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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Jul 20, 2008 17:38:23 GMT -5
Terent nodded, "An' finally would ye like Puppetmaste' or-" he was cut off by the landing of a large dragon behind him, looking rather ancient due to the graying of the scales around it's massive mouth and the dull milky film over it's eyes, it let out a low rumble as it turned towards the two and sniffed the air through it's nostrils, tasting it to see who it was that was present.
"Terent... You still smell of shrooms..." he complained, there was a hint in it's tone that showed that the dragon wasn't too terribly fond of Terent.
Terent finished up quickly, "or survival." he added to Lorien before looking towards the dragon, "Hi, Speckles....!" Terent nodded with a slight smile, though from the fact that the dragon had not a single spot or speck on it's hide it was doubtful it was even named Speckles which could only cause to rise questions on why Terent thought wise to call the large dragon Speckles.
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Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Jul 20, 2008 19:25:41 GMT -5
The paladin watched with something close to reverence, blue eyes as wide as they could go. A soft clink of his armor announced that he had taken a step forward, though he wasn't aware of doing so.
"Once again I'm sorry, Master Terent, but what are those?" he asked, slightly breathless at the majestic sight of a living dragon. It looked as if its wisdom must encompass eons.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Jul 20, 2008 20:05:53 GMT -5
"Well, in puppetmaste' class ye learn 'ow tah controll differen' marrionettes fer use in ba'le an' well... Suvival seems a bi' self explana'ory, don' i'?" he shrugged. Terent then motioned towards the massive dragon, "This 'ere is Specks- 'e'll be transportin' us tah Twligh' Moon'Cademy." He nodded "I's real name isn' Specks though, i's more along tha lines of-" Terent then made some kind of sickly noise that sounded like an imitation of a growl of sorts and after perhaps a minute he stopped, a proud expression on his face.
"Leave it to an elf to mess up an easy name..." the dragon 'Specks' commented, "Now listen, Terent- I don't want to be here and you don't either... so can I get you to this 'Academy' or whatnot and we can part our separate ways?" the dragon wanted to spend as little time around Terent as possible, misfortune followed the elf wherever he went and it normally affected those around the elf more than Terent himself. 'Specks' didn't want to be dragged into it again.
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Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Jul 20, 2008 20:14:22 GMT -5
"In that case, I will take Survival," Lorien affirmed, still in awe of the dragon. He would be... transporting them? Terent must have been a powerful elf indeed, to have such friends. Even the way they bantered suggested a companionship of years. He knelt down before the dragon, bowing his head humbly.
"Thank you, great dragon, for your service to us," Lorien said respectfully. "I am forever in your debt."
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Jul 20, 2008 20:50:35 GMT -5
"I'm not doing this out of service to anyone, I simply owe this elf's dragon friend a favor." 'Specks' nodded, "Now if you'd please get on so I can get this degrading work over with." the creature obviously had many other better places to be than here.
Terent was already ambling onto the dragon's back, Smitty flying alongside but never landing on the dragon with some kind of purpose in his movement. "Ye comin', Lad?" Terent called down, a smile on his face, obviously finding something nostalgic in riding on a dragon's back once again. He hadn't had the opportunity to do so in quite some time. It was kinda nice and of course as usual, Smitty would be flying alongside. There was some kind of dragon code and apparently one of the rules involved dragons riding on other dragon's backs... Terent didn't know the specifics because only dragons actually knew the code.
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Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Jul 24, 2008 14:48:50 GMT -5
That would mean that Smi'ee was also a dragon! He had wronged it deeply to have ever doubted its ability, then, but to apologize now would only embarrass them both. He mentally noted a debt to the small, strange dragon, nevertheless.
"Yes, Master Terent," he called, climbing onto the dragon besides his confident teacher. Lorien took a moment to adjust the Lanceblade Challisaen so that it wouldn't poke their gracious friend that was allowing them a ride. It was a very long blade, after all, and he didn't want to add any unneeded discomfort to his part of the burden. How many times in a lifetime could one expect something like this?
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Jul 25, 2008 0:23:57 GMT -5
"You, Paladin... if there's ever something else you need help with... I'd be glad to assist you." the dragon said, looking back at Lorien before taking off with a powerful thrust of his wings. They were airborne, moving through the air and headed quickly to Twilight Moon Academy, Terent seemed perfectly at home, looking back towards his student to see if he was okay. Of course for someone who'd ridden dragons many a times it was no deal, but for someone whom was experiencing thier first ride atop a dragon it was likely a traumatic and very unpleasant experience. He worried slightly that there might be an accident, even though such a thing was unlikely.
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Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Aug 16, 2008 20:22:06 GMT -5
Amazed, Lorien was about to offer his thanks, but the jerk into the air snapped his mouth shut and almost his neck against the dragon's time-ravaged spikes. Straightening with some difficulty, he let awe flood into his soul. They were flying! Truly flying in air... and on a dragon no less, with an elf beside.
"My gratitude, great dragon," he called over the roar of the wind. "During that time I will have to think of way to repay you for such kindness." It was trying to hold on in these conditions, but he managed with some sacrifice of comfort. One could hardly complain when so much was being given to him already.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Aug 16, 2008 22:06:15 GMT -5
"Easy, just don't become like your elf friend here." the dragon replied, nodding towards Terent as they continued on thier journey and it seemed that unfortunately, the trip would be over quickly seeing as dragons were a rather speedy form of transportation. The massive aged dragon set into a glide, losing altitude slowly as he got further and further from the shipyard, but never too dangerously low.
Terent gave a nervous chuckle, "Oh yeh, Specks!" Terent said as if the dragon was teasing him and that they were really just good friends or something of the sort though it was obvious that such a thing wasn't true. Terent was not a friend of pretty much any dragon. Dragons just naturally didn't like the poor guy and once you get to know him you start to understand why. Oh well.
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Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Aug 16, 2008 22:17:29 GMT -5
"Master Terent, might I ask you a question?" he inquired, loving the feeling of the chill lake wind and the calm dimness of the clouds. Everything here seemed at peace, in its own, quiet way.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Aug 17, 2008 19:01:32 GMT -5
"Wha is i'?" Terent asked, barely hearing his student's voice over the sound of the cold wind catching easily in his large elven ears and freezing them terribly... luckily he had brought a pair of earsleeves that he now slipped over his ears, unfortunately the wind blew them off his ears rather quickly, well there was six dollars and sixty six cents wasted... plus shipping and handling. He rolled his eyes, it would figure, wouldn't it?
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Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Aug 18, 2008 16:41:04 GMT -5
"Does this academy have a chapel?" he asked over the gale, feeling it was important. He was used to the cold from his armor; it was nothing like the passage over those mountains. He nearly lost all his fingers and toes on that one. And he never did find out what they were called, which bothered him immensely. One would think that mountains with gray humanoid soul-seeking monsters would have a name more distinctive than Them There Mountains.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Aug 18, 2008 18:13:20 GMT -5
"No' tha' I'm aware of... though I 'ear tha' th'oly classroom is rather much like a chapel." Terent nodded, "Why? Ye plannin' on gettin' married or somethin'?" Terent asked, a bit of a laugh in his voice as he saw the ground coming up quickly, they were landing and they were also here at TMA, everything was pretty much done with. Terent looked around and sighed, Smitty had fallen behind but he should be here some time within the next hour or so, he rather expected Smitty's absense to go unnoticed by everyone but himself since that's how it normally went around here.
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Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Aug 18, 2008 20:54:39 GMT -5
Lorien felt himself blush a little, and was happy for his helmet concealing most of it. "I've never really thought about that, but I don't think I'm in love with anyone," he stammered. For some reason, the thought of marriage made him immensely nervous. He really wasn't ready for something like that. "I was just hoping for somewhere to pray, on Sundays." He watched the ground fall closer and then noticed Master Terent's sigh.
"Are you alright, Master Terent?" he asked, not wanting his teacher to be unhappy with him.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Aug 18, 2008 23:02:22 GMT -5
"Aye..." he said, jumping from the back of the dragon before they were properly within a safe distance of the ground, landing and falling to a crouch at the same time, a pained wince as he did, his hands slamming into the ground- he'd obviously misjudged the distance and his ability to make the fall. He stood up, shaking out his wrists as the dragon landed, meaning it was safe for Lorien to get off. "Jus' fine, Smi'y just fell behin' tha's all..." he shrugged, looking over the water, "So I do believe tha' i's time for yer gift if I can' fin' i' for ye..." he then reached deep into his pockets, rummaging about for whatever the gift was that he intended to give to his student.
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