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 Posted: Wed Sep 17, 2008 7:24 pm
Gill grinned, acknowleding both darek and katara. He stood up and streached as Katara knocked, dusting himself off and yawning.
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Posted: Wed Sep 17, 2008 7:41 pm
*I woke to the sound of foot steps and voices and for a moment I forgot where I was.* 'Wait.......what? Korrin Ryle what have you got into?....... Oh yeah, Old Dragoon's roof....' *I grin a bit and stand up quietly. Then I bolt straight for the edge of the roof and leap into the air, preforming a front flip before touching down. I seem to land on my feet but my momentum carries me farther than I wish and I end up rolling in the dirt.* "Well that coulda been a little more smooth." *I hop to my feet and dust off a bit, taking a moment to see who all is here.* "Looks like the old-timer's gonna get a full house this evening."
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Posted: Thu Sep 18, 2008 3:46 am
Katara smiled again, but it faded. She wondered why everyone came. Usually they came in groups of twos or threes (or for Zezeru, one.) but never all together. What if it's fate? she thought thoughtfully.
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Posted: Thu Sep 18, 2008 8:09 am
The old man came to the door and opened it. With a smile on his old face, he intvited them in. "Come and sit young ones... Well not as young as you once were. It is good to see you all here." He slowly made his way to his story chair with the box in hand.
Darek entered and stood by the far wall. It was strange seeing all these faces again. Katara and Gill were the ones he knew the best out of them all. "It seems that this will be the last time I see them all."
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Posted: Thu Sep 18, 2008 1:32 pm
(its the first time in a while that ive played a guy who isnt named toby lol.)
Gillbert glanced curiously at Derek out of the corner of his eye. "So.....you really are leaving then, huh Derek?" he questioned. Gillbert was fine with him leaving but he had known him for practically his whole life and wouldn't be able to handle it if he were killed.
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Posted: Thu Sep 18, 2008 2:06 pm
Katara entered the room, smiling softly. Then she heard the news. "You're LEAVING?" She almost screamed, being way over dramactic. "Why are you leaving!? To where? How? Why?" She said so quickly, it would be amazing if Darek got it all.
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Posted: Thu Sep 18, 2008 2:38 pm
Darek smiled softly. "I am sorry that I didn't tell you sooner." He said. 'I really didn't want to tell her face to face but.' He thought to himself. "I have applied for an officer position in the King's royal army. I leave tonight..." His smile was gone. It hurt more than he thought it would, telling them all like this. He did what he could not to show it.
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Posted: Thu Sep 18, 2008 3:47 pm
Katara eyes widen, before heat of anger and sadness filled her. She wanted to scream, hit, and hurt everything, but at the same time she wanted to just sit and cry, stay away from the world, and ignore everyone. Confused on what to do, she turned away, silent for once, sitting down on the chair she always sat in when she visited the Old Dragoon.
((I have an idea that Katara likes Darek, would that be okay?))
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Posted: Thu Sep 18, 2008 5:01 pm
((Yes, that would make a good plot twist.))
"Every one here... Good. *cough* Listen close now. As you have all noticed my helth is not what it once was and I belive that my time in this world will be short. I have asked you all to come here for one last story and for an old man's sake you all came. But there is more than a story here and only can choose how it ends. Are you all ready?"*cough*
Darek nodded and took a seat. He attempted to focus on the old man but, feelings of hurt filled the back of his head as his eyes wondered in Katrara's direction. 'I am sorry.' he said to himself.
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Posted: Thu Sep 18, 2008 5:34 pm
Katara nodded slowly. She pulled her legs up and crossed them on the seat, her hands in her lap. Scilence hung in the air after the old man spoke. Then she suddenly processed the words, looking up in shock. She knew the Old Dragoon couldn't make it to the younger ones, but she was actually hoping, she knew, that he could make it to see Zezeru's 18th birthday. Her eyes said all, she was scared, sad, angry, and confused. Looking down again, she restrained a sniffle, and she blinked back tears.
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Posted: Thu Sep 18, 2008 6:25 pm
"In our stories I have told you of the adventures of the Dragoons. Now I will tell you of there fall. Some belive that they were attacked by some dark force that was as strong and the strogest dragoon. That is only half true. The one responsible was non other than our own leader. His name was Dartt and he was th first and only dragoon to tame the dragon of spirit. This is what happened. Dartt was at the hight of his power and he had married a young woman named Shara. After years of happieness they concived a child and they were both so happy. That is until complications arose. Shara became very delicate and during the birth, she passed on. the child was saved but, it was not human. You see, Dartt was so intwined with his dragon that it had affected his genetics. The child was born with a human body but it had wings, a tail, and the eyes of a dragon. With the loss of his wife Dartt could not haddle taking the child. The child was moved to a temple in a far away moutain. Dartt was never the same again and then one day he called a meeting of the dragoons. We had tought that he had recovered from his grief. We were wrong. He blamed the dragoons for what happened to his wife and went into a maddened rage. Half of us were wiped aside with his first strike. Then we regained our footing. The fight went on for many days and we lost more and more evrey hour. I was then chosen to do the unthinkable. While the others sacrficed themselves to distract him I was to get in close and sepirate him from his dragon spirit. I was just able to grab hold of the sphear on his chest when he noticed me. He looked at me with tears in his eyes and he said 'I am sorry....' and as tears weld up in my eye I said the same and pulled the sphear from him. Though I had taken the sphear his body was still part dragon. Seperating him from the sphear had weakened him and we who we left subdued him. But when we were to give the final blow, none could do it, for he was once our leader. So we took him deep into one of the dragon moutains and chained him there. Because he was genetically altered by his dragons spirit he also gained their long life. I belive he is still alive in that moutain, a brooding spirit of his former self. no one knows what became of the child. *Cough* We three who were left disided not to continue being dragoons. But we would prepare the way for a new generation *cough* of dragoons. we colected seven of the sphears, one of each dragon tribe. And I was entrusted with their safe keeping. I have spent my days looking for thoughs that they may belong to. Then I came to this village and settled down here. Through my years *cough* here I have seen no one that would be fit to take on the task of the dragoon. No one belived in them any more. Or so I thought, until I had interested you with my stories. Over the years of watching you grow I found that the sphears would glow when you were near. This means that you have been chosen and the next generation of dragoons." He pulled up the box and opened it. Inside were seven sphears of diferent colors and oddly glowed. "Do you uderstand now?"
((Long i know. please read it all.))
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Posted: Thu Sep 18, 2008 9:30 pm
'Hmph, looks like everyone's glad to see me....... Well I guess I never been too close ta any of 'em anyhow. Especially not that Enzeru dame, man she scares me half ta hell!' *I simple stroll on into the house after the old man invites us in and take a seat near the corner, flipping the chair around to sit in it backwards. After the Old Dragoon finishes his story I sit with my mouth hung open rather than my usual stand up, shake the geezer's hand, wish him good health, and exit stage left.*
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Posted: Fri Sep 19, 2008 3:52 am
Katara listened intently, then her worries and saddness vanished while thrill and excitment filled me. Looking towards the bow, she saw lots of colors, blue, red, black, yellow, just to name few.
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