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Legate of Amon Lanc · 01-20-2008, 02:02 PM

The fifth day arrived with a fog, which grew so intense that by midday that the audience sealed away from the gladiators. The only thing that could be seen was the sun and it was whiter than the palest of moons. The most far-sighted look-outs were exeptions as they could see a trace of light gleaming off Tomas Megarson’s golden armour.

Speaking of whom, Tomas was having an argument with his inner dragon. The dragon complained that Tomas was too dirty to live in, while Tomas claimed that he was too busy to brush the dust off his soul. And anyway, inner dragons don’t have souls of their own so why should Tomas care what the dragon wants. The dragon was quite crushed by that because it didn’t have a soul and knew it, and obviously wasn’t the only one who knew it. It did however claim to be an essential part of Tomas and if he treated it badly, he would go to ruin. Tomas left that unanswered, but assailed the dragon with a question, ”Why don’t you do it if you seem to care so much?” He then added that he had already cleaned his golden armour today and wasn’t in the mood to clean anything else. ”Maybe tomorrow”.

While those two were having their quarrel, the other three were in the middle of a highly civilized small talk. Sally Underdale was explaining Kath the Whiteness how her compass works. ”It will turn purple when there is evil nearby. Sadly it will take some time for it to get the newest security upgrade before it can notice Wolves”.

”Oh, how nice”, said Kath while having most of her concentration on agonizing over the fact that most people saw her only as a boring old fog and not even remotely as a being of everlasting beauty. ”Yes yes, very interesting, do tell more”, Kath said not noticing that Sally had already noticed that Kath wasn’t in the least bit interested in anything she was saying and turned to talk with her pet duck Emily.

Sally couldn’t speak duck, but then again, Emily wasn’t just any duck, but a duck present in several different dimencions and thus being able to communicate with Sally, or any other person, through means of collective subconscience. Like Tomas and his inner dragon, Sally and Emily were not in the best of terms right now. Like Legate and unlike Tomas, Sally wanted her closest if not best friend to participate in the competitions. Like Tomas and unlikeLegate, Sally didn’t do that. She had really wanted to, she did! But Emily had said ”Quack!” and left little space for opposing opinions.

Now that both Tomas and Sally were having their private discussions, Kath grew tired pondering her appearance as nobody was noticing her anyway. She decided to go for quick flight over Meneltarma to clear her thoughts. She guessed, with irony, the right reaction of the audience: as soon as she left the Temple, the crowd began celebrationg the dissolving of the fog. For the first time during the whole day they could see what was going around in the arena. Not much, it seemed at first. Until...

...until they noticed that where the gate leading out of the arena originally stood (and where just the grey fog originally was), a larger gate began to form out of nowhere. A glittering bridge could be seen behind it, and as it reached its full size, coloured shapes could be noticed circling above. One of them was coming closer, outlined with greenish light, but dark in itself. The audience shouted with surprise and fear: it was a huge dark dragon, and a man was sitting on the dragon's back.

"Ashen-Shugar!" a voice resounded in Tomas' head. Both Sally and her friend stared in amazement. "Quack!" Emily said, which could have meant something along the lines "That dragon is way bigger than I am."

"Ashen-Shugar!" the figure of the man - or was it a man? - repeated its call. "Why are you here? This is not a place for you. I have been searching for you. Come and join us!"

Tomas lifted his head and looked into the stranger's eyes. "Leave me alone, Draken-Korin! You are dead. I don't know how you appeared here, but I don't care. I am here to fight with -"

The stranger laughed. "I wouldn't say I am dead. I don't think so, at least. But this is not a place for you to fight, Ashen-Shugar. These - beings - are not worth your attention. Come! Let us ride once again and visit another worlds, and -"

"I said no," Tomas replied. "And if you don't leave, I swear I'm going to -"

"To what? Kill me? You don't have the guts to do it, Ashen-Shugar. No, the only ones you are capable of fighting are these stupid little -"

But that was enough. With a cry of rage, Tomas leapt towards the intruder with his sword drawn. But as soon as his feet touched the golden bridge, Draken-Korin roared with laughter and the gate disappeared like a puff of smoke. And the one who was called Tomas disappeared with it.

-------~~

Around:
Brinniel
THE Ka
satansaloser2005
Aganzir
McCaber
Nogrod
Thinlómien
Valier
Groin Redbeard
Meneltarmacil
Kath
Naria
Azaelia of Willowbottom
Isabellkya
Rikae
A Little Green
Ugh-Friedrich (host)

Gone:
Legate of Amon Lanc - lynched on Day0.1 - teleported away
Roa_Aoife - lynched on Day0.2 - joined the dance
Shastanis Althereduin - lynched on Day0.3
The Might - lynched on Day0.4 - escorted away and sailed away
Gil-Galad - lynched on Day0.5 - disappeared in a gate to different world

---------~~

Day0.5 ended, Day0.6 begins. Azaelia, Brinniel and Groin may post.

01-20-2008, 02:02 PM	#11
Legate of Amon Lanc A Voice That Gainsayeth Join Date: Nov 2006 Location: In that far land beyond the Sea Posts: 7,431	The fifth day arrived with a fog, which grew so intense that by midday that the audience sealed away from the gladiators. The only thing that could be seen was the sun and it was whiter than the palest of moons. The most far-sighted look-outs were exeptions as they could see a trace of light gleaming off Tomas Megarson’s golden armour. Speaking of whom, Tomas was having an argument with his inner dragon. The dragon complained that Tomas was too dirty to live in, while Tomas claimed that he was too busy to brush the dust off his soul. And anyway, inner dragons don’t have souls of their own so why should Tomas care what the dragon wants. The dragon was quite crushed by that because it didn’t have a soul and knew it, and obviously wasn’t the only one who knew it. It did however claim to be an essential part of Tomas and if he treated it badly, he would go to ruin. Tomas left that unanswered, but assailed the dragon with a question, ”Why don’t you do it if you seem to care so much?” He then added that he had already cleaned his golden armour today and wasn’t in the mood to clean anything else. ”Maybe tomorrow”. While those two were having their quarrel, the other three were in the middle of a highly civilized small talk. Sally Underdale was explaining Kath the Whiteness how her compass works. ”It will turn purple when there is evil nearby. Sadly it will take some time for it to get the newest security upgrade before it can notice Wolves”. ”Oh, how nice”, said Kath while having most of her concentration on agonizing over the fact that most people saw her only as a boring old fog and not even remotely as a being of everlasting beauty. ”Yes yes, very interesting, do tell more”, Kath said not noticing that Sally had already noticed that Kath wasn’t in the least bit interested in anything she was saying and turned to talk with her pet duck Emily. Sally couldn’t speak duck, but then again, Emily wasn’t just any duck, but a duck present in several different dimencions and thus being able to communicate with Sally, or any other person, through means of collective subconscience. Like Tomas and his inner dragon, Sally and Emily were not in the best of terms right now. Like Legate and unlike Tomas, Sally wanted her closest if not best friend to participate in the competitions. Like Tomas and unlikeLegate, Sally didn’t do that. She had really wanted to, she did! But Emily had said ”Quack!” and left little space for opposing opinions. Now that both Tomas and Sally were having their private discussions, Kath grew tired pondering her appearance as nobody was noticing her anyway. She decided to go for quick flight over Meneltarma to clear her thoughts. She guessed, with irony, the right reaction of the audience: as soon as she left the Temple, the crowd began celebrationg the dissolving of the fog. For the first time during the whole day they could see what was going around in the arena. Not much, it seemed at first. Until... ...until they noticed that where the gate leading out of the arena originally stood (and where just the grey fog originally was), a larger gate began to form out of nowhere. A glittering bridge could be seen behind it, and as it reached its full size, coloured shapes could be noticed circling above. One of them was coming closer, outlined with greenish light, but dark in itself. The audience shouted with surprise and fear: it was a huge dark dragon, and a man was sitting on the dragon's back. "Ashen-Shugar!" a voice resounded in Tomas' head. Both Sally and her friend stared in amazement. "Quack!" Emily said, which could have meant something along the lines "That dragon is way bigger than I am." "Ashen-Shugar!" the figure of the man - or was it a man? - repeated its call. "Why are you here? This is not a place for you. I have been searching for you. Come and join us!" Tomas lifted his head and looked into the stranger's eyes. "Leave me alone, Draken-Korin! You are dead. I don't know how you appeared here, but I don't care. I am here to fight with -" The stranger laughed. "I wouldn't say I am dead. I don't think so, at least. But this is not a place for you to fight, Ashen-Shugar. These - beings - are not worth your attention. Come! Let us ride once again and visit another worlds, and -" "I said no," Tomas replied. "And if you don't leave, I swear I'm going to -" "To what? Kill me? You don't have the guts to do it, Ashen-Shugar. No, the only ones you are capable of fighting are these stupid little -" But that was enough. With a cry of rage, Tomas leapt towards the intruder with his sword drawn. But as soon as his feet touched the golden bridge, Draken-Korin roared with laughter and the gate disappeared like a puff of smoke. And the one who was called Tomas disappeared with it. -------~~ Around: Brinniel THE Ka satansaloser2005 Aganzir McCaber Nogrod Thinlómien Valier Groin Redbeard Meneltarmacil Kath Naria Azaelia of Willowbottom Isabellkya Rikae A Little Green Ugh-Friedrich (host) Gone: Legate of Amon Lanc - lynched on Day0.1 - teleported away Roa_Aoife - lynched on Day0.2 - joined the dance Shastanis Althereduin - lynched on Day0.3 The Might - lynched on Day0.4 - escorted away and sailed away Gil-Galad - lynched on Day0.5 - disappeared in a gate to different world ---------~~ Day0.5 ended, Day0.6 begins. Azaelia, Brinniel and Groin may post. __________________ "Should the story say 'he ate bread,' the dramatic producer can only show 'a piece of bread' according to his taste or fancy, but the hearer of the story will think of bread in general and picture it in some form of his own." -On Fairy-Stories Last edited by Legate of Amon Lanc; 01-20-2008 at 02:34 PM.