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Post by Daemon Waters on Jun 21, 2014 20:00:25 GMT -5
"Beautiful", he whispered. He then watched between the goat and the sleeping dragon as he stood inside the cave. .
Sleeping does not mean docile… He stood still and continued to watch.
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Post by The Black Dread on Jun 21, 2014 20:11:22 GMT -5
Valarr cursed. He cracked the whip and tried to maintain eye contact with the dragon, ready to dodge the next burst of flame, while holding at his best the pain he felt. "Calm down, Glutton!" Valarr cracked the whip across the massive Dragon's snout, and Glutton's head instantly turned in the direction of the strike, and he released another blast of flame that just barely missed the young knight. As he stumbled backward to avoid the fire, though, he slipped on a loose stone and stumbled, just barely catching himself. He felt a sharp twist in his ankle as he came down on it; it would not prevent him from walking, or even running, but doing either would be painful with every step. [Valarr takes a Light Wound (-10)] |
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Post by The Black Dread on Jun 21, 2014 20:18:31 GMT -5
"Beautiful", he whispered. He then watched between the goat and the sleeping dragon as he stood inside the cave. . Sleeping does not mean docile… He stood still and continued to watch. Somehow the goat remains silent, and the sleeping dragon just continues to lie there, apparently taking no notice of the intruders. |
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Post by Nyessos Qhaedar on Jun 21, 2014 20:22:48 GMT -5
Inside his head, Valarr prayed for every god he'd ever know. He rose back to his feet.
"Glutton!" Trying to pose as inquisitive as he could.
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Post by Daemon Waters on Jun 21, 2014 20:23:14 GMT -5
Being ignored could be a good thing for the moment. Daemon draws his whip to be ready just in case, he then throws a stone at the mute goat. And he waits again.
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Post by The Black Dread on Jun 21, 2014 20:37:59 GMT -5
Inside his head, Valarr prayed for every god he'd ever know. He rose back to his feet. "Glutton!" Trying to pose as inquisitive as he could. Trying to pose as inquisitive was apparently the wrong choice, for the great dragon darted forward and snapped its jaws at the young lord's face. Lord Valarr managed to reel backward just in time, instinctively throwing up his hands to protect himself, and he felt searing pain in his right hand, and felt his sleeve drench with hot blood. He looked up to see the bottom three fingers of his right hand gone, bitten off by the dragon, and he fell to the ground, scrambling backward as he clutched his ruined hand to his chest. [Valarr takes a Heavy Wound (-35)] |
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Post by Nyessos Qhaedar on Jun 21, 2014 20:51:36 GMT -5
He'd not go out of this cave without a dragon, it would be too much for him. To pose as a useless coward for his beloved Queen.
"Glutton..." Valarr swallowed the pain, and spoke calmly, trying to get up. "I'm a friend..."
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Post by The Black Dread on Jun 21, 2014 21:55:02 GMT -5
He'd not go out of this cave without a dragon, it would be too much for him. To pose as a useless coward for his beloved Queen. "Glutton..." Valarr swallowed the pain, and spoke calmly, trying to get up. "I'm a friend..." clearly did not think so, and answered with another blast of flame, that washed over Valar's booted feet, searing the leather onto his flesh and causing him to drop to the ground in pain. [Valarr takes an Average Wound (-20)] |
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Post by Nyessos Qhaedar on Jun 21, 2014 22:02:53 GMT -5
"You fat fucking freak..." Valarr roared in pain, he was getting tired of this, sure that there was no way out. It was certain that his time had come.
His whole life flared across his eyes, Te Lord of Oldtown remembered his father's smile and kind words, tears filled his eyes, he repented everything... That man had given everything for him and he spat upon it.
"I'm sorry, father." He whispered, closing his eyes and awaiting his incoming fate, in peace, accepting his destiny.
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Post by The Black Dread on Jun 21, 2014 22:07:08 GMT -5
"You fat fucking freak..." Valarr roared in pain, he was getting tired of this, sure that there was no way out. It was certain that his time had come. His whole life flared across his eyes, Te Lord of Oldtown remembered his father's smile and kind words, tears filled his eyes, he repented everything... That man had given everything for him and he spat upon it. "I'm sorry, father." He whispered, closing his eyes and awaiting his incoming fate, in peace, accepting his destiny. Glutton reared up and roared, bathing Valarr with flame and then snapping the burning lord's body up in his jaws and swallowing him in two large gulps. [Valarr dies.] |
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Post by The Black Dread on Jun 21, 2014 22:14:30 GMT -5
Being ignored could be a good thing for the moment. Daemon draws his whip to be ready just in case, he then throws a stone at the mute goat. And he waits again. The goat bleats once and takes a few steps forward, its hooves clip-clopping across the stone floor. The dragon opened one eye lazily, a burning orb of molten metal glowing in the darkness of the cave. Otherwise, it did not move. |
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Post by Daemon Waters on Jun 21, 2014 22:28:22 GMT -5
He saw the burning orb of an eye lazily open, but no movement.
The phrase to best let sleeping dogs lie ran through his brain, but Daemon hoisted another rock at the goat. . He was tempting fate, but this was a stalemate. This time he stepped away from the wall., so the dragon could see him as well. He alsio put the whip back on his belt and knelt with open hands.
He mumbled prayers, if he was to die this day atleast the Gods would know his devotion
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Post by The Black Dread on Jun 21, 2014 22:33:58 GMT -5
Finally the dragon rose to its feet, roaring at the intruder who was apparently too fearful to even approach. The goat screamed and charged back toward Daemon, and the dragon let loose a blast of gold flames that washed over the terrified animal. Daemon felt the heat sear his torso, and he dropped to the ground to beat out the flames that had caught on his tunic. He scrambled aside as the dragon lumbered forward, and he felt the hand of his whip as he scrabbled across the ground away from the beast; it must have fallen from his belt in his struggles.
[Daemon takes a Medium Wound (-20)]
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Post by Daemon Waters on Jun 21, 2014 22:39:20 GMT -5
Grunting in pain Daemon grabbed the whip.. He cracked it near creature, yelling in Valyrian at the beast.
He made sure to keep some distance between them.
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Post by The Black Dread on Jun 21, 2014 22:48:02 GMT -5
Daemon stood strong with his back straight, cracking the whip and aiming for the dragon's face as he had read was the preferred tactic. The whip cracked once, twice, and three times against the dragon's snout (in the back of his mind, Daemon registered that by the coloring this dragon could only be Corion the dragon formerly ridden by Lord Maelys of Oldtown) and the beast lowered its head slightly. Corion roared once more, though where Daemon was prepared to dodge a blast of fire, none materialized from the dragon's maw.
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Post by Daemon Waters on Jun 21, 2014 22:54:29 GMT -5
Daemon stood strong with his back straight, cracking the whip and aiming for the dragon's face as he had read was the preferred tactic. The whip cracked once, twice, and three times against the dragon's snout (in the back of his mind, Daemon registered that by the coloring this dragon could only be Corion the dragon formerly ridden by Lord Maelys of Oldtown) and the beast lowered its head slightly. Corion roared once more, though where Daemon was prepared to dodge a blast of fire, none materialized from the dragon's maw. Seeing the beast relent slightly, Daemon cracked the whip once more getting close enough to see that it truly was Corion. Breathing a slight sigh of relief, Daemon was surprised.. He then reached out his hand to touch him. If it's true, Corion the Peacekeeper, is used to the touch of a stranger. |
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Post by The Black Dread on Jun 21, 2014 23:12:45 GMT -5
As he touched the dragon's flank, the beast roared again and snapped with it's teeth, the razor-sharp blades clipping the air an inch away from his face. The dragon bucked about, knocking the man aside with its wings, and Daemon instinctively wrapped his arms around the dragon's neck, which is all that kept him from being thrown into the cave wall. He felt the dragon's spines cut his arm, but he was too close for the dragon's fire to touch him, or for its jaws to truly reach, though not for lack of trying. He felt pain in his chest, and realized he may have cracked a rib or two in the struggle, but his instincts told him that if he got further than arm's reach from the dragon again, he would almost certainly be killed.
Memories that dragons could smell fear and indecisiveness flashed through his mind, and all the accounts of successful dragon bondings involved the rider standing proud and tall, forcing the beast to submit using their sheer force of will.
[Daemon takes a Medium Wound (-20)]
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Post by Daemon Waters on Jun 21, 2014 23:20:13 GMT -5
As he touched the dragon's flank, the beast roared again and snapped with it's teeth, the razor-sharp blades clipping the air an inch away from his face. The dragon bucked about, knocking the man aside with its wings, and Daemon instinctively wrapped his arms around the dragon's neck, which is all that kept him from being thrown into the cave wall. He felt the dragon's spines cut his arm, but he was too close for the dragon's fire to touch him, or for its jaws to truly reach, though not for lack of trying. He felt pain in his chest, and realized he may have cracked a rib or two in the struggle, but his instincts told him that if he got further than arm's reach from the dragon again, he would almost certainly be killed. Memories that dragons could smell fear and indecisiveness flashed through his mind, and all the accounts of successful dragon bondings involved the rider standing proud and tall, forcing the beast to submit using their sheer force of will. [Daemon takes a Medium Wound (-20)] Daemon remained close to Corion, he was no longer afraid. The pain seering through him was enough to steel his metal. He realized he had to finish this.. He released the dragon, stood and yelled more Valyrian commands at him, firm and stern in his voice. Cracking the whip again and again with his able hand at Corion.. |
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Post by The Black Dread on Jun 21, 2014 23:37:25 GMT -5
Amazingly, despite the boy's near refusal to attempt to climb onto the dragon's back, the copper scaled beast lowered his head in a clear act of submission, and ceased struggling as Daemon touched his scales again.
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Post by Daemon Waters on Jun 21, 2014 23:40:50 GMT -5
He ran his aching hand over the scales again. Daemon praised him and the Gods for sparing his life and teaching him a lesson He looked at Corion and despite fearing spikes in his nether regions, he mounted him..
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Post by The Black Dread on Jun 21, 2014 23:47:03 GMT -5
The dragon shook once, and then leapt forward out into the sky, plummeting toward the waves below before he finally unfurled his wings and took flight, soaring out over the ocean.
[Corion is bonded by Daemon Waters]
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all alone and also really bored 
Hopefully going to kickstart the festival too