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Valvakka
Kilandra and Draconi Jun 27 2008 9:16AM
The great beast was confused, and when it was confused, it got angry.
The large dragon of the dungeon Destard, as the Britannians called it, was focused on the small man that had suddenly appeared through a dark hole just a few feet away from him.
For his part, the stranger from the portal was surveying the dragon-infested dungeon with a growing smile. He felt like a young one again, the feeling of adrenaline coursing through his veins being something truly rare and wonderful.
He would have been shaking with excitement if not for his training.
"How kind of you all to be here; waiting for me," Valvakka spoke aloud to the nearby dragons that were now gathering to investigate his appearance. He knew their pathetic minds could barely understand him, perhaps considering him a mere morsel for their afternoon meal.
Valvakka whispered long forgotten words of power and focused his energy.
A yellowish red rain began to rush down from the ceiling of this cavern. The dragons, having never seen anything like it before, arched their heads upwards, watching as it descended to them in meteoric streaks. Scales and claws smoldered with each touch of the liquid fire from above. It burned hotter than the inferno of the depths – showering everything in sight.
The few dragons that managed to run free from the deluge of crimson death were met by Valvakka’s halberd.
He seemed to know their every move. Valvakka was slaying each escaping dragon with ease, taking great pleasure in their deaths as if satisfying some old vendetta.
Taking a moment to admire his work - he felt a new presence closing in...
"A human." Valvakka acknowledged his thought in words as he turned to face the intruder.
"How utterly despicable..." Valvakka thought as he saw the adventurer standing at the ready with his "dragon" companion, this new pair looking ready to engage Valvakka at any moment.
Kilandra and Draconi Jun 27 2008 9:16AM
The great beast was confused, and when it was confused, it got angry.
The large dragon of the dungeon Destard, as the Britannians called it, was focused on the small man that had suddenly appeared through a dark hole just a few feet away from him.
For his part, the stranger from the portal was surveying the dragon-infested dungeon with a growing smile. He felt like a young one again, the feeling of adrenaline coursing through his veins being something truly rare and wonderful.
He would have been shaking with excitement if not for his training.
"How kind of you all to be here; waiting for me," Valvakka spoke aloud to the nearby dragons that were now gathering to investigate his appearance. He knew their pathetic minds could barely understand him, perhaps considering him a mere morsel for their afternoon meal.
Valvakka whispered long forgotten words of power and focused his energy.
A yellowish red rain began to rush down from the ceiling of this cavern. The dragons, having never seen anything like it before, arched their heads upwards, watching as it descended to them in meteoric streaks. Scales and claws smoldered with each touch of the liquid fire from above. It burned hotter than the inferno of the depths – showering everything in sight.
The few dragons that managed to run free from the deluge of crimson death were met by Valvakka’s halberd.
He seemed to know their every move. Valvakka was slaying each escaping dragon with ease, taking great pleasure in their deaths as if satisfying some old vendetta.
Taking a moment to admire his work - he felt a new presence closing in...
"A human." Valvakka acknowledged his thought in words as he turned to face the intruder.
"How utterly despicable..." Valvakka thought as he saw the adventurer standing at the ready with his "dragon" companion, this new pair looking ready to engage Valvakka at any moment.
