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Message: <blockquote data-quote="hippocrachus" data-source="post: 2282041" data-attributes="member: 14148">The sound of galloping hooves could be heard for leagues across the plains; the wind in the low grass harmonizing the eerie noise of the near-death young green dragon’s ragged breathing.The mounted caviler in green and brown on the left of the choking beast signaled to his companions to move around and cut-off its retreat."Come about! Get around it before it makes the river!" the leading horseman yelled in a voice loud enough to rise above the clamor of stomping and clanging.Three fellows broke from the main column pursuing the dragon in a stream of primary colors; one of blue and yellow dropping behind to catch its flank, one of red and yellow to surpass the group and do as the leading horseman said, and one of red and blue to follow suit.With the sweaty horses and riders now blocking its escape, the green dragon halted in its tracks abruptly and turned on the lagging horsemen, who were now closing for a kill. The three remaining figures, the one of green and brown leading, were foiled in their plans as the dragon let out a blast of burning gas from its mouth. The horses, in reply, reared in protest, sending two of the men from their saddles, leaving only a champion in gray and white to face the slavering beast.Maintaining his balance and readjusting himself on his mount, the young horseman lowered his lance and charged at the now near defenseless serpent. A flawless victory."Excellent kill, Errant Idomeneus!" the knight with the green and brown tree sigil on his shield exclaimed with a clap on the still mounted young man’s side."Your praise is too much, Sir Magon," Idomeneus replied humbly."Nonsense, son of Deucalion, that was your first dragon; you should be proud," the other grounded knight quipped.Since the dragon was dead and their companions were chatting idly, the other three outlying horsemen cantered up and congratulated their mate on his kill."Hail, Dragonslayer!" the horseman of red and blue teased. The others raised their voices in similar cries."In honor of this feat, I shall compose a hymn in your honor, son of Deucalion. Let us make haste to the nearest town. I am more creative when I have a few drinks in me!" the grounded knight, Sir Rabon the Musician, said in earnest to be off his feet and in a tavern where he is most at home."Yes, let us celebrate. The head goes to you, Errant Idomeneus. Errant Saldor, Errant Maudilion, and Errant Bryndon are to make the corpse ready and follow after us to Secomber. There is no hope of us catching up to the rest of the battalion today."Sir Magon of Magondry, Sir Rabon, and Errant Idomeneus left the three errant knights to bear the dragon and headed towards the small town to the north. Upon entering, they made their way to an inn and waited for the arrival of the others, sharing mead and song alike.[sblock]Speech - GrayThoughts - Italics[/sblock]</blockquote>

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