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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Daniel Knight" data-source="post: 249809" data-attributes="member: 1113">...Story Hour ContinuedThunder ripped through the broiling pitch sky as a young girl, no more then thirteen, watched the intense battle with sadness in her eyes.  The dragon had just destroyed what was left of the wizards and was now systematically destroying the remains and his men.  She stood barefoot atop a rocky hill and looked down onto the tower’s wreckage, her simple white robe and daisy studded blonde hair blowing in the gentle ash kissed wind.  She was certainly an odd fixture in the landscape as her metallic ice blue eyes shifted from the remains of the tower to the other fiery battles raging across the countryside.  The dragons could not be allowed to win this battle.  Too much destruction had all ready passed.“It is time.” She said simply.  The handful of other robed individuals surrounding her looked to her, sorrow creasing deep lines on their wise and weathered faces.  From their simple garb to the herbs and pouches hanging from their belts, they stood toe to nose as druids from Tübel.Thunder grumbled across the land as lightning stabbed jaggedly from cloud to cloud.  And demonic shadows were cast around the massive dragon in the centre of it all.*  *  *  *  *Gulthias looked up at the clouds to the west and snarled.  So the druids had arrived he thought to himself, and they had probably bought the girl with them.  The wizard moved towards the sergeant currently in charge of the battling dragons over Krailem Castle.“Sergeant, I see that you have everything in order here.  I must see to our master.”The sergeant nodded.  “Please let me know,” Gulthias continued, “If we manage to breach those walls.  Once they get across, I am sure it will not to hard to erect some ladders.”The castle was situated in the middle of a large lake known as Loc Grai, which had been built with large stone bridges radiating inwards towards the various entrances.  The bridges had long since been demolished by the people of Krailem, and now the goblinoid armies were having to get to the walls by boat.  The inky black water reflected fires coating the arrows shooting down from the castle walls.  It was an impossibly hard task to breach the walls and many of the dragons had already died in the flights over, shot down with catapults and magic.As if to illustrate this, a large green dragon roared in pain as a boulder flew into the beasts wing and snapped it in flight.  The creature quickly careened out of control and smashed into one of the walls sending the massive stones, dust, and more then a few defending soldiers into Loc Grai.“Well done sergeant, it appears we don’t have to use the ladders after all.”  All ready the goblin boats were heading towards the breach.  “I will be with the master if you need me.”  Gulthias turned around and walked into the dark, and if the sergeant had of been watching, slowly faded out of sight.The wizard reappeared again moments later.  He was at the West Tower now and the stench of burning flesh overwhelmed him.  In the centre of the massacre stood the clawed remains of the flaming tower.  Ashardalon stood in the middle coated in blood and roaring to the sky in challenge as lightning continued to split the sky.  The colossal dragon dominated the scene as he continued to thrash about, clawing and biting at the three remaining individuals.  Liam avoided another claw, only to have the giant tail thunder into his side sending him hurtling painfully into the destroyed masonry.  Fire licked the cracked stone walls from all sides, giving the battleground a more than hellish experience.Rising his legendry sword Dragonhammer, the king once again charged.  A white glow trailed from the blade as it swung towards the beasts neck.  Time seemed to slow as Liam’s battle cry rang through night, tears flowing freely as his daughters empty carcass lay less then a few yards away, crushed under tons of rock.  The king twisted his wrist, holding the sword with both hands now as he put his entire weight behind the charge.  The dragon however, was quicker.Gulthias smiled to himself as he casually walked into the ruins.  He watched as Ashardalon shook the king in his mouth like a rag doll, the accompanying little toy sword Dragonhammer now lost in the rubble of the dragon’s playpen.  Fractionally opening his mouth the dragon lowered his head to the height of the last two knights, holding the king speared on the bottom row of teeth through his chest, stomach, and legs.  Liam looked at his men with glazed eyes, blood pumping from a cut in his neck as he tried to raise his head to speak.  The man was still alive.  The two men in chorus raised their swords and charged in at the dragons face, hatred slashed across their faces and anger pumping through their veins.And then the dragon breathed.To Be Continued...</blockquote>

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