Post by Jechlter on May 15, 2011 23:26:35 GMT -5
((This is just an idea I felt like would come out as something pretty cool. . Maybe the ending to a book or a D&D Campaign. In this story there's two characters, Devon and Tarill. Devon = Me, Jacob, and Tarill = Blatant Disobedience.))
And so the two ran on, their breath flowing heavily from their cold and winded lungs. A break in the shadows brought forth a dim hue of gray, the two adventurers bursting from the darkness of the tunnels and coming from the mountain, onto a massively scaled bridge. The bridge ran at least four hundred feet long, from the exit they came to the next opening in the mountains. Devon came to a jerked halt once they broke from the shadows, a heavy breath exiting his lips in a plume of steam. "You've got to be kidding," He blurted between breaths as his companion came to a halt next to him, giving the same irritated glare as his own. "We've made it this far, we cannot let it catch up to us now." Tarill spoke up, defiant in his own tone regardless of the underlining fear that rode within it. With a gentle pat onto Devon's shoulder, and a returning nod from the Half-Elven Pirate, the two continued their run.
With every step the two grew more and more weary, and even as they closed the distance between them and their goal, it only felt as if it grew long. But it wasn't long until that weary feeling was claimed by fear and anger, as a great shadow passed over the two. They came to a halt as the sound of wings flapped, breaking the wind over them as the shadow's source revealed itself, coming forth from the clouds and landing atop the bridge, between the two and their goal.
The great Dragon snorted smoke as it's head rose, the dagger-casting golden eyes staring down upon the two. It's wings spread so far it looked as if it could cover the mountainside in it's girth, it's claws digging into the rocky surface below it. A heaving of it's great chest brought the beast's head up high, and with a mighty roar it shook the very foundation of the earth around it. The sound echoed through the ears of both heroes, but both stood their ground, a defiantly fearful gaze set in them. With the beast's slow halt of it's cry, it lowered it's head some-what to look down upon the two men before it. "You've done an excellent job of wasting my time, mortals," The beast spoke in the common tongue, it's guttural voice booming over the blowing of the icy winds. "However, this game is over. Prepare to face doom." The two barely had time to act as the Dragon brought in a great inhale from it's nostrils, the sound of moving air coming from deep within it's breast. Devon, being the quicker of the two, gave a cry towards his companion, "Move, Tarill!" before rolling himself towards the left, throwing his shoulder to the ground as he came up with finesse. Tarill blinked, looking to the side as he was called for, but looked back just in time to notice the huge stream of fire as it exited the mouth of the great beast. The Warlock found motion in his muscles as he threw himself to the side, the wave of fire spreading behind the two as it caught the man by his legs. He cried out, but his natural magics gave him resistance to the deadly flames, and he pat them out with help of the cool air. But as the two rose and looked behind them, the flames engulfed their only exit, leaving them but one option.
"Fine then,"Devon muttered as he reached back to the hilt of a blade sheathed on his back, drawing it forth. The blade hummed deeply as he drew it, almost as if it sung in it's crystalline hue. With his other hand he drew another sword, which gave a slight ethereal glow. "We've got no other choice, then lets face the beastie. With me, Tarill!" The Half-Eleven Dread Pirate gave a cry that echoed through the mountains, the crystal blade seeming to hum in response as he called forth in a magic tongue, casting a spell to him and his ally. The Warlock felt his body quicken as did Devon's own, and the two looked to one another, giving a brotherly nod before turning to face the beast. Tarill began to shout loudly in the magical tongue as well, weaving his arms back and forth from his chest as a dark purple glow began to consume his arms. The magic flowed into a ball near his chest as he shouted, his eyes alighting in an orange flame with the suddenly color shifting magic upon his arms and the ball. Crying with sudden force, "Ech'Valthka!" He sent a massive ball of the orange energy at the Dragon, the scepter strapped to his side glowing brightly as it powered the very ball. It struck the beast square in the chest, causing it to cry out in pain as the magic consumed it's scales momentarily. Devon nodded approvingly to Tarill as the Warlock came down from his Magical high, smirking one-sidedly to the Half-Elf. Devon's eyes double-glanced before he turned his head, "Tarill! Look out!" He called to his friend, but too late. The Dragon was upon the Warlock now, and before the Warlock had time to respond, he was struck by a massive swinging tail. The tail sent him skidding back a few feet, rolling once or twice in a great cry of pain. Tarill's vision swirled as the Dragon roared triumphantly, beginning to speak, "Your death is upon you, Warlock. May you remember this day in the next life, and the next." As it brought it's massive claw into the air, ready to take the Warlock's life, a sudden blur came forth and snatched the man from the ground, and off the ledge. "What?! Impossible!" The great Dragon called out in defiance as the Dread Pirate grinned to his companion, the two beginning to fall at an alarming rate. "Hold on my friend, things are about to get bumpy." Devon shouted to his dizzied friend over the sound of the rushing wind, reaching back into his jacket and pulling forth a small brown bag. This bag was no ordinary bag, as the Half-Elf had been given one from one of his previous companions before, a small gnome whom had no sense of the word "Law." The bag could hold items--no matter what size-- within it, and Devon needed one item now.He called to the bag, "Come, Ebon Beauty!" As he opened it, and a sudden groan and creak came from within it. In seconds, a massive ship emerged from the bag's magical innards, and the two landed upon it. It was one with it's name, as the wood and the very metal on it was all made of a black color, as well as the Flag. The Flag bore an Hourglass, shattered at the center with two wicked daggers stabbed through it. Devon thought himself clever; It was to be there savior, or their destruction.
The Pirate wasted no time, moving to stand as he set his friend down and calling forth once more, slamming his hand against the Main-sail's pole. The entire ship glowed a bright gold for a moment, before it began to fall slowly, and even ride with the occasional breeze. Tarill came to from the flash, forcing himself up through the pain in his muscles and aches in his bones. "What. . Have you. . ." The Warlock's eyes went wide as he realized their situation, suddenly turning and moving over to the ship's door, towards the Captain's Quarters. "Come on then, you massive beast! Come show my Beauty what fury lies within the Dragons of the Red!"
The Red Dragon looked down in disbelief, feeling it almost impossible for such a thing to occur. But here it happened, before his very eyes! But no such tricks would save these two from him, and with that in mind he took to the skies, diving down towards the falling ship. As he approached, he took in another deep inhale from his nostrils, and as he made a pass about the ship he breathed fire upon it, attempting to destroy the object in one fell swoop. But Devon was ready, reaching up and grasping the rope to the main sail, and grasping one of the ropes to his right. He tugged hard, with all his might, giving another magical cry as his arms gave a bright blue glow, and he felt the strength of a Bull engulf him. The Ebon Beauty creaked and groaned in defiance, and as the fire came towards it, it turned hard in the very sky-- away from the main force of the blast. It was caught on the side, however, and the boat was lit ablaze. Devon cried out in pain for his ship as the wood groaned against the burning flames, but the ship held fast and strong for it's Captain. Within moments Tarill returned, having healed himself and noticing his friends predicament. Devon looked up at the Dragon, glaring at it with full vengeance in mind as he called to his friend. "Tarill, take the wheel! We're going to turn the Beauty around!" "Are you insane, Devon?!" Tarill called over the winds, "You can't mean to--" "Ram it!" Devon finished his sentence, "Yes my dearest friend, I do, and I mean to take this Dragon to the depths of the Abyss with the Ebon Beauty! If my ship should die, we shall take the beast that slew her with it!" Tarill gazed upon his tangled companion for a long time, before simply giving away to logic and turning, moving up the stairs and grasping the wheel. "May the Gods look upon us on this day, Tarill! For we shall need their assistance after this!" Devon shouted to the skies as the Dragon turned, beginning to make it's next move. "For the Beauty! For our friends!" With his words he pulled hard on the ropes, the wood groaning hard against his sudden strength as he cried, "Turn my friend, Turn the Beauty to face the beast!" Tarill pulled heavily, putting his weight against the wheel as it fought to push him back. The Ebon Beauty slowly but surely began to turn to face the Dragon, and when it turned and began it's charge, Tarill freed one hand to cast once more. "Spek'Aren!" His voice called over the winds as the scepter glowed brightly, the magic flowing into his arm and his hand. The magic formed into the shape of a dark purple spear, the orange flames lining the insides as it let loose, firing from the oncoming ship and at the Dragon.
The Dragon brought it's force towards the ship, meaning to destroy it-- And the mortal's with it. However, the spear suddenly striking it in the snout caught it off guard, forcing the Dragon to cry out in pain and halt it's charge, it let loose another wave of it's flames, but to no avail as it fired blatantly into the clouds. "Come on then, you big ugly Cherry! Allow us to show you how a Pirate gets things done!" Devon called at it as the ship came in full, and the glow suddenly left it for a brief moment. But the ship carried up, coming upwards before suddenly falling, over the Dragon. The Dragon cried higher as the Ebon Beauty slammed atop it, forcing it from it's flight and beginning to drag the beast down with it. "Foolish mortals! You'll kill us all!" It cried defiantly, clawing and scraping at the underside of the massive ship. Devon smirked to himself as he released the ropes, ducking so that they didn't smack him and take him along for the ride. "Tarill! Jump!" The Half-Elven pirate called out to his companion, the Warlock giving him a glare. "You -are- a madman!" "Not a madman, Tarill! Pirate!" Devon called as he laughed, leaping up and calling forth, expending yet another burst of his magical energy to glow the same golden hue, falling slowly. Tarill looked down, then up to his companion, then back down. A sudden shake from within the hull forced the Warlock off, and as he closed his eyes to accept death, the same glow caught him in it's soft hold. The two fell slowly as they looked down to the sudden carnage.
The Ebon Beauty took the attacks from the Dragon, but could hold no longer, and as it groaned open, it's contents within came free.
Gun Powder. Barrels, and barrels, of Gun Powder.
The Dragon's claws scraped on barrel as it suddenly ignited, and the barrels all began to burst one after another. The Great beast's death-cry was short lived as the fire and shrapnel consumed it in it's massive bursts, and the ship brought the beast down to the mountain's base. The sounds of destruction ended in one abrupt halt, the final sound of the Ebon Beauty's wood splintering the chest of the Dragon giving way to the silence.
The two companions slowly continued their fall, Devon forcing himself into a dive before halting once more, to smile at his friend. Tarill looked back, giving him a scowl, before turning it to a one-sided smile. "Pirates. . Truly full of surprises." He said, and Devon gave him a sorrowed chuckle. "Indeed. . But no Captain is a Captain without his Ship." Devon's voice trailed, and Tarill's hand slowly clasped his companion's shoulder. The two fell together, slow enough to make their landing near the rubble, and continue their escape. . .
But the question was. . .To Where?
And so the two ran on, their breath flowing heavily from their cold and winded lungs. A break in the shadows brought forth a dim hue of gray, the two adventurers bursting from the darkness of the tunnels and coming from the mountain, onto a massively scaled bridge. The bridge ran at least four hundred feet long, from the exit they came to the next opening in the mountains. Devon came to a jerked halt once they broke from the shadows, a heavy breath exiting his lips in a plume of steam. "You've got to be kidding," He blurted between breaths as his companion came to a halt next to him, giving the same irritated glare as his own. "We've made it this far, we cannot let it catch up to us now." Tarill spoke up, defiant in his own tone regardless of the underlining fear that rode within it. With a gentle pat onto Devon's shoulder, and a returning nod from the Half-Elven Pirate, the two continued their run.
With every step the two grew more and more weary, and even as they closed the distance between them and their goal, it only felt as if it grew long. But it wasn't long until that weary feeling was claimed by fear and anger, as a great shadow passed over the two. They came to a halt as the sound of wings flapped, breaking the wind over them as the shadow's source revealed itself, coming forth from the clouds and landing atop the bridge, between the two and their goal.
The great Dragon snorted smoke as it's head rose, the dagger-casting golden eyes staring down upon the two. It's wings spread so far it looked as if it could cover the mountainside in it's girth, it's claws digging into the rocky surface below it. A heaving of it's great chest brought the beast's head up high, and with a mighty roar it shook the very foundation of the earth around it. The sound echoed through the ears of both heroes, but both stood their ground, a defiantly fearful gaze set in them. With the beast's slow halt of it's cry, it lowered it's head some-what to look down upon the two men before it. "You've done an excellent job of wasting my time, mortals," The beast spoke in the common tongue, it's guttural voice booming over the blowing of the icy winds. "However, this game is over. Prepare to face doom." The two barely had time to act as the Dragon brought in a great inhale from it's nostrils, the sound of moving air coming from deep within it's breast. Devon, being the quicker of the two, gave a cry towards his companion, "Move, Tarill!" before rolling himself towards the left, throwing his shoulder to the ground as he came up with finesse. Tarill blinked, looking to the side as he was called for, but looked back just in time to notice the huge stream of fire as it exited the mouth of the great beast. The Warlock found motion in his muscles as he threw himself to the side, the wave of fire spreading behind the two as it caught the man by his legs. He cried out, but his natural magics gave him resistance to the deadly flames, and he pat them out with help of the cool air. But as the two rose and looked behind them, the flames engulfed their only exit, leaving them but one option.
"Fine then,"Devon muttered as he reached back to the hilt of a blade sheathed on his back, drawing it forth. The blade hummed deeply as he drew it, almost as if it sung in it's crystalline hue. With his other hand he drew another sword, which gave a slight ethereal glow. "We've got no other choice, then lets face the beastie. With me, Tarill!" The Half-Eleven Dread Pirate gave a cry that echoed through the mountains, the crystal blade seeming to hum in response as he called forth in a magic tongue, casting a spell to him and his ally. The Warlock felt his body quicken as did Devon's own, and the two looked to one another, giving a brotherly nod before turning to face the beast. Tarill began to shout loudly in the magical tongue as well, weaving his arms back and forth from his chest as a dark purple glow began to consume his arms. The magic flowed into a ball near his chest as he shouted, his eyes alighting in an orange flame with the suddenly color shifting magic upon his arms and the ball. Crying with sudden force, "Ech'Valthka!" He sent a massive ball of the orange energy at the Dragon, the scepter strapped to his side glowing brightly as it powered the very ball. It struck the beast square in the chest, causing it to cry out in pain as the magic consumed it's scales momentarily. Devon nodded approvingly to Tarill as the Warlock came down from his Magical high, smirking one-sidedly to the Half-Elf. Devon's eyes double-glanced before he turned his head, "Tarill! Look out!" He called to his friend, but too late. The Dragon was upon the Warlock now, and before the Warlock had time to respond, he was struck by a massive swinging tail. The tail sent him skidding back a few feet, rolling once or twice in a great cry of pain. Tarill's vision swirled as the Dragon roared triumphantly, beginning to speak, "Your death is upon you, Warlock. May you remember this day in the next life, and the next." As it brought it's massive claw into the air, ready to take the Warlock's life, a sudden blur came forth and snatched the man from the ground, and off the ledge. "What?! Impossible!" The great Dragon called out in defiance as the Dread Pirate grinned to his companion, the two beginning to fall at an alarming rate. "Hold on my friend, things are about to get bumpy." Devon shouted to his dizzied friend over the sound of the rushing wind, reaching back into his jacket and pulling forth a small brown bag. This bag was no ordinary bag, as the Half-Elf had been given one from one of his previous companions before, a small gnome whom had no sense of the word "Law." The bag could hold items--no matter what size-- within it, and Devon needed one item now.He called to the bag, "Come, Ebon Beauty!" As he opened it, and a sudden groan and creak came from within it. In seconds, a massive ship emerged from the bag's magical innards, and the two landed upon it. It was one with it's name, as the wood and the very metal on it was all made of a black color, as well as the Flag. The Flag bore an Hourglass, shattered at the center with two wicked daggers stabbed through it. Devon thought himself clever; It was to be there savior, or their destruction.
The Pirate wasted no time, moving to stand as he set his friend down and calling forth once more, slamming his hand against the Main-sail's pole. The entire ship glowed a bright gold for a moment, before it began to fall slowly, and even ride with the occasional breeze. Tarill came to from the flash, forcing himself up through the pain in his muscles and aches in his bones. "What. . Have you. . ." The Warlock's eyes went wide as he realized their situation, suddenly turning and moving over to the ship's door, towards the Captain's Quarters. "Come on then, you massive beast! Come show my Beauty what fury lies within the Dragons of the Red!"
The Red Dragon looked down in disbelief, feeling it almost impossible for such a thing to occur. But here it happened, before his very eyes! But no such tricks would save these two from him, and with that in mind he took to the skies, diving down towards the falling ship. As he approached, he took in another deep inhale from his nostrils, and as he made a pass about the ship he breathed fire upon it, attempting to destroy the object in one fell swoop. But Devon was ready, reaching up and grasping the rope to the main sail, and grasping one of the ropes to his right. He tugged hard, with all his might, giving another magical cry as his arms gave a bright blue glow, and he felt the strength of a Bull engulf him. The Ebon Beauty creaked and groaned in defiance, and as the fire came towards it, it turned hard in the very sky-- away from the main force of the blast. It was caught on the side, however, and the boat was lit ablaze. Devon cried out in pain for his ship as the wood groaned against the burning flames, but the ship held fast and strong for it's Captain. Within moments Tarill returned, having healed himself and noticing his friends predicament. Devon looked up at the Dragon, glaring at it with full vengeance in mind as he called to his friend. "Tarill, take the wheel! We're going to turn the Beauty around!" "Are you insane, Devon?!" Tarill called over the winds, "You can't mean to--" "Ram it!" Devon finished his sentence, "Yes my dearest friend, I do, and I mean to take this Dragon to the depths of the Abyss with the Ebon Beauty! If my ship should die, we shall take the beast that slew her with it!" Tarill gazed upon his tangled companion for a long time, before simply giving away to logic and turning, moving up the stairs and grasping the wheel. "May the Gods look upon us on this day, Tarill! For we shall need their assistance after this!" Devon shouted to the skies as the Dragon turned, beginning to make it's next move. "For the Beauty! For our friends!" With his words he pulled hard on the ropes, the wood groaning hard against his sudden strength as he cried, "Turn my friend, Turn the Beauty to face the beast!" Tarill pulled heavily, putting his weight against the wheel as it fought to push him back. The Ebon Beauty slowly but surely began to turn to face the Dragon, and when it turned and began it's charge, Tarill freed one hand to cast once more. "Spek'Aren!" His voice called over the winds as the scepter glowed brightly, the magic flowing into his arm and his hand. The magic formed into the shape of a dark purple spear, the orange flames lining the insides as it let loose, firing from the oncoming ship and at the Dragon.
The Dragon brought it's force towards the ship, meaning to destroy it-- And the mortal's with it. However, the spear suddenly striking it in the snout caught it off guard, forcing the Dragon to cry out in pain and halt it's charge, it let loose another wave of it's flames, but to no avail as it fired blatantly into the clouds. "Come on then, you big ugly Cherry! Allow us to show you how a Pirate gets things done!" Devon called at it as the ship came in full, and the glow suddenly left it for a brief moment. But the ship carried up, coming upwards before suddenly falling, over the Dragon. The Dragon cried higher as the Ebon Beauty slammed atop it, forcing it from it's flight and beginning to drag the beast down with it. "Foolish mortals! You'll kill us all!" It cried defiantly, clawing and scraping at the underside of the massive ship. Devon smirked to himself as he released the ropes, ducking so that they didn't smack him and take him along for the ride. "Tarill! Jump!" The Half-Elven pirate called out to his companion, the Warlock giving him a glare. "You -are- a madman!" "Not a madman, Tarill! Pirate!" Devon called as he laughed, leaping up and calling forth, expending yet another burst of his magical energy to glow the same golden hue, falling slowly. Tarill looked down, then up to his companion, then back down. A sudden shake from within the hull forced the Warlock off, and as he closed his eyes to accept death, the same glow caught him in it's soft hold. The two fell slowly as they looked down to the sudden carnage.
The Ebon Beauty took the attacks from the Dragon, but could hold no longer, and as it groaned open, it's contents within came free.
Gun Powder. Barrels, and barrels, of Gun Powder.
The Dragon's claws scraped on barrel as it suddenly ignited, and the barrels all began to burst one after another. The Great beast's death-cry was short lived as the fire and shrapnel consumed it in it's massive bursts, and the ship brought the beast down to the mountain's base. The sounds of destruction ended in one abrupt halt, the final sound of the Ebon Beauty's wood splintering the chest of the Dragon giving way to the silence.
The two companions slowly continued their fall, Devon forcing himself into a dive before halting once more, to smile at his friend. Tarill looked back, giving him a scowl, before turning it to a one-sided smile. "Pirates. . Truly full of surprises." He said, and Devon gave him a sorrowed chuckle. "Indeed. . But no Captain is a Captain without his Ship." Devon's voice trailed, and Tarill's hand slowly clasped his companion's shoulder. The two fell together, slow enough to make their landing near the rubble, and continue their escape. . .
But the question was. . .To Where?
