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Okay, so here's part four of the dragon and the elves thingy, if it stops making sense go look at the link under the last post and try to figure it out, we have Character interaction coming up here soon, maybe...
So yeah, i realized you probly don't want to go find the link again, so simply click http://www.quotationspage.com/forum/viewtopic.php?t=4458&start=285 to go there, or you may have to click it twice, i dunno, but here's the address anyway.
#4
After getting lost several more times, he managed to get out to the courtyard where he had landed. The big red and bronze dragon shook himself, ridding his wings of spider webs and the remains of tapestries. He took off grumbling too himself, still in a foul mood. “Now why don’t I remember that stupid cellar? And who puts a trap door to the cellar in the middle of the King’s bedroom?” A flock of pigeons suddenly burst out of the courtyard below him, startled into flight by the thunder of his wings. The flock suddenly surrounded him, screeching in alarm. Unfortunately for them, Flameheart had had enough. “I have had a really, REALLY bad day.” He muttered, tracking one of the stupid birds with his eyes. Suddenly his jaws opened, and snapped shut with a crack. The birds bolted as a single tail feather fell from the mass of birds as the flock fled, leaving Flameheart blessedly alone in the sky. ”That’s more like it,” he murmured, twisting his body through a giant corkscrew in the sky, reveling in the feel of the harsh wind against his wings. He then soared in a circle over the castle he had recently vacated, getting his bearings before he headed off to another castle at the opposite end of the Himalayas. “This could be a long week,” he thought as he found the markers, oriented his body along their line, and took off into the South West. Five hours later he landed at the next castle, fishing the key out of his mouth as he walked up to the door, he snapped at the ravens that had been following him for the last eight miles, then grumbles, and hissed at the birds. That did it. The birds took off, finally leaving him alone. Flameheart stuck the key into the lock, turning it and letting himself into the castle.
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An hour later he re-emerged, once again covered in dust and thoroughly annoyed at the world. He shook himself, and sneezed at the large cloud of dust, dirt and debris that rose from his back. He sighed, opened his mouth, and dropped a small bag, a pile of dust, and another key onto the ground. He strode over to the moat, and took a long drink, cleaning his mouth of the dust he had carried. He thought for a second, and then looked at the sky, checking the position of the sun. “Time to check on those griffins I guess” he said to the castle wall.
Flameheart leaned his head out over the moat, growled a spell deep in his throat, then breathed on the water before him. He watched the past few hours of events, noticing with approval how well the twins had handled the griffins. Suddenly he yelled, “Stop! Real speed!” He watched the water intently for five minutes or so, then reached out a paw and splashed the water everywhere. He spun on his haunches, and launched himself quickly into the air, with none of his usual grace. He glanced around once he was in the air and recovered from his less than graceful take off. “Now how did that stupid magician tie them to the castle? How’d the idiot even FIND the damn building in the first place?!?” he yelled into the clear sky.
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Sitting on a mountaintop an hour later, Flameheart focused on the distant castle, muttering another spell as he closed his eyes, he opened them again and looked down, examining the lines of magic energy around the third, and final castle before the library.
He swore, the entire place was riddled with wards, alarms and traps. “Let’s get this over with quickly then, before those griffins figure out that I’m not at the last two castles, once I’m in the library I’ll be safe.” Flameheart sat for another ten minutes muttering to himself. “Well this pep talk obviously isn’t doing anything except giving those dumb birds more time. Let’s just get this over with.” He stretched his wings out, and fell of the cliff, gliding down the mountain toward the castle that contained the key to the Library of Souls.
So yeah, i realized you probly don't want to go find the link again, so simply click http://www.quotationspage.com/forum/viewtopic.php?t=4458&start=285 to go there, or you may have to click it twice, i dunno, but here's the address anyway.
#4
After getting lost several more times, he managed to get out to the courtyard where he had landed. The big red and bronze dragon shook himself, ridding his wings of spider webs and the remains of tapestries. He took off grumbling too himself, still in a foul mood. “Now why don’t I remember that stupid cellar? And who puts a trap door to the cellar in the middle of the King’s bedroom?” A flock of pigeons suddenly burst out of the courtyard below him, startled into flight by the thunder of his wings. The flock suddenly surrounded him, screeching in alarm. Unfortunately for them, Flameheart had had enough. “I have had a really, REALLY bad day.” He muttered, tracking one of the stupid birds with his eyes. Suddenly his jaws opened, and snapped shut with a crack. The birds bolted as a single tail feather fell from the mass of birds as the flock fled, leaving Flameheart blessedly alone in the sky. ”That’s more like it,” he murmured, twisting his body through a giant corkscrew in the sky, reveling in the feel of the harsh wind against his wings. He then soared in a circle over the castle he had recently vacated, getting his bearings before he headed off to another castle at the opposite end of the Himalayas. “This could be a long week,” he thought as he found the markers, oriented his body along their line, and took off into the South West. Five hours later he landed at the next castle, fishing the key out of his mouth as he walked up to the door, he snapped at the ravens that had been following him for the last eight miles, then grumbles, and hissed at the birds. That did it. The birds took off, finally leaving him alone. Flameheart stuck the key into the lock, turning it and letting himself into the castle.
**********
An hour later he re-emerged, once again covered in dust and thoroughly annoyed at the world. He shook himself, and sneezed at the large cloud of dust, dirt and debris that rose from his back. He sighed, opened his mouth, and dropped a small bag, a pile of dust, and another key onto the ground. He strode over to the moat, and took a long drink, cleaning his mouth of the dust he had carried. He thought for a second, and then looked at the sky, checking the position of the sun. “Time to check on those griffins I guess” he said to the castle wall.
Flameheart leaned his head out over the moat, growled a spell deep in his throat, then breathed on the water before him. He watched the past few hours of events, noticing with approval how well the twins had handled the griffins. Suddenly he yelled, “Stop! Real speed!” He watched the water intently for five minutes or so, then reached out a paw and splashed the water everywhere. He spun on his haunches, and launched himself quickly into the air, with none of his usual grace. He glanced around once he was in the air and recovered from his less than graceful take off. “Now how did that stupid magician tie them to the castle? How’d the idiot even FIND the damn building in the first place?!?” he yelled into the clear sky.
**********
Sitting on a mountaintop an hour later, Flameheart focused on the distant castle, muttering another spell as he closed his eyes, he opened them again and looked down, examining the lines of magic energy around the third, and final castle before the library.
He swore, the entire place was riddled with wards, alarms and traps. “Let’s get this over with quickly then, before those griffins figure out that I’m not at the last two castles, once I’m in the library I’ll be safe.” Flameheart sat for another ten minutes muttering to himself. “Well this pep talk obviously isn’t doing anything except giving those dumb birds more time. Let’s just get this over with.” He stretched his wings out, and fell of the cliff, gliding down the mountain toward the castle that contained the key to the Library of Souls.