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Post by Andorinha on Mar 6, 2009 10:57:22 GMT -6
Once long before tales were considered, dragons danced among the mountains. Gloriously soaring they colored the skies outshining the midnight stars. Watching for knights from the depths of their caverns -- wherein hoards of wild spiders spun huge webs, ready to defend the treasures -- they waited.
Sir Carlin galloped toward the castle of Bideliaglen where King Brogan had summoned hundreds of "draconicides" to prepare assaults against the mountain-holds guarded by the voracious dragons. Carlin excelled in stalking reptilians, especially those with vexatious personalities. He had obtained a magical weapon that targeted foes' weak spots. It sent a beam of stardust that confused foes' senses, allowing Carlin to distract them so that he could tickle their fancy. They anticipated resistance, but magic made considerable trouble for the dastardly dragons.
Upon entering the gates of Bideliaglen, Sir Carlin smirked, for knights often bragged that they were unsurpassed in skill for slaying dragons and making armor impenetrable. Surprisingly, unbelievably he drew upon intuition, but pride interfered with judgment and Carlin frequently got misleading urges.
Carlin was observing a rival knight riding handless through the marketplace. Directing himself by leg pressure, he turned toward the Castle of Bideliaglen and loped gracefully across the bridge. He smiled as he passed Carlin, knowing that he will arrive momentarily before the drawbridge, where the guard stands, ready to raise the trumpet call.
At once, knights saluted when King Brogan strode into the courtyard. He surveyed them, lined up perfectly. Raising his sword high, he called, "Welcome to my Castle. Here we celebrate the gathering of so illustrious a group. We may agree that dragons have become quite aggressive and unruly. Something has to be done! There must be a knight that is willing and courageous enough to challenge the Cold-drakes for the survival of the Kingdom."
A Knight stood dauntlessly before King Brogan exclaiming, "I accept the challenge because it is a duty that must be done for the well-being of Bideliaglen, and I, Carlin, have decided my efforts should be handsomely rewarded when the dragons have all been subdued."
King Brogan sat suddenly, stricken with apoplexy. Mage Imbildômé slithered toward the gasping monarch, his eyes scintillating wickedly. "Lord, allow me to lift the heavy spell afflicting you and restore your vitality." Imbildômé pointed his staff at Brogan: "HEAL!" Immediately [the] King jerked upright, as a flock of birds descended from the heavens headed towards Imbildômé and himself.
Watching this, Carlin sprang up, sword unsheathed, ready for action! Imbildômé glared at the knight and pointed angrily at him with frowning eyes. He spat, "Sit down, Carlin. Don't be such a hero. I have more magical abilities than you."
After a pause, the knight sheathed his long sword and mounted his stallion, Faerniriel, and galloped
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Yeah, very nice name, Androga!
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Post by Stormrider on Mar 10, 2009 6:14:59 GMT -6
Once long before tales were considered, dragons danced among the mountains. Gloriously soaring they colored the skies outshining the midnight stars. Watching for knights from the depths of their caverns -- wherein hoards of wild spiders spun huge webs, ready to defend the treasures -- they waited.
Sir Carlin galloped toward the castle of Bideliaglen where King Brogan had summoned hundreds of "draconicides" to prepare assaults against the mountain-holds guarded by the voracious dragons. Carlin excelled in stalking reptilians, especially those with vexatious personalities. He had obtained a magical weapon that targeted foes' weak spots. It sent a beam of stardust that confused foes' senses, allowing Carlin to distract them so that he could tickle their fancy. They anticipated resistance, but magic made considerable trouble for the dastardly dragons.
Upon entering the gates of Bideliaglen, Sir Carlin smirked, for knights often bragged that they were unsurpassed in skill for slaying dragons and making armor impenetrable. Surprisingly, unbelievably he drew upon intuition, but pride interfered with judgment and Carlin frequently got misleading urges.
Carlin was observing a rival knight riding handless through the marketplace. Directing himself by leg pressure, he turned toward the Castle of Bideliaglen and loped gracefully across the bridge. He smiled as he passed Carlin, knowing that he will arrive momentarily before the drawbridge, where the guard stands, ready to raise the trumpet call.
At once, knights saluted when King Brogan strode into the courtyard. He surveyed them, lined up perfectly. Raising his sword high, he called, "Welcome to my Castle. Here we celebrate the gathering of so illustrious a group. We may agree that dragons have become quite aggressive and unruly. Something has to be done! There must be a knight that is willing and courageous enough to challenge the Cold-drakes for the survival of the Kingdom."
A Knight stood dauntlessly before King Brogan exclaiming, "I accept the challenge because it is a duty that must be done for the well-being of Bideliaglen, and I, Carlin, have decided my efforts should be handsomely rewarded when the dragons have all been subdued."
King Brogan sat suddenly, stricken with apoplexy. Mage Imbildômé slithered toward the gasping monarch, his eyes scintillating wickedly. "Lord, allow me to lift the heavy spell afflicting you and restore your vitality." Imbildômé pointed his staff at Brogan: "HEAL!" Immediately [the] King jerked upright, as a flock of birds descended from the heavens headed towards Imbildômé and himself.
Watching this, Carlin sprang up, sword unsheathed, ready for action! Imbildômé glared at the knight and pointed angrily at him with frowning eyes. He spat, "Sit down, Carlin. Don't be such a hero. I have more magical abilities than you."
After a pause, the knight sheathed his long sword and mounted his stallion, Faerniriel, and galloped toward
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Post by Desi Baggins on Mar 19, 2009 15:56:53 GMT -6
Once long before tales were considered, dragons danced among the mountains. Gloriously soaring they colored the skies outshining the midnight stars. Watching for knights from the depths of their caverns -- wherein hoards of wild spiders spun huge webs, ready to defend the treasures -- they waited.
Sir Carlin galloped toward the castle of Bideliaglen where King Brogan had summoned hundreds of "draconicides" to prepare assaults against the mountain-holds guarded by the voracious dragons. Carlin excelled in stalking reptilians, especially those with vexatious personalities. He had obtained a magical weapon that targeted foes' weak spots. It sent a beam of stardust that confused foes' senses, allowing Carlin to distract them so that he could tickle their fancy. They anticipated resistance, but magic made considerable trouble for the dastardly dragons.
Upon entering the gates of Bideliaglen, Sir Carlin smirked, for knights often bragged that they were unsurpassed in skill for slaying dragons and making armor impenetrable. Surprisingly, unbelievably he drew upon intuition, but pride interfered with judgment and Carlin frequently got misleading urges.
Carlin was observing a rival knight riding handless through the marketplace. Directing himself by leg pressure, he turned toward the Castle of Bideliaglen and loped gracefully across the bridge. He smiled as he passed Carlin, knowing that he will arrive momentarily before the drawbridge, where the guard stands, ready to raise the trumpet call.
At once, knights saluted when King Brogan strode into the courtyard. He surveyed them, lined up perfectly. Raising his sword high, he called, "Welcome to my Castle. Here we celebrate the gathering of so illustrious a group. We may agree that dragons have become quite aggressive and unruly. Something has to be done! There must be a knight that is willing and courageous enough to challenge the Cold-drakes for the survival of the Kingdom."
A Knight stood dauntlessly before King Brogan exclaiming, "I accept the challenge because it is a duty that must be done for the well-being of Bideliaglen, and I, Carlin, have decided my efforts should be handsomely rewarded when the dragons have all been subdued."
King Brogan sat suddenly, stricken with apoplexy. Mage Imbildômé slithered toward the gasping monarch, his eyes scintillating wickedly. "Lord, allow me to lift the heavy spell afflicting you and restore your vitality." Imbildômé pointed his staff at Brogan: "HEAL!" Immediately [the] King jerked upright, as a flock of birds descended from the heavens headed towards Imbildômé and himself.
Watching this, Carlin sprang up, sword unsheathed, ready for action! Imbildômé glared at the knight and pointed angrily at him with frowning eyes. He spat, "Sit down, Carlin. Don't be such a hero. I have more magical abilities than you."
After a pause, the knight sheathed his long sword and mounted his stallion, Faerniriel, and galloped toward Mount
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Post by Stormrider on Mar 19, 2009 16:36:25 GMT -6
Once long before tales were considered, dragons danced among the mountains. Gloriously soaring they colored the skies outshining the midnight stars. Watching for knights from the depths of their caverns -- wherein hoards of wild spiders spun huge webs, ready to defend the treasures -- they waited.
Sir Carlin galloped toward the castle of Bideliaglen where King Brogan had summoned hundreds of "draconicides" to prepare assaults against the mountain-holds guarded by the voracious dragons. Carlin excelled in stalking reptilians, especially those with vexatious personalities. He had obtained a magical weapon that targeted foes' weak spots. It sent a beam of stardust that confused foes' senses, allowing Carlin to distract them so that he could tickle their fancy. They anticipated resistance, but magic made considerable trouble for the dastardly dragons.
Upon entering the gates of Bideliaglen, Sir Carlin smirked, for knights often bragged that they were unsurpassed in skill for slaying dragons and making armor impenetrable. Surprisingly, unbelievably he drew upon intuition, but pride interfered with judgment and Carlin frequently got misleading urges.
Carlin was observing a rival knight riding handless through the marketplace. Directing himself by leg pressure, he turned toward the Castle of Bideliaglen and loped gracefully across the bridge. He smiled as he passed Carlin, knowing that he will arrive momentarily before the drawbridge, where the guard stands, ready to raise the trumpet call.
At once, knights saluted when King Brogan strode into the courtyard. He surveyed them, lined up perfectly. Raising his sword high, he called, "Welcome to my Castle. Here we celebrate the gathering of so illustrious a group. We may agree that dragons have become quite aggressive and unruly. Something has to be done! There must be a knight that is willing and courageous enough to challenge the Cold-drakes for the survival of the Kingdom."
A Knight stood dauntlessly before King Brogan exclaiming, "I accept the challenge because it is a duty that must be done for the well-being of Bideliaglen, and I, Carlin, have decided my efforts should be handsomely rewarded when the dragons have all been subdued."
King Brogan sat suddenly, stricken with apoplexy. Mage Imbildômé slithered toward the gasping monarch, his eyes scintillating wickedly. "Lord, allow me to lift the heavy spell afflicting you and restore your vitality." Imbildômé pointed his staff at Brogan: "HEAL!" Immediately [the] King jerked upright, as a flock of birds descended from the heavens headed towards Imbildômé and himself.
Watching this, Carlin sprang up, sword unsheathed, ready for action! Imbildômé glared at the knight and pointed angrily at him with frowning eyes. He spat, "Sit down, Carlin. Don't be such a hero. I have more magical abilities than you."
After a pause, the knight sheathed his long sword and mounted his stallion, Faerniriel, and galloped toward Mount Drágûn
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Post by Stormrider on Mar 28, 2009 6:08:59 GMT -6
Once long before tales were considered, dragons danced among the mountains. Gloriously soaring they colored the skies outshining the midnight stars. Watching for knights from the depths of their caverns -- wherein hoards of wild spiders spun huge webs, ready to defend the treasures -- they waited.
Sir Carlin galloped toward the castle of Bideliaglen where King Brogan had summoned hundreds of "draconicides" to prepare assaults against the mountain-holds guarded by the voracious dragons. Carlin excelled in stalking reptilians, especially those with vexatious personalities. He had obtained a magical weapon that targeted foes' weak spots. It sent a beam of stardust that confused foes' senses, allowing Carlin to distract them so that he could tickle their fancy. They anticipated resistance, but magic made considerable trouble for the dastardly dragons.
Upon entering the gates of Bideliaglen, Sir Carlin smirked, for knights often bragged that they were unsurpassed in skill for slaying dragons and making armor impenetrable. Surprisingly, unbelievably he drew upon intuition, but pride interfered with judgment and Carlin frequently got misleading urges.
Carlin was observing a rival knight riding handless through the marketplace. Directing himself by leg pressure, he turned toward the Castle of Bideliaglen and loped gracefully across the bridge. He smiled as he passed Carlin, knowing that he will arrive momentarily before the drawbridge, where the guard stands, ready to raise the trumpet call.
At once, knights saluted when King Brogan strode into the courtyard. He surveyed them, lined up perfectly. Raising his sword high, he called, "Welcome to my Castle. Here we celebrate the gathering of so illustrious a group. We may agree that dragons have become quite aggressive and unruly. Something has to be done! There must be a knight that is willing and courageous enough to challenge the Cold-drakes for the survival of the Kingdom."
A Knight stood dauntlessly before King Brogan exclaiming, "I accept the challenge because it is a duty that must be done for the well-being of Bideliaglen, and I, Carlin, have decided my efforts should be handsomely rewarded when the dragons have all been subdued."
King Brogan sat suddenly, stricken with apoplexy. Mage Imbildômé slithered toward the gasping monarch, his eyes scintillating wickedly. "Lord, allow me to lift the heavy spell afflicting you and restore your vitality." Imbildômé pointed his staff at Brogan: "HEAL!" Immediately [the] King jerked upright, as a flock of birds descended from the heavens headed towards Imbildômé and himself.
Watching this, Carlin sprang up, sword unsheathed, ready for action! Imbildômé glared at the knight and pointed angrily at him with frowning eyes. He spat, "Sit down, Carlin. Don't be such a hero. I have more magical abilities than you."
After a pause, the knight sheathed his long sword and mounted his stallion, Faerniriel, and galloped toward Mount Drágûn kicking
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Since no one else has posted anything in over a week, I thought I would go again...is that fair?
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Post by Andorinha on Mar 28, 2009 16:24:19 GMT -6
Once long before tales were considered, dragons danced among the mountains. Gloriously soaring they colored the skies outshining the midnight stars. Watching for knights from the depths of their caverns -- wherein hoards of wild spiders spun huge webs, ready to defend the treasures -- they waited.
Sir Carlin galloped toward the castle of Bideliaglen where King Brogan had summoned hundreds of "draconicides" to prepare assaults against the mountain-holds guarded by the voracious dragons. Carlin excelled in stalking reptilians, especially those with vexatious personalities. He had obtained a magical weapon that targeted foes' weak spots. It sent a beam of stardust that confused foes' senses, allowing Carlin to distract them so that he could tickle their fancy. They anticipated resistance, but magic made considerable trouble for the dastardly dragons.
Upon entering the gates of Bideliaglen, Sir Carlin smirked, for knights often bragged that they were unsurpassed in skill for slaying dragons and making armor impenetrable. Surprisingly, unbelievably he drew upon intuition, but pride interfered with judgment and Carlin frequently got misleading urges.
Carlin was observing a rival knight riding handless through the marketplace. Directing himself by leg pressure, he turned toward the Castle of Bideliaglen and loped gracefully across the bridge. He smiled as he passed Carlin, knowing that he will arrive momentarily before the drawbridge, where the guard stands, ready to raise the trumpet call.
At once, knights saluted when King Brogan strode into the courtyard. He surveyed them, lined up perfectly. Raising his sword high, he called, "Welcome to my Castle. Here we celebrate the gathering of so illustrious a group. We may agree that dragons have become quite aggressive and unruly. Something has to be done! There must be a knight that is willing and courageous enough to challenge the Cold-drakes for the survival of the Kingdom."
A Knight stood dauntlessly before King Brogan exclaiming, "I accept the challenge because it is a duty that must be done for the well-being of Bideliaglen, and I, Carlin, have decided my efforts should be handsomely rewarded when the dragons have all been subdued."
King Brogan sat suddenly, stricken with apoplexy. Mage Imbildômé slithered toward the gasping monarch, his eyes scintillating wickedly. "Lord, allow me to lift the heavy spell afflicting you and restore your vitality." Imbildômé pointed his staff at Brogan: "HEAL!" Immediately [the] King jerked upright, as a flock of birds descended from the heavens headed towards Imbildômé and himself.
Watching this, Carlin sprang up, sword unsheathed, ready for action! Imbildômé glared at the knight and pointed angrily at him with frowning eyes. He spat, "Sit down, Carlin. Don't be such a hero. I have more magical abilities than you."
After a pause, the knight sheathed his long sword and mounted his stallion, Faerniriel, and galloped toward Mount Drágûn kicking the
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Stormrider: "Since no one else has posted anything in over a week, I thought I would go again...is that fair?"
Yeah.
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Post by Andorinha on Jun 17, 2009 0:47:52 GMT -6
Once long before tales were considered, dragons danced among the mountains. Gloriously soaring they colored the skies outshining the midnight stars. Watching for knights from the depths of their caverns -- wherein hoards of wild spiders spun huge webs, ready to defend the treasures -- they waited.
Sir Carlin galloped toward the castle of Bideliaglen where King Brogan had summoned hundreds of "draconicides" to prepare assaults against the mountain-holds guarded by the voracious dragons. Carlin excelled in stalking reptilians, especially those with vexatious personalities. He had obtained a magical weapon that targeted foes' weak spots. It sent a beam of stardust that confused foes' senses, allowing Carlin to distract them so that he could tickle their fancy. They anticipated resistance, but magic made considerable trouble for the dastardly dragons.
Upon entering the gates of Bideliaglen, Sir Carlin smirked, for knights often bragged that they were unsurpassed in skill for slaying dragons and making armor impenetrable. Surprisingly, unbelievably he drew upon intuition, but pride interfered with judgment and Carlin frequently got misleading urges.
Carlin was observing a rival knight riding handless through the marketplace. Directing himself by leg pressure, he turned toward the Castle of Bideliaglen and loped gracefully across the bridge. He smiled as he passed Carlin, knowing that he will arrive momentarily before the drawbridge, where the guard stands, ready to raise the trumpet call.
At once, knights saluted when King Brogan strode into the courtyard. He surveyed them, lined up perfectly. Raising his sword high, he called, "Welcome to my Castle. Here we celebrate the gathering of so illustrious a group. We may agree that dragons have become quite aggressive and unruly. Something has to be done! There must be a knight that is willing and courageous enough to challenge the Cold-drakes for the survival of the Kingdom."
A Knight stood dauntlessly before King Brogan exclaiming, "I accept the challenge because it is a duty that must be done for the well-being of Bideliaglen, and I, Carlin, have decided my efforts should be handsomely rewarded when the dragons have all been subdued."
King Brogan sat suddenly, stricken with apoplexy. Mage Imbildômé slithered toward the gasping monarch, his eyes scintillating wickedly. "Lord, allow me to lift the heavy spell afflicting you and restore your vitality." Imbildômé pointed his staff at Brogan: "HEAL!" Immediately [the] King jerked upright, as a flock of birds descended from the heavens headed towards Imbildômé and himself.
Watching this, Carlin sprang up, sword unsheathed, ready for action! Imbildômé glared at the knight and pointed angrily at him with frowning eyes. He spat, "Sit down, Carlin. Don't be such a hero. I have more magical abilities than you."
After a pause, the knight sheathed his long sword and mounted his stallion, Faerniriel, and galloped toward Mount Drágûn kicking the ribs
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*Working up a more substantial post for Androga's Sil Study, something on "Men in Middle-earth," but in the meantime, I'll do something less ambitious here, just a single word!
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Post by Stormrider on Jun 17, 2009 5:35:37 GMT -6
Once long before tales were considered, dragons danced among the mountains. Gloriously soaring they colored the skies outshining the midnight stars. Watching for knights from the depths of their caverns -- wherein hoards of wild spiders spun huge webs, ready to defend the treasures -- they waited.
Sir Carlin galloped toward the castle of Bideliaglen where King Brogan had summoned hundreds of "draconicides" to prepare assaults against the mountain-holds guarded by the voracious dragons. Carlin excelled in stalking reptilians, especially those with vexatious personalities. He had obtained a magical weapon that targeted foes' weak spots. It sent a beam of stardust that confused foes' senses, allowing Carlin to distract them so that he could tickle their fancy. They anticipated resistance, but magic made considerable trouble for the dastardly dragons.
Upon entering the gates of Bideliaglen, Sir Carlin smirked, for knights often bragged that they were unsurpassed in skill for slaying dragons and making armor impenetrable. Surprisingly, unbelievably he drew upon intuition, but pride interfered with judgment and Carlin frequently got misleading urges.
Carlin was observing a rival knight riding handless through the marketplace. Directing himself by leg pressure, he turned toward the Castle of Bideliaglen and loped gracefully across the bridge. He smiled as he passed Carlin, knowing that he will arrive momentarily before the drawbridge, where the guard stands, ready to raise the trumpet call.
At once, knights saluted when King Brogan strode into the courtyard. He surveyed them, lined up perfectly. Raising his sword high, he called, "Welcome to my Castle. Here we celebrate the gathering of so illustrious a group. We may agree that dragons have become quite aggressive and unruly. Something has to be done! There must be a knight that is willing and courageous enough to challenge the Cold-drakes for the survival of the Kingdom."
A Knight stood dauntlessly before King Brogan exclaiming, "I accept the challenge because it is a duty that must be done for the well-being of Bideliaglen, and I, Carlin, have decided my efforts should be handsomely rewarded when the dragons have all been subdued."
King Brogan sat suddenly, stricken with apoplexy. Mage Imbildômé slithered toward the gasping monarch, his eyes scintillating wickedly. "Lord, allow me to lift the heavy spell afflicting you and restore your vitality." Imbildômé pointed his staff at Brogan: "HEAL!" Immediately [the] King jerked upright, as a flock of birds descended from the heavens headed towards Imbildômé and himself.
Watching this, Carlin sprang up, sword unsheathed, ready for action! Imbildômé glared at the knight and pointed angrily at him with frowning eyes. He spat, "Sit down, Carlin. Don't be such a hero. I have more magical abilities than you."
After a pause, the knight sheathed his long sword and mounted his stallion, Faerniriel, and galloped toward Mount Drágûn kicking the ribs causing
* * * well...I thought perhaps he was kicking the "dust" up as he galloped! But that is the surprise twist that doing one word at a time by a few different authors will give us!
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Post by Andorinha on Jun 20, 2009 19:56:15 GMT -6
Once long before tales were considered, dragons danced among the mountains. Gloriously soaring they colored the skies outshining the midnight stars. Watching for knights from the depths of their caverns -- wherein hoards of wild spiders spun huge webs, ready to defend the treasures -- they waited.
Sir Carlin galloped toward the castle of Bideliaglen where King Brogan had summoned hundreds of "draconicides" to prepare assaults against the mountain-holds guarded by the voracious dragons. Carlin excelled in stalking reptilians, especially those with vexatious personalities. He had obtained a magical weapon that targeted foes' weak spots. It sent a beam of stardust that confused foes' senses, allowing Carlin to distract them so that he could tickle their fancy. They anticipated resistance, but magic made considerable trouble for the dastardly dragons.
Upon entering the gates of Bideliaglen, Sir Carlin smirked, for knights often bragged that they were unsurpassed in skill for slaying dragons and making armor impenetrable. Surprisingly, unbelievably he drew upon intuition, but pride interfered with judgment and Carlin frequently got misleading urges.
Carlin was observing a rival knight riding handless through the marketplace. Directing himself by leg pressure, he turned toward the Castle of Bideliaglen and loped gracefully across the bridge. He smiled as he passed Carlin, knowing that he will arrive momentarily before the drawbridge, where the guard stands, ready to raise the trumpet call.
At once, knights saluted when King Brogan strode into the courtyard. He surveyed them, lined up perfectly. Raising his sword high, he called, "Welcome to my Castle. Here we celebrate the gathering of so illustrious a group. We may agree that dragons have become quite aggressive and unruly. Something has to be done! There must be a knight that is willing and courageous enough to challenge the Cold-drakes for the survival of the Kingdom."
A Knight stood dauntlessly before King Brogan exclaiming, "I accept the challenge because it is a duty that must be done for the well-being of Bideliaglen, and I, Carlin, have decided my efforts should be handsomely rewarded when the dragons have all been subdued."
King Brogan sat suddenly, stricken with apoplexy. Mage Imbildômé slithered toward the gasping monarch, his eyes scintillating wickedly. "Lord, allow me to lift the heavy spell afflicting you and restore your vitality." Imbildômé pointed his staff at Brogan: "HEAL!" Immediately [the] King jerked upright, as a flock of birds descended from the heavens headed towards Imbildômé and himself.
Watching this, Carlin sprang up, sword unsheathed, ready for action! Imbildômé glared at the knight and pointed angrily at him with frowning eyes. He spat, "Sit down, Carlin. Don't be such a hero. I have more magical abilities than you."
After a pause, the knight sheathed his long sword and mounted his stallion, Faerniriel, and galloped toward Mount Drágûn, kicking the ribs, causing Faerniriel
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"... galloped toward Mount Drágûn kicking the ribs causing"
Hmmm, something seems missing here? I was thinking "kicking the ribs of his horse," and then going on from that point? LOL. A "simple" one-word story line should NOT be this tough!!!
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Post by Desi Baggins on Jun 29, 2009 6:26:30 GMT -6
Once long before tales were considered, dragons danced among the mountains. Gloriously soaring they colored the skies outshining the midnight stars. Watching for knights from the depths of their caverns -- wherein hoards of wild spiders spun huge webs, ready to defend the treasures -- they waited.
Sir Carlin galloped toward the castle of Bideliaglen where King Brogan had summoned hundreds of "draconicides" to prepare assaults against the mountain-holds guarded by the voracious dragons. Carlin excelled in stalking reptilians, especially those with vexatious personalities. He had obtained a magical weapon that targeted foes' weak spots. It sent a beam of stardust that confused foes' senses, allowing Carlin to distract them so that he could tickle their fancy. They anticipated resistance, but magic made considerable trouble for the dastardly dragons.
Upon entering the gates of Bideliaglen, Sir Carlin smirked, for knights often bragged that they were unsurpassed in skill for slaying dragons and making armor impenetrable. Surprisingly, unbelievably he drew upon intuition, but pride interfered with judgment and Carlin frequently got misleading urges.
Carlin was observing a rival knight riding handless through the marketplace. Directing himself by leg pressure, he turned toward the Castle of Bideliaglen and loped gracefully across the bridge. He smiled as he passed Carlin, knowing that he will arrive momentarily before the drawbridge, where the guard stands, ready to raise the trumpet call.
At once, knights saluted when King Brogan strode into the courtyard. He surveyed them, lined up perfectly. Raising his sword high, he called, "Welcome to my Castle. Here we celebrate the gathering of so illustrious a group. We may agree that dragons have become quite aggressive and unruly. Something has to be done! There must be a knight that is willing and courageous enough to challenge the Cold-drakes for the survival of the Kingdom."
A Knight stood dauntlessly before King Brogan exclaiming, "I accept the challenge because it is a duty that must be done for the well-being of Bideliaglen, and I, Carlin, have decided my efforts should be handsomely rewarded when the dragons have all been subdued."
King Brogan sat suddenly, stricken with apoplexy. Mage Imbildômé slithered toward the gasping monarch, his eyes scintillating wickedly. "Lord, allow me to lift the heavy spell afflicting you and restore your vitality." Imbildômé pointed his staff at Brogan: "HEAL!" Immediately [the] King jerked upright, as a flock of birds descended from the heavens headed towards Imbildômé and himself.
Watching this, Carlin sprang up, sword unsheathed, ready for action! Imbildômé glared at the knight and pointed angrily at him with frowning eyes. He spat, "Sit down, Carlin. Don't be such a hero. I have more magical abilities than you."
After a pause, the knight sheathed his long sword and mounted his stallion, Faerniriel, and galloped toward Mount Drágûn, kicking the ribs, causing Faerniriel to
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"... galloped toward Mount Drágûn kicking the ribs causing Faerniriel to" RUN. Next paragraph...?
Hmmm, something seems missing here? I was thinking "kicking the ribs of his horse," and then going on from that point? LOL. A "simple" one-word story line should NOT be this tough!!!
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Post by Stormrider on Jun 29, 2009 19:38:54 GMT -6
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Once long before tales were considered, dragons danced among the mountains. Gloriously soaring they colored the skies outshining the midnight stars. Watching for knights from the depths of their caverns -- wherein hoards of wild spiders spun huge webs, ready to defend the treasures -- they waited.
Sir Carlin galloped toward the castle of Bideliaglen where King Brogan had summoned hundreds of "draconicides" to prepare assaults against the mountain-holds guarded by the voracious dragons. Carlin excelled in stalking reptilians, especially those with vexatious personalities. He had obtained a magical weapon that targeted foes' weak spots. It sent a beam of stardust that confused foes' senses, allowing Carlin to distract them so that he could tickle their fancy. They anticipated resistance, but magic made considerable trouble for the dastardly dragons.
Upon entering the gates of Bideliaglen, Sir Carlin smirked, for knights often bragged that they were unsurpassed in skill for slaying dragons and making armor impenetrable. Surprisingly, unbelievably he drew upon intuition, but pride interfered with judgment and Carlin frequently got misleading urges.
Carlin was observing a rival knight riding handless through the marketplace. Directing himself by leg pressure, he turned toward the Castle of Bideliaglen and loped gracefully across the bridge. He smiled as he passed Carlin, knowing that he will arrive momentarily before the drawbridge, where the guard stands, ready to raise the trumpet call.
At once, knights saluted when King Brogan strode into the courtyard. He surveyed them, lined up perfectly. Raising his sword high, he called, "Welcome to my Castle. Here we celebrate the gathering of so illustrious a group. We may agree that dragons have become quite aggressive and unruly. Something has to be done! There must be a knight that is willing and courageous enough to challenge the Cold-drakes for the survival of the Kingdom."
A Knight stood dauntlessly before King Brogan exclaiming, "I accept the challenge because it is a duty that must be done for the well-being of Bideliaglen, and I, Carlin, have decided my efforts should be handsomely rewarded when the dragons have all been subdued."
King Brogan sat suddenly, stricken with apoplexy. Mage Imbildômé slithered toward the gasping monarch, his eyes scintillating wickedly. "Lord, allow me to lift the heavy spell afflicting you and restore your vitality." Imbildômé pointed his staff at Brogan: "HEAL!" Immediately [the] King jerked upright, as a flock of birds descended from the heavens headed towards Imbildômé and himself.
Watching this, Carlin sprang up, sword unsheathed, ready for action! Imbildômé glared at the knight and pointed angrily at him with frowning eyes. He spat, "Sit down, Carlin. Don't be such a hero. I have more magical abilities than you."
After a pause, the knight sheathed his long sword and mounted his stallion, Faerniriel, and galloped toward Mount Drágûn, kicking the ribs, causing Faerniriel to RUN. They
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Post by Andorinha on Jun 30, 2009 10:25:06 GMT -6
Once long before tales were considered, dragons danced among the mountains. Gloriously soaring they colored the skies outshining the midnight stars. Watching for knights from the depths of their caverns -- wherein hoards of wild spiders spun huge webs, ready to defend the treasures -- they waited.
Sir Carlin galloped toward the castle of Bideliaglen where King Brogan had summoned hundreds of "draconicides" to prepare assaults against the mountain-holds guarded by the voracious dragons. Carlin excelled in stalking reptilians, especially those with vexatious personalities. He had obtained a magical weapon that targeted foes' weak spots. It sent a beam of stardust that confused foes' senses, allowing Carlin to distract them so that he could tickle their fancy. They anticipated resistance, but magic made considerable trouble for the dastardly dragons.
Upon entering the gates of Bideliaglen, Sir Carlin smirked, for knights often bragged that they were unsurpassed in skill for slaying dragons and making armor impenetrable. Surprisingly, unbelievably he drew upon intuition, but pride interfered with judgment and Carlin frequently got misleading urges.
Carlin was observing a rival knight riding handless through the marketplace. Directing himself by leg pressure, he turned toward the Castle of Bideliaglen and loped gracefully across the bridge. He smiled as he passed Carlin, knowing that he will arrive momentarily before the drawbridge, where the guard stands, ready to raise the trumpet call.
At once, knights saluted when King Brogan strode into the courtyard. He surveyed them, lined up perfectly. Raising his sword high, he called, "Welcome to my Castle. Here we celebrate the gathering of so illustrious a group. We may agree that dragons have become quite aggressive and unruly. Something has to be done! There must be a knight that is willing and courageous enough to challenge the Cold-drakes for the survival of the Kingdom."
A Knight stood dauntlessly before King Brogan exclaiming, "I accept the challenge because it is a duty that must be done for the well-being of Bideliaglen, and I, Carlin, have decided my efforts should be handsomely rewarded when the dragons have all been subdued."
King Brogan sat suddenly, stricken with apoplexy. Mage Imbildômé slithered toward the gasping monarch, his eyes scintillating wickedly. "Lord, allow me to lift the heavy spell afflicting you and restore your vitality." Imbildômé pointed his staff at Brogan: "HEAL!" Immediately [the] King jerked upright, as a flock of birds descended from the heavens headed towards Imbildômé and himself.
Watching this, Carlin sprang up, sword unsheathed, ready for action! Imbildômé glared at the knight and pointed angrily at him with frowning eyes. He spat, "Sit down, Carlin. Don't be such a hero. I have more magical abilities than you."
After a pause, the knight sheathed his long sword and mounted his stallion, Faerniriel, and galloped toward Mount Drágûn, kicking the ribs, causing Faerniriel to RUN. They watched
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Post by Stormrider on Jul 1, 2009 6:17:59 GMT -6
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Once long before tales were considered, dragons danced among the mountains. Gloriously soaring they colored the skies outshining the midnight stars. Watching for knights from the depths of their caverns -- wherein hoards of wild spiders spun huge webs, ready to defend the treasures -- they waited.
Sir Carlin galloped toward the castle of Bideliaglen where King Brogan had summoned hundreds of "draconicides" to prepare assaults against the mountain-holds guarded by the voracious dragons. Carlin excelled in stalking reptilians, especially those with vexatious personalities. He had obtained a magical weapon that targeted foes' weak spots. It sent a beam of stardust that confused foes' senses, allowing Carlin to distract them so that he could tickle their fancy. They anticipated resistance, but magic made considerable trouble for the dastardly dragons.
Upon entering the gates of Bideliaglen, Sir Carlin smirked, for knights often bragged that they were unsurpassed in skill for slaying dragons and making armor impenetrable. Surprisingly, unbelievably he drew upon intuition, but pride interfered with judgment and Carlin frequently got misleading urges.
Carlin was observing a rival knight riding handless through the marketplace. Directing himself by leg pressure, he turned toward the Castle of Bideliaglen and loped gracefully across the bridge. He smiled as he passed Carlin, knowing that he will arrive momentarily before the drawbridge, where the guard stands, ready to raise the trumpet call.
At once, knights saluted when King Brogan strode into the courtyard. He surveyed them, lined up perfectly. Raising his sword high, he called, "Welcome to my Castle. Here we celebrate the gathering of so illustrious a group. We may agree that dragons have become quite aggressive and unruly. Something has to be done! There must be a knight that is willing and courageous enough to challenge the Cold-drakes for the survival of the Kingdom."
A Knight stood dauntlessly before King Brogan exclaiming, "I accept the challenge because it is a duty that must be done for the well-being of Bideliaglen, and I, Carlin, have decided my efforts should be handsomely rewarded when the dragons have all been subdued."
King Brogan sat suddenly, stricken with apoplexy. Mage Imbildômé slithered toward the gasping monarch, his eyes scintillating wickedly. "Lord, allow me to lift the heavy spell afflicting you and restore your vitality." Imbildômé pointed his staff at Brogan: "HEAL!" Immediately [the] King jerked upright, as a flock of birds descended from the heavens headed towards Imbildômé and himself.
Watching this, Carlin sprang up, sword unsheathed, ready for action! Imbildômé glared at the knight and pointed angrily at him with frowning eyes. He spat, "Sit down, Carlin. Don't be such a hero. I have more magical abilities than you."
After a pause, the knight sheathed his long sword and mounted his stallion, Faerniriel, and galloped toward Mount Drágûn, kicking the ribs, causing Faerniriel to RUN. They watched horse
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Post by Andorinha on Jul 1, 2009 8:46:53 GMT -6
Once long before tales were considered, dragons danced among the mountains. Gloriously soaring they colored the skies outshining the midnight stars. Watching for knights from the depths of their caverns -- wherein hoards of wild spiders spun huge webs, ready to defend the treasures -- they waited.
Sir Carlin galloped toward the castle of Bideliaglen where King Brogan had summoned hundreds of "draconicides" to prepare assaults against the mountain-holds guarded by the voracious dragons. Carlin excelled in stalking reptilians, especially those with vexatious personalities. He had obtained a magical weapon that targeted foes' weak spots. It sent a beam of stardust that confused foes' senses, allowing Carlin to distract them so that he could tickle their fancy. They anticipated resistance, but magic made considerable trouble for the dastardly dragons.
Upon entering the gates of Bideliaglen, Sir Carlin smirked, for knights often bragged that they were unsurpassed in skill for slaying dragons and making armor impenetrable. Surprisingly, unbelievably he drew upon intuition, but pride interfered with judgment and Carlin frequently got misleading urges.
Carlin was observing a rival knight riding handless through the marketplace. Directing himself by leg pressure, he turned toward the Castle of Bideliaglen and loped gracefully across the bridge. He smiled as he passed Carlin, knowing that he will arrive momentarily before the drawbridge, where the guard stands, ready to raise the trumpet call.
At once, knights saluted when King Brogan strode into the courtyard. He surveyed them, lined up perfectly. Raising his sword high, he called, "Welcome to my Castle. Here we celebrate the gathering of so illustrious a group. We may agree that dragons have become quite aggressive and unruly. Something has to be done! There must be a knight that is willing and courageous enough to challenge the Cold-drakes for the survival of the Kingdom."
A Knight stood dauntlessly before King Brogan exclaiming, "I accept the challenge because it is a duty that must be done for the well-being of Bideliaglen, and I, Carlin, have decided my efforts should be handsomely rewarded when the dragons have all been subdued."
King Brogan sat suddenly, stricken with apoplexy. Mage Imbildômé slithered toward the gasping monarch, his eyes scintillating wickedly. "Lord, allow me to lift the heavy spell afflicting you and restore your vitality." Imbildômé pointed his staff at Brogan: "HEAL!" Immediately [the] King jerked upright, as a flock of birds descended from the heavens headed towards Imbildômé and himself.
Watching this, Carlin sprang up, sword unsheathed, ready for action! Imbildômé glared at the knight and pointed angrily at him with frowning eyes. He spat, "Sit down, Carlin. Don't be such a hero. I have more magical abilities than you."
After a pause, the knight sheathed his long sword and mounted his stallion, Faerniriel, and galloped toward Mount Drágûn, kicking the ribs, causing Faerniriel to RUN. They watched horse and
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Post by Stormrider on Jul 4, 2009 8:37:01 GMT -6
Once long before tales were considered, dragons danced among the mountains. Gloriously soaring they colored the skies outshining the midnight stars. Watching for knights from the depths of their caverns -- wherein hoards of wild spiders spun huge webs, ready to defend the treasures -- they waited.
Sir Carlin galloped toward the castle of Bideliaglen where King Brogan had summoned hundreds of "draconicides" to prepare assaults against the mountain-holds guarded by the voracious dragons. Carlin excelled in stalking reptilians, especially those with vexatious personalities. He had obtained a magical weapon that targeted foes' weak spots. It sent a beam of stardust that confused foes' senses, allowing Carlin to distract them so that he could tickle their fancy. They anticipated resistance, but magic made considerable trouble for the dastardly dragons.
Upon entering the gates of Bideliaglen, Sir Carlin smirked, for knights often bragged that they were unsurpassed in skill for slaying dragons and making armor impenetrable. Surprisingly, unbelievably he drew upon intuition, but pride interfered with judgment and Carlin frequently got misleading urges.
Carlin was observing a rival knight riding handless through the marketplace. Directing himself by leg pressure, he turned toward the Castle of Bideliaglen and loped gracefully across the bridge. He smiled as he passed Carlin, knowing that he will arrive momentarily before the drawbridge, where the guard stands, ready to raise the trumpet call.
At once, knights saluted when King Brogan strode into the courtyard. He surveyed them, lined up perfectly. Raising his sword high, he called, "Welcome to my Castle. Here we celebrate the gathering of so illustrious a group. We may agree that dragons have become quite aggressive and unruly. Something has to be done! There must be a knight that is willing and courageous enough to challenge the Cold-drakes for the survival of the Kingdom."
A Knight stood dauntlessly before King Brogan exclaiming, "I accept the challenge because it is a duty that must be done for the well-being of Bideliaglen, and I, Carlin, have decided my efforts should be handsomely rewarded when the dragons have all been subdued."
King Brogan sat suddenly, stricken with apoplexy. Mage Imbildômé slithered toward the gasping monarch, his eyes scintillating wickedly. "Lord, allow me to lift the heavy spell afflicting you and restore your vitality." Imbildômé pointed his staff at Brogan: "HEAL!" Immediately [the] King jerked upright, as a flock of birds descended from the heavens headed towards Imbildômé and himself.
Watching this, Carlin sprang up, sword unsheathed, ready for action! Imbildômé glared at the knight and pointed angrily at him with frowning eyes. He spat, "Sit down, Carlin. Don't be such a hero. I have more magical abilities than you."
After a pause, the knight sheathed his long sword and mounted his stallion, Faerniriel, and galloped toward Mount Drágûn, kicking the ribs, causing Faerniriel to RUN. They watched horse and rider
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