Arik
12-31-2009, 07:17 PM
Aqraqn demanded that the dragon be brought to him. It was a long creature, covered in gold scales streaked green; tied to a massive block of stone, it hissed and squealed. Within the cavern of deep green-blue rock next to the massive pool of black water, it seemed small.
"We lived in a place there, far to the northeast," said Thrrath. "Yorrip, it was called, and it was near the land of Aixa. The two halves of Thylloer."
Thrrath looked out at the faces of the children, illuminated by the light of the fire.
"We did not know how to directly draw magic from the Nevernal realms, but we built many magical things," he continued.
"And then Muspelheim broke Thylloer and opened the paths to the Neverness?" a young boy asked.
"Yes."
"One of the servants of Muspelheim?" said Aqraqn to the dragon's corpse. "Your head shall adorn my son Syr's blade."
"We lived in a place there, far to the northeast," said Thrrath. "Yorrip, it was called, and it was near the land of Aixa. The two halves of Thylloer."
Thrrath looked out at the faces of the children, illuminated by the light of the fire.
"We did not know how to directly draw magic from the Nevernal realms, but we built many magical things," he continued.
"And then Muspelheim broke Thylloer and opened the paths to the Neverness?" a young boy asked.
"Yes."
"One of the servants of Muspelheim?" said Aqraqn to the dragon's corpse. "Your head shall adorn my son Syr's blade."