Jackie
The "Before" years
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Post by Jackie on Mar 25, 2008 19:50:01 GMT -6
Jackie sat down, she had no clue what she was doing, but the other people seemed to have worked their way through this several times. The man who was monologuing, it was unclear, but his aura felt much like the red-haired girl, perhaps he was a dragon too.
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Jonathan
The "Before" years
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Post by Jonathan on Mar 27, 2008 17:12:05 GMT -6
OoC: I am sorry for being inactive, and hope you didn't really leave me behind.
Jonathan was feeling bored. He hadn't really helped do anything and didn't see anything he could do now. The more recent addition seemed to be about to tell a story about the ancient past, which could be interesting. Then again, it might be very boring. Well, it's better than nothing, he thought, and leaned against a tree to listen to the tale.
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Aerious
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Post by Aerious on Mar 27, 2008 23:59:00 GMT -6
Aerious got up and started pacing back and forth.
"I suppose since everyone is gathered here I can tell you this story." He said simply, gesturing for them to sit by the fire.
"I can't give you a time, because I stopped counting the years. Age means nothing when you are the only person to measure it against. Needless to say it was a very long time ago. The legends say that humans and dragons lived peacefully together, and to my knowledge that was true. However, it happened slowly. Humans began to expand, and some dragons, being the superior creature, took this as a sign of impudence. Like all wars it started as arguments, and then it erupted into violence. Dragons may have the ability to raze cities to the ground in mere minutes, but humans were born and matured much quicker then a dragon. Myra herself is probably older then all of you, and she has barely gained even a glimmer of her inborn abilities. While you people will be at your peak of ability within the next few years. For a time the war was a stalemate, what the dragons had in power, the humans had in raw numbers. And then, it happened."
He stalled for a moment, and closed his eyes.
"8 very powerful humans managed to create weapons of peerless destructive power. Made to combat dragons. You know all their names.
Hartmut the leader, with his mighty weapon the Exaccus. Roland the Little Warrior with the sword of Sacred Fire, Durandal. Durban the Berserker wielding the Thunder Hammer Armadas. The Great Knight Batigan with the Frozen Spear, Malte. Saint Elmine with her legendary tome of Aureole, called the Pinnacle of Light. Athos the Archsage with his book Forblaze, The Infernal Element. Hanon the Nomad with her Miruge, The Bow of Winds. Finally Brammimond the Archdruid wielding the book Apocolypse, the Silencing Darkness."
Aerious stopped walking for a moment. "This is where fact, even for me, becomes legend. I was but a hatching at the time, barely a century old, so my knowledge is slim. I know this, in one great moment those weapons clashed with the full force of the dragons, and the resulting battle altered the world forever. The resulting shift in balance is why we cannot stay in dragon form for long periods of time. The world itself was changed by the terrible power of those 'legendary weapons.' With them at their sides, the so-called heroes of the human race were able to decimate our once proud race, by attacking us in our weakened human state. A once proud and superior race was destroyed in the course of a month. My entire family was among the slain..."
Once again he paused, as if letting his words sink in. "I am sure the human legend says that the "Eight Warriors" fended off a great evil to save the world from the terror of dragons. That is false. Those so called heroes simply did what every human has ever done."
He stared at every member of the group in turn, excluding Myra.
"Win, no matter what the cost to anyone else, be it ally or enemy. The power of those weapons was so great that it altered the very planet, but they still used them to hunt us down and destroy us. Maybe people like Durban and Hanon didn't know. But Athos, 'Saint' Elmine and Hartmut? They knew exactly what they were doing, and for that they can never be forgiven."
Once again he paced about.
"Now some man named Hargus, who is behind the king of this nation, has created pale imitations of these 'heroes.' I myself fought Roland in the remains of what you humans call Ostia, and Batigan in the snow fields of Ilia. They have these weapons as well, once again wielding them against my kind." He pulled up his right sleeve, revealing a huge scar that's edges were as red as fire. "The sword Durandal cut here, this scar will never heal, and I will carry this with me forever. And here." He said, pulling open his shirt to show a stab scar on his chest, this one with a small tinge of blue on it's outline. "The spear Malte pierced here. These weapons are designed to kill our kind, and now some worthless little man thinks he can play with them! These are not toys to be played with!" He was almost shouting, so great was his rage.
And then it happened. His chest was on fire, he felt it. The wound was burning, such agonizing pain. He grabbed his chest and fell to his knees. Why? Why was he having such a reaction to the wound of Malte?
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Post by Alan on Mar 28, 2008 0:17:01 GMT -6
The voice had drawn Alan... No that wasn't really it. Perhaps I felt the fire? ...Could it be? Then Alan knew that it was Malte that had lead him to his target. Alan in front of the group of people making the ground tremble a little as he set down. 'My my, how in the world did I ever get so lucky?'
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Post by Jya on Mar 28, 2008 4:55:28 GMT -6
Jya had drifted far from the group in search of her things. No, there was something else that made her drift away, maybe a feeling of impending? As she stared over from her distance, it looked as if something really was going to happen. Her hands moved steadily to her weapon and she began to walk away just in case anything happens. Maybe the others will know what to do, but she was still a child at heart. She really wasn't sure what to do and just slowly walked away while keeping an eye on the others.
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Aerious
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Post by Aerious on Mar 28, 2008 7:48:44 GMT -6
Aerious looked up to see Alan, which was the least of his concerns.
What he saw, what dwarfed Alan in importance, that damned lance.
"Y-You would dare.." He said, he wanted to sound angry, but his voice was too shaken.
Hiding under a rock, the fire flew past him. Her heard the sounds of galloping hooves running against the ground of what he called his home. And the sounds of battle, the roars of his parents and older siblings, the screams of his younger siblings as they were cut down in the rain of pure hell. He peeked out to get a glance, and saw that damned spear, rip right into his sisters chest. Her eyes frozen in shock as she was run through. The knight on the other end didn't even linger, ripping the spear from her body as she fell to the earth, pursuing more of his family...
And he hid...just waiting for it to be over.
Aerious snapped back to reality. He was unnerved and terrified.
"Y-You would dare to bring that weapon here? Hasn't it already spilled enough blood?!"
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Post by Alan on Mar 28, 2008 11:32:56 GMT -6
'Nope, it's come out of retirement for a very special occasion.' Alan said, his voice shaking too, with excitement.
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Post by Rayl Torien on Mar 28, 2008 13:17:27 GMT -6
OoC: Bah, finnally a chance to post while sis is away. Brawl truely is evil.
IC: Rayl had only just returned to the camp when Aerious had begun his story, remaining quiet the whole time as he placed the bucket over the fire so the would would come to a boil, opening the bag from before to take out numerous ingredients for a makeshift stew. Even if this dragon had been around during everything that happened, he honestly couldn't believe any of it, but you couldn't blame him. Kids were raised off how the humans triumphed over the dragons, and it was the holy knight Barigan himself who inspired Rayl to try and become what he was now...Barigan who was said to have created the Olde Code...and thus the part he only really cared about, but dared say nothing, for fear of become a pile of ash on the ground.
...So it was to no surprise how Rayl reacted upon the sight of the weapon Malte in the hands of Alan, being nearly frozen in awe at the weapon's majesty...it was as if everything Aerious just said rolled off his back, right when he was starting to make sense of it all... and wasn't this the man that was flying overhead when that dragon was attacking the city...then said dragon must have been the storyteller now...and so Rayl had to sit down, not sure what to say or do, feeling how powerless he truely was at this moment, one side of him: a dragon in disquise, and the other: a man wielding the weapon of the hero who changed his own course in life...
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Julian
The "Before" years
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Post by Julian on Mar 28, 2008 13:32:58 GMT -6
Julian was very confused. Being brought up on the stories of the heroes, he had believed that they were the epitome of one's life's goals. Hearing the man - no, dragon's - story left several major doubts as his image of benevolent heroes was shattered. Who was telling the truth? Had they been lied to? Or was this just a trick?
So caught up in his thoughts, Julian missed the arrival of the man at first. When he managed to pull himself together somewhat, he did a double-take. That man had the spear of legend, the Malte! What was going on? Things were happening so fast, and Julian was doing all he could to stay on top of events. If the disguised dragon must have been the one to attack the city, and this man was here with the spear, then... He didn't know what to do! He hadn't been taught to deal with this. He began to panic and hyperventilate. 'No! I must stay calm! I can't lose control, not here, not now!' he thought desperately, grasping his head as he could feel himself slipping.
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Alcibie
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Post by Alcibie on Mar 28, 2008 18:43:11 GMT -6
Alcibie had been left a little out of it after waking up, but quickly woke up when the man who she quickly realized was a dragon started talking. She listened to every word of what he was saying. A smile spread across her face for a few seconds. She was happy to have material against the saintly believers, but she knew it was too good to be true. This dragon had not been alive then and he was just like them. He had heard his tales from the older generations. Generations…which were biased in their own thoughts and opinions? Certainly they could not be held guilty after such a loss.
Alcibie propped her head against her hand. No she could not take this man’s words for the truth. She did on the other hand believe that he thought his words were the truth. He was not lying to them, because he believed what he had been told. Never believe anything anyone tells you. Reeves told her that, she used that against him many times, and she had washed the stained glass more times than that.
Then the wyvern’s wings drew her eyes to the sky. She could not believe it. Malte…Malte was here. She recognized it right away. All the books she had read at the church had beautiful illustrations of the legendary weapons. To see one up close, she could not believe her eyes because she swore it was glowing blue. Bolting from the ground near the fire, Alcibie had a lot better reaction time than she thought she should. She turned not wanting to be caught in a fight between a dragon and a slayer, especially one skilled enough to wield such a weapon.
“Move!”
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Jonathan
The "Before" years
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Post by Jonathan on Mar 28, 2008 19:23:40 GMT -6
Jonathan looked up and saw the Wyvern. 'Another wyvern rider?' he thought. 'No, it looks more like a wyvern lord.' He wondered why the man's spear was glowing blue. The dragon seemed to recognize it, based on the fact that he had called it 'that weapon.' It seemed familiar, though he didn't recognize it. It was obviously very powerful, and it seemed like Jonathan should recognize it. He thought for a few seconds, then shrugged. He would find out at some point. He was more interested in the conversation between the two. He stayed leaning against the tree, feigning disinterest, but was really watching and listening to the two, who seemed to know each other. Jonathan had his lance nearby, but didn't know what he would use it for if there was a fight. He didn't see any real reson to disbelieve the dragon, but he had been told about them by his parents. He also felt no reason to believe the man was trustworthy either, and so would remain neutral unless he was threatened, or one of the others was attacked without adequate reason.
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Luna
The "Before" years
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Post by Luna on Mar 28, 2008 19:52:28 GMT -6
She had to admit, the story was interesting. But after being brought up by the other side of it Luna couldn't really be expected to believe this all in one moment, could she? It did raise a few small questions but she was really just listening to someone else's side of what happened.
Her thoughts were cut when the wyvern set down. What caught her attention most though was not the wyvern, nor was it the man who rode atop it, but the lance that was within his hands, Malte. The legendary weapon used by the great hero Barigan was here, right now in front of her. It was hard to even dream about seeing it but here it was.
But...it seemed that those two were obviously not on very good terms. This thought brought her a little closer back to thinking clearly. Her bow was rest on her lap, and her arrow quiver against the tree she was sitting against. If a fight broke loose, she couldn't be staring at Malte with her mouth wide open. What would she do if something did start though? Fight against a dragon or the great lance? She would just wait to see what happened. The answer will probably make itself clear very soon.
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Jackie
The "Before" years
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Post by Jackie on Mar 30, 2008 14:44:50 GMT -6
That story is surprisingly close to the one my father told me, and that lance is of the same description he gave of Malte. Everytime a dragon dies, my father can feel their pain. She sighed sorrowfully, hoping this confrontation would end peacefully.
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Aerious
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Post by Aerious on Mar 30, 2008 23:59:25 GMT -6
OOC: Jackie, where the hell are you pulling this aura crap from?
And while I wish I could wait weeks for Delroy to get up off his ass, guess it sucks for him that he just missed major plot. I'll leave the dead weight with you guys.
IC:
Aerious took another half step back, and then glanced sideways. Myra, he should pull her from here. But if he did that, Alan would chase her down, no she was safer here. But to fight Malte here, no it was not wise. Alan was nothing, he could fry him any day, but as long as he was being wielded by that lance, it was too dangerous.
Aerious jumped into the sky and assumed the form of a dragon again, taking off to the north, towards the frozen cliffs of Ilia. He couldn't risk fighting Alan here, his only hope was to try and enter Bern under his nose, and then destroy it once the time was up. Since it was obvious that these humans couldn't do it, they couldn't even believe the truth when it was spoken.
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Post by Alan on Mar 31, 2008 5:06:39 GMT -6
Alan speeded after him. Alan was feeling pretty confident though. Let's see, where are we now... I'm faster and more agile, I have Malte, there is absolutely no way I'd ever overlook you in the enormous form. Just give up, Aerious. I won.
However, there was one factor that had gone unconsidered by Alan and made everything else count for nothing. Grimbold was at the end of it's strength. Much to Alan frustration, they had to land. Sighing very loud Alan eventually said 'Fine, I guess I've been pushing you to hard.' The wyvern landed and collapsed onto the ground almost immediately. Alan jumped off and slammed his fist into a tree. So that blasted Dragon got away. What the hell am I gonna do now? The answer would be fast in coming. For Malte had sensed another presence.
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