Dragons of Destiny
Written by Derek "Slider" Ambrose and Jeston "Drakelven" Dulin
Chapter 1:
There's a First Time for Everything
Slider and Dakotar left the tavern leaving Duraku and
the two ladies behind so they could talk. The two men walked for
a while then Slider pulled out one of his two remaning daggers
and turned around to face Dakotar.
"So how did you get hooked up with such a nice lady
like Veral?" He asked
"Fer yer infermation, she found me raht after the Jéno
Kétran kicked me out onto th' streets," said Dakotar smugly,
"She took me in an' fed me an' bathed me an' took care o' me 'til
I was well 'nough to care fer myself. Then I stayed with her fer a
few years and we got married. Surprisin', ain't it? And if ya don't
mind my asking, what are ya gonna do with that dagger yer
fingrin'?"
"Well I was going to kill the person that is following us
but your in the way. You know, I could just take your head off.
Doesn't that sound like fun?" smirked Slider.
"Oh, okay... Would you mind if I just ducked down
to the ground here? I think my boots come unbuckled..." asked
Dakotar calmly.
"Not at all."
Dakotar fell to the ground as Slider flung the dagger
right where Dakotar's head would have been had he not moved.
All you could see of the dagger was a slight glimmer of light
reflicting from the far off lights of the town. Half of a second later
you could hear the final scream of a gnorph (one of the short,
humanoid vermin of Guranda).
"How the 'ell did ya know it was back there?!" Panicked
Dakotar.
"I'm just that good." Slider said calmly.
As Slider was walking into the direction that he threw
his dagger, he felt a sting his lower leg. He then looked to see
there was a small arrow potruding from his flesh. "Damn!" He
yelled. He then looked to Dakotar who had a throwing knife in
each hand waiting for there attacker to reveal itself to him.
While looking at Dakotar, Slider had absent-mindedly
taken the arrow out of his leg and was standing with slight
difficulty. Slider blinked a couple of times and looked around only
to see a sword heading right at his side. This caught him off-gaurd
and was unable to react but luckily Dakotar was prepared.
Dakotar had already stabbed the attacker with one of
is throwing knives, leaving it stuck deep within the gnorph's spine
and was already reaching for another.
Slider saw out of the corner of his eye a gnorph up in a
tree about ready to jump so he grabbed his bow and one arrow
from his quiver and with one swift motion put the arrow on the
string, pulled back, aimed, and released the string, sending the
arrow directly at the jumping gnorph.
Dakotar was standing over another bigger gnorph with a
sword he had gotten from somewhere (hey, man, don't ask; you
might not wanna hear the sickening details) and was about to deliver
the final blow but he couldn't bring himself to do it (surprisingly
enough, considering he's an assasin...).
Out of nowhere something hit Dakotar in the back of his
head knocking him to the ground. "Ow!" he yelled in pain. Meanwhile,
the sword in his hands was driven right through the dwarf and into
the ground. The big gnorph let out an agonizing scream of pain. The
cry then soon after faded out into slight moan.
At that time Slider tripped and stumbled over to
Dakotar. He saw that a bag of gold coins had hid Dakotar over the
head. The bag had a note nailed to it.
The note read:
Plese do'nt hert as anymore we wer folish two tri two stele yer
gald ant wepans. We giv u this gald as a pament fer tha pane wi
mey hav cast u, n we wil asher dat u hev saf pasaj tru tese
parts an if u evar ned us fer ANY yuse we wil b thar as son as
posibul.
sined, th gnorph trib ov Geronad
"I didn't even know gnorphs lived around this area... but,
hey, I'm not one to look a gift horse in the mouth..." said Slider.
They continued their walk through the forest, continuing
their previous conversation.
"So, I know you were leaving something out when you said
that the Jéno Kétran let you go because we didn't come to get you...
So, what else happened?" Slider asked.
"Well..." Dakotar sighed, wondering how much he should tell
the elf. Part of him said that he should tell Slider nothing, while another
part (the intelligent one) argued that he should reveal all.
Understanding his companion's inner tormoil, Slider put a
comforting hand on Dakotar's shoulder. "I understand. You will tell me,
when you're ready." the elf said, before walking back to the tavern,
leaving his friend in deep thought.
Written by Derek "Slider" Ambrose and Jeston "Drakelven" Dulin
Chapter 1:
There's a First Time for Everything
Slider and Dakotar left the tavern leaving Duraku and
the two ladies behind so they could talk. The two men walked for
a while then Slider pulled out one of his two remaning daggers
and turned around to face Dakotar.
"So how did you get hooked up with such a nice lady
like Veral?" He asked
"Fer yer infermation, she found me raht after the Jéno
Kétran kicked me out onto th' streets," said Dakotar smugly,
"She took me in an' fed me an' bathed me an' took care o' me 'til
I was well 'nough to care fer myself. Then I stayed with her fer a
few years and we got married. Surprisin', ain't it? And if ya don't
mind my asking, what are ya gonna do with that dagger yer
fingrin'?"
"Well I was going to kill the person that is following us
but your in the way. You know, I could just take your head off.
Doesn't that sound like fun?" smirked Slider.
"Oh, okay... Would you mind if I just ducked down
to the ground here? I think my boots come unbuckled..." asked
Dakotar calmly.
"Not at all."
Dakotar fell to the ground as Slider flung the dagger
right where Dakotar's head would have been had he not moved.
All you could see of the dagger was a slight glimmer of light
reflicting from the far off lights of the town. Half of a second later
you could hear the final scream of a gnorph (one of the short,
humanoid vermin of Guranda).
"How the 'ell did ya know it was back there?!" Panicked
Dakotar.
"I'm just that good." Slider said calmly.
As Slider was walking into the direction that he threw
his dagger, he felt a sting his lower leg. He then looked to see
there was a small arrow potruding from his flesh. "Damn!" He
yelled. He then looked to Dakotar who had a throwing knife in
each hand waiting for there attacker to reveal itself to him.
While looking at Dakotar, Slider had absent-mindedly
taken the arrow out of his leg and was standing with slight
difficulty. Slider blinked a couple of times and looked around only
to see a sword heading right at his side. This caught him off-gaurd
and was unable to react but luckily Dakotar was prepared.
Dakotar had already stabbed the attacker with one of
is throwing knives, leaving it stuck deep within the gnorph's spine
and was already reaching for another.
Slider saw out of the corner of his eye a gnorph up in a
tree about ready to jump so he grabbed his bow and one arrow
from his quiver and with one swift motion put the arrow on the
string, pulled back, aimed, and released the string, sending the
arrow directly at the jumping gnorph.
Dakotar was standing over another bigger gnorph with a
sword he had gotten from somewhere (hey, man, don't ask; you
might not wanna hear the sickening details) and was about to deliver
the final blow but he couldn't bring himself to do it (surprisingly
enough, considering he's an assasin...).
Out of nowhere something hit Dakotar in the back of his
head knocking him to the ground. "Ow!" he yelled in pain. Meanwhile,
the sword in his hands was driven right through the dwarf and into
the ground. The big gnorph let out an agonizing scream of pain. The
cry then soon after faded out into slight moan.
At that time Slider tripped and stumbled over to
Dakotar. He saw that a bag of gold coins had hid Dakotar over the
head. The bag had a note nailed to it.
The note read:
Plese do'nt hert as anymore we wer folish two tri two stele yer
gald ant wepans. We giv u this gald as a pament fer tha pane wi
mey hav cast u, n we wil asher dat u hev saf pasaj tru tese
parts an if u evar ned us fer ANY yuse we wil b thar as son as
posibul.
sined, th gnorph trib ov Geronad
"I didn't even know gnorphs lived around this area... but,
hey, I'm not one to look a gift horse in the mouth..." said Slider.
They continued their walk through the forest, continuing
their previous conversation.
"So, I know you were leaving something out when you said
that the Jéno Kétran let you go because we didn't come to get you...
So, what else happened?" Slider asked.
"Well..." Dakotar sighed, wondering how much he should tell
the elf. Part of him said that he should tell Slider nothing, while another
part (the intelligent one) argued that he should reveal all.
Understanding his companion's inner tormoil, Slider put a
comforting hand on Dakotar's shoulder. "I understand. You will tell me,
when you're ready." the elf said, before walking back to the tavern,
leaving his friend in deep thought.
