Post by kusuri on Mar 5, 2009 21:56:29 GMT -6
Anybody can join.I can either cause trouble or just interact!
I'm immensely bored. The dragonman complained to his beast.The soft hide he was leaning against rumbled softly in amusement.
Perhaps we should wander the woods for amusement?
No,we always go swimming. The forty year old whined,shifting a little to catch the sun's rays better.Might as well do this while he could.It was Hurricane season and the rains were constant.It had been driving poor Hatath to depression.
The great bronze creature extended his conscious to communicate,but hesitated.
...There is always the holds and craft halls.
The dragon felt His stiffen and then relax as he mulled over the idea.
Perhaps we should... The goateed man could mentally map out their enemy hold for future reference and buy some supplies to start a new hobby to take up his spare time.
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In the clear clouds above the large Lidal Hold, a large bronze dragon winked out of Between.The dragon lazily spiraled closer to the ground,bearing the colors of that hated Hold.Once dragon and rider were sure that the sentry had seen them and pointed those hideous weapons away,Hatath backwinged into a landing.His muscles rippled as they absorbed the impact of his landing.The dragon extended his leg so that his rider could swing down and then he was off again,to find a comfortable perch and sun.
D'mon meanwhile, was striding through the gate,and into the trading center.He stood in a shaded corner and pondered what he should spend his marks on.So focused he was on relieving his boredom,that he didn't notice a pair of eyes watching him,for the crisply dressed rider stood out from the holders like a wher in a group of dragons.
I'm immensely bored. The dragonman complained to his beast.The soft hide he was leaning against rumbled softly in amusement.
Perhaps we should wander the woods for amusement?
No,we always go swimming. The forty year old whined,shifting a little to catch the sun's rays better.Might as well do this while he could.It was Hurricane season and the rains were constant.It had been driving poor Hatath to depression.
The great bronze creature extended his conscious to communicate,but hesitated.
...There is always the holds and craft halls.
The dragon felt His stiffen and then relax as he mulled over the idea.
Perhaps we should... The goateed man could mentally map out their enemy hold for future reference and buy some supplies to start a new hobby to take up his spare time.
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In the clear clouds above the large Lidal Hold, a large bronze dragon winked out of Between.The dragon lazily spiraled closer to the ground,bearing the colors of that hated Hold.Once dragon and rider were sure that the sentry had seen them and pointed those hideous weapons away,Hatath backwinged into a landing.His muscles rippled as they absorbed the impact of his landing.The dragon extended his leg so that his rider could swing down and then he was off again,to find a comfortable perch and sun.
D'mon meanwhile, was striding through the gate,and into the trading center.He stood in a shaded corner and pondered what he should spend his marks on.So focused he was on relieving his boredom,that he didn't notice a pair of eyes watching him,for the crisply dressed rider stood out from the holders like a wher in a group of dragons.