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I'll admit, I was recruited here for my writing skills, so I might as well write until an RP that intrests me comes along. Do note, I'm basing this off of the perspective of my D&D campaign's DeFacto leader, Ahlan Kharn, The warlord Dragonborn of the group. The mature content warning goes with the swearing(but not very much), gore, and the brief sexual encounters. Hopefully we can all be mature enough here to realize this, and not be overly offended by it.

Prologue
Ahlan sighed heavily and attempted to refocus his attention on his instructors lesson and yelped loudly as he felt something strike his right shin "And that, children, is why we never let our guard down" Tharne said and turned his back on Ahlan. The group chuckled lightly as Ahlan looked them over. aside from him there were three others, a younger Black-scaled girl named Nala who stood almost a head above him, a larger Bronze-scaled boy named Dern who was as wide as Ahlan was tall, and finally the only one of the group he considered a friend, Perrin, who he understood used to be a halfling before entering the good graces of Bahamut.
Not one of the group was older than thirteen, and Ahlan himself was only twleve, and they were all still getting used to their new bodies. Tharne spun on his heel and nodded slowly, his green lips twisting into a jagged smile as he looked at Ahlan before waving him, and Nala forward.
Tharne turned his back on the two and Ahlan heard Nala mutter something under her breath before a bolt of lightning knocked her to the ground "If you've something to say, apprentice, you'll share it with the whole class" the mage said and pointed his crooked staff at Ahlan "You, did you hear what she said?" he asked and tilted his head.
Ahlan shook his head and stared right back at the man, a former Drow Elf who came to the temple for redemption "no, I can't speak Elvish" he said and Tharne nodded slowly "good boy" he muttered and turned his attention to Nala.
He stood for a moment, perplexed, and finally waved them both off "Attack each other, show me what you learned." he said and leaned forward on his staff as the other two backed away. Ahlan looked to Nala before turning back to Tharne "With all due respect instructor, I cannot do that" he said and Tharne chuckled "Why?" he asked and tilted his head to the right.
Ahlan stood for a moment, his right hand raised and his mouth hanging open as the words began coming to him. A sharp crack brought him back to reality as his world grayed out and he fell to the ground, the only sounds in his ears the rushing of his blood and the dull thud of his weight hitting the dirt.
Ahlan rolled over and pushed himself up, sounds were still distorted and his world still gray but he could pick out Nala's squeaky Elven voice "Whassa matter pup, did I hit you to hard?" she asked and Ahlan spun, catching her heavy quarterstaff with his left hand and drew his massive longsword with his right "I always told you that if you were gonna hit me, you'd need to kill me in the first hit!" he shouted and drove his right foot into the ground anchoring himself as he pushed Nala's staff aside and swung his blade at her.
She jumped back and smiled "You're too slow Ahlaaan!" she taunted and charged toward him. Ahlan inhaled deeply and remembered what Tharne had told him 'let the rage course through you, let it make you strong Ahlan. This is your Dragon-Kin, Fire, Rage. Hatred. Make each your own' he thought and roared as a massive jet of fire spraying from his mouth as he stood up fully.
As Nala threw herself to the ground and began flopping about Ahlan approched her and drove his left foot into her shoulder "Embrace you Dragon-Kin, and make it your own" he parroted, flames licking his tough red scales and pushed her over.
Tharne clapped and stepped forward "Using your breathweapon already? You've learned quickly, Ahlan" he said and laughed "Last I recall you four have a tactics class left for today" he added and helped Nala get back on her feet and Ahlan looked to Perrin, who simply smiled and shrugged, his golden scales gleaming in the afternoon light. Tharne stepped back as he began weaving currents of magical energy and waved Ahlan and the other two off "Go, I'll take Nala to Hospitaler Ghesh, he'll take care of her from there." he said and left the clearing in the courtyard they had been training in.
Perrin nudged Ahlan's hip with his elbow and chuckled lightly, his heavily accented voice grating slightly "That was pretty damn cool" he said and Dern leaned forward "What else has Tharne been teaching you during your trips down to his lab?" he asked and Perrin chuckled "next thing y'know Ahlan'll leave the warriors division and start carrying a spell-book!" he mocked and immitated several of the gestures he had seen Tharne do while casting a spell.
Ahlan chuckled and looked down to Perrin "Nah, Paladin Ravayce says I've a knack for tactics, and told me to stick with that. I 'Lack the dexterity' to cast magic, Tharne says" he said and Dern laughed "tell me farm-boy, how'd you gain your tactical mind? Not much you can do with Corn and potatoes is there?" he asked and Perrin chuckled "tch, Ahlan's just lucky, Dern." he said and Ahlan sighed.
The day continued on much the same as Ahlan parted with Perrin to go to their respective classes before the day drew to a close. Ahlan was standing at the temple gates waiting on Perrin while watching the clocktower across the street.
"Eh'! Ahlan, y'done starin' off into space!?" Perrin's voice shouted at Ahlan and he looked down "sorry, I was thinking..." he said and trailed off. Perrin shook his head and muttered something in hi native tongue before leaping down the steps and pulling the hood of his cloak up "c'mon Ahlan, I wanna grab some new daggers, Paela busted mine in a failed attempt to pick a lock..." he said and Ahlan followed the short dragonborn.
As the two walked Ahlan thought of a great deal of things, like how exactly one could pick a lock with a dagger, and the mechanics of various stances. He stopped just short of tripping over Perrin, who was staring blindly at a pair of Daggers in the blacksmiths shop "Ahlan..." he muttered and walked through the door, a bell chiming as he stepped across the threshold.
Ahlan soon followed Perrin in and began looking around "G'day lads!" the Blacksmith shouted and limped toward the two Dragonborn "Are y'back for a new sword Ahlan?" he asked and Ahlan turned to face the Dwarf "no sir, I'm here with Perrin, he needs new d-" "-daggers and he saw the two on the counter, aye?" the Dwarf said, cutting Ahlan off before he erupted in hearty laughter "you two. Always trying to do things y'really shouldn't." he said and limped toward Perrin.
Ahlan was examining a particularly heavy b*****d-sword when he felt a small hand tugging on his pant-leg "I'm down ten gold Ahlan..." Perrin said and Ahlan stepped back, Placing the sword back on the rack and digging into his belt-pouch "I'm sorry Perrin, I've only got three on me right now, Tharne needed more gold for his components..." he said and the Halflings whiskers drooped down.
Harbek, the Blacksmith limped forward and scratched his head "Well... y'two have been givin' me the most buisiness lately, so I'll tell ya' what, Perrin. This one's a gift." he said and handed the Halfling the set of Daggers. Perrin's eye's widened as his hands wrapped around the bundle and his mouth curled into a wide grin "Thank you sir!" he shouted and grabbed Ahlans belt "We can leave now!" he said, still smiling.
Harbek coughed loudly and Ahlan stopped moving, Perrin still futilely pulling his belt "uh, Ahlan. I know Tharne's been running y'ragged, lad. So I've a gift for you too." he said and gestured for the red Dragonborn to follow him to the back-room.
Ahlan and Perrin moved quickly through the door before Harbek closed it behind them "Stand over there for a moment, Ahlan, and you stay near the door, Perrin" he said and pulled a large bundle off of a shelf "I know it's a little big, but you should grow into it" Harbek said and placed a gleaming black breastplate on the table in the middle of the room and ran his hand across the finish.
Perrin coughed lightly and stepped forward "You- you made Ahlan a set of armour!?" he asked and Harbek smiled "The finest bronze available" he said and pulled the rest of the armour out of the sack "Go ahead Ahlan, put it on, I wanna see how it looks on you" he said and Ahlan stepped forward, wrapping his hands around the breast plate.
After several minutes of fiddling with buckles and frustrated sighs, Ahlan had finally managed to finish buckling on the various plates and he stepped back. Harbek nodded slowly and tapped the shin-guard with his foot "Like I said, a little big, but you'll grow into it lad" he said and Ahlan nodded "Fits like a glove" he said and tightened the buckle on his left gauntlet.
When the two young Dragonborn finally left the shop the sun had already fallen and the nightwatch was lighting lanterns around the city "We oughtta get back to the temple, Tharne's gonna be angry when you show up late..." he muttered and Ahlan simply nodded.
The cold night air cut through Ahlan and he shivered slightly, trying to remember what Tharne had told him about the cold before finally stuffing all of his thoughts into the back of his mind as his long legs carried him up the temple stairs. Perrin stopped him in his tracks and cocked his left thumb over his shoulder "I don't know what Tharne does, or tells ya', but last time ye' came back all shivers and didn't say anything. So whatever it is he does, just weather it, eh'?" he said and waited. Ahlan simply nodded again and Perrin shook his head "See ya' in the morning..." he added and left for his quarters.
Ahlan sighed and began retracing the path he had taken eight times since coming to the temple and chuckled lightly as his clawed fingers traced the outline of well-cut stone blocks, before finally arriving in Tharne's personal quarters. A large Oak table dominated the centre of the room and every wall seemed to be a bookshelf harbouring thousands of years of ancient knowledge. Tharne stood by the fireplace, causing the flames to dance in the pit.
Silence hang in the air before Tharne finally turned his attention to Ahlan and smiled "I see Harbek got my order..." he said and Ahlan looked down, remembering that he had forgotten to remove his armour "yes sir" he said and Tharne nodded "It does look a little big on you, but you'll grow into it" he added and gestured to a book on the table, and a letter written in archaic runes.
"It seems an old cohort of mine found something big. Something VERY big..." he said and lifted the old book, a page falling out and crumbling to dust as it fell "Are you familiar with the legend of Zaris Tzin, and his war with the gods, child?" he asked and Ahlan nodded "Once before you told me" he said and Tharne tossed the book into the fire "Forget all that you know about it, lad. History is written by the victors, and the victors lied." he said and lifted a large bundle "And you, Perrin, and I are going to fix the mess they made..." he said and tossed Ahlan a long bundle "Don't worry about your training, Instructor Trakaand and I have discussed this matter, your training will continue on the road" he said and waved for someone to follow him. As Tharne left the room Perrin seemed to materialize beside Ahlan and handed him another bundle "Your belongings..." he muttered and followed Tharne through the door.
To much was happening to fast and Ahlan didn't understand any of it, something about swords and bonds forged between soldiers under Tharne's breath as he walked briskly through the halls of the temple, Perrin straining to keep up with the two "... And the b*****d never even told me..." he muttered and spun, swinging his staff at Ahlan, who simply ducked and continued walking "... Ungrateful little..." he added and turned "I'm sorry Ahlan, Perrin. It isn't your fault, and I don't want you to take me to seriously right now..." he said and continued walking.
As the three left the temple, into the cold night air once more, Ahlan unwrapped the bundle that Tharne had given him and gasped "This is-... I can't believe this!?" he shouted and raised the ornate Longsword, easily twice his length and weight, but light as a feather "Thank me later..." Tharne said and stopped "It isn't magical by any stretch, but it was magically forged, and it's unbreakable... I think... Take care of it though..." he said and gestured to Ahlan's other sword "Leave that one here, it'll only slow you down" he said and continued walking again.
It was always hard to get Perrin to stop talking once he had started, but by some divine fortune he hadn't opened his mouth since the party left the temple, and he was focusing more on playing with his daggers than talking. After leaving the city Tharne stopped and turned to face the two again "we're headed for Sangerford, to meet my friend 'Eliaster', but before that we'll take a detour, you two need to finish your training." he said and continued walking, the night air closing around them and making Ahlan feel very claustrophobic.


Prologue down, Next up; Chapter one "The Wizard's Folly"

Chapter One "The Wizards Folly"

Shouting accompanied several loud crashes through the night as three Dragonborn made their way through a forest, being chased by something very large, and very angry "No! Flank left, I'll take the right!" Ahlan, the obvious leader of the group shouted as a gleaming golden blur flew out of the trees and slammed into one of their pig-faced pursuers, Orcs by the look of their tattered and rotting leather armour, poorly kept weapons, and jutting tusks.
A large bolt of lightning cut down one of the Orcs as the magician spun and drove the foot of his staff into one of the Orcs, pushing it down and dealing significant damage. Ahlan spun and raised his sword, several Orcs backing off from the blood-soaked Dragonborn "Come on you pig-faced mud-grubbers! Which one of you is next!?" he shouted and one of the braver Orcs squealed and charged forward.
Ahlan roared in retort and slammed the pommel of his sword into the side of the Orcs head. Perrin, the other Dragonborn, flew out of the shadows and drove his dagger into the falling Orcs neck, and then jumped straight up into the canopy as the body fell. "We've got to keep moving!" Tharne, the mage, said and launched another bolt of lightning into the group, several Orcs fell twitching and smoldering "That's that, I'm out of lightning for the night Ahlan" he said as another Orc dropped, a large crude crossbow bolt jutting from the back of its head "I'm down three bolts now, if we're leaving, we're leaving now!" Perrin said and dropped out of the tree onto another Orcs shoulders, and began beating its skull in with the butt of his crossbow.
Ahlan took stock of the situation, three divisions of Orcs had already fallen, two remained but their morale was dwindling with their number, but more were coming, and by the sounds of it, they had a Troll with them. A sound Ahlan had become very familiar with recently as he heard feral trolls snooping around during his watch. Though admittedly he had never fought, or even seen, a Troll, but he had heard stories of single Trolls wiping out entire armies.
The group was being backed into a corner and every fiber of Ahlans training was screaming at him to just turn and run. He shook that feeling off and turned to Tharne "You've still got other spells, right?" he asked and Tharne nodded "A few, but not nearly enough..." he said and Perrin returned to the group, firing crossbow bolts as he ran "It's bad over there, sir, real bad" he said and Ahlan cursed under his breath "******** it..." he muttered and turned to Tharne "We have to leave, Now. Make it happen" he said and Tharne shrugged "I haven't got the components to dimension door right now, and even if I did we'd run the risk of winding up somewhere we'd rather not be..." he said and Perrin shot another Orc as it stuck it's head out from behind a tree "I'm down twelve now, you owe me..." he said and chuckled.

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