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Post by Fury on Aug 27, 2007 15:36:08 GMT -5
"For what or who...?" Zay asked, rather confused. He thought for a moment. "Yep, there's more of us....but we're all friendly. Nobody around here will hurt you. As long as you steer clear of Ebony and Gaulroach's lands you're completely safe from harm."
The blue yawned and laid down, head on his front talons. He folded his wings and overall, looked very comfortable.
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Post by alaric on Aug 30, 2007 14:03:54 GMT -5
Alaric looked beyond the brush, and saw nothing but grassland. So where did they all live? Cave dwellings? This forest? He wasn't going to run if they did, but he wasn't exactly the happiest camper that there were entire clans of Drage living in the area he had tried to settle (though, obviously now, it was settled beforehand.)
"Så... where are they all? If there are more of you, why aren't you all... spitting fire and causing havoc? Where are the Men of this land?"
He was also eager to find out what cultures inhabited this land.. and was also hoping the creature didn't speak of enslavement.
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Post by Serrion on Aug 30, 2007 17:24:17 GMT -5
( ouch. I know your character isn't from around there (the whole midgard thing) and wouldn't know anything of there. But slavery... ouch. No one say anything like that outloud in front of Galla )
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Post by Fury on Aug 31, 2007 15:25:17 GMT -5
Zay blinked. "If you want to see the city I could bring you...But you would have to pass by Galla's standards. In other words, you can't attack anybody who's not fighting you like you tried to do to me."
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Post by alaric on Sept 4, 2007 15:43:02 GMT -5
Of course he wanted to see the city! Humans, at last! Better than being alone in the brush, but he was fine with that too. Besides, he had the Gods to keep him company. His Runes were always there, and the Valkyries kept a watchful eye... and so did he (Lonely men, hot blonde warrior women. Ooohh yeah.).
"Ja! Vi reise, nå? Is it far?" Already preparing. Alareiks shifted towards his pack while waiting for a response. WHat did he need? Seacs, Sword, Keel, Francisca (Courtesy of a Friendly Frank he assisted in fighting off scavenging Alamanni back home), Tyz Rune, his bed roll... yeah. He was pretty much ready go, in case the journey was far. Though, something in the back of his mind kept telling him all he had to do was take a few steps into the Meadows and there'd be Fortress Walls.
".. Just to be sure.. You're not going to trick me into some trap, ja? If I walk through your gates and am thrown in shackles and put to labour.. or you try to roast me.. "
His hand would tighten its grip around the Keel (Spear).
" Nøus fæsons pås þakken öntbránden csaláshøz hýchydig hün... "
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Post by Fury on Sept 4, 2007 15:49:06 GMT -5
Zay smiled. "Alrighty then." Then he laughed. "Of course I'm not trying to trick you! I'm not even SMART enough to put together a good trap...I'm too young!" he laughed again. "Alright well...follow me then."
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Post by alaric on Sept 4, 2007 15:57:52 GMT -5
Alaric followed intently, though he was still wary of his surroundings, unsure of whether or not this was really a good idea. But hey, he had his Keel. If he died with it in his hand, it was his right to enter the Great Hall and wait for the Fimbul Winter. His pack was heavy, but heavy enough that Alaric enjoyed lifting it. He built strength this way. Like a Dark Ages bench press, but with Weapons and Supplies, not a bar and weights.
" Tell me more about your kind.. What history to you claim here? "
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Post by Serrion on Sept 4, 2007 16:01:16 GMT -5
( that'd be hard. Fury didn't make the shining scale clan ) Galla headed into the city before the two came closer. Just glad to see the human hadn't resorted to violence against the dragon.
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Post by Fury on Sept 4, 2007 16:08:10 GMT -5
((0.0 THIS is why I'm glad I have Serrion to help me XD)) Zay walked along humming quietly until Alaric asked his question. "Well our history's not long....Well basicly the clan was owned by a group of dragons that had lived in the area for centuries. After Gaulroach made his tower, and the land turned bad, tons of humans migrated into their territory. The shining scales saw this with worry because they didn't want the same to happen to their land, so they made an allience with the humans so they could live in peace and fight Gaulroach together. Which is why we've got the city today."
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Post by alaric on Sept 4, 2007 16:23:52 GMT -5
The land had gone bad.. The tower of an evil seed.. and a city made by an alliance of species. This sounded all too familiar. Almost like the tale of the Halfings and the Rus' fighting the Horsemen. Alaric smiled.
"So there's a battle to be won? Are you at war, or is there merely simple-minded tension betwixt this.. 'Gawl-rowtch'.. "
Forgive him. The name is simply hard to pronounce in his normal way of speaking.
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Post by Serrion on Sept 4, 2007 16:25:20 GMT -5
( actually that is almost how it is pronounced. )
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Post by Fury on Sept 4, 2007 16:26:25 GMT -5
((Lol it's alright)) "Actually it's Gaulroach." he corrected. "And there IS a fight to be won....Loosing won't have good results."
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Post by alaric on Sept 4, 2007 16:35:50 GMT -5
" I wouldn't expect a loss to bring to positive outcomes.. but I an intrigued. This could almost be as fun as the Migration... "
And here, he was referring to the migration his people made from their forests to the Island the Romans mapped them to (Roman Britain).
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Post by Fury on Sept 4, 2007 19:30:56 GMT -5
"The Migration?" Zay asked, interested.
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Post by alaric on Sept 10, 2007 13:47:06 GMT -5
"Ja.. see, my lands were constantly under seige, through diplomatic means, bribery and war. An Nation to the south that stretched from the east, all the way to the desert sands demanded we pay tribute, surrender our gods and bow down before their one and only God. We have resisted them for centuries, though tribe after tribe has eventually fallen or died away.. or merged with another tribe."
A smirk of pride and valor marked its way across Alaric's lips as he followed the dragon through the brush. This was a good story, and good history lesson for the beast, too.
" My tribe was -- and still is -- the tribe they constantly fear and fruitlessly campaign against. Legions marching through our lands better hope they have good and peaceful reason for doing so. Crossing through our territory is not without consequence. But even so.. they pay us to fight for them. An island across the sea, not far from the coasts of the Franki (The Franks) was under their banner.. and the Natives from the North constantly pushed them back and conquered city after city. We pushed them back to their highlands, and they have not come down again.. "
And here's where Alaric got excited.
" But we liked this island.. so we decided to settle there. Thousands upon thousands, fleet after fleet of our boats and people swayed onto the coasts of the island, and we marched against the last remaining Legions in their cities. Now, we gained victory for several reasons. Ett (One): They Empire had split into two due to religious differences. The western half, which controlled this island, was being invaded tribe after tribe, and they were extremely poor due to the money being spent to raise their legions and feed them and all things necessary for war. Två (Two): Because of their failing economy and their constant battles and seiges, they could not afford to send reinforcements across the sea. Tre (Three): They fought a two front war. Between us and the natives of the North -- who dared not attack us, mind you -- they were quickly slaughtered, and our Gods reigned supreme in their land. That, my friend, was the Migration. "
Pride. Not vanity, but Pride made up the majority of Alaric's strength. Pride in his heritage and his gods, also lead him to the strong and firm trust in his religion, which had spawned great warrios such as he since the beginning of his people and those of the other tribes like his.
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