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Stories of Ansalon from the view of Zignus.
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Author: Zignus Date Tue Jun 4 21:03:31 2002 Subject zignus It was a chill night in Qualinost, as screems filled the air. On this night Zignusolanth was born. His mother died giving birth to him, before she could even hold him in his arms. Being a half-elf didn't help him much in the elven society. He was raised by his grandmother, one of the oldest elves in Quali- nost. By the time he started to attend school, he had already gotten into fights with the other children. Everyone mocked him for being a half-elf, ridiculed him to the point where he could take it no more. At age thirty his grand- mother passed away, leaving him alone in the elven society. He attended her funeral, something that may have been better if he went in private. Many of the people blamed the death of the beloved woman on him. Saying she died because of his cold heart. The elves gave him a hate-filled gaze as he said his farewell. He left the funeral early, seeing he had no one to stay there for. What he did not notice however was that someone decided to leave in the same direction as him. About half way down the trail he was hit in the back of the head. Knocked forward on his face, his hand quickly sped towards the hidden blade in his boot. He sprung to his feet, blade in hand to confront the foe. It happened to be a snaughty elven noble, who he had never gotten along with. Without any exchange of words the elf flung himself on Zignus, who attempted to counter it, bring his blade up to drive away the fool. Unfortunately he continued his attack, driving up against the dagger right into the chest. Before Zignus could sort the mess out, an arrow flew and hit him in the arm, and another elf jumped out infront of him. Zignus dropped his blade and raised his hands in a defensive position. The elf smirked and hit him with the hilt of his sword, knocking Zignus out cold. Author: Zignus Date Tue Jun 4 21:17:41 2002 Subject Zignus:Continued When Zignus awoke, he was in a dark cell, which his eyes quickly accustomed to. He sat there sorting out what happened, getting his story straight. He had only been defending himself, this was not his fault. Before long a guard came along and took him before the court. There he was tride and didn't really have a chance to defend himself. He was banished for the murder of an elven noble. Without being allowed to gather his belongings, a group of guards took him to the border where the yet again hit him with the hilt of a sword, knocking him senseless. Author: Zignus Date Tue Jun 4 21:25:44 2002 Subject Zignus:The Vision A form adorned in armor of the Dark Queen marched through the forest, following a narrow trail. An arrow flew his way, which he quickly deflected with his sword. Grabbing a dagger at his side he through it into the brush where he heard a loud gasp and a thump as a body hit the ground. He heard a slight russle of leaves and then all was silent. He waited there, knowing well not to pursue an elf into the forest. Before long he heard a screach as a gryphon appeared with an elven rider. The rider attacked, with the gryphon snapping its beak at him as it flew straight at him. He brought up his sword, adorned with a glowing black gem at the hilt, and cut through the head of the gryphon, driving it up all the way through. The gryphon came to an abrupt stop and fell to the ground. The elf jumped off the gryphon and attacked before the beast landed, sending a series of attacks at the knight. The masked death knight blocked each blow with ease then threw his weight into his shield, which knocked into his opponent, knocking the elf to the ground. He then brought the tip of his sword to the throat of the defeated wretch, standing above him with a vigilant gaze. He took off his helmet to reveal himself to the elf. Zignus finished the drive of his sword, killing the elf mercilessly. A sharp pain errupted in Zignus' arm as he woke with a start. Author: Zignus Date Tue Jun 4 22:41:30 2002 Subject Zignus:Journey Zignus looked down at his forearm, wincing as he moved it around to examine it. There, on his forearm was a strange tattoo, shaped like that of a five-headed dragon. It glowed a faint black and pounded in pain, making it extremely difficult to concentrate. He sighed, as he remembered his dream, he had accepted the Queen's bargain, do her will, and get his revenge. He looked to examine his arrow wound and found it to be completely healed. He was completely healthy, and felt better then he had since before his grandmother's death, except for the pain on his arm. Slowly he took to his feet and walked out of the forest onto a road. He looked about, looking at the sun determining to determine which way was north, then started for Solace. Upon his arrival, he stole some travelling equipment and some steel, and started on his journey towards the Khalkists, where he heard Her Knight's were residing. He stole what he needed, of those unsuspecting, and eventually made progress. With sheer determination he learned to become one with the earth, like his elven heritage. Yet his broad human physic helped him blend into the human world. Slowly and surely, he eventually made his way to the Khalkists. Upon arrival, he killed a bear for its cave, and made the cave his home. There he would train, day after day, until the time came... Author: Zignus Date Thu Jul 18 23:57:51 2002 Subject Normdaar It was hot, really hot, not hot to just cause you to sweat, but hot enough burn your skin alive. The woods were dead silent as I rode through them, as if all the sound were muted for miles on end. No birds chirpping, no squirrels running along the branches, nothing, just silence. I heard a stream not to far to my right, and dismounted, leading my stallion, Black Lightning, towards it. I let him drink the water there, and rested against his back, taking in the shade, and the slight breeze that blowed in from the north. I began to doze off, before I even knew what happened, I had my sleeping gear unpacked and set up, and I was asleep. It was as if someone else was in control of my body and I was a passenger. I watched, waited, hoping for something to stir my adrenaline, silence. Half asleep, yet half awake, I lay there in the night, trying to rest before the scorching sun would rise again in the morning. *CRACK!* I jumped to my feet, swords armed, and ready for what was to come, but nothing came, as I stood there paranoid in the night. Was I imagining things? Convinced that I must have dreamed it, I began to sit back down. *CRACK!* There it was again, I jumped to my feet and this time, let my elven eyes pierce the darkness, searching, waiting, yet nothing came. It was like this all night, not a minute of sleep. --------------End of Part 1-------------- Author: Zignus Date Fri Jul 19 21:13:23 2002 Subject Normdaar Part 2 The night faded away as the sun began to rise, bringing light to a new day. I was tired, I fell asleep dozens of times on my feet while loading up my mount. Mounting, I whispered, 'North', into his ear, and collapsed under exhaustion. I had no sleep the night before, nor the night before that. The crackling noises continued throughout the nights, not leaving me a moments rest. I slept, finally not able to take it anymore. Slept for minutes, days, who knows. Thats not important however, what is important is where I was when I awakened. I attempted to stretch as I woke up, only to find my hands and feet bound, and my wrists burned like the abyss. My eyes darted open and I began to survey my surroundings. It was dark, very dark, my elven sight could not hope to penetrate this pitch black abyss. I groaned, feeling utterly helpless. 'Shh! You'll bring them on to us!' A voice whispered somewhere to my right. 'Where am I?' 'You are trapped, now shuttup, you'll learn more as time goes by.' I collapsed again, unable to think, to act, I felt like a newborn babe. -------------End of Part 2--------------- Author: Zignus Date Fri Jul 19 21:33:02 2002 Subject Normdaar Part 3 It had been months since I was captured, though it felt like years. The vision my Queen had given me was deathly accurate. Here were her soldiers, captured and packed like sheep in a pen. I was being held prisoner in Cedalford, and my mission was to free the others. This I knew beyond a doubt, yet if I was the one my Queen chose, why was I captured? Questions like this ran through my mind daily. Why me? How? After a few months I stopped feeling sorry for myself, and began to look for patterns in behavior of our captors. They were deathly afraid of the light, I once scratched my boots causing a spark, and they all dispersed out of the holding area. This had to be the key to escape. They did checks on us three times a day, morning day and night. Though sometimes they wouldn't leave, to monitor our behaviour. Before long I had a plan...My boots had a steel tip on them, and it was sharp enough to cut these ropes loose. Once free I was convinced I could escape, and free the others. I don't know what day it is, but I felt it was time, a feeling in my gut. I lay on my back, and when I was convinced that no one but the hostages and me were in the room, began to cut the ropes with my boots. The ropes were made of something different, they wouldn't cut like normal ropes, and progress was slow. I had to be careful to not get caught when they did their roundly checks though. It was a week, maybe two, before I freed myself. I don't know how I was able to keep time in this dark prison, but somehow everything made sense. ------------End Part 3--------------- Author: Zignus Date Fri Jul 19 21:39:51 2002 Subject Normdaar Part 4 I hid to the left side of the door, so it would hide me when it opened. I waited. The minutes counted down like hours, and sweat began to trickle down my face. There was noise behind the door, all was silent. The prisoners, all veterans of war, did not make eye contact with me. Though their ropes were tied, they hid them behind their backs so that nothing would seem suspicious. The door opened, and it came walking, half crawling in. It looked at everyone, and cackled evilly. I snuck up behind him...slowly...almost there... BAM! I had him in my lock, strangling him until he ceased to move, and then some. I peaked outside the door, it was a little lighter, but barely. I could make out two guards at the end of the hall, talking in their own tongue. I nodded to the man, who seemed to lead his men, he was named Vormse, Captain Vormse. I shut the door quietly and motioned him to the corner. I need to know, or else we will never get out of here alive. What in the name of the abyss are these things, and why are they holding us here?! The captain, sighing softly, began to whisper softly, and began his tale. Author: Zignus Date Fri Jul 19 21:46:45 2002 Subject Normdaar Part 5 They...these things, are some sort of deformation of dwarves I gather. We are underground now, underneath Cedalford. They seem to be mining something, and at first they weren't so bad. We lived here in Cedalford with them for years, until they discovered the orb. The orb... everyone within a certain radius of the thing does not age. I was to guard this for Lord Ariakas, once he won the war he would hide it in his castle, and live forever...Be the Emperor of Krynn! I failed him though, and now he is dead, for it has been many years since the war. They took us in our sleep, and it has been like this ever since. They don't feed us, don't need to because the orb keeps us alive...That is my story. --------------End Part 5--------------- Author: Zignus Date Fri Jul 19 21:55:35 2002 Subject Normdaar Part 6 I left the men and scouted ahead, killing any of the things that I saw. I had recovered my weapons from the room over. I was on a rampage. I went forth, torch in one hand, and sword in the other. They cowered back like the cowards they are. I killed them mercilessly, and searched the premises for the orb. Yes... the orb, Takhisis wants it, it is why she sent me. She will have it soon...very soon. I heard yelling not to far off. Many of the beasts had gathered to attempt to stop me, they were also guarding a door. I charged in, slaying them all, they were all petrified of the light, they stood no chance. I unlocked the door with the keys off a corpse, and there it was, glowing. The room was dusty and there were cobwebs all over. It seems they never came here because of the glow. I chuckled to myself, fools. I grabbed the orb and ran back to gather the men. They stood there staring at me in amazement. Here I was, their hero, garbbed in the blood of their captors. I realized here and now that these men would die for me with so much as a word. I beckoned them to follow, and we charged up the tunnel, escape was in our reach. -------------End Part 6--------------- Author: Zignus Date Fri Jul 19 22:00:34 2002 Subject Normdaar Part 8 The light! Oh I never thought I would be so glad just to bathe in the light. It has been almost half a year since I last breathed the fresh air. I whistled for my horse, hoping it may be in the area, if it escaped, and waited. Before long I the ground began to tremble, and the beating of many hooves could be heard. Two Hundred horses followed one pitch black stallion, it seems Black Lightning had made some friends during my capture. The men cheered as they all had a mount, and I chuckled softly, thinking how perfect everything had turned out. With the orb in my pack, we rode home, we were free. Author: Zignus Date Sat Aug 24 19:37:30 2002 Subject My Capture Today I was attacked by the wretched Solamnics. They surrounded me while I was minding my own business, attempting to force me out of a city that does not wholly belong to them, asking me to bear a message that all of my brethren will be imprisoned if they are caught within the city walls from that point forward. I told them that I would bear their message, however I would not leave until the time suited me. The Lord Knight Dartain rushed in at me, unable to contain his anger, and I cut him down. However I underestimated his will and he began to push me back. We fought for what seemed hours, and then he wounded my tattoo, the only thing that could keep me together. After then I was delirious, striking blindly at anything that moved. I fell to him, and now I lay in their dungeons, but not for long. Author: Zignus Date Sat Aug 24 19:49:25 2002 Subject Escape Attempt #1 I woke up with a pounding headache, barely able to keep my eyes open. Looking around, I saw that I had been put into a rather small cell, with a little bit of light piercing the darkness from underneath the door. Crawling forward I studied the door, seeing if their was a lock from the inside, or some sort of way to get out. Finding none, I sat back down and began to formulate a plan of escape. I lay down, and closed my eyes, making it seem that I had not yet waked from my healing sleep. I began to groan in pain, and then began to yell, and shortly after I started to shout. Not to long after, I heard footsteps coming from above. The door creaked open as someone entered the room. Putting my plan to action I began to convulse, faking a seizure. The person ran forward attempting to help me, and grabbed my arms. I opened my eyes, and reversed his group, and spun him over. Landing on top of him, I got a lock on his adams apple. 'You move, or make any noise, and you die.' As an answer to my command, he stared ate me with hatred, but made no noise. However the guard outside heard the scuffle and ran in. I hoisted the knight up, and put him between myself and the guard. The guard began to circle me, searching for an opening. 'Stay back!'Screamed the knight, as I began to tighten my hold on his throat. The guard doing what he was told, began to step back a few feet, but still had his sword pointed at me. 'If you come any closer, the knight's life is forfeit.' In answer, he lowered his sword, but stood blocking the doorway. I heard more guards coming down the hall way, and cursed as my chances of escape vanished. Muttering a curse I shoved the knight forward, giving up in the attempt. Without losing a beat, the knight charged at me and pinned me to the ground. 'I could have killed you, wretched Solamnic, but I let you go, you should do the same.' 'And I could have let you die.'The knight said in response as he put some cuffs on my arms to further restrain me. Noticing a keywhole, I let him cuff me to the wall. 'There is your food for the day.'The knight said, breathing heavily as he exited the cell. Muttering a curse I kicked the food at the door, too late realizing that it would be my only food for another day. Sighing, I sat back down on the ground, and closed my eyes in silent prayer. Author: Zignus Date Sun Aug 25 00:37:24 2002 Subject The Meeting I heard footsteps down the hall, and shortly after the door creaked open. I opened my eyes, and let them adjust to the light. Lord Teldor stood before me, a letter in his hand. 'Good day to you, Sir Knight.' He saluted me. I nodded at him, not knowing why he was here, but suspecting it to do with the letter. He follows my gaze and holds up the letter infront of me. 'Ahh yes, I have something for you. We met with two more of your order this day, and they agreed to leave the city on command. However Sir Sidholt handed me a letter that he said was to be delivered to you. So here it is.' I took the letter from his hand, and recognized the seal. Breaking the seal, I began to read: Surely there must be a way we have not yet thought of It cries It Demands It says that there's a chance It will not say "no." A letter of encouragement, much needed. I crumpled the letter and through it on the ground, pretending it was nothing but something to entertain me. Lord Teldor smiled, asking if Sidholt was a friend. Where upon I told him he was simply an ally, we had mutual interests, and we understood eachother. With the business completed, he asked if I needed anything else. I told him of the unnecessary roughness Lord Rek had shown me after I had released him. He promised to look into it for me. Afterwords we talked for a bit more about my battle with Lord Dartain. 'Is there anything else you require.' He asks. I looked at the overturned plate on the ground and looked up at him hungrily. 'Perhaps some more food could be brought...I seemed to have...finished with the previous plate.' He frowned at the waste, but agrees to bring me some more food, and turns to leave. 'Perhaps you could bring a fork to eat with?' I said, thinking of the lock on my cuff. In a few moments he returned with some stew, a loaf of bread, and a cup of water. 'Is this suitable?' 'I will remember your kindness Lord Teldor, it is suitable indeed.' I said as I looked down at the food hungrily. With that he turned on his heel and left the room. I devoured the food and sat back down, beginning to develop another plan. Author: Zignus Date Sun Aug 25 02:07:24 2002 Subject Escape It must have been night, for the dungeon was absolutely quiet except for the other prisoners snoring. I took the fork that I had gotten earlier and began to work at that lock on the cuffs. A few minutes later, a slight click came from the cuffs, and they popped open. I kept my hands in them however, and hid the fork behind the palm of my hand. With a grunt, I jumped and made a loud noise, hoping to attract attention. Before long I heard the footsteps of someone coming down the hall, uttering curses about the damned prisoners and lack of sleep. The door unlocked and light pierced the doorway from the hall. A head pops through the door. 'Whats all the racket about?!' I lay still, waiting for him to come closure, not daring to even breathe. The knight confused by my reaction, inched forward, and gave a prod with his boot. I spun to life and dragged him to the ground, and with a blur I was on top of him, and wielding my mighty fork, I put it to his throat. 'You make any sudden movements, or any loud noises, and your dead, got it? Nod if you do.' The knight nodded, with a hate-filled stare in his eyes. I took the cuffs and shackled him to the wall. Then I began to strip myself of my armor, and stripping him of his. I put on his armor, and put mine on him, hoping no one would notice me gone until morning. I walked out of the door and shut it, and began my escape from the keep. I walked calmly passed the guards, being careful not to look directly at anyone. I was almost out until a squire by the looks of it, saw that something was amiss. I continued to walk out, and soon I was on the streets of Palanthas. I knew however that my escape would not go unnoticed long. (Thanks Bevier for helping me rp) Author: Zignus Date Wed Sep 4 10:27:30 2002 Subject Test:Part 1 Sighing, I begin to walk to the edge of the destroyed town, where my dragon awaits me. 'Deathbolt...I believe this is something I must do alone, your large size will only give us away. I need you to return to Storm's Keep, and inform them of what has happened. Do not return until you hear my calling.' The blue dragon looks at me steadily, then jumps high into the air and departs, heading in the direction of the keep. I turn around to look over the massacre, seeing the acid-burned bodies on the ground. I turn away, this type of slaughter making me sick to my stomach. What type of monster could kill like this, without feeling, without remorse. Sighing, I turn to look again upon the scene, and walk towards a small building where I see a shovel. Taking the shovel, I begin the long strenuous task of burrying the dead, the innocent. (To be continued...) Author: Zignus Date Wed Sep 4 10:37:27 2002 Subject Test:Continued I wiped the sweat from my eyes as I finished digging the last grave, sighing, I gently picked up the little girl. Her head was caved in, probably from a mace, and her clothes were half way torn off, ravaged. My tattoo glowed as her bright blue eyes stared straight into me. Suddenly I was no longer standing amidst a destroyed village, I was no longer me. I heard singing and laughing, as children played all around me, the little girl chasing a boy around the village square. A large shadow covered the village, and I immediately look up, thinking it to be Deathbolt returning. Except it was not Deathbolt, this was a sleek black dragon, a renegade. It swept passed the village once, and turned back around, diving low. The villagers screamed, mothers running for their children. The black dragon swooped down and spat acid at building after building, each building collapsing as the acid ate it away. A battle cry sounded as a small army of men ran in, blades held high. Dressed in black dragonarmor, they began their slaughter, killing the fathers, and raping the women. The little girl had hidden herself in the well, her mother's dead body covering the entrance. The battle was over before it began, and the noise died down. The little girl began to mourn, and the apparent leader of the army stopped his looting to look up. A sly grin crossed his face as he began to walk towards the well. I ran at him, trying to tackle him, but ran right through him. He kept on walking straight towards the well, and threw the corpse of the girl's mother off the entrance. He laughed wickedly as he pulled the bucket up. The girl tried to run, but he grabbed her dress, ripping it off of her. All of them laughed, they loved this, they lived for it. I hated them, I wanted to kill every single one of them. The captain picked her up, and banged her against the well, he began his work. I could not watch any longer, and shook my head trying to clear it. When I looked up again I was once again surrounded by graves, a single tear ran down my face as I vowed revenge. (To be continued...) Author: Zignus Date Thu Sep 5 11:33:35 2002 Subject Test:continued It was night when I resumed my journey, following the trail silently. Lunitari and Solinari, both in high sanction, lighting my way through the forest. The trail, that I had been following for days, leads north, to the Khalkists. I could only suppose that the dragon has its cave there. Sooner or later I knew, I would catch up, but what then? How would I defeat an army, yet alone a dragon. These thoughts raced through my mind, doubts and worries, how could they not? To each of these questions I told myself, 'She is watching, She will show me the way'. That is all the encouragement I ever needed. 'CRACK!' I stopped mid-step, something had cracked a branch or a twig on the ground, and it was not me. My elven eyes pierced the darkness, searching, seeing. There, not even a hundred yards in front of me, was one of them. He walked around clumsily, gathering firewood. I could kill him so easily, but I stopped my urge. If I killed him now, he would not return as expected to the army, and they would send more men out. I waited till he left. I quickly retreated a few hundred yards and sat, thinking, praying. (To be continued...) Author: Zignus Date Fri Sep 6 12:19:01 2002 Subject Test:Continued I had been watching them for days, seeing their routines, and counting their numbers. They counted 47 in all, plus the dragon, which visited them once a week. The captain seemed to stay in his tent mostly, and came out only at night to join the drinking and the abuse of the women they had abducted. One by one, night after night, the women were raped, then killed. I watched in horror as these precedings happened, and slowly a plan began to form. I went back to my hiding spot, and looked at my supplies. I had a shovel, my daggers, a bow, some arrows, some rope, armor, and some poison. I worked day after day, without break, the simple cause feeding me enough energy to keep going. I built dozens of lethal traps, setting them all over the forest. With my traps set, all I had to do now was prepare myself, mentally and physically. I ran the procedure over and over, making sure I did not fail when the time came. I learned the terrain, making note of any change in elevation, and where each tree stood. I found places to hide incase they were ever hot on my trail. I learned my 'obstacle course' so that I could run it with my eyes closed. I would strike at them and kill them, before the dragon returned for its weekly visit. Author: Zignus Date Sat Sep 7 13:07:16 2002 Subject Test:Continued I sat atop a tree, watching them, waiting for the captain to walk out of his tent as he does every night. He would be dead before he stepped outside. My bow in hand, notched and loaded, I waited there. The flaps behind the tent began to move, as I quickly released my arrow. I heard a gurgled scream and a thud, and then the camp came to life. Showtime. Almost immedietly someone pointed to the tree, and arrows zoomed above me. I scrambled down the tree and waited for them to follow. I three arrows loose at once, and three of them fell down dead, arrows through their eyes. The rest pushed them aside and continued to chase me. I ran through the forest, slow enough for them to follow. I jumped, avoiding one of my traps, and heard a muffled yell as someone fell through it. I continued to run, knowing they were still right on my heels. I took out my blade and cut a rope as I ran passed a tree. A huge spiked branch zoomed backwords, hitting someone smack in the face. Suddenly it was quiet, something was not right. I knew I had not killed 47, had they been called back? I turned around and snuck carefully back towards their camp, taking note of how many I had killed. There were three that were killed by the branch, and four more that were still clutching to life in the spiked pit. I ended their pain quickly and continued on. I had killed 11 of them, reducing their number 36. I hid behind a tree and looked towards the camp. All of the men were assembled and circled around something, the dragon. Author: Zignus Date Sat Sep 7 14:17:32 2002 Subject Test:Continued I stood there watching, unable to repress my disgust with the beast. It was fat, bloaded, it was the type of dragon that Takhisis would not approve of in her army in any case, whether it be a renegade or not. Suddenly the men began to scramble back and run. The dragon began spewing acid at them, and eating those in range. Before long all of the men were dead, and I stood their in horror, frozen, unable to move. When its work was done it began to jump into the air, ready to leave, but then it stopped. It turned its head slowly and looked my way, it had found me somehow. Gritting my teeth I stepped out into the open, trying to repress the dragon fear. A sly grin fell upon its face as it gazed upon me, one of amuzement, and hunger. 'So you are the one who slays my men, the one who makes a mockery of my army?' 'I make a mockery of you, not your army.' 'Oh, you do now? We shall see...we shall see.' 'By order of my Queen, I order you to surrender yourself to her, or I will be forced to end your miserable wretched life.' At this the dragon hissed, and approached my threateningly. I knew it would decline my offer, I would be forced to kill it. But how? 'You miserable half breed dare to threaten me? Do you know who I am?' 'I care not who you are, you have two choices, die now, or die later.' It hissed and spat acid everywhere, I dodged left and right, barely able to stay out of the fray. 'Stay still you wretch!' It continued to do so for another five minutes, destroying everything around it but me. Finally it gave up the attempt and made a leap towards me, hoping to devour me whole. I drove my long bladed dagger through its jaw and jumped back as it screached in pain. I used this opportunity to rush the dragon, hoping to mount it. It bit my leg half way through my climb, dragging me off of it. I cried out in pain as I flew through the air. 'You will pay dearly for that, Half-Elf.' My wounds were already closing as it slowly came my way, thinking me immobile. I slashed my dagger in its face, scratching its eye. Jumping to my feet I ran behind it yet again, this time grabbing hold of its tail as it jerked around trying to fling me off. I got out my other dagger and began to stab my way up the scaly hide, pulling myself up with each wound that I made. It screached in pain, never having felt this type of pain. For the first time in it's long life, the dragon was afraid. It flew up into the air, with me on its back, and crashed through the trees, banging me against anything it could, trying to writhe me off. The pain seemed to dissappear, with only my goal in mind. I climbed forward somehow, and made my way towards is huge head. With one hand around its horn, and the other wielding my dagger, I stabbed down. The dragon suddenly stopped writhing, and stopped flying. My blade had bitten through its brain, ending its miserable life. We crashed through the canopy and landed with a loud thud on the ground, I rolled off, barely on the edge of conciousness. I tried to examine my wounds, broken ribs, gashes along my legs and arms. My head kept pounding, and the pounding was the last thing I remembered. Author: Zignus Date Sat Sep 7 14:21:46 2002 Subject Test:End I awoke with a start, my head still pounding, but my wounds considerably healed. I attempted to stand but fell back down, and lost conciousness again. I kept going in and out of reality for what seemed like days, each time waking up with less wounds. Finally after what seemed like eternity, I was able to blow my horn, able to call for my dragon. I collapsed again. When I awoke next time, I was at Storm's Keep, in the healer's tent, with a sigh of relief I closed my eyes again, I was home.
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