Post by Bloodwing on Oct 24, 2008 16:31:21 GMT -5
(ooc: this RP is open to any one who feels like killing off their character or escaping death.)
The jagged peaks of the great mountains out side of fair Avaren sliced through the clouds like serrated fangs ripping through flesh turning the evening sky a deep, glowing crimson. Red, it was the favored color of the huge fire-breathing reptile that soared through the blood red sky. He was difficult to make out as his scales matched the hue of the sky almost perfectly.
Ah, fair Avaren, He thought to himelf as he took in the fresh mountain air, So peaceful, even after it's great war with the magical Aesir. He was getting bored with the inactivity of the of the kingdom he had just left. It was so... dead. he chuckled at himself for that last thought. With Aesir in ruins the magicians there would be looking for a new beginning, people without homes or families that wanted vengeance and a fair amount of common thieves looking for plunder. All where opportunities he was willing to provide, for a price.
He dipped his head and turned his wings and began to lower himself towards the solid stone peaks of the great mountains. He was searching for an old den of his the one he had been hatched in. After searching the great crags he finally found the large split in the rock. He flared his wings letting the wind slow him down ad helanded on the mountain just outside the entrance. He wondered if any one in Avaren noticed his return.
His head suddenly whipped towards the huge gash in the stone as the pungent stench of something in his cave reach his nostrils. Some one had made their hide out in HIS cave. It was the last mistake they would be making anytime soon. They would have to prey that none of the gold from his horde was missing, For if any was missing this thief would die a very slow and painful death.
The jagged peaks of the great mountains out side of fair Avaren sliced through the clouds like serrated fangs ripping through flesh turning the evening sky a deep, glowing crimson. Red, it was the favored color of the huge fire-breathing reptile that soared through the blood red sky. He was difficult to make out as his scales matched the hue of the sky almost perfectly.
Ah, fair Avaren, He thought to himelf as he took in the fresh mountain air, So peaceful, even after it's great war with the magical Aesir. He was getting bored with the inactivity of the of the kingdom he had just left. It was so... dead. he chuckled at himself for that last thought. With Aesir in ruins the magicians there would be looking for a new beginning, people without homes or families that wanted vengeance and a fair amount of common thieves looking for plunder. All where opportunities he was willing to provide, for a price.
He dipped his head and turned his wings and began to lower himself towards the solid stone peaks of the great mountains. He was searching for an old den of his the one he had been hatched in. After searching the great crags he finally found the large split in the rock. He flared his wings letting the wind slow him down ad helanded on the mountain just outside the entrance. He wondered if any one in Avaren noticed his return.
His head suddenly whipped towards the huge gash in the stone as the pungent stench of something in his cave reach his nostrils. Some one had made their hide out in HIS cave. It was the last mistake they would be making anytime soon. They would have to prey that none of the gold from his horde was missing, For if any was missing this thief would die a very slow and painful death.
