Dragon Warrior Posted December 29, 2006 Share Posted December 29, 2006 [center][img]http://img154.imageshack.us/img154/4087/epicrpguu6.jpg[/img] [img]http://img404.imageshack.us/img404/999/destinedyo1.jpg[/img][/center] [size=2]"Okay, Calvin, are you ready?" "Honestly, Flynn, I don't think it's going to work." "What makes you say that?" "Who would want to buy a chorse?" "Everyone. It's a horse and a chicken bred together!" "Sounds looney." "C'mon. It's a horse that lays eggs. And maybe it'll be able to fly!" "Chickens don't fly in the first place." "But a chorse might!" Calvin shook his head and walked away. Flynn stared puzzled at the chicken, who just clucked around the horse's legs, showing absolutely no interest in mating with the different species. "Wait up, Calvin!" Flynn ran to Calvin's side, who was now making his way through the village, squinting into the sun. "I think it's our turn to get water by the stream for the animal troughs." "What?" Flynn whimpered. "I thought we have to do that Thursday." Calvin stopped walking. "It is Thursday." "Really?" Flynn looked surprised. Calvin began walking again. "Already?" "You've slept a lot of the past few days," Calvin mumbled, making his way towards the town stables. "Yeah, but that sacred hike we had to go on the other day wore me out." "Flynn, putting on your clothes wears you out. Now give me a hand and take some of these buckets." Flynn walked over and began picking up pails when a tall, bearded man appeared behind them. He looked stern and upset. "Mr. Calvin and Mr. Flynn," he muttered. The two jumped around startled. "Elder," they said in unison. "Getting water, I see," the Elder spoke, peering down at the empty buckets in each of the two's hands. "Little late, isn't it? It's midafternoon and that should've been done before midmorning." "Sorry, Elder," Calvin said. "It won't happen again." "We had an emergency," Flynn added. "Emergency?" the Elder said, his attention turning to Flynn. "What, not enough rolls for your breakfast this morning?" Flynn gukped and lowered his head. "You boys are to do this duty again tomorrow instead of those scheduled." Flynn and Calvin made motions to speak, but the Elder interrupted. "And if it's not done before even the time I wake up, you'll be doing this duty every day for a year!" He snorted, then walked away to do other town duties. Flynn whimpered and Calvin stomped away, tossing his buckets to the ground. "Damn your stomach, Flynn!" "I'm sorry," Flynn pleaded. "I have a problem." "In your head," Calvin snapped. He then bent down and picked up the buckets. "C'mon. We have to go get that water before the Elder slaps us with more work." They then made their way towards the river near the village.[/size] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options... 2 weeks later... liamc2 Posted January 11, 2007 Share Posted January 11, 2007 [FONT=Trebuchet MS][size="1"] Eric Ironfoundersson stamped through the undergrowth as only a dwarf of his stature could, face first with both burly arms swiping away the brambles, as one would fan away smoke or fog. He?d been travelling for a few weeks now, and was well and truly sure that he was far enough away from the big mine to not need to worry about any random relatives popping up out of the ground?again. Using his keen dwarven sense of direction, Eric managed to lose himself above ground?again. He dug a hole into the soil deep enough for him to put his entire head in, beard and all. He carefully listened and grinned toothily in the dark. There was a river probably twenty minutes walk away, and the faint sounds of a town slightly further away. ?Maybe they?ll have need for a smith there,? he said to the soil. An earthworm in front of his left eye gave a slight non-committal shrug, and went back to wriggling through the dirt. With the barest hints of a ?pop,? Eric pulled himself out and landed heavily on his rump. He picked up his heavy leather satchel and tool bag before marching through the undergrowth. ??look, all I?m saying is that we need to have a cart that runs on water.? ?You mean a boat?? ?No, you don?t get it!? Eric chuckled to himself and stepped out from the bushes as the puzzled son of Adam was about to be corrected by the other son of Adam with the interest in shipping. Both humans paused to look at him, causing Eric to pause and realise that these two may never have seen a dwarf before. The man with water on the brain clutched the other in shock and called out, ?Calvin! Who stole his legs!?? Eric groaned and put his gear down. Calvin batted the other away and said, ?no, he?s a dwarf, Flynn. See? Short with a beard and axe. Er. [I]Axes[/I]. If it?s short, has a beard and an axe, that?s a dwarf.? Eric decided to interrupt at this point. ?Aye! I?m a dwarf, one of the proud sons of Stonebeard the wise, beneficent creator of the wise ones.? This seemed to sow even more seeds of confusion. Flynn muttered in sotto voice, ?Ben who? What?s he talking about?? Louder, Flynn called out, ?sorry, could you speak up a little?? Eric decided to do one better. He picked up his gear and threw it over the babbling stream for it to land heavily at the two men?s feet. Unperturbed, he walked through the stream. His braided beard floated up for a few seconds and then disappeared entirely as he reached the middle. Seconds later he walked out the other side, wet, but as though nothing unusual had happened. He wrung out his beard. ?I was saying to ye that, aye, I am a dwarf. I came here ye ken to see if ye needed a blacksmith.? Eric said, looking up expectantly. ?Who?s Ken? What?? Flynn said, perplexed. ?I?m Flynn, he?s Calvin. No Kens here.? He pointed to himself and Calvin as though to emphasise his point. Calvin dropped down to a half crouch and inspected Eric. ?You?re a lot shorter than I thought for a dwarf.? Eric raised an eyebrow. ?Aye?I?m average height for my clan. Four foot one in your measurements.? ?So out of all the races, second to the ants, you?d be the last to know when it rains?? ?This is going to be a long day, isn?t it?? ?Longer than you, that?s for sure.? [/size] [/FONT] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options... Create an account or sign in to comment You need to be a member in order to leave a comment Create an account Sign up for a new account in our community. It's easy! Register a new account Sign in Already have an account? Sign in here. Sign In Now Share More sharing options... Followers 0
liamc2 Posted January 11, 2007 Share Posted January 11, 2007 [FONT=Trebuchet MS][size="1"] Eric Ironfoundersson stamped through the undergrowth as only a dwarf of his stature could, face first with both burly arms swiping away the brambles, as one would fan away smoke or fog. He?d been travelling for a few weeks now, and was well and truly sure that he was far enough away from the big mine to not need to worry about any random relatives popping up out of the ground?again. Using his keen dwarven sense of direction, Eric managed to lose himself above ground?again. He dug a hole into the soil deep enough for him to put his entire head in, beard and all. He carefully listened and grinned toothily in the dark. There was a river probably twenty minutes walk away, and the faint sounds of a town slightly further away. ?Maybe they?ll have need for a smith there,? he said to the soil. An earthworm in front of his left eye gave a slight non-committal shrug, and went back to wriggling through the dirt. With the barest hints of a ?pop,? Eric pulled himself out and landed heavily on his rump. He picked up his heavy leather satchel and tool bag before marching through the undergrowth. ??look, all I?m saying is that we need to have a cart that runs on water.? ?You mean a boat?? ?No, you don?t get it!? Eric chuckled to himself and stepped out from the bushes as the puzzled son of Adam was about to be corrected by the other son of Adam with the interest in shipping. Both humans paused to look at him, causing Eric to pause and realise that these two may never have seen a dwarf before. The man with water on the brain clutched the other in shock and called out, ?Calvin! Who stole his legs!?? Eric groaned and put his gear down. Calvin batted the other away and said, ?no, he?s a dwarf, Flynn. See? Short with a beard and axe. Er. [I]Axes[/I]. If it?s short, has a beard and an axe, that?s a dwarf.? Eric decided to interrupt at this point. ?Aye! I?m a dwarf, one of the proud sons of Stonebeard the wise, beneficent creator of the wise ones.? This seemed to sow even more seeds of confusion. Flynn muttered in sotto voice, ?Ben who? What?s he talking about?? Louder, Flynn called out, ?sorry, could you speak up a little?? Eric decided to do one better. He picked up his gear and threw it over the babbling stream for it to land heavily at the two men?s feet. Unperturbed, he walked through the stream. His braided beard floated up for a few seconds and then disappeared entirely as he reached the middle. Seconds later he walked out the other side, wet, but as though nothing unusual had happened. He wrung out his beard. ?I was saying to ye that, aye, I am a dwarf. I came here ye ken to see if ye needed a blacksmith.? Eric said, looking up expectantly. ?Who?s Ken? What?? Flynn said, perplexed. ?I?m Flynn, he?s Calvin. No Kens here.? He pointed to himself and Calvin as though to emphasise his point. Calvin dropped down to a half crouch and inspected Eric. ?You?re a lot shorter than I thought for a dwarf.? Eric raised an eyebrow. ?Aye?I?m average height for my clan. Four foot one in your measurements.? ?So out of all the races, second to the ants, you?d be the last to know when it rains?? ?This is going to be a long day, isn?t it?? ?Longer than you, that?s for sure.? [/size] [/FONT] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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