Come for the princess, stay for the dragon (Potential Opening; Pm for details)

[swordandsandle]

If one where a bird, flying above the foothills of the mountions as they often do, close to a small goat-herding village that smelled suspicously like dung, you would see two men begining to acend the game trial upwards, the light glow of the sun passing just overhead. These men where different in many ways; One was a slight fellow, but tall, dressed in a sand brown shirt and a matching set of trousers, his rich brown hair running long and free down his shoulders. The other, a stout sort of fellow, cladden in mail with a couple of plates strapped to his back, everything cut short so that he seemed nearly hairless, and a sharped hailberd in his hand. An odd pair, yes, but a pair none the less, and they where both young and strong in their own ways

"Bothers Hark," the stout man blustered in a deep tone that constently sounded as though he was yelling. "Could you stop that blasted whistling?"

The slight man looked over to the stout one, a silly little song coming from his lips, and smiled as he stopped. "Of course, dwarf sir," his voice was a more mellow, yet convincing tone, a magicl quitly to it, if you will. "I'd never dream of making the man who can chop me in half angery." Of course, the dwarf was always angery, but he knew he was safe, at least until theyd' rescued to the princess.

The two of them had been visting the capital of Arrland not so long ago, a small but plesent kingdom built around a shining lake. They had both also, intrestingly enough, come into the same tavern, although both for different reasons (Hark had wanted to purchase some lodgings, but he'd never asked what the dwarf wanted), and by lucky enough to hear a decree from the town crier. "Whom soever should rescue the princess from the dragon atop the mountions in the west shall receive her hand in marriage, as well as the right to sucession of the kingdom."

The talk in the tavern went to that immediatly.


Of course, many warriors had tried to slay dragons in the past, as had many mages, but all had failed. Dragons where not things you slaied, but creatures you dominated. Now, the dragon's guerdians, those you had to slay. This ment that neather mage nor warrior could do it alone, which had caused the two of them, half-drunk on a combination of equal parts glory and beer, to take the quest together. Now, weeks later, they stood before the great moutions, prepared to go in.

The dwarf would get the princess and the kingdom, and Hark would get the dragon. They were actually that powerful; most coulden't breath fire and they usually stayed small enough that one could touch the base of their necks (However, that topic was one of the things you learned in the proper magical creatures curiculam, not on the streets.) However, they had a strength in the tail like you woulden't beleive, and some could even change into human form. Alot of it depended on the individual dragon, but they where magestic creatures, surely, and since the first time he'd seen one, Hark knew he'd wanted one.

"Say, dwarf," he looked at the small man. "I never actually asked your name, what is it, pray tell?"

(This thread is closed for LittleSprite2. If you are intrested in playing the dwarf, please Pm me for permisson)

 

[LittleSprite2]

Adewen was a golden dragon hatched from an egg and raised by the royal family to guard and protect where she was bidden at 100yrs of age she was taken along with a new baby girl and three servents a ladys maid who would teach the princess all she needed to learn, a warrior and a cook/maid.

The king wished his daughter guarded until he came for her when the current war he was fighting was over or until a man who was clever enough to get past the Dragon Adewen and clame her heart as well as hand in marrage.

When the princess turned 20 Adewen was 120 and came into her full powers.. to her suprise and plesure, she turned into a human... her skin was a warm honey bronze in color as tho kissed by the sun, her eyes were hawk like and gold... her hair white blonde, and down to her hips.

She had a willowy athletic like figure, standing around 5ft in human fourm with high firm round breasts slightly larger than a handfull. when in human shape the princess allowed her to borrow a gown of sky blue silk trimed in white lace with a darker blue over tunic.

After she was able to turn human at will the princess taught her the human toung so that they could speak, and they became friends.. she wished she could let the princess go but knew if she did so that it wasnt the occasional pest of a knight or warrior or mage she had to worrie about... but the kings own army.. because if something happened to the princess because Adewen just let her walk out with out challange.. it was Adewens life.

to better protect the princess she also asked the warrior to teach her skills with a sword and bow should she require the knowladge

The princess was as fair of skin and dark of hair as Adewen was golden.. her skin was light and fair her hair black as ink with blue highlights.. she was taller than Adewen in human form but not as strong. she was 5ft 9' slender but with rather ample breasts, and large dark blue eyes.

She mostly liked to dress in burgendy red velvet trimed in gold with an over tunic of green. but had many other gowns of different combinations. Mostly she dreamed of freedom from the keep altho she liked Adewen she hated being cooped up all the time and dreamed of another life.

no news had come of late from the king... and the numbers of foolsih men arriving had dwinddled .. but while flying around on partoll Adewen chanced to hear a near by town cryer calling out the news....and groned.. would there be no end to mens stupidity.. she thought flying back to the keep.

men would be comming in droves now... well at least those who hadnt already tryed.. if they came she knew they wernt from around this area.. or they would know better..


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[swordandsandle]

=Bump= Checking for dwarf, in none in 24 hours closed

 

[Drakkwall]

"My name is Gorm lad, Gorm Stonefist. Got my surname from the time I punched a boulder into rubble during a bet during a ceasefire during a battlefield two years ago. Didn't have a surname until then." Shifting his warhammer the dwarf looked upon the mountain, a bottle of whiskey in his hand and sipped it before offering it to the mage. "Here lad, a bit of whiskey makes for a good appetiser for battle." He was a rather young dwarf, around thirty years old, like most dwarves was he a strong figure but he was a it more then that. His body was thickly muscled, making his arms and legs look like thick lumber of muscles and his chin had a light bear, along with an average height of four feet was he a rare find among his kin. His hair is red and neatly combed, with his hair cut short, but the back tied in a ponytail and his bear cut short, as to not get in his way, he is a unique dwarf as most of them grow their beards nearly as long as to their feet.

Gorm's a proud warrior who was raised an orphan of a war, he learned quickly how to wield weapons, armour and shields during the war and even more when he took up work as a mercenary. Dressed up in thick plate mail armour with a heavy metal shield strapped to his back along with a warhammer and a battleaxe he looks like a small golem.

He wishes to earn himself a nice woman, lots of gold and power, he had never had a home of his own and many women consider dwarves to be disgusting little drunkard with penises the size of twigs. He did enjoy his ale but he was by no means small in the size of a penis and he would prove himself worthy as a dwarf and a man by earning the hand of the princess. While the thought of a dragon working for you was interesting was he not going to lose the goal in his mind, though he wasn't really sure if he could handle a kingdom as he had never had a real home in his entire life.

He looked upon the entrance, the thick stone looking very nicely made, obvious dwarven craft, he had thought to find a simple cave of badly formed rock, not a nicely crafted dungeon. It made him glad he had meet Hark in the bar when the criers spoke out, dwarven dungeons were resistance to magic but he could tell that these were not as heavily runed as the dwarven citadels. Powerful yes, but Hark's magic would be able to handle anything these lesser runes would try to do. "A lot of runes here, not much in power but lots in quantity. I can't say I know all about them but most of them seems to be surveillance runes and alarms, not much in protections and traps but we better keep a look out."

 

[LittleSprite2]

Adewen was in human form at the moment and dressed in boys leggings and tunic as she practiced sword play with the one guard the princess's father had left behind who at the time he was sent with them had been the captin of the guard.

Adewen's long white blonde hair was braided down her back while she practiced, she wore and easy smile and jested with the warrior over her mistakes, but was also serious and determened when learning to correct those mistakes as well.

The princess watched the practice from a distant corner of the guardens, she sat on a bench in the shade of a willow tree while embrodering, it was a hot day out and she didnt see how Adewen even being a dragon could stand to be out there in it for so long practicing..

but if she knew Adewen well enough she would call a halt soon so that the guard being human could rest, while she switched to practicing archery. Sometimes the princess wished she were free to learn some of the things her friend was but she knew her studies lead in another direction.

she was already adept at running a house hold and learning what she needed to run a keep or castle depending on if her father or anyone ever came for her. Now she was learining different languages which was also something her friend Adewen enjoyed learining along with her.

Adewen called a halt to the sword practice patting the warrior on the back companionably as they walked twords the well to get a dipper of water laughing at some joke he made, before walking over to practice with the bow...

Just as she was notching an arrow she paused.... and replaced it in the quiver holder she handed the bow off to the warrior and took off running transforming as she went.... someone had tripped the rune warining system on the outer parimiter... hopefully it was just another foolish farm boy on a dare she could easly scare away..

Adewen took off in the air letting out a mighty RoaRRRR as she went... far below her she could see the warrior leading the princess into the keep to hide her in the tower as they had done many times before in the past... Adewen sighed...

and then caught sight of who it was who had tripped the alarm... no farm boys this... no... a warrior clearly... and another man.. not in armor... she saw no wepons on him... which could only mean a fool with a death wish acting as a guide to the warrior or .. a Mage...

 

[LittleSprite2]

bumped ?????????// anyone still there ?

 

[Drakkwall]

OOC: I am still here, just waiting for swordandsandals' response.

 

[LittleSprite2]

If your still interested I am lets continue

 

[Drakkwall]

OOC: Okay let's keep going! I will attempt to give the dwarf some rune magic as to compensate for the mage, as I prefer to rp one person most of the time. Oh and the image links no longer works for your characters, they do not appear when you click on them only the search site.

Gorm frowned as he felt danger in the air, grasping his rune lined warhammer, strap on his equally runically engraved dwarven steel shield and strode into the entrance of the ( wasn't it a dungeon?) and had no more time then to blink as a rush of heat filled his world and he barely heard the mage's scream as he was turned into ash. Well bollocks there went his back up.

Deciding that speed and trickery was more needed here then brute strength the dwarf rushed into the tight hallways and spotted a weak section of a wall and with a single hit smashed a hole into it. Taking a leap into the dark tunnel he uncovered the dwarf moved rapidly through the tunnel until he smashed into a fragile wall and came out on top of what looked like a spire leading to a large bridge. Grasping an item he had personally carved the dwarf prepared a trap for the dragon, it was a very large net carved with runes of sapping. They would spa the physical and magical energies of whatever they touches directly and even a dragon would feel the drain and given the fact that this net was mate out of dwarven steel wires would it take the dragon at least a few minutes to remove it.

He had hoped to use the net and some other items to help the boy tame the dragon, but given that the lad was ash it would just have to do for himself to attempt it. It would be difficult as he had never attempted to tame a dragon with runic magic before but it would be the only thing to let him survive this and take his price. Lots of gold, fame and hot warm passionate nights in a proper bed was on the wager here and he couldn't risk it. He used a pair of throwing axes to embed the net between the two spires by the side of the bridge he was standing on, hopefully the dragon wouldn't notice the net as it wasn't exactly fish net thick.

Taking out a bottle of whiskey he tossed it onto the spire to the left before leaping into the tunnel, hopefully the sound of breaking glass or the scent of powerful alcohol would draw the dragon to the net. He could only hope his plan worked as he grasped his warhammer and tapped his shield's edge impatiently as he awaited the arrival of his prey.

 

[LittleSprite2]

She flew up high after having roasted the mage suprised for a moment that had been too easy.. she searched for the other the knight.. folding her wings she dived back down expanding them again she glided low using her sense of smell she did indeed begin flying tword's the trap he had set.

There was a hole in the wall of the keep that hadnt been there previously she hadnt thought the repairs and fortifications that week, but with there only being a few of them rather than many.. Her head turned slowly this way and that as she sought out her prey.

The scent was coming from the direction of the spire and bridge..The sound of the glass breaking and the smell of the whisky didnt just draw her attention but the former captin of the guards as well.

While Adewen approched from the sky the guard came across from below to engage the knight at the bottom.

Adewen didnt see the net because of its positioning and because of how thin it was she ended up flying right into it. She gave a roar as she flapped her wings attempting to fly up and spin to shake off the netting, which would have worked normally.

However the net already started to sap her strength rather than flying up she began falling down. Hitting the side of the bridge before landing on the ground below. She was unable to shake the net in her current form but shifting would cost more strength and energy.

She had no choice she had to remove the net and do her duty to protect the princess. Shifting she took on human form once again and began slowly working her way out of the heavy net.