Post by Sir Caedric Moore on Jun 17, 2015 17:39:24 GMT -8
My Heroes Guild Journeyman 1 entry and my second installment of my part in the Rise of the Wyrms collab.
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"You've done it..." the Garhim from Dunharris said with a mixture of astonishment and relief. "You've slain the Wyrm."
"Aye," Sir Caedric replied with a grin, pulling his gleaming sword from the neck of the dragon as it lay dead and smoking at his feet. "With your help, Ian. Yours and that of your men."
"And my ballista," Sir Ian smirked.
Caedric laughed. "Just so. I can't thank you enough. I'm afraid there won't be any feasts until the nest is found, however. Care to join me on a little climb?"
"Eesh," Ian said gazing upwards at the mountains behind them, its snowy cliffs towering over the ruined fort dotted with small evergreens and sparse vegetation. "As fun as that sounds, I've got to get back to Dunharris. But the offer stands - next you're up my way, stop on by."
"I'll be sure to darken your doorway one of these days."
"I hope so. Wind at your back, brother," Sir Ian smiled before turning north and leading his men-at-arms down the old road that led out of the foothills that marked the end of the Pinewoods of Orevale and into the Great Driftplains of Garheim.
"Courage, Honor, Loyalty. For Garheim, brother."
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"Is it much further, m'lord?"
"Not far," Layton Connors replied, urging the young ranger from below. "But what's your rush, lad? Ye eager to be roasted by some wee dragons?"
"Surely... surely the little ones can't breathe fire, too... can they, sir?" the boy asked, clearly still shaken from the battle with the dragon.
"Who's to say? But the mother could - and you bet the male's waiting in those caverns for us."
"Less talking, more climbing, Layton," came a stern voice from above the young ranger.
"Oh, come off it, Caedric. Yeh're no fun."
"The time for fun is not yet at hand, Sir Connors, and I'll not have you frightening my recruits," the Captain said with a grin, tossing a handfull of snow down past the freckled boy where it landed on the plumed helmet of the big knight with a fwump!
"I'm not scared, m'lord. Honest. Just concerned, is all. New tunic, and what have you... hate to see such nice embroidery go to waste, is all. Really."
"We're jus' messing with you, Ronny," Sir Layton relented from below, pulling himself hand over hand up the thick hempen rope. "Just a little hazing, is all - what with you being a new recruit, Fledgeling."
"That old knight has the right of it, though, Ronald," the Captain of the Valeguard called down. "The caverns aren't far, now."
"And neither are the dragons..." he thought.
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Comments and criticism welcome!
Ronin
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"You've done it..." the Garhim from Dunharris said with a mixture of astonishment and relief. "You've slain the Wyrm."
"Aye," Sir Caedric replied with a grin, pulling his gleaming sword from the neck of the dragon as it lay dead and smoking at his feet. "With your help, Ian. Yours and that of your men."
"And my ballista," Sir Ian smirked.
Caedric laughed. "Just so. I can't thank you enough. I'm afraid there won't be any feasts until the nest is found, however. Care to join me on a little climb?"
"Eesh," Ian said gazing upwards at the mountains behind them, its snowy cliffs towering over the ruined fort dotted with small evergreens and sparse vegetation. "As fun as that sounds, I've got to get back to Dunharris. But the offer stands - next you're up my way, stop on by."
"I'll be sure to darken your doorway one of these days."
"I hope so. Wind at your back, brother," Sir Ian smiled before turning north and leading his men-at-arms down the old road that led out of the foothills that marked the end of the Pinewoods of Orevale and into the Great Driftplains of Garheim.
"Courage, Honor, Loyalty. For Garheim, brother."
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"Is it much further, m'lord?"
"Not far," Layton Connors replied, urging the young ranger from below. "But what's your rush, lad? Ye eager to be roasted by some wee dragons?"
"Surely... surely the little ones can't breathe fire, too... can they, sir?" the boy asked, clearly still shaken from the battle with the dragon.
"Who's to say? But the mother could - and you bet the male's waiting in those caverns for us."
"Less talking, more climbing, Layton," came a stern voice from above the young ranger.
"Oh, come off it, Caedric. Yeh're no fun."
"The time for fun is not yet at hand, Sir Connors, and I'll not have you frightening my recruits," the Captain said with a grin, tossing a handfull of snow down past the freckled boy where it landed on the plumed helmet of the big knight with a fwump!
"I'm not scared, m'lord. Honest. Just concerned, is all. New tunic, and what have you... hate to see such nice embroidery go to waste, is all. Really."
"We're jus' messing with you, Ronny," Sir Layton relented from below, pulling himself hand over hand up the thick hempen rope. "Just a little hazing, is all - what with you being a new recruit, Fledgeling."
"That old knight has the right of it, though, Ronald," the Captain of the Valeguard called down. "The caverns aren't far, now."
"And neither are the dragons..." he thought.
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Comments and criticism welcome!
Ronin
