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| Topic Started: May 10 2007, 03:42 PM (164 Views) | |
| Thovard | May 10 2007, 03:42 PM Post #1 |
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AN: A portion of the following encounter has been borrowed (stolen) from Fearless Griggs. Thovard was walking through the Dead Magic Zone when two dragons attacked him! Oh no! At first he was scared because he had no weapons, but these were clearly the smarter older dragons of legend because it turned out they had just woken up from a very long nap and were cranky. So they did the only reasonable thing and challenged the barbarian to a contest of strength. It was storming very hard but Thovard and the first dragon (now in human form but just as strong [maybe stronger!!!]) set up on a little rock formation to arm wrestle. It was very hard but Thovard called upon all his might and rage to win. Grumbling, the first dragon got up and let the second dragon who was much stronger have a chance to win. Thovard now gritted his teeth and dug in, his shoulder nearly popping in the process, but eventually he remember how this one kid used to always steal his goat milk and he got super pissed and won, but this dragon was a sorer loser and suddenly transformed into a hulking red dragon and ate Thovard in one gulp. The first dragon was surprised by this but mostly just jealous because he was still hungry and Thovard was very big. And then something incredible happened. The night sky seemed to come alive, and the thunder took on an unearthly pitch as it wailed rather than rumbled, growing in intensity until the air was literally humming with the sound of twin guitars. With the next flash of lightning, silhouetted against the sky were two enormous figures rocking out; one a hulking man on a double neck bass, the other lithe with narrow shades and a low brimmed hat and what seemed like ten fingers blurring across his lead. The dragons had only a few moments to stare in wonderment at the complete essence of badass rock’n’roll before the red monster that had eaten Thovard grew a little pale. The first dragon looked over to see something that was, in retrospect, so worth it. The first dragon looked over to see Thovard perform a leaping kick, breaking the front teeth of the red dragon and shooting out of its mouth wielding two lesser dragons as clubs. The dragon’s eyes were in no shape to see something so…so…glorious. They did the only sensible thing. They exploded. Writhing in pain, the red dragon brought the mountain down on top of the three of them, but Thovard flipped out and knocked away all the rocks falling on him and escaped but his two dragons died. He left them there because they were dead. He left and he is now a bandit somewhere. |
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