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Post by Max452 on Nov 21, 2008 19:10:37 GMT -5
*Ahem* This thread is going to be only between Trinn and I, for we are about to do something that will drastically change in preparation for Plot 2!!! MWUAHAHA! *Ahem* Anyways, yeah, its only for me and Trinn, but...YOU ARE ALL ENCOURAGED TO READ AND RANT! hehehe....this is gonna be great.
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*This takes place before 11th Hour and after everything else! lol Just a recap, Gianna escaped with the help of Einar, and people had believed her to be dead, until rumors spread that Gianna was helping slaves escape...again. Einar went a little crazy with the oaths he made to kill Gianna, so until Gianna or the King is dead he is not free from his oath. And yes, Einar has a scar on his left side at this point and has killed the dragon slayers, marking him a traitor in the Empire: the King somehow found out and wants him captured. And so...we are now here, where Tyr is searching for Einar and Gianna.*
Tyr traveled in disguise in Surda as he searched for Gianna and her purple beast. He had found out that the girl was alive and that the imbecile Einar had allowed her to escape. A smile curled on his lips at the thought of killing her and making Einar suffer for his treachery. Einar had a bounty on his head, but was nowhere to be found, so Tyr figured that if he could lure him out, then all would be well...and what better bait would it be than to have Gianna.
Tyr continued towards the outskirts of Surda, where it was rumored that Gianna was lurking about.....
He traveled until dusk in the desert, when he spotted a campsite not far oft....
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Post by Tismri on Nov 21, 2008 22:46:18 GMT -5
OOC: Gianna's gonna die. I make that prediction. lol! Either that or Tyr's gonna die, but that wouldn't be any fun because he's still gotta act as the reluctant father. lol! Anyway, let the ranting begin!
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Post by linea on Nov 21, 2008 22:50:10 GMT -5
OOC: Just watch Tismri! *sits back with feet up, awaiting for the fun to begin*
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Post by Tismri on Nov 21, 2008 22:53:54 GMT -5
OOC: you're privy to this? How rude! Care to share any spoilers? Man, if they are gonna kill of Tyr, I'm gonna leap in here and rescue him somehow. Rola needs him in the future! lol.
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Post by linea on Nov 21, 2008 23:18:18 GMT -5
Sorry, I made a binding oath in the AL that I wouldn't say a word either which way. Just sit and watch! *Shoves Tismri into chair and ducktapes her mouth shut*
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Post by Tismri on Nov 22, 2008 11:35:15 GMT -5
*after chewing through the duct tape* AAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!! TRINN NEEDS TO POST!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Post by Trinn on Nov 23, 2008 18:10:25 GMT -5
Staring into the depths of the dying fire, Gianna struggled not to be overcome with hopelesness. A few days ago, while she had been going about some business in Bullridge, Gianna had noticed the drawing of a haggard looking man on the side of a tavern.
The man had seemed familiar, through the rough beard, past the jagged scar. With further increasing dread, she had looked at the name at the bottom of the drawing; "Einar, rider of the silver dragon Stigandr, wanted for treason against the King. Capture him and you will be granted a sizeable reward." After reading that, Gianna had rushed back to Gladia, wanting to abondon her mission and go chasing after Einar. Gladia had seen the folly in this, though, and had brought Gianna to see that doing such would be pointless. They didn't know where Einar and Stigandr were. So, Gianna had reluctantly continued freeing slaves. Now, two days later, she sat with Gladia on the outskirts of Surda.
Gladia brushed her snout across the top of Gianna's head. Your sorrow fills my heart, Gianna. Einar will be fine. He is a deadly man. Do not fear. A tear slid down Gianna's cheek. She shook her head weakly.
I know. But it is my fault as to why he is on the run. I should never have stopped that night in the spine. I should never have gone to see who was sitting at that fire. I should have kept running, and Einar would be with the king, the man he had loved before I interfered. He would be safe and still assassinating people, instead of running across Alagaesia, hunted. Another tear accompanied the first accross her cheek. Gladia huffed.
I cannot force you to be happy, Gianna, but know this. The choices you made were good ones. Everything will be fine in the end. Shaking her head again, Gianna continued to stare into the fire, which was now nothing more than simmering ash. So absorbed in her misery, in her self loathing, she was unaware of Tyr creeping closer. Gladia, affected by her riders emotions, was likewise blinded.
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Post by Max452 on Nov 23, 2008 19:27:59 GMT -5
Tyr pressed silently closer to the campfire; he finally saw the purple dragon, Gladia, and there, sitting silently, was Gianna. An evil smile crept on his face. Finally, Tyr emerged, his shadow gleaming against the fire, as he stood opposite from the Rider and her Dragon.
"Hello, Gianna." His icy voice pierced the night. "It's been awhile, my dear." He crossed his arms as he eyed both of them. He held up one finger and tilted his head. "I don't want to fight, but if I have to, I will kill you. All I want is Einar." He looked at her with a sly smile. He was lying of course; he was sent to kill both Riders.
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In a tavern in the land of Surda, Einar was downing mead like water. In the mountains, Stigandr hid, waiting with much concern, for his rider to return.
Einar had a hood over his head, so no one would notice him, but really didn't care; he would wack anyone that troubled him. All he wanted was to be left alone in his misery. He downed another pint; getting nearly drunk.
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Post by Trinn on Nov 23, 2008 19:41:09 GMT -5
Startled, Gianna jumped to her feet, her hand flying to the hilt of her sword. Behind her, Gladia rose swiftly to her full height, a snarl alighting on the dragon's visage. Her heart beating madly, Gianna recognized the man opposite her. Attractive, elegant Tyr Valentine. Einar's personal enemy. Like her dragon, Gianna's lips pulled back to reveal her teeth in a more human snarl. When Tyr mentioned Einar, Gianna unsheathed her sword, the steel giving a metalic ring, and pointed it at him. She cared not about his threat to kill her. Tears and sadness forgotten, she was now filled with a burning anger. "Don't you ever speak his name!" she nearly shouted, "you filthy cur!" Gladia growled in agreement. With her other hand, she pointed accusingly at him. "you're nothing but a liar and a glutton! I would never help you."
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Post by Max452 on Nov 23, 2008 19:48:11 GMT -5
Tyr sighed. "I really had hoped you would comply." He shrugged. "Well, I guess I'll make Einar" he placed a great emphasis on the name. "come out and play. If you won't tell me where he is, I'll make him appear." His friendly smile turned sinister as he held out his palm beside his thigh and muttered something. A short electrical circuit glimmered from his hand and then seemed to disappear. "You'll help me whether you want to or not." He unseathed his sword with his other hand and then went into a fighting stance. "Come on Gianna, I know how much you want to kill me, lets see if you can."
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Post by Trinn on Nov 23, 2008 20:02:08 GMT -5
Gianna's chest heaved with her heavy breathing, her rage growing. She was infuriated at this man, infuriated that he was breathing. For once in her life, she felt complete hate. Gianna, you must be careful. Tyr is a tricky fiend.
I know. was all Gianna said in return. To Tyr, she said, "I would rather kill myself than help you." Then, with a battle-like scream, she rushed forward, leapt easily over the dying embers of the fire, and landed before Tyr in a crouch. Without hesitation, she brought her sword up towards his abdomen.
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Post by Max452 on Nov 23, 2008 20:08:44 GMT -5
Tyr smirked. "I will make you wish you had!" He snarled as her blade shot up at him. He smacked the blade aside with his own, and then launched the electrical surge that he was holding in his other palm.
"Is that the best you can do!" He shouted at her. "Einar should have trained you better!" He laughed over his spell.
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Post by Trinn on Nov 23, 2008 20:16:18 GMT -5
Without time to react, Tyr's electrical current struck Gianna in the shoulder. The pain engulfed her, her back arching involuntarily as the bolt of electricity shot through her, tingling and zapping what felt like every nerve in her body. When it had run its course, she fell to her hands and knees, her breathing shallow. The ground shook beneath her, and she realized Gladia was making her move.
Roaring in fury, the dark purple dragon rushed towards Tyr, aiming a sweep at him with her large talons. Meanwhile, Gianna got slowly to her feet, her muscles aching. Circles of color swam across her vision
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Post by Max452 on Nov 23, 2008 20:20:27 GMT -5
"Whoa, big fella" Tyr cried out as he flipped over the talons. "You need to learn some manners!" He yelled out as he tried to plunge his blade into Gladia's soft clawed muscles. However, as he did, Gladia's tips nicked him in the abdomen, causing him to grunt out with pain. "Stupid dragon!" he screamed, hoping his blade would find its mark.
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Post by Trinn on Nov 23, 2008 20:34:27 GMT -5
Gladia's roar turned into a scream of pain as Tyr's blade crashed across her knuckles, slicing into the mucle. Stepping away from him, she shook her clawed paw, sending hot droplets of blood flying. She took satisfaction in knowing that it wasn't just her blood that spotted her talons.
Gianna winched, feeling an echo of Gladia's pain. Ignoring it, she resumed her attack upon Tyr. Rushing forward, she brought her blade towards the base of his neck. Her thoughts were filled with Einar. She would continue fighting this man until she died. He couldn't get to Einar.
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