Post by Sensar on Jun 12, 2009 18:58:13 GMT -5
Introduction[/i]
The rock sat against the mountain side, on a high cliff, over looking a few small folorn villages. It was the largest mountain in the area, and the only one to the north, it and it's small hills stopping the cold winds and clouds of snow, keeping the valley snug and warm, but dry. The clouds gathered about the high unseeable peak, sending showers of icy rain to run down it's sides and into the valley, cutting swathes of blue, and the resulting green, through the villages where they eked the farms and cattle upon high hills.
The rock was implacable, it seemed, covered with lichen and aging on the unreachable by any climbing or walking high upon that sentinel mountain.
The rock shot away to the right, crashing against an already quite beaten rock outcropping that sat by it. The aging was obviously premature. In it's place sat a dark hole in the mountain, where flickered a dull orange glow in the heart of it. Rumbling was heard from the inside as fire burst in a small flicker from the interior, illuminating a large shadow for a brief second.
Ivory claws clicked on stone as a mediocre-sized red scaled leg, thick with what could be mistaken for muscle shot out and grasped the ledge, and pulled itself it forward. First came the head, thin and scaly, blondish hair sitting as a goatee and laying under the ears, not to mention the large tuft off the top the head. Ears were long and pointed, languid. A satisfied smile spread across the dragon's face, slightly muffled by the fact that he was wearing opaque sunglasses. He dragged himself out to the edge of the ledge, large wings covering the thin, snake-like body with large back legs and wickedly clawed front arms. The dragon sat up, leaning on it's back legs, tail holding it up as it swayed and surveyed the valley below, a hand reaching up to reveal slightly pinkish eyes with sharp pupils.
He squinted and placed the glasses back on carefully, long licking his almost beak-like mouth. He spread his wings, stretching, sun glaring through his red-veined wings, so high up was he that the valley below caught the shadow. Bells rang in the villages as militia prepared to fight off the legendary menace that stories of grandfathers had told them of.
The serpentine creature snaked his head down, and grinned again. It jumped, nose diving off the side of the mountain, shooting like a bullet down the side, a red streak against the dark brown mass of rock.
As he was about to hit the side, wings unfurled from his side and caught the air, and despite the pained expression on his face, the dragon glided speedily down the slope towards the first, and favorite, town. This one was the biggest and richest, made mostly of stone with a huge town hall, built around the well-spring river of the valley.
Already the towns-folk had prepared, archers firing as the arrows clinked off the natural scales. The town mage was trying unsuccessfully cast a slowing spell on such a naturally-powerful creature. Citizens had prepared buckets of water to put out any fire this comparative behemoth might breathe.
The dragon noticed this, ignoring the cries of fear and the slight sting of arrows, he frowned at the bucket throwers. Swooping over them, he opened his mouth to let ice billow out, freezing them solid. His cackling voice rang out over the town.
"I defy your expectations! Frozen is frozen!"
He alighted on top of the town halls highest tower, as it cracked a little. He looked down around at the town. He frowned again. His voice rang out.
"Where is everyone!?"
A window clacked open behind him, and the mayor came bowing out, old beyond belief, cheesy smile on his face. He spoke quickly, "They've been taken, O Anointed One! For, Sensar the Magnificent, an invading army is taking our people and using them for experiments."
The dragon reared back in shock, lifting his sunglasses to look at the mayor. "Did you tell them I was to wake up soon?"
The mayor shuddered, and bowed his head, trying to look ashamed. "Over-preening prick," he muttered, and looked up to see the sunglasses reflecting his shocked expression as the dragon lowered his long neck in front of the mayor.
"What was that?" said Sensar, staring at the mayor. The mayor paled, and he scrambled for words. "Nothing, O Great One Beyond All Knowledge And Power, that was their response! They did not care! Bastards they are, O Ace One, and they didn't care that I told them that you would hunt them down for taking away your righteous playthings!"
The dragon raised an eyebrow. "Ace One? You MUST be struggling, permission to re-use titles from the last visit. Anyway. Bastards? Where do they come from?"
The mayor shrugged. "Dunno." He suddenly felt a bit warmer. "Oh, Overlord of Our Lives, they did not tell us!"
Sensar withdrew his head a bit. "Bastardly," he muttered. He shook his head, and chuckled. "Where did they go?"
The aging mayor pointed deeper into the valley. "They have camps where they perform experiments way off that way. Out of the valley, even, it's a completely different region, Great Red."
Sensar drew himself up and cracked his knuckles. "Well, then, I must be off after my kill-toys. This might be a break in a especially boring last few sleep cycles. Now, then, we shall re-commence!"
His last sentence boomed over the town, and perplexed archers immediately began firing again, the the fireball of the mage hit him. The old mayor hobbled back inside and Sensar swooped over the town, killing with glee as he zig-zagged, flying low over the streets of the town.
His chaotic mind was churning. Steal his fun, would they? They would learn how to be Bastardly elsewhere.
Heheh, Bastardly... That should be a new word. Now it is!
The rock sat against the mountain side, on a high cliff, over looking a few small folorn villages. It was the largest mountain in the area, and the only one to the north, it and it's small hills stopping the cold winds and clouds of snow, keeping the valley snug and warm, but dry. The clouds gathered about the high unseeable peak, sending showers of icy rain to run down it's sides and into the valley, cutting swathes of blue, and the resulting green, through the villages where they eked the farms and cattle upon high hills.
The rock was implacable, it seemed, covered with lichen and aging on the unreachable by any climbing or walking high upon that sentinel mountain.
The rock shot away to the right, crashing against an already quite beaten rock outcropping that sat by it. The aging was obviously premature. In it's place sat a dark hole in the mountain, where flickered a dull orange glow in the heart of it. Rumbling was heard from the inside as fire burst in a small flicker from the interior, illuminating a large shadow for a brief second.
Ivory claws clicked on stone as a mediocre-sized red scaled leg, thick with what could be mistaken for muscle shot out and grasped the ledge, and pulled itself it forward. First came the head, thin and scaly, blondish hair sitting as a goatee and laying under the ears, not to mention the large tuft off the top the head. Ears were long and pointed, languid. A satisfied smile spread across the dragon's face, slightly muffled by the fact that he was wearing opaque sunglasses. He dragged himself out to the edge of the ledge, large wings covering the thin, snake-like body with large back legs and wickedly clawed front arms. The dragon sat up, leaning on it's back legs, tail holding it up as it swayed and surveyed the valley below, a hand reaching up to reveal slightly pinkish eyes with sharp pupils.
He squinted and placed the glasses back on carefully, long licking his almost beak-like mouth. He spread his wings, stretching, sun glaring through his red-veined wings, so high up was he that the valley below caught the shadow. Bells rang in the villages as militia prepared to fight off the legendary menace that stories of grandfathers had told them of.
The serpentine creature snaked his head down, and grinned again. It jumped, nose diving off the side of the mountain, shooting like a bullet down the side, a red streak against the dark brown mass of rock.
As he was about to hit the side, wings unfurled from his side and caught the air, and despite the pained expression on his face, the dragon glided speedily down the slope towards the first, and favorite, town. This one was the biggest and richest, made mostly of stone with a huge town hall, built around the well-spring river of the valley.
Already the towns-folk had prepared, archers firing as the arrows clinked off the natural scales. The town mage was trying unsuccessfully cast a slowing spell on such a naturally-powerful creature. Citizens had prepared buckets of water to put out any fire this comparative behemoth might breathe.
The dragon noticed this, ignoring the cries of fear and the slight sting of arrows, he frowned at the bucket throwers. Swooping over them, he opened his mouth to let ice billow out, freezing them solid. His cackling voice rang out over the town.
"I defy your expectations! Frozen is frozen!"
He alighted on top of the town halls highest tower, as it cracked a little. He looked down around at the town. He frowned again. His voice rang out.
"Where is everyone!?"
A window clacked open behind him, and the mayor came bowing out, old beyond belief, cheesy smile on his face. He spoke quickly, "They've been taken, O Anointed One! For, Sensar the Magnificent, an invading army is taking our people and using them for experiments."
The dragon reared back in shock, lifting his sunglasses to look at the mayor. "Did you tell them I was to wake up soon?"
The mayor shuddered, and bowed his head, trying to look ashamed. "Over-preening prick," he muttered, and looked up to see the sunglasses reflecting his shocked expression as the dragon lowered his long neck in front of the mayor.
"What was that?" said Sensar, staring at the mayor. The mayor paled, and he scrambled for words. "Nothing, O Great One Beyond All Knowledge And Power, that was their response! They did not care! Bastards they are, O Ace One, and they didn't care that I told them that you would hunt them down for taking away your righteous playthings!"
The dragon raised an eyebrow. "Ace One? You MUST be struggling, permission to re-use titles from the last visit. Anyway. Bastards? Where do they come from?"
The mayor shrugged. "Dunno." He suddenly felt a bit warmer. "Oh, Overlord of Our Lives, they did not tell us!"
Sensar withdrew his head a bit. "Bastardly," he muttered. He shook his head, and chuckled. "Where did they go?"
The aging mayor pointed deeper into the valley. "They have camps where they perform experiments way off that way. Out of the valley, even, it's a completely different region, Great Red."
Sensar drew himself up and cracked his knuckles. "Well, then, I must be off after my kill-toys. This might be a break in a especially boring last few sleep cycles. Now, then, we shall re-commence!"
His last sentence boomed over the town, and perplexed archers immediately began firing again, the the fireball of the mage hit him. The old mayor hobbled back inside and Sensar swooped over the town, killing with glee as he zig-zagged, flying low over the streets of the town.
His chaotic mind was churning. Steal his fun, would they? They would learn how to be Bastardly elsewhere.
Heheh, Bastardly... That should be a new word. Now it is!
