Post by Drakkvonlego on Apr 9, 2014 18:09:57 GMT -8
Restricted: Death From Above
After an extended stay with the Countess Celene, Drakk began his journey back to commander Trask. It had been some time since he last saw the grizzled commander, and that old man now owed him several chests of gold. As he soared high above the massive oaks of Lenfald, he felt at peace - a rare emotion for one such as he. The crisp air was clean and refreshing, and the scents of the forest filled him with contentment...until he smelled the stink of men. As he focused on the scent, he altered his course to intercept. As the stink intensified he spotted them. A large band of warriors...consisting of all three Roawian factions! He never thought he would see Lenfels, Loresi, and Garheim all marching together, their petty squabbles always kept them from uniting. The sight reminded him of the last time they had joined forces: the crusade to “purge” his homeland of magic. The familiar anger arose within him, and he longed to spill their blood and avenge his people. As a flame ignited in his left claw, he unsheathed his intricate sword, and dove straight at the unsuspecting soldiers…
More Angles (hard to get 1 good one!)
Vignette: Victory!!!!
Drakk landed right in the middle of the united forces, but not before decapitating an oblivious Lenfald. As the shocked soldiers gawked at their still-standing-but-headless comrade, Drakk spat out a curse in draconic and gestured for the others to attack. After an epic battle [so epic in fact, it is too amazing to be explained by mere words], they all lay broken and bleeding at Drakk’s feet. With a wild grin and eyes alight with fire, he threw back his head and roared his victory!
