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Anyone want to write an RP on dragons?
submitted by Tiffany W., age 10, Nashville, TN
(August 6, 2011 - 8:44 pm)
(August 6, 2011 - 8:44 pm)
Anyone want to write an RP on dragons?
It's ok. Thanks for making a map.
(August 20, 2011 - 4:25 pm)
Thanks for letting me join. Will write after dinner.
Spammy says rgng. Rugnug? Rugbug? Snug as a bug in a rug? Gee, I didn't know you were a bug, Spammy
(August 20, 2011 - 6:41 pm)
Why hasn't SC's post shown up yet? They usually show up in an hour or two!
(August 21, 2011 - 6:12 pm)
Thanks for letting me join!
Endeyrory Pracea
The dragon snorted in her sleep. I froze, but she didn't wake. That was the problem with female dragons. If she had an egg, she was more likely to be ready for any sign of an intruder. Someone like me. But I wasn't here to steal her egg, even though the fetched the highest price of the dragon blackmarket. I was here to kill her, and then her unborn child.
I've been doing this for three years, and I know my job. I had already draped the nets over the entrance, and spiked them into the rock, but I had left an opening big enough for me to slip through. I had learned the hard way not to get stuck in a cave with an angry dragon.
I moved slowly,creeping along the wall to get a better look at the dragon. She was more green than blue, and only about ten feet long, not nearly long enough to be the dragon who killed my sister. And I still couldn't remember if the dragon was male or female.
I drew my sword, slowly and quietly. Dragons have amazing hearing. I am ashamed to admit, that among the more elite dragon slayer circles, I'm known as Endey the Thief. I sneak. Which, according to them, is completely cowardly. They think it's better to yell at the dragon, taunt it and mock it until it comes out of it's cave, and then to charge it. Yet notice how they are missing fingers and limbs and are burned and scarred. That's where their so called bravery gets them in the end: dead. Dead and eaten. Sure, I've broken a few bones, been scratched too many times to count, but at age seventeen, I'm the second most sucessful dragon slayer alive. 74 dragons dead by my hand to date. Only the legendary Verdomin "Dom" Rizlak has more, at 93. But he's retired now. I intend to beat his record by the time I'm nineteen.
I'm not looking to be recognized, either. Sure, it's nice, people knowing my name. But I don't want to be knighted by the king. i don't want to live in a castle made of melted dragon's gold. I don't want to rescue pretty girls. I just want all the dragons dead. Dead. Extinct. Gone forever from this earth.
Speaking of dead dragons...This one finally opened her large, blue, eye. I raised my sword, ready to fend off an attack. But she sighed and closed it again, a trail of smoke coming from her mouth. Then I realized what I should have seen much earlier. This dragon was sick, sick from the infection of an open wound. There was still a spear stuck in her leg. She would die soon.
"Please," she whispered softly, and that was the only word she had strength for. Please had so many meanings. It was the last word she would ever say. I plunged my sword onto her neck, and off her head came.
I left the nearby town the next day, half of the dragon's gold with me, the other half left to help repair the town.
I hate it when they ask. It's so much easier when they try to kill me.
You see, I'm cursed. Cursed to understand every word they say, and to be able to speak back. Those dragon riders, they call it a blessing, but it's a curse.
Spammy says rung. The ladder rung? The bell rung in the tower? Hmm...is Spammy going Oracle again?
(August 21, 2011 - 1:56 pm)
AWESOME!
(August 22, 2011 - 7:48 pm)
Kerra--
"Down! I see one! Go down!" I whisper to Sunflame. She nods to show me that she heard me. She whispers something back, but combined with my limited understanding of the dragons' language and the wind blowing through my ears, I can't make out what she said.
She lands silently, folding her wings without a sound. I jump off of her back, unsheathing my dagger as I do. The handle is carved into the shape of a dragon's head, rearing back as if about to blow fire. I was scared of it as a child, when its sheath was on my father's belt and not my own. Now it's not frightening to me, only fascinating.
I quiet my breathing as I approach the spot where I had seen the trapped Draconem Absque Alis (Dragon Without Wings). Referred to around the nearby villages just as "runners", because their strong legs made up for their lack of flight. They can run 3 times as fast as a human, which is why it would have taken a very smart Catcher to trap this one. I examined the tracks around where the dragon lay unconscious. One pair of footprints was from a man's boots. Presumably the Catcher. But there were two sets of runner footprints. One led to the trapped dragon. The other met up with the man's footprints. Where they met, the man's prints disappeared, and the runner's tracks went on into the woods. The Catcher had used a runner to catch another runner! I cut the ropes binding the trapped runner, then ran back to Sunflame.
"I freed him, but I want to know who the Catcher is. We follow those runner prints there." I point to where the Catcher's runner's tracks vanished into the trees. Sunflame took off and we flew low alongside the tracks.
(August 23, 2011 - 7:22 pm)
I think my comment didn't show up because none of the comments posted on Sunday showed up. Maybe the Admins don't work on Sundays.
Admins, do the Admins work on Sundays?
Spammy says kmob? Kabob? Fruit kabobs? Sorry, Spammy, I don't have any fruitkabobs.
(August 22, 2011 - 8:26 pm)
what happened to my post? :P
(August 24, 2011 - 8:29 pm)
The posts have been kind of slow to show up lately
will post later
(August 26, 2011 - 2:18 pm)
Ferr looks around in disbelief. "It was my fault!!!" he says angrily. "If I had somehow stopped these idiots..."
"It's not your fault, Ferr." I say, still shaking inside. "There was nothing you could've done. Nothing anyone could've done."
"We have to do SOMETHING!!!" Ferr roars. "We can't let these knights get away with this!"
"We'll see some other dragons of the forest, to see if they can be of any help. Alson is due to hatch, but she knows a great deal." I put on my prized dark green cloak, and head to Lson's cave.
***
When we arrived at alson's cave, we were in for a terrible shock. A net was draped over her cave, making it impossible for a dragon to get through. There was a small opening though, just big enough for me.
"Odd." I say. Nobody I know uses slyness to hurt a dragon. "Wait here, Ferr." With that, I climbed into the cave.
A terrible scene of destruction was what I found inside the cave. The remains of Alson's body was lying on the cold floor, missing its skin, horns, and several other body parts. Her treasure, a very fine collection, is missing too. And her egg is nowhere in sight.
"Someone was here!" I call out to Ferr. "And I'll bet you my cloak that it wasn't knights."
(August 26, 2011 - 2:51 pm)
Ooops, did I say slyness? I meant stealth
(August 26, 2011 - 4:56 pm)
Yes, it SEEMS that the Admins don't work on Sundays.
Oh, I usually do when I'm home, but I've been on vacation. Just got back into town and my computer late this afternoon.
Admin
(August 28, 2011 - 5:15 pm)
I'm assuming that that's me, right?
Also, are we in an alternate universe, and are our character actually speaking English? I didn't think of this before, but I noticed that the Runners, Dragons Without Wings, was "Something Something Alis" and I know from a school project that Alis is wings in Latin.
Endeyrory Pracea
As soon as I saw the dragon with the girl on its back, I ducked my horse under some trees, but I don't think they would have noticed us anyway. But I did get a good look at the girl. It was Siara Rizlak, the granddaughter of Verdomin "Dom" Rizlak, the legendary dragon slayer. Her entire family were dragon slayers, except for her. When she was about twelve or so, she ran off, and the nicer stories said that she had been eaten by the very dragons she went to live with, but the meaner stories said that she liked them, and could understand them. Like me.
I guess the meaner stories are true.
They were heading straight to the cave of the dragon that I had just killed two days ago. Bad news for me. They'll find what's left of the dragon's body, and they'll know it wasn't knights. If it was a knight, the knight would still be by the cave, drunk. Speaking of knights, they came from the east. That's where there was a plan to start exterminating every dragon in the forest. My bet was that the knights who were there are all dead now, but there was so many of them that they probably took a good number of dragons with them.
I rode my horse as hard and as fast as I could until I got to the next town, Garcee. Garcee has a decent blackmarket, but I only sell to one trader, Leist Esandice. He's about forty or so, and he doesn't try to cheat. Gives a fair price, but he's a bit nosy. But if I add in a few gold pieces, he'll keep his mouth shut about me being around Garcee.
I grabbed a nondescript brown cloak with a hood that I use when I don't want to be seen. I don't look like a dragon slayer- I have all of my fingers and I'm not burned. But my face would be enough to attract unwanted attention.
Leist looked at my cloak. "Why don't you come around the back?" he asked quietly. I did. "Why the gloomy face?" he boomed. "Girl trouble?"
There. Right there. The perfect lie. "As a matter fact..." I said, making sure to look embarrassed.
Leist clapped my on the shoulder "Don't worry about it, Endey," he boomed, "you were never here."
"Thanks." But I added a few extra dragon parts to our bargaining, just in case.
I got out of there as fast as I could.
Dragon riders and people who live with dragons are just as dangerous as dragons. Fiercely protective of their dragons, and most of them can communicate pretty well. There was an incident, about a year ago, where I had to kill a dragon rider. Otherwise, he would have killed me. Dragon catchers are better. Ecspecially if they do all the work of trapping a dragon for you and all you have to do is kill the dragon.
It's best just to try to avoid encounters with anybody who associates with dragons.
But I have a very good instinct, and I know that no matter how far I rode, how fast I got there, a dragon was faster. And my gut was telling me that Siara Rizlak had already found what was left of the dragon and she was on my trail.
Spammy says mfux. I'm a fox? I thought Spammy was a bug in a rug!!!???
(August 27, 2011 - 3:53 pm)
Coool.
(August 29, 2011 - 3:40 pm)
We are probably in another universe, or in something like medieval Europe with dragons. We are probably not speaking English.
(August 29, 2011 - 4:44 pm)