled Dirk over to get away, only to be thrown onto its side by a transformed Lycan. Dirk looked up in time to see another come to a rough stop, puffing out its neck like a bull-frog, the Drake glow like a bright orange piece of coal before spitting out a large chunk of magma. Dirk barely had time to dodge, feeling the intense heat fly over his back, springing to his feet, Dirk rushed the monster and delivered such a blow to the Drake’s head, that it went face first into the dirt, however unharmed it really was. The Drake simply shook its head, growling at Dirk as it buffed up once more, and Dirk got an idea. Ducking another blast of magma, Dirk poked the creature in its puffed up throat, causing it to spew forth a strange blue blood, one that burned like acid when touched on the skin, as Dirk soon found out as he withdrew his sword from the Drake’s throat and had some splatter on his hand, luckily he was wearing gloves and only suffered a minor burn, though it hurt… a lot.
”These creatures fear the water, they avoid it like the plague.
”Then lets put some rain on their raid!”
Dashing to the large well at the center of the settlement, Dirk chanted the ancient words that transformed his claymore into the bright golden katana named Ayaken. Leaping atop the well, Dirk whirled the sword over his head before throwing it down the well. ”Tuops Gnisir!” Dirk yelled. Then came a slight rumble beneath the ground, and suddenly, the water that filled the well shot from it high into the air and fell back to the village in a torrent of rain. Trega was right, the Drake’s either fled from the village, or fell to pieces upon being hit by the water, thus in one swift move, Dirk saved the entire village.
Releasing power to the spell, the remaining water fell back into the well, and Ayaken appeared in Dirk’s hand, transforming back into his claymore as she sheathed it. Feeling the extend of the spell, Dirk suddenly felt woozy and nearly fell into the well, if not for the Lycan who hooked his claws under Dirk’s vest and pulled him off. The Lycan transformed back into his human form, with the sounds of popping bones and grunts of pain, Dirk looked up to see the muscular man standing over him. A scar ran down one eye and left it useless, his other glaring at Dirk as if he were about to be next. However, the Lycan pulled Dirk to his feet with one hand and patted the warrior on his back. ”Ah thankie yew gud sir fer coming to our aid.” the man said before walking away to help with the damage.
”Uh, your welcome… I guess.” Dirk replied.
”Come, our work here is done, we should continue on for the Relic. It should not be much further.” Trega spoke to Dirk within his mind.
Together, the partners left the village to repairing their homes and burying their dead, leaving the village much quieter than they entered, the two had a mission they must complete, and this was just a slight delay in their travels. The People didn’t seem to mind, more focused were they on their task at hand to notice the warrior and his dragon leave. The two went eastward towards the forest, and made an early camp at its border, not wanting to explore the dark forbidding forest during the night. Dirk fell asleep rather quickly after expending so much energy to force the water into the sky, while Trega remained awake and alter, watching for any sort of threat that may come to pass.