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 Posted: Mon Mar 15, 2010 1:03 pm
~ Base of The Mountains ~
- Built by Crum himself, the base of the mountains is only a few kilo's away from the capital city of Fencia. The entrance is a large statue of Crum himself with his sword placed into the ground, the long dark hallway is through his sword which are currently closed by large enchanted doors, those who are true Dragon Slayers may open them. People all around Draconia come here to try and take hold of the enchanted spear of the Viking Dragon Slayer Conan, a spear which is lodged into a large boulder. Only the king of the Vikings may take the spear it, though it never hurts to try. -
Purpose: Any.
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Posted: Wed Mar 17, 2010 6:14 pm
~ Conan the Viking King ~
Running along the plains by Fencia was a breeze, he could tell the guards started to stop chasing them. It was weird being chased since Conan was used to only fighting, though he knew this time he wasn’t at his full strength he needed his rest. Upon reaching the dark green forest Conan watched as the young Viking girl opened a portal using magic, which he only growled at stopping his tracks and looking at the portal with cold eyes. ”Magic? I can’t believe a Viking would use such a coward tool..” He growled out deeply. Carefully watching the Viking girl go through the raging magical portal, which he hesitated slightly and sighed deeply. Going through the portal his body filling with cold chills, stumbling through only to feel the rushing cold breeze of the familiar area. Conan looking around the area he saw the familiar sight, it was the Telryie mountains. Smirking slightly, he noticed they were only at the base of the mountains. Hearing Neasa say welcome home to him made him feel a warm sensation within his body, it was good to finally be home. Conan looked around to see his fellow Vikings walking up to them both, he laughed loudly. ”My Viking brothers and sisters! Your King as arrived, this time we will not stray from this world. We will kill anything that stands in our way!” He roared out with a powerful voice, laughing once more. Feeling a weird sensation, he looked around the area once more talking towards the large statue of Crum.
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Posted: Wed Mar 17, 2010 6:51 pm
~*~Neasa the Viking Huntress~*~
Neasa was greeted by massive hugs. One viking bear hug at a time, she could handle. Thirty or so? Not so much. "Guys...you're killing me." she choked out from all the pressure on her body. I mean, yeah, she was a viking. But she was still a woman, by the gods. Small, dainty. The elated vikings finally put her down and all at once, they kneeled infront of their king. "Welcome home." echoed out through the area from all of the vikings.
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Posted: Fri Mar 19, 2010 12:14 am
~ Conan the Viking King ~
Slowly walking towards the entrance of the Telryie mountains where there god stood tall, almost reaching the sky as if he was looking over Draconia to protect it with his large sword. Conan didn’t say a word when his followers had knelt down onto their knees and welcomed him home, he lonely slowly walked through the small handful of Vikings running his fingers along their skin as he past by, mostly grazing their shoulders. He saw a shiny and glinting artifact just up ahead in view, this made him wonder if it was still him. A king is nothing without a weapon and Conan needed his weapon, it was enchanted weapon fit for a god. It took him about ten minutes to walk along the base of the mountain passing the large blue lake, knowing the water of the lake was crystal clear and very good to drink out of.
”It’s been here the whole time. I knew I would see you again someday!” He said with a powerful deep tone of voice, smiling wide as he quickly ran over to the stone platform that just a few inches from the ground which was held up by more stone of course. He could see the golden sword lodged within the stone platform. He could tell it has seen some better days, but it’s enchanted carvings all around the blade was in perfect condition. Slowly he placed his right hand over the harden golden hilt of the sword, slowly he gripped it tightly. He could feel the enchanted power of the sword energy run through his body making small bumps run against his skin as be began to pull it out. As he did the ground lightly shook, clouds began to manifest above him within the skies, and loud thundering could be heard from within the dark gray clouds. With a burst of golden energy he pulled out the sword, quickly he morphed into a long golden spear with many ancient words carved along it. He held it up tightly, ”I am the true guardian Draconia! Everyone shall kneel to the guardians! The dragon’s blood shall rain from the sky and the seas running dark with their blood, anyone who is in league with them shall face the same fate. We are Dragon Slayers, we are killers of those who want to hurt Draconia! We are Vikings!” He roared out, looking over to his people.
Pulling his right arm back down he began looking over his weapon, with sudden change it began to change forms. It became an large battleaxe, long sword, claymore, dirk, halberd, laser rifle, war hammer, mace, and other devastated weapons enough to destroy any dragon. The Golden Weapon of the gods was a enchanted weapon that could morph into any weapon that the user desires, it is always unbreakable. It can withstand any force against it either it be laser’s or magical. It was a weapon of the king and it shall remain a weapon for those who are worthy enough to bear. Making it turn back into the golden spear, holding it tight he began walking towards the large door to within the mountains. He could still see it was closed, he knew only a dragon warrior with the right key could open it. ”I don’t think it’s time, we need more Dragon Slayers..” He said with a deep voice, squinting his right eye slightly then looking over to his people.
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Posted: Fri Mar 19, 2010 1:30 am
At the base of the mountain something stirred in the gound then a bolt of lightening shot down creating a small crack into which light seemed to stretch forever. A hand reached out of it and gripped the ground and soon a whole body emerged and shook itself off, Odinar gazed around slowly one hand clutching a knarled staff. A grin split his face and he raised a hand in triumph "Finally I did it, I wonder where the Viking are the gate here was very well guarded." he muttered waving a hand over the crack that sealed up quickly leaving nothing but a deep scorch mark to show it had even existed.
Gazing up Odinar gave his wings a few powerful flaps and soared into the air gliding up to the level peaks, landing with a soft thump he peeked around the side of the rock and saw the Vikings huddling around two new comers one of which gave off a precence so strong he felt himself sink to one knee in reverence. Struggling back to his feet he felt a strange fear set in. what if these Vikings would not accept him. Would the dragons be any better, this fear kept him rooted to the spot as he peered out at the people who partly made him who he was
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Posted: Fri Mar 19, 2010 8:55 am
~*~Neasa the Viking Huntress~*~
Neasa turned to look around the mountain. She'd been gone for a year, staking out the human homeland to save thier king. She had to stay in constant surveillance for 12 months, then she finally made her move. Out of no where, she was encased in a firm hug from two people. Her mother and father. Her father's eyes were filled with tears. "My dearest daughter! I am so proud of what you have done. Crum chose the right warrior to save our king." he said, choking back tears of joy. Her mother, on the other hand, let the tears flow freely. "Oh Neasa! I'm so proud of you." she whispered as she held onto her daughter. Neasa chuckled faintly. "Thank you mother....father." she said as they let go.
Neasa heard the faintest noise. She had the best hearing in the land. The...beat of wings? Neasa loaded her bow and sent an arrow flying into the air towards the noise. She could make out the faintest shape on the peak of the mountain. Was it a bird..? No, it couldn't be. The shape was too large. It was...humanlike, almost. Definitely not a dragon. "Intruder! Come down before I shoot you off that mountain!" She yelled, the vikings turning to look at her oddly.
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Posted: Sat Mar 20, 2010 12:00 am
Odinar yelped in suprise as an arrow shot just past his head, very slowly and hesitently he stepped out from behind the rock his wings folding to rest on his back. Taking a few steps forward he sank to one knee and bowed deeply his face filled with awe to the sheer impressivness of the vikings, somehow he found himself unable to speak as he rose slowly from his bow and leant against his staff gazing in wonder at the creatures he was partly made from.
Not wanting to sound rude he lets magic flow into his finger and he sketched words slowly in the air in a shimmering blue light "I apologise oh mighty vikings for sneaking around your mountain, I was but a rabbit caught in the headlights of truth. I followed the two through the portal chosing to appear lower down." he wrote slowly summerauling back so that he was sat crosslegged on the large rock his head tilted and his eyes wide in happiness
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Posted: Sat Mar 20, 2010 6:24 am
~*~Neasa the Viking Huntress~*~
Neasa scowled. "Conan won't like you all that much. You use magic. Who are you, where do you come from? Tell us your story." she said, tilting her head to the side in curiosity of this new person who had entered their land by her means. If he was enemy, it'd be her fault....and her life. "But before you start..." Neasa said, trudging off to get their king. "My king, we have..an intruder..of sorts. I think you need to come see." she said, bowing her head.
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Posted: Sun Mar 21, 2010 4:43 pm
~ Conan the Viking King ~
As he was looking towards the large tower of a statue that was placed right by the mountain, which was actually a entrance to the hidden castle of gold he could hear commotion happening just to the right of him. With a slow turn of his head he looked to see a winged man on a large rock which he was overlooking the Vikings, this of course caused even the King to raise an eyebrow wondering what this winged man could want and wondering what he was exactly. He could see the man twirling and twisting his hand in the air making magical writing in the air, which he wondered if the man could even speak out any words. Taking a deep breath, he decided it was time for him to meet this man of interest. Before Conan could take a step, he saw Neasa run up to him speaking to him about the intruder. ”Very well. I will take this matter by my own hands, Crum will guide me.” He said with a deep voice, lightly patting her shoulder a few times and walking past her towards the man on the boulder. With every step he took he placed the bottom part of the golden spear on the floor each time. Coming upon the winged man he squinted his right eye to him, ”I see Crum has let you into our lands. Why is it you write with magic and not speak any words? Has some wizard cast a spell upon your speech? And why are you here in our lands, I’m sure you know this place is dangerous for outsiders.” Conan said with a deep and powerful voice, his voice had barely echoed across the base of the mountains.
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Posted: Sun Mar 21, 2010 7:42 pm
Odinar watched the Viking King walk over and his eyes grew wide, standing up he bowed low and at last his voice seemed to find him "I apologise for the magic writing oh great king I only found myself at a loss of voice when I saw your people, I understand the perils in which I come but I had to find you and your people." he said slowly his voice clear.
Gazing around at all of the people his face split intoa wide grin "I have searched so very long for the vikings and at last I have found you. I come to you you see for I was made from a joining of the blood of the sky serpents and yours, the elves did seek to make a warrior with the abilities of both race. I have no homeland but I seek to know of what I came from." he said slowly sliding off the rock to stand infront of Conan his wings folding neatly onto his back once more.
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Posted: Tue Mar 23, 2010 4:26 pm
~*~Neasa the Viking Huntress~*~
Neasa looked at the the winged boy with a raised eyebrow. She circled around him and poked at his wings with her bow, as if inspecting pray. She stood eye level with him and stared him in the face, looking into his eyes to see if he was lying. She punched him in the chest to see if he would fly backwards or only stagger. He staggered and a smile spread across her face.
She turned to everyone and nodded. "He's telling the truth. His skin is rough and coarse, as if covered in scales, but it's skin. He has the eyes and facial structure of a viking." Neasa reported with a self-satisfied nod. She stepped back to stand beside Conan and looked over to him. "We should see if he's of any use for us." she whispered.
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Posted: Tue Mar 23, 2010 9:58 pm
~ Conan the Viking King ~
Listening to what the winged man had said to them, he wondered in thought how the elves could do such a thing. The elves were always a race he didn’t like, but to create something that is not of this nature was just…blasphemy. The large Viking began to growl in anger, not to the winged man, but to the elves. With once careful eye he saw the actions of Neasa, watching her inspect the young looking man with curiosity. When she spoke what she thought, he couldn’t help but to agree with her in a lot of ways. Though to really test if he was part Viking, was to let Crum decide. ”I agree. He does have the structure of a Viking, though…his body is slender and thinner then us male Vikings. That may be because of the serpent side, but I want to test your Viking side. How much blood of a Viking do you have exactly.” Conan said with a deep tone of voice, suddenly hearing Neasa whisper to him. Nodding in agreement he gripped his golden spear tighter and made a motion for them to follow him. Quickly Conan walked over to where the Statue was, making the Vikings go in a circle around the three. ”If you do have Viking in you, then let us test your strength in a sparing match.” He said with a powerful tone of voice, quickly taking off his cape showing his bare muscles in the sunlight. He quickly threw the spear to Neasa letting her hold the spear. He punched the palm of his hand quickly, slowly getting into battle position. ”Open hand. No weapons or magic.” He said with a smirk on his face, suddenly roaring out in a battle cry as he dashed for him ready to grab his small body. He was planning for the halfling to grab his hands and try to push him back. Usually Conan would be able to crush any human or non-Viking bones into dust.
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Posted: Tue Mar 23, 2010 10:36 pm
Puling off his coat Odianr readied himself leaving his staff leaning against the statue. His eyes widened as Conan ran at him roaring like a bear, Odinar had learned early in his training he wasn't best at close combat but he had learned to cope.
Grabbing Conan's shoulders he flipped over him, landed and spun on his feet jabbing his thumbs between Conan's shoulder blades. Going down on one hand he swung his feet around trying to knock his feet from under him.
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Posted: Wed Mar 24, 2010 12:27 am
~ Conan the Viking King ~
As the large Viking dashed towards the winged man he suddenly caught a glimpse of him jumping up over him and touching his shoulders using him as leverage for him to leap over him. As soon as he was over him he could feel sharp pressure against his shoulder blades, which he felt bony thumbs press against him. Quickly turning his body around in quick movement he saw just in time as the winged man tried to take out his feet right from under him, which before he could in the nick of time Conan jumped up with immense speed landing on his hands and flipping back on his feet. ”Fancy feet eh? You’re a light foot, not like us Vikings.” He said with a deep tone of voice, laughing loudly. Though only laughing for a few short seconds he dug his feet into the ground and dashed after the winged man with incredible speed, quickly throwing left and right hooks with fast speed. Each punch heading right towards his upper area.
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Posted: Wed Mar 24, 2010 12:50 am
Odinar nodded slightly his mind thinking of possible options for attack. A grin crept across his face as Conan ran at him again, grabing one fist side on he pulled on the thumb hoping the sensation would distract him. Gathering all his strength in his other arm he smashed it deep into Conan's gut.
Pain shot through his hand as he felt the muscle resist and relfect some of the impact, wincing he wouldn't let up and followed his strike with a powerful upercut aimed straight at the connecting point of the ribs hoping to knock the wind out of him and slow him down.
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