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Post by Bacon on Jan 31, 2005 22:13:47 GMT -5
"That's an amazing sword, Defin. Or you chanced to hit a weak spot on each of them. Not usually would a sword go through Shroktu skin with such ease. Don't get me wrong, it can be cut by just about anything, just not as fast."
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Post by Sock on Feb 1, 2005 0:51:40 GMT -5
[glow=brown,2,300]Defin laughed.
"Thanks." He said, finishing the last of them off. "But it's not the sword that does it, it's the person holding the sword."
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Post by Chris on Feb 1, 2005 1:52:09 GMT -5
"Thats what my little cousin needs to hear." Chris says smiling.
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Post by Bacon on Feb 1, 2005 21:47:22 GMT -5
"Yes, I know what you mean. Well, look at that. A mithlith stick, I haven't seen one of those in years." Houcrow points to a large stick.
Terriz glances at the spotted stick Houcrow is looking at. She looked closer, to make sure the spots weren't made of stone like they looked from afar. But they were just wood.
"That type of wood is very unique and rare," Houcrow says, "It burns when wet, and will only catch fire when wet. You can even scrape a sword against it, and it will, if wet, start to burn. Nobody I've talked to has figured out why." He picks the stick up and stuffs it in the pack he had been carrying for several miles. "This may serve us well."
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Post by Chris on Feb 1, 2005 22:09:07 GMT -5
"Cool. Whats that sound?" Chris whirls around rembering the wolves.
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Post by Bacon on Feb 1, 2005 22:41:08 GMT -5
Houcrow listens for a short while, then replies, "That is the dry of the drocantsis. You remember those lage creatures you saw before, Chris? They were drocantsis, young dragons. We must stay close to them."
"Wha shudd 'e due dat?"
"Insurance." Houcrow says simply, before he walks off after the source of the sound.
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Post by Chris on Feb 3, 2005 0:02:20 GMT -5
"I love dragons." Chris says while grinning. He walks more enthusiastic after Houcrow.
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Post by Bacon on Feb 4, 2005 21:54:13 GMT -5
And so they walk.
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Post by Sock on Feb 5, 2005 0:21:04 GMT -5
[glow=brown,2,300]Peachi shrugged.
"They're alright, I guess." She said.
"I enjoy the company of dragons." Laughed Defin.[/glow]
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Post by Chris on Feb 5, 2005 3:01:47 GMT -5
"I get along with them" Chris says smiling while still walking.
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Post by Bacon on Feb 7, 2005 21:27:54 GMT -5
"Here." Houcrow says, gesturing to a large creature that looks very little like a dragon, with a short neck, almost non-existent tail, and very small wings on an otherwise thick body.
"There could be more in the area. We need to follow them as they cross the valley."
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Post by Chris on Feb 8, 2005 0:24:49 GMT -5
Chris walks up and pats on of the baby dragons on the head. "Where are we following to?"
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Post by Bacon on Feb 9, 2005 23:39:57 GMT -5
Chris walks up and pats on of the baby dragons on the head. "Where are we following to?" "The other side of this valley, hopefully. Usually they migrate seperate from their parents, who fly ahead to make sure the path is safe, but stay close enough that if the young ones cry out they can return to fend off attackers." |
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Post by Chris on Feb 11, 2005 1:36:54 GMT -5
"They won't attack us?"
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Post by Bacon on Feb 12, 2005 0:27:23 GMT -5
"As long as we don't attack the drocantsis."
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