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Post by Desi Baggins on Jan 1, 2009 9:46:18 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
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Post by Androga Erindalant on Jan 4, 2009 4:58:57 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
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Post by Stormrider on Jan 4, 2009 8:34:59 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
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Post by Desi Baggins on Jan 13, 2009 7:00:25 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
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Post by Desi Baggins on Jan 28, 2009 7:16:47 GMT -6
*bump*
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Post by Andorinha on Jan 29, 2009 19:52:36 GMT -6
Posted by Desi Baggins on 1/13/09 at 8:00 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
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Post by Stormrider on Jan 30, 2009 6:51:33 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
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Post by Desi Baggins on Jan 31, 2009 8:22:04 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
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Post by Stormrider on Feb 1, 2009 8:20:28 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
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Post by Andorinha on Feb 2, 2009 17:37:00 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
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Post by Stormrider on Feb 2, 2009 18:16:45 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,
* * * A name for Carlin's stallion would be nice to insert into the story, don't you think?
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Post by Andorinha on Feb 19, 2009 8:22:13 GMT -6
**Yep, his horse SHOULD have a name, but since I got to name the wizard, won't be fair for me to name the horse... Besides, I'm watching the classic Disney "Spin and Marty" right now, can't think of anything but "Dynamite," and "Sky Rocket," neither appropriate for the time setting here! lol**
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Post by Stormrider on Feb 19, 2009 22:13:17 GMT -6
"Spin and Marty"!!! A classic! I agree, I don't think those horse names would be appropriate for this tale. And I was the last to post a word...so it shouldn't be up to me either to add the name! Oh! Desi! Where are you?
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Post by Androga Erindalant on Mar 2, 2009 3:04:48 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 ~ ~ ~ ~ Here I come to safe the day! Faerniriel is Sindarin for "running spirit" - couldn't resist to use Elvish
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Post by Stormrider on Mar 3, 2009 7:36:42 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
~ ~ ~ ~ Here I come to safe the day! Faerniriel is Sindarin for "running spirit" - couldn't resist to use Elvish
I like that name and it is very appropriate, too.
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