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<blockquote data-quote="Nonlethal Force" data-source="post: 3086429" data-attributes="member: 35788"><p>Nightfall came quick enough. Semeion had spent the afternoon studying his spell book and smiling often. He clearly had something interesting planned. He cracked his knuckles often as he contemplated the best approach to the dilemma. </p><p></p><p>Ischarus, Rhema, and even Charis spent the day scouting the nearby area. Charis showed Rhema the area of her dragon father’s cave and discussed the various methods of entry. When it was discovered that only an aerial entrance seemed to be possible, the light gray figure volunteered to scout out the area for the three figures. Charis also knew that Druff would know more than she would. Druff had been one of the father dragon’s most loyal supporters and met with the father dragon often. He would know more than anyone about how to get to the dragon.</p><p></p><p>The foursome crept near the village as the sun descended into the sky. The entire population of the village gathered around the flat stone altar. The geography of the gathering meant that ironically the people had to gather around Druff as he sat in his cage. As the sun touched the peak of the mountain in which the father dragon lived, the entire assembly of people bowed to the ground and touched their faces to the ground. Charis mimicked their behavior from among the underbrush and none of her friends tried to stop her. Ischarus and Semeion even looked on with deep interest in the ritual. They knew that rituals like this one only reinforce the hold of magic in the world. Only Rhema looked on with impatience. Rhema seemed rather disinterested in the euphoria that seemed to gather among the people as they waited for the sun to pass behind the peak. Instead, her eyes examined the mountain. She was still looking for some crevasse or path that they had missed from the other angles from which they had looked.</p><p></p><p>It only took the sun a matter of minutes to descend beneath the peak of the mountain. The sky was still bright with light, although in the direction of the mountain peak the horizon began to take on the reddish purple that always appeared before sunset. As Charis bowed with her head to the ground and Semeion and Ischarus looked over the villagers’ traditional ceremony used to close the day, Rhema saw movement at the lip of the dragon’s main entrance. A long neck appeared and shortly afterward a dragon form stood alone in plain sight. </p><p></p><p>Grixanthrosilithiss stood stoically upon his mountainous perch. Even from this distance the wyrm cast fear into Rhema’s heart, but she found that she was unable to force her glance away. Grixanthrosilithiss looked so regal, yet dangerous.</p><p></p><p>From above, the red wyrm looked down upon his village. All seemed typical from his position up above the village. The villagers bowed low to the ground as the sky turned red. Soon they would look up and see him as if the red in the sky was honoring him alone. In his own vanity Grixanthrosilithiss counted the villagers. With them bowed low to the ground and unmoving he was able to count them quite easily. He smiled as he counted that they were all present. He smiled even more as his glance passed over the small steel cage. Grixanthrosilithiss spoke softly to the mountain beside him, <span style="color: Red">“Druff will be passing from the unbearable heat of the day to the chill of night shortly. I hope he enjoys the pain that his actions have brought upon him. One of these days I’ll get around to forgiving him. It is a good thing dragons have such long lives. Perhaps in a century or two it’ll make my priority list.”</span> Grixanthrosilithiss chuckled at his own comment.</p><p></p><p>Grixanthrosilithiss didn’t see the four onlookers as they stood in the undergrowth at the forest edge, but Rhema did see him. She wasn’t able to avert her gaze as the villagers rose from the ground in unison. They had completed their evening meditation. They rose to their knees and looked up to the perch high up on the face of the mountain. They bowed their heads upon seeing Grixanthrosilithiss.</p><p></p><p>Xando new it was time to play the role of community leader. <span style="color: Lime">“Hail to our dragon father who provides for our every need.”</span> His tone was flat and hollow.</p><p></p><p>The people responded in unison. <span style="color: Lime">“In his wisdom he has formed us, we live to serve him.”</span> The response of the people matched the flatness and hollowness of Xando. It was spoken as if their life depended upon it not because any who spoke the words truly believed it. Even as Charis spoke the words, she spoke them flatly as one reciting a rote line and not one that contained any meaning.</p><p></p><p>Grixanthrosilithiss growled as his head sunk low. He could not hear the responses of the villagers. <span style="color: Red">“Their faith has begun to fail them. Perhaps their bondage needs to be drawn more tightly once again. Perhaps tomorrow I will take their children from them until they work and worship with meaning.</span></p><p></p><p>There was suddenly another presence beside the dragon. <span style="color: Red">“Indeed, dragon father. But what need have we for them? Together we have created a new line, a most pure line.”</span></p><p></p><p>A tall woman stepped forward and joined Grixanthrosilithiss on the lip of the mountainous perch. She had long legs and hair that descended down her back to her waist. As the sunset faded and the reddish purple pigment increased the red highlights of the woman’s hair, it glinted strongly as if it were on fire. She stood on the ledge and her hands caressed her abdomen. She was only a few months pregnant but already she could feel the strength of what was growing inside of her.</p><p></p><p>Grixanthrosilithiss continued to chuckle as his replacement Provenience had spoken. <span style="color: Red">“Indeed. And when your people have finished making weapons and armor for my army led by our children, I will enjoy killing them all. I desire to grow fat off of their useless bodies.”</span></p><p></p><p>The woman looked down to the village below and remembered when she had been one of them. For anyone who was able to observe them, it would be clear that she was drunk off of his power. A scowl appeared on her face as she looked down on the villagers. <span style="color: Red">“I cannot believe that my own family would turn against you, my dragon father. For turning their backs on you they don’t deserve to bask in your glory. Without your protection, even the lowly goblin tribes would swarm over them.”</span></p><p></p><p>Grixanthrosilithiss laughed audibly as his Provenience spoke. <span style="color: Red">“Perhaps you are right. Maybe I will let the goblin tribe invade and dine on their bodies. Then I will get fat off of the goblin flesh. I could expand my territory and feast at the same time. I like how you think. I am glad I chose you to bear my future elite warriors.”</span></p><p></p><p>The woman leaned over the edge and looked down, realizing that her parents were no doubt among those now kneeling. In an act of defiance and disappointment she spat over the edge. Rather than watch any longer, the Provenience turned on her heels and walked back into the dragon’s lair.</p><p></p><p>Grixanthrosilithiss also looked down to the villagers. He had made him them kneel long enough. He turned around and strutted back into his lair. Once he disappeared from sight the villagers rose from their weary knees. Charis rose with them from among the undergrowth of the forest.</p><p></p><p>[Sblock=Color-Free Speech Section]</p><p>Nightfall came quick enough. Semeion had spent the afternoon studying his spell book and smiling often. He clearly had something interesting planned. He cracked his knuckles often as he contemplated the best approach to the dilemma. </p><p></p><p>Ischarus, Rhema, and even Charis spent the day scouting the nearby area. Charis showed Rhema the area of her dragon father’s cave and discussed the various methods of entry. When it was discovered that only an aerial entrance seemed to be possible, the light gray figure volunteered to scout out the area for the three figures. Charis also knew that Druff would know more than she would. Druff had been one of the father dragon’s most loyal supporters and met with the father dragon often. He would know more than anyone about how to get to the dragon.</p><p></p><p>The foursome crept near the village as the sun descended into the sky. The entire population of the village gathered around the flat stone altar. The geography of the gathering meant that ironically the people had to gather around Druff as he sat in his cage. As the sun touched the peak of the mountain in which the father dragon lived, the entire assembly of people bowed to the ground and touched their faces to the ground. Charis mimicked their behavior from among the underbrush and none of her friends tried to stop her. Ischarus and Semeion even looked on with deep interest in the ritual. They knew that rituals like this one only reinforce the hold of magic in the world. Only Rhema looked on with impatience. Rhema seemed rather disinterested in the euphoria that seemed to gather among the people as they waited for the sun to pass behind the peak. Instead, her eyes examined the mountain. She was still looking for some crevasse or path that they had missed from the other angles from which they had looked.</p><p></p><p>It only took the sun a matter of minutes to descend beneath the peak of the mountain. The sky was still bright with light, although in the direction of the mountain peak the horizon began to take on the reddish purple that always appeared before sunset. As Charis bowed with her head to the ground and Semeion and Ischarus looked over the villagers’ traditional ceremony used to close the day, Rhema saw movement at the lip of the dragon’s main entrance. A long neck appeared and shortly afterward a dragon form stood alone in plain sight. </p><p></p><p>Grixanthrosilithiss stood stoically upon his mountainous perch. Even from this distance the wyrm cast fear into Rhema’s heart, but she found that she was unable to force her glance away. Grixanthrosilithiss looked so regal, yet dangerous.</p><p></p><p>From above, the red wyrm looked down upon his village. All seemed typical from his position up above the village. The villagers bowed low to the ground as the sky turned red. Soon they would look up and see him as if the red in the sky was honoring him alone. In his own vanity Grixanthrosilithiss counted the villagers. With them bowed low to the ground and unmoving he was able to count them quite easily. He smiled as he counted that they were all present. He smiled even more as his glance passed over the small steel cage. Grixanthrosilithiss spoke softly to the mountain beside him, “Druff will be passing from the unbearable heat of the day to the chill of night shortly. I hope he enjoys the pain that his actions have brought upon him. One of these days I’ll get around to forgiving him. It is a good thing dragons have such long lives. Perhaps in a century or two it’ll make my priority list.” Grixanthrosilithiss chuckled at his own comment.</p><p></p><p>Grixanthrosilithiss didn’t see the four onlookers as they stood in the undergrowth at the forest edge, but Rhema did see him. She wasn’t able to avert her gaze as the villagers rose from the ground in unison. They had completed their evening meditation. They rose to their knees and looked up to the perch high up on the face of the mountain. They bowed their heads upon seeing Grixanthrosilithiss.</p><p></p><p>Xando new it was time to play the role of community leader. “Hail to our dragon father who provides for our every need.” His tone was flat and hollow.</p><p></p><p>The people responded in unison. “In his wisdom he has formed us, we live to serve him.” The response of the people matched the flatness and hollowness of Xando. It was spoken as if their life depended upon it not because any who spoke the words truly believed it. Even as Charis spoke the words, she spoke them flatly as one reciting a rote line and not one that contained any meaning.</p><p></p><p>Grixanthrosilithiss growled as his head sunk low. He could not hear the responses of the villagers. “Their faith has begun to fail them. Perhaps their bondage needs to be drawn more tightly once again. Perhaps tomorrow I will take their children from them until they work and worship with meaning.</p><p></p><p>There was suddenly another presence beside the dragon. “Indeed, dragon father. But what need have we for them? Together we have created a new line, a most pure line.”</p><p></p><p>A tall woman stepped forward and joined Grixanthrosilithiss on the lip of the mountainous perch. She had long legs and hair that descended down her back to her waist. As the sunset faded and the reddish purple pigment increased the red highlights of the woman’s hair, it glinted strongly as if it were on fire. She stood on the ledge and her hands caressed her abdomen. She was only a few months pregnant but already she could feel the strength of what was growing inside of her.</p><p></p><p>Grixanthrosilithiss continued to chuckle as his replacement Provenience had spoken. “Indeed. And when your people have finished making weapons and armor for my army led by our children, I will enjoy killing them all. I desire to grow fat off of their useless bodies.”</p><p></p><p>The woman looked down to the village below and remembered when she had been one of them. For anyone who was able to observe them, it would be clear that she was drunk off of his power. A scowl appeared on her face as she looked down on the villagers. “I cannot believe that my own family would turn against you, my dragon father. For turning their backs on you they don’t deserve to bask in your glory. Without your protection, even the lowly goblin tribes would swarm over them.”</p><p></p><p>Grixanthrosilithiss laughed audibly as his Provenience spoke. “Perhaps you are right. Maybe I will let the goblin tribe invade and dine on their bodies. Then I will get fat off of the goblin flesh. I could expand my territory and feast at the same time. I like how you think. I am glad I chose you to bear my future elite warriors.”</p><p></p><p>The woman leaned over the edge and looked down, realizing that her parents were no doubt among those now kneeling. In an act of defiance and disappointment she spat over the edge. Rather than watch any longer, the Provenience turned on her heels and walked back into the dragon’s lair.</p><p></p><p>Grixanthrosilithiss also looked down to the villagers. He had made him them kneel long enough. He turned around and strutted back into his lair. Once he disappeared from sight the villagers rose from their weary knees. Charis rose with them from among the undergrowth of the forest.</p><p>[/Sblock]</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Nonlethal Force, post: 3086429, member: 35788"] Nightfall came quick enough. Semeion had spent the afternoon studying his spell book and smiling often. He clearly had something interesting planned. He cracked his knuckles often as he contemplated the best approach to the dilemma. Ischarus, Rhema, and even Charis spent the day scouting the nearby area. Charis showed Rhema the area of her dragon father’s cave and discussed the various methods of entry. When it was discovered that only an aerial entrance seemed to be possible, the light gray figure volunteered to scout out the area for the three figures. Charis also knew that Druff would know more than she would. Druff had been one of the father dragon’s most loyal supporters and met with the father dragon often. He would know more than anyone about how to get to the dragon. The foursome crept near the village as the sun descended into the sky. The entire population of the village gathered around the flat stone altar. The geography of the gathering meant that ironically the people had to gather around Druff as he sat in his cage. As the sun touched the peak of the mountain in which the father dragon lived, the entire assembly of people bowed to the ground and touched their faces to the ground. Charis mimicked their behavior from among the underbrush and none of her friends tried to stop her. Ischarus and Semeion even looked on with deep interest in the ritual. They knew that rituals like this one only reinforce the hold of magic in the world. Only Rhema looked on with impatience. Rhema seemed rather disinterested in the euphoria that seemed to gather among the people as they waited for the sun to pass behind the peak. Instead, her eyes examined the mountain. She was still looking for some crevasse or path that they had missed from the other angles from which they had looked. It only took the sun a matter of minutes to descend beneath the peak of the mountain. The sky was still bright with light, although in the direction of the mountain peak the horizon began to take on the reddish purple that always appeared before sunset. As Charis bowed with her head to the ground and Semeion and Ischarus looked over the villagers’ traditional ceremony used to close the day, Rhema saw movement at the lip of the dragon’s main entrance. A long neck appeared and shortly afterward a dragon form stood alone in plain sight. Grixanthrosilithiss stood stoically upon his mountainous perch. Even from this distance the wyrm cast fear into Rhema’s heart, but she found that she was unable to force her glance away. Grixanthrosilithiss looked so regal, yet dangerous. From above, the red wyrm looked down upon his village. All seemed typical from his position up above the village. The villagers bowed low to the ground as the sky turned red. Soon they would look up and see him as if the red in the sky was honoring him alone. In his own vanity Grixanthrosilithiss counted the villagers. With them bowed low to the ground and unmoving he was able to count them quite easily. He smiled as he counted that they were all present. He smiled even more as his glance passed over the small steel cage. Grixanthrosilithiss spoke softly to the mountain beside him, [Color=Red]“Druff will be passing from the unbearable heat of the day to the chill of night shortly. I hope he enjoys the pain that his actions have brought upon him. One of these days I’ll get around to forgiving him. It is a good thing dragons have such long lives. Perhaps in a century or two it’ll make my priority list.”[/Color] Grixanthrosilithiss chuckled at his own comment. Grixanthrosilithiss didn’t see the four onlookers as they stood in the undergrowth at the forest edge, but Rhema did see him. She wasn’t able to avert her gaze as the villagers rose from the ground in unison. They had completed their evening meditation. They rose to their knees and looked up to the perch high up on the face of the mountain. They bowed their heads upon seeing Grixanthrosilithiss. Xando new it was time to play the role of community leader. [Color=Lime]“Hail to our dragon father who provides for our every need.”[/Color] His tone was flat and hollow. The people responded in unison. [Color=Lime]“In his wisdom he has formed us, we live to serve him.”[/Color] The response of the people matched the flatness and hollowness of Xando. It was spoken as if their life depended upon it not because any who spoke the words truly believed it. Even as Charis spoke the words, she spoke them flatly as one reciting a rote line and not one that contained any meaning. Grixanthrosilithiss growled as his head sunk low. He could not hear the responses of the villagers. [Color=Red]“Their faith has begun to fail them. Perhaps their bondage needs to be drawn more tightly once again. Perhaps tomorrow I will take their children from them until they work and worship with meaning.[/Color] There was suddenly another presence beside the dragon. [Color=Red]“Indeed, dragon father. But what need have we for them? Together we have created a new line, a most pure line.”[/Color] A tall woman stepped forward and joined Grixanthrosilithiss on the lip of the mountainous perch. She had long legs and hair that descended down her back to her waist. As the sunset faded and the reddish purple pigment increased the red highlights of the woman’s hair, it glinted strongly as if it were on fire. She stood on the ledge and her hands caressed her abdomen. She was only a few months pregnant but already she could feel the strength of what was growing inside of her. Grixanthrosilithiss continued to chuckle as his replacement Provenience had spoken. [Color=Red]“Indeed. And when your people have finished making weapons and armor for my army led by our children, I will enjoy killing them all. I desire to grow fat off of their useless bodies.”[/Color] The woman looked down to the village below and remembered when she had been one of them. For anyone who was able to observe them, it would be clear that she was drunk off of his power. A scowl appeared on her face as she looked down on the villagers. [Color=Red]“I cannot believe that my own family would turn against you, my dragon father. For turning their backs on you they don’t deserve to bask in your glory. Without your protection, even the lowly goblin tribes would swarm over them.”[/Color] Grixanthrosilithiss laughed audibly as his Provenience spoke. [Color=Red]“Perhaps you are right. Maybe I will let the goblin tribe invade and dine on their bodies. Then I will get fat off of the goblin flesh. I could expand my territory and feast at the same time. I like how you think. I am glad I chose you to bear my future elite warriors.”[/Color] The woman leaned over the edge and looked down, realizing that her parents were no doubt among those now kneeling. In an act of defiance and disappointment she spat over the edge. Rather than watch any longer, the Provenience turned on her heels and walked back into the dragon’s lair. Grixanthrosilithiss also looked down to the villagers. He had made him them kneel long enough. He turned around and strutted back into his lair. Once he disappeared from sight the villagers rose from their weary knees. Charis rose with them from among the undergrowth of the forest. [Sblock=Color-Free Speech Section] Nightfall came quick enough. Semeion had spent the afternoon studying his spell book and smiling often. He clearly had something interesting planned. He cracked his knuckles often as he contemplated the best approach to the dilemma. Ischarus, Rhema, and even Charis spent the day scouting the nearby area. Charis showed Rhema the area of her dragon father’s cave and discussed the various methods of entry. When it was discovered that only an aerial entrance seemed to be possible, the light gray figure volunteered to scout out the area for the three figures. Charis also knew that Druff would know more than she would. Druff had been one of the father dragon’s most loyal supporters and met with the father dragon often. He would know more than anyone about how to get to the dragon. The foursome crept near the village as the sun descended into the sky. The entire population of the village gathered around the flat stone altar. The geography of the gathering meant that ironically the people had to gather around Druff as he sat in his cage. As the sun touched the peak of the mountain in which the father dragon lived, the entire assembly of people bowed to the ground and touched their faces to the ground. Charis mimicked their behavior from among the underbrush and none of her friends tried to stop her. Ischarus and Semeion even looked on with deep interest in the ritual. They knew that rituals like this one only reinforce the hold of magic in the world. Only Rhema looked on with impatience. Rhema seemed rather disinterested in the euphoria that seemed to gather among the people as they waited for the sun to pass behind the peak. Instead, her eyes examined the mountain. She was still looking for some crevasse or path that they had missed from the other angles from which they had looked. It only took the sun a matter of minutes to descend beneath the peak of the mountain. The sky was still bright with light, although in the direction of the mountain peak the horizon began to take on the reddish purple that always appeared before sunset. As Charis bowed with her head to the ground and Semeion and Ischarus looked over the villagers’ traditional ceremony used to close the day, Rhema saw movement at the lip of the dragon’s main entrance. A long neck appeared and shortly afterward a dragon form stood alone in plain sight. Grixanthrosilithiss stood stoically upon his mountainous perch. Even from this distance the wyrm cast fear into Rhema’s heart, but she found that she was unable to force her glance away. Grixanthrosilithiss looked so regal, yet dangerous. From above, the red wyrm looked down upon his village. All seemed typical from his position up above the village. The villagers bowed low to the ground as the sky turned red. Soon they would look up and see him as if the red in the sky was honoring him alone. In his own vanity Grixanthrosilithiss counted the villagers. With them bowed low to the ground and unmoving he was able to count them quite easily. He smiled as he counted that they were all present. He smiled even more as his glance passed over the small steel cage. Grixanthrosilithiss spoke softly to the mountain beside him, “Druff will be passing from the unbearable heat of the day to the chill of night shortly. I hope he enjoys the pain that his actions have brought upon him. One of these days I’ll get around to forgiving him. It is a good thing dragons have such long lives. Perhaps in a century or two it’ll make my priority list.” Grixanthrosilithiss chuckled at his own comment. Grixanthrosilithiss didn’t see the four onlookers as they stood in the undergrowth at the forest edge, but Rhema did see him. She wasn’t able to avert her gaze as the villagers rose from the ground in unison. They had completed their evening meditation. They rose to their knees and looked up to the perch high up on the face of the mountain. They bowed their heads upon seeing Grixanthrosilithiss. Xando new it was time to play the role of community leader. “Hail to our dragon father who provides for our every need.” His tone was flat and hollow. The people responded in unison. “In his wisdom he has formed us, we live to serve him.” The response of the people matched the flatness and hollowness of Xando. It was spoken as if their life depended upon it not because any who spoke the words truly believed it. Even as Charis spoke the words, she spoke them flatly as one reciting a rote line and not one that contained any meaning. Grixanthrosilithiss growled as his head sunk low. He could not hear the responses of the villagers. “Their faith has begun to fail them. Perhaps their bondage needs to be drawn more tightly once again. Perhaps tomorrow I will take their children from them until they work and worship with meaning. There was suddenly another presence beside the dragon. “Indeed, dragon father. But what need have we for them? Together we have created a new line, a most pure line.” A tall woman stepped forward and joined Grixanthrosilithiss on the lip of the mountainous perch. She had long legs and hair that descended down her back to her waist. As the sunset faded and the reddish purple pigment increased the red highlights of the woman’s hair, it glinted strongly as if it were on fire. She stood on the ledge and her hands caressed her abdomen. She was only a few months pregnant but already she could feel the strength of what was growing inside of her. Grixanthrosilithiss continued to chuckle as his replacement Provenience had spoken. “Indeed. And when your people have finished making weapons and armor for my army led by our children, I will enjoy killing them all. I desire to grow fat off of their useless bodies.” The woman looked down to the village below and remembered when she had been one of them. For anyone who was able to observe them, it would be clear that she was drunk off of his power. A scowl appeared on her face as she looked down on the villagers. “I cannot believe that my own family would turn against you, my dragon father. For turning their backs on you they don’t deserve to bask in your glory. Without your protection, even the lowly goblin tribes would swarm over them.” Grixanthrosilithiss laughed audibly as his Provenience spoke. “Perhaps you are right. Maybe I will let the goblin tribe invade and dine on their bodies. Then I will get fat off of the goblin flesh. I could expand my territory and feast at the same time. I like how you think. I am glad I chose you to bear my future elite warriors.” The woman leaned over the edge and looked down, realizing that her parents were no doubt among those now kneeling. In an act of defiance and disappointment she spat over the edge. Rather than watch any longer, the Provenience turned on her heels and walked back into the dragon’s lair. Grixanthrosilithiss also looked down to the villagers. He had made him them kneel long enough. He turned around and strutted back into his lair. Once he disappeared from sight the villagers rose from their weary knees. Charis rose with them from among the undergrowth of the forest. [/Sblock] [/QUOTE]
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