The Rise Of a Warrior

Started by Lucian Darkfire, October 02, 2012, 08:56:47 PM

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Lucian Darkfire

The night was quiet. A slight breeze blew over the grass, making it ripple like a stone thrown into a still pond. The trees wispered and the fire crackled. In the light of the fire the face of a strong stout dwarf could be seen. His face scarred, his bear long and tattered. He sat in beautifully crafted leather armor made by the finest tailors in the land. His cloak and hat lay next to him, thier white cloth shimmering in the light of the moon. And he leaned on his warhammer Drengi.

His dream of becoming the greatest warrior in the land had just began a few moons before tonight. He he had just returned from hunting trolls and ettins to have enough time to start a fire and rest before he began his venture into the wilderness in serch of orcs.

The wind blew strong and a wretched smell came accross the wind. He grabed his axe, mounted his trusty magical steed Bathazec and searched the dark trees that surounded him for any movement. With a blaze of light a column of fire shot tward him. Dragons! He knew he would stand no chance if they got him into the wood, so he would have to lure them into the open somehow.

As he dodged pillar after pillar of fire until he finaly lured them all out of the woods. With great pleasure he began to bash dragons one by one, and in a whirling action finaly took them all down at once.

Catching his breath he sat there wondering why this group of dragons was in these woods. And why attack him? Were they hungry, or were they looking for somthing? Slowly he got to his feet and began to rummage through the dragons corpses looking for anything that could connect them all togather. He found one thing, a beautifully tatooed A on each of their forheads. As he looked upon it, it began to fade, he quickly grabed some paper and began to etch the symbol on a piece of paper until at last it faded into the night. He thought to himself "I must find out what this meens...

He gathered his belonging and the dragon hides and dashed away on his steed to find some one who might know the origin of this tatoo.

(This is the frist story i have wrote in a long time so please dont be to critical, lol.)