Dragon's Roar. (open-post charcter in c.c.)

[AngelofDeath]

It was late in Mithra and both moons were full and blood red. This was not a good omen. Mira sat in her cottag, making sure her supplies and tool were ready at a moment's notice.

She was young, as far as her mother's and father's people went. She was half elf half drakkon, but then she would turn to be very long lived. When she would never look very much older than she did now, but once she reached 50 Mira's body would stop aging.

Mira sighed as she brushed her hair from her face, she was tired, but as mithra's only healer, sleep was something she couldn't afford.

 

[Cherrie]

Devlin

An eerie red darkness filled the land as nightfall decended upon us. The twin moons bleeding themselves into the night sky. The Princess was just about done in, she had done well to fight off the fever this long.

Reighning in my mount, I leaned across the saddle and assessed her condition. The wound had opened up again. It didn't look good. Already I could hear the baying of the Vorgins, hot on our heels for the taste of blood!

I made a decision, we would have to ride on, less the talons of the pursurers, stripped off the flesh from our very bones. The Princess Garthia would now have to take her chance like the rest of us.

I spurred my mount, feeling the cold night air rushing at my face as he picked up speed. 'Windstorm' I had named him well, for he really did ride like the wind. Although this night, the burden of carrying an extra passenger was beginning to take it's toll. I could feel his ribs beneath my calves, struggling to flex themselves, as he laboured under the extra weight.

And so we rode, deep into the night, with the Vorgins snapping at our heels. It was several hours later that we found ourselves emerging from the dense forest, that had been our seclusion.

"Mithra," whispered Dolwart. "It is there that she will be found."

I followed his gaze. "Then there's a chance still," I replied. " Take care of the princess, I shall seek out this healer that you speak so highly of."

Dolwart dismounted and gently lifted the unconcious Princess onto his broad shoulder, and carried her to the base of a large Pinnion tree.
There I watched as he un- sheathed his mighty war axe, and took guard.
"Take care she comes to no harm, less your own life be forfiet...Dwarf!" I warned, as I rode off towards Mithra.

Dwarves...Bahh! I have never trusted them. They show little loyalty to no man, cept for their own. Take them out of the mines and your asking for trouble. Still they were pretty handy when it came to a fight.

As I approached the outskirts of the village, a small brook barred my path. There was nothing for it but, to try and cross. It was whilst arguing with Windstorm about something that he sensed, that the silent figure was upon me.

"Who dares to approach the kingdom of Mithra?" he suddenly challenged.
I reached for my sword, but then thought better of it. That was a pretty mean long bow that the tall stranger had drawn...and it was aimed right at my chest.