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| Sargoth | Wed Sep 1, 2004 12:51 am Post #16 |
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Sargoth took the oppurtunity given by Ranewen's engagement with the shadow dragon to begin summoning a powerful spell. It took most of his concentration to weave the spell using the highest of his abilities, making the normal magic quicker, more powerful, and longer lasting. He would normally have been able to release his strike soon after beginning his chant, but he was concentrating the power and trying to wait for an open moment to strike. He watched as the dragon swiped and missed at his companion, she happened to be just quick enough to avoid most of the careless strikes. She faded in and out of the shadow, sometimes making him lose her position entirely. He assumed the dragon was having somewhat the same trouble, which explained its intense concentration on Ranewen instead of himself. He knew that a typical, mature dragon would constantly keep track of all opponents to avoid exactly what Sargoth was planning. Ranewen faded completely into the shadows one more time just far enough away from the dragon for Sargoth to strike. The magic was released and a huge bolt of lightining poured down from the sky to strike the dragon in the spine. Its scales went bright as sparks of electricity danced over its entire body. Smoke rose from its backside and its wings appeared singed. It roared and took a few steps toward Sargoth before stopping and toppling over to its side. It breathed heavily and showed signs of severe exhaustion. Sargoth had never had the oppurtunity to release such power into one spell and it had apparently paid off this time. He stood his ground and watched the steady breathing of the beast. It was steady, the shadow dragon would not die. Sargoth was fortunate that it was only a young dragon instead of an ancient; his magic would have been entirely useless on a fully developed fire-lizard. The guardian was also exhausted from the spell; it had taken a lot out of him. He was glad that the battle was over, at least for now. "Ranewen?" Sargoth asked broadly to the shadows. |
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| Ranewen | Wed Sep 1, 2004 1:09 am Post #17 |
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Hearing her name, she stepped out of the shadows, becoming visible once again. She looked down at the exhausted beast and smirked. Then, she looked up at Sargoth. “I’m all right. Thank you for helping me.” She smiled for the first time in a long time. “Do you think he’ll be able to walk? Like, if I tie a rope around his neck, he’ll be too exhausted to resist, yet strong enough to walk?” she asked. She walked towards the dragon’s face and knelt down by it. She looked into Renor’s eyes and smiled. “Xun naut eszak, tagnik'zur. Usstan uil naut ghil ulu jivviim dos felah.” (Do not worry, dragon. I am not here to harm you further.) She nodded her head and placed a hand on the side of its face. His eyes glanced up at her. “Ka dos doer xuil ussa, dos orn inbau alur. Usstan iglata.” (If you come with me, you will get better. I promise.) She stood, but the dragon seemed not to move. He was probably considering her words, if he happened to understand what she was saying. |
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| Sargoth | Wed Sep 1, 2004 2:04 am Post #18 |
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Sargoth had been staring directly at an empty plot of darkened ground when Ranewen appeared out of thin air. He could not tell since she moved quickly, but he thought he saw her form become visible in direct relation to the shadow line on the ground. He was amazed at the degree of stealth the woman possessed, he had never seen anything quite like it. He pondered this for a moment until her words brought him back in focus. He considered the dragon on the ground as she whispered a strange language into the lizard's ear. "He was probably just numbed by the electricity. He should be able to walk within a few minutes, judging by the strength he showed in combat. As much as I would like to see a rope capable of holding a dragon, I believe it would be unwise to move him a single inch until we are certain he has chosen to follow. I hope what you have whispered to him helps us figure that out," Sargoth replied, using what logic he could put together at that moment. As if he was offering a sign of truce, Sargoth allowed his stone skin spell to tumble away from him in tiny pebbles, allowing them to collect in a pile around his feet before dissapearing in a gray cloud of smoke. Dragons were very intelligent, and their heritage gave them certain respect of beings showing more power than themself. Sargoth hoped the dragon was old enough to understand this fact and submit. |
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| Ranewen | Wed Sep 1, 2004 2:17 am Post #19 |
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You promise? “Usstan iglata,” she repeated as she stood up. “ Phuul dos aluin ulu flohlu udossa lueth doer ulu natha alur delmah? Xor orn'la dos y'sik zexen'uma ghil lueth ori'gato slaggiss doer lueth plynn dosst karliik tir dosst plica?” She gave him two choices. For a moment, he seemed to consider both. I will come with both of you without struggle and I will not be a threat, so long as you keep your promise and bring me to a better home. I do not wish to stay here and let they slayers take my head off my neck as a trophy. Ranewen turned her gaze towards Sargoth as she finally took in what he had said. “He says he will follow us. He will be our friend, not a foe.” She nodded her head and moved away fro mthe dragon a couple of steps to let him have room to get up. He struggled to his feet after the numbness wore off of him. He examined each of them closely before he finally understood that they would not hurt him if he did not harm them. Ranewen let her gaze go over towards Sargoth once again to see if he approved of what she had done and what the dragon had said. If he didn’t like it, she would let him go. Either way, she would. But they probably wouldn’t be as close as friends if he didn’t trust this evil-natured dragon. She wouldn’t blame him, but the dragon promised not to harm them. What more proof did she need? |
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| Sargoth | Thu Sep 2, 2004 2:50 pm Post #20 |
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"Please translate in case he cannot understand me," Sargoth began after considering Ranewen's words. Once again, Sargoth had been torn between thoughts regarding the shadow dragon. His studies of dragons had told him of a noble and trustworthy race, one that was unshaken in its bond to honesty and duty. He knew that even the most subversive of the grand beasts would be a loyal companion if the dragon actually made a promise. Unlike humans, a dragon's morals were of the highest regard. Sargoth knew this, but he was still dealing with a half-grown dragon, one that might not have learned the values of a promise yet during his life. Sargoth had no idea about this dragon's interactions with others and had no way to reference whether he was trustworthy or not; however, for the sake of trust and hope, he would assume the dragon knew the weight of his promise. Sargoth then spoke in a manner that would morally trap the dragon if he had developed enough, "Renor, Shadow Dragon of the Dragon Spine Mountains, do you give your word of honor that you have decided to travel with Ranewen, and myself for a short while, without the interest of harming either of us?" If the dragon gave his word, Sargoth would be contented and the group could travel together in relative peace. |
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| Ranewen | Thu Sep 2, 2004 4:27 pm Post #21 |
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"Renor, Barra Tagnik'zur del lil Dragon Spine Mountains xun dos belbau dosst xan'ss del bel'la nindel dos inbal detholusin ulu z'hin xuil Ranewen izil al izil ussa whol natha bista draeval, xuileb lil isintol del elggin usbyr del udossa?" she siad the words as they directly came from Sargoth's tongue. I promise to not harm you... Either of you. I swear on my life that I will not harm you if you do not harm me. Ranewen then nodded her head and repeated what the dragon had told her. Renor looked around in every which way. Which way are we heading? he asked Ranewen. "The Temple of Nature, to Oppel, God of Nature. Sargoth - I do not tihnk - is going there with us. I believe he wished to return home to the Temple of Magic, correct?" she asked and looked over at him with a curious gaze. "Or where ever you are going." The dragon seemed to nod his head as he took a few steps. It seemed to Ranewen that the feeling had come back to him, for he was able to walk again. She sighed in relief and placed a hand on the dragon's hide. "Xal Usstan z'har pholor dosst rath?" Ranewen asked curiously. Renor nodded his head and he crouched down and Ranewen hauled herself up onto his back, right before his neck was. She looked down at Sargoth. "Do you wish for me to summon an Elemental to carry you so you do not have to walk?" she asked, willing to do it. |
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| Sargoth | Thu Sep 2, 2004 11:15 pm Post #22 |
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"As I still have somewhere to go be, I cannot accept your kind offer to return me from where I began. While I have been side tracked to aid you in your time of need, it still does not diminish my urge to return to my own path," Sargoth explained, though he did not bother asking how she knew he was near the Temple of Magic when he had left. He watched the dragon, apparently honest in his agreement that he no longer wished to attack, get back up onto his feet. Sargoth was glad that he did not injure the dragon too badly, since that was not his goal, but he still noticed a slight limp. Out of kindness, almost as a repayment for the damage he had caused, Sargoth asked, "Renor, would you wish to be healed of some of your more grevious wounds before I continue on my journey?" Sargoth assumed that his words would be translated by Ranewen if she deemed it worthy of repeating. She might not even bother if she had already planned on curing the burn injuries on Renor's wings and back. Sargoth stared at the dragon, taking in the sight. He was still wild and Sargoth had never been able to study a wild dragon without being considered either an intruder or food. They really were amazing creatures, especially the ancients. Sargoth had never taken too much stock in the endurance of his own rock form since he learned that dragon scales grew to be as hard as mithril. He recalled how easily Taegris shattered under the might of the dragon's claws, and judging by the interactions between Ranewen and the beast, he knew she was gaining a powerful ally. He was happy to be on good terms with the both of them, and inwardly was thankful, but he only displayed a patient face awaiting a response to his healing proposal. |
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| Ranewen | Fri Sep 3, 2004 12:45 am Post #23 |
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She nodded her head, understanding that he needed to go elsewhere. She looked down at the dragon beneath her as Sargoth proposed an offer of healing the beast. Tell him... I said that would be kind. It would be nice not to have a limp the whole way to... wherever it is we are going. "He says that would be kind of you." She hopped off of Renor's back and he looked at her for a moment. All of a sudden, there was a blinding flash, and when Ranewen's vision returned to normal. She noticed that the dragon was gone; in its place was a human, no older than seventeen. Where the wounds had hurt the dragon, were bruises and scratches and the such. Especially on his arm where Ranewen had sliced him - or at least tried to. It wasn't a cut, though. Only a simple bruise, probably form the impact of her sword. He then nodded his head to show that he was ready to be healed. "It is very kind of you to do this for me," he spoke in a similar voice that rang inside Ranewen's head from when she had heard his voice telepathically. Ranewen smiled and looked over at Sargoth. She then whistled for her nightmate, Maral, and soon enough, the mare was right by Ranewen's side. She stroked her muzzle and hopped up onto the horse's back, waiting for them to finish. She would let Renor ride on the horse with her if he so wished. "In my human form - for further notice - please call my Ryu. That way, not many people will be afraid of me, for being who I really am." He flashed both of them a smile, which seemed stuck in Ranewen's head. What had she gotten herself into? She just captured a dragon who could change into a humanoid that can not only talk telepathically, and he is feared by people! She shuddered, but hid her emotions behind a straight face as she watched Sargoth patiently. |
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