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Post by Barron Cormac Toreln on Aug 31, 2007 2:41:49 GMT -5
Barron was satisfied. It had taken nearly a month of grueling marching, under the conditions of retreat, to find a suitable place to set up proper fortifications for the new campaign; taking back the castle. It had all ended as well as it could have, though: a ditch had been dug, creating a twenty foot perimeter about the palisade wall that had been quickly erected. five feet after that was a row of wooden stakes, drawing the same square perimeter, only to be followed by another ditch five feet later. The only safe access point was one of two main entrance ways; one facing the north side, following the path the dwarves had made to come through the mountains, the other going south, following the makings of a path in case they had to retreat again.
The wooden stakes and piles for the fort had been cut from the bounteous forests bordering the valley, or from the various bluffs actually on the valley floor. The dirt from the trenches was piled behind, creating yet another obstacle for attacking forces - and also one for the dwarf crossbows. It was more helpful than not, though, Barron and his advisors had quickly decided when they had chosen the spot.
Barron was satisfied, and therefore most of his officers were too. Scouts had been sent out into this uncharted territory, along with messengers to various dwarf nations about the mountains. Some, hopefully, would help in this war, so Barron wouldn't have to communicate with humans, or at least elves. Houses and long-houses were yet to be built, and Barron was seated comfortably in his campaign tent, drinking ale with his most trusted warriors.
"We will take back Soirail, obviously, friends. But we must do so soon while the goblins are still unsure of their new holdings. Our soldiers have lived there their whole lives; we know the secret passageways in and out for surprise attacks, and we should use that to our advantage," One of his chieftains was saying. The speaker was rewarded with various signs of approval, and even a grunt from Barron.
They would have lots of work ahead.
ooc|| I tried doing Obsidion's language thing, by using Dwarven Runes of a font on my computer. But proboards won't let me post it in that font. Any suggestions?
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Post by shenna on Aug 31, 2007 11:26:22 GMT -5
Shenna flew across the mountains, following the contour of the hills with swoops and dives. A few clouds had gathered overhead, but they seemed to hold no rain. Not that it mattered. Shenna loved the rain, and her membranous wings could fly through any storm.
As Shenna's wingbeats propelled her through the air, her thoughts wandered to her encounter with de Montford. She had made her intentions clear to him and his men, but she would have to do something more. One dragon could do a lot of damage to a kingdom, but that would not suffice. She would need allys. But who would do to serve with her? Obviously not the elves. They seemed to have a strong relationship with men, and she couldn't turn to other dragons- yet. Most were still loyal to Lakieth. So who was there? She was thinking hard, and not paying much attention to where she was flying, when, SMACK! Her wing had been clipped against a huge boulder, and with a roar of pain, she tumbled down. Her wing was breised(SP?) and possibly sprained, and she could not use it to regain her balance. She landed with a muffled thump in a huge mound of dirt, her immence weight sending rocks and sand in a cloud around her. She groaned and rolled onto her side, spitting the brown powder out of her chalky mouth. Her mottled scales had lost their sheen because of the dust. All she did was lay their, trying to get her wing out from underneath her.
OOC: Ummm.... maybe you could give each rune a random letter, and translate them into that?
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Post by Barron Cormac Toreln on Aug 31, 2007 12:35:19 GMT -5
The whole camp lurched upon its foundations as the dragon hit one of trenches dirt piles. An aged dwarf with a long white beard dwarf hobbled out with his cane onto the Northern, path waving his free arm, his voice yelling in a muddled form of the dwarvish language. His normal teeth had long been battered away in battle, or by some other misfortune, to have be replaced by gruesome looking wooden "dentures". A score of the guards hurried out alongside this elderly fellow, their helmets low on their head and axes held against the large lizard, should she attack.
An obviously angry Barron strode from his tent with his advisors in tow; his face was creased in anger as he hurried out onto the road beside the old dwarf, and his large hands clenched as fists.
"Who are ye, an' wha' do ye wan'?" He yelled to the dragon in strained Common. ooc|| Yeah, thanks for the idea. But gor now I'll leave it, until I either learn the sound enough to spell it out, or can actually post runes somehow - I think replacing it with a random letter would be too hard to do, time after time. Thanks for the idea, though, I may still use it, haha.
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Post by shenna on Sept 1, 2007 17:48:19 GMT -5
Shenna bristled at the sudden apearance of the dwarves, and she struggled to her feet, her right wing hanging limp at her side while the other beat at the air. She did not attack though, for several obvious reasons. Once she had regained her composure, the dwarf leader aproached her, his face angry.
"I am Shenna, dwarf," She paused for a second, trying to figure out how to say that she smacked into a rock and fell on top of their defences without looking stupid. Seeing no way, she rose her head and tried to look as supirior as possible. "I was weary from battle, and I happened to, uh, carren into that bolder that so, uh, rudely jumped into my path." She shook her head, sending a ripple all the way down her lithe body. The dust that had settled on her rose with a puff, and her bright scales shone again.
"But, what are you doing here? I thought the dwarf kingdom lied in the Paerish Mountains?" She tried to change the subject swiflt from her clumsyness.
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Post by Barron Cormac Toreln on Sept 4, 2007 13:22:51 GMT -5
A smirk formed on the engineers face, understanding just the the dragon had crashed into a rock. He quickly launched into dwarven insults and jeers, laughing openly at the large, scaled creature.
Barron grimaced, flicking his wrist at the engineer to be quiet, "Ye've nah 'eard, dragon?" he replied gruffly, insulted at being dubbed a simple 'dwarf'. Barron continued, staring the creature in the eyes, "Tha' filthy goblins 'ave used thar magic tah try and defeat us dwarves. " He smiled sarcastically at the thought; dwarves, defeated? Ha!
"Ye've injured our defences, dragon. Ya must fix this grave error." He stated, returning to the reason the dwarves had been rousted out from their tents and make-shift watch towers.
ooc|| Ah! Short and late post. Sorry.
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Post by shenna on Sept 7, 2007 17:37:58 GMT -5
Suddenly, a thought formed in Shenna's mind. These dwarves were fine warriors, and the dragons did not have a querrel with them. Dwarves hated elves and goblins, and most of the time men. They would make powerful allies in her attempt to destroy all that de Montford and his fellows held dear, and she would make a powerful ally to them. Goblins were like popcorn to her, and only their shamen and nobles actually posed a threat. Maybe the dwarves and her could work out a mutual relationship...
"Your pile of dirt will be fixed in a minute, umm... High Dwarf" She had seen the contempt in his features at the sound of her derogatory term, but she did not know what else to call him. "As for now, I have a proposition for you. You want revenge on the goblins, and a vicious fire-breathing dragon would be a much better defence than an anthill of dust that you have created. I could help you..." Her head was still held high, but her hautiness had dissapeared. She really could use these dwarves. If she could just win them over.
OOC: just in case you have not read my post in the general board, I will say again that Im sorry this is late, but school just started and I have been busy. I will try to be on as much as possible though...
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Post by Barron Cormac Toreln on Sept 17, 2007 0:15:37 GMT -5
Barron eyed the she-dragon for a long while, sizing up it's power, and it's angle. Why would such a beast need dwarf help? It didn't really matter, since he could count on the fact that Goblin's wouldn't ally themselves with a Dragon. Perhaps an alliance with such a great beast could benefit the Dwarven people.
"Why, dragon, do ye want our 'elp?" he asked, quirking a bushy eyebrow up at the massive beast. This dwarf showed no fear at the size contrast created by the dragon, unlike some humans would. Perhaps it was because of ignorance that Barron didn't avert his gaze from the female reptile's, but most likely it was because of pride.
"I am Barron Cormac Toreln, Lord of the Dwarves." Barron clarified, as a few more dwarves poked their heads out from their tents or from behind the wall.
ooc|| I totally understand. Wow, I'm ten days late in replying! It seems school is affecting my activity as well... Sorry about that.
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Post by shenna on Sept 18, 2007 18:25:06 GMT -5
Shenna's eyes glinted with dangerous amusment. Perhaps the dwarves really would help her. Without Lakeith, she knew it would be difficult to win over many of the beasts, but with the dwarves, she would not have too.
"I wish for your help simply because my former lord has chosen to ally himself with the very race that I am sworn to hate. I will help you rid your mountain caves that the goblins have unrightly stolen from you, if, you help me take revenge on the Humans." It was a big task to undertake, but if they timed their strike right, and attacked when men were weak, then they had a good chance. They could put things how they were ment to be, with beasts ruling the land, and Shenna would not mind if the dwarves ruled the mountains. The humans could wander forever, never truly belonging any where, being eternally kicked out from land that was once theirs. Soon time would take back their stone cities, and all that would be left would be a bad memory, or a story that dragon mothers told chicks when they were being naughty.
"By the way, Barron Cormac Toreln, I am Shenna, of the Beasts." She was still proud to be of the beast nation, and she still concidered herself a part of the kingdom. What Lakeith was leading was not beasts, his army would be no more than men with four legs and wings. She would restore the old order.
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Post by Barron Cormac Toreln on Oct 13, 2007 17:49:58 GMT -5
"Aye, 'elp would be greatly appreciated, Shenna o' tha' Beasts." Barron nodded, looking up at the great scaled animal. A few of the guards relaxed as their Lord stated he would like help, and a few dwarves left. Barron's council stayed by the gates, conversing silently with each other.
"I 'ave met a few Men in my time, and most of them did nae appreciate me; nor me them. Our nation may be able to help ye, if ye 'elp us. I must talk to tha' Council, Shenna." He said, turning on his heel and marching back to the group of huddled dwarves. They walked back into the camp, and into Barron's tent, where they would discuss the pros and the cons.
A few guards returned to their positions, the rest standing in a tight block at the gates of the palisades. A while later, close to an hour, Barron strode out regally, his head held high, with his advisers in tow,
"Dragon Shenna, o' the Beasts, we of the dwarves 'ave decided that ye are correct: we could use ye're 'elp in defeating the goblins, as ye could use ours wi' the Men. We accept ye're proposition, if ye defeat the goblins first." The dwarf said, laying out his end of the bargain for the dragon. "If we dafeat tha' Goblins, then we shall defeat the 'mans.
"The Men shoul' nah know, however, of our alliance wi' ye. Shoul' they find out, it coul' be painful. We mus' keep this planning secret for nah."
ooc|| Sorry for the extremely late post. Almost a month! Wow. Incredibly sorry. School starting made me become a lurker, and then downright inactive. But I'm back now. I think all I said makes sense. If it doesn't, point it out and I'll edit the post. Really sorry, again.
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Post by shenna on Oct 14, 2007 12:03:52 GMT -5
((Dont worry about it, I compleatly understand. Your posts are always really good, so it makes up for that )) Shenna grinned. "So be it, Lord of the Dwarves. Our alliance will be held in the dark." She turned her sinuous neck to her back, and streched her right wing out, opening her mouth below it. She ruffled her scales slightly, and grabbed off one of the green-brown plates. Hot blood began to dribble slowly across the rest of her side, spreading out along the crevises and gullys created by her hide. She lowered her wing with the scale in her jaws, and tossed it onto the ground next to Barron. "If we are to keep this alliance secret, then it will not do if I stay in your camp for long perids at a time. My scale is a part of me, so I will know where it is at all times. All you have to do is destroy it somehow, I I will know I am needed. But, though I have many scales to give you, di not call me for trivial problems. Only if there is an advncement in our knowlage of the goblins, or if you wish to launch the attack. If there are any other creatures here loyal to me, I will bring them to fight for you." She licked the blood from the cale off from under her wing, and then sprerad the other one. With a quick flap, she was off the mound of dirt. Her wings were still spread and she lowered her head, and plowed into the mound, piling itas high as it was before. Then she sat down with her tail curled around her, waiting for the Dwarf Lords reply.
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Post by Barron Cormac Toreln on Oct 15, 2007 21:38:27 GMT -5
Barron accepted the scale with a nod, "Ye're very kind, Shenna." he said, kindness showing in his eyes for the first time this meeting, "Ah 'ope we will be able tah keep in touch."
Handing the scale to the closest of his advisers, Barron took a horn from another adviser and blew a long, deep blast from the mouth-piece. Immediately snow fell from trees and dwarven hunters appeared in the gate. "Shoul' this dragon ever call ou' tah ye," Barron told the assembly of hunters and soldiers, "And ye can 'elp 'er, 'tis mah order that ye do so."
Turning around to the large dragon, Barron handed back the horn to the adviser. "Shenna, we o' the dwarves cannae repay ye in this form of communication," he said, indicating the scale, "But we can offer ye our services. All ye need tah do when ye see a dwarf is cry out for help, or talk to them. From now on, Shenna tha' Dragon o' tha' Beasts is tah be treated like a dwarf, shoul' she need 'elp!" The last part Barron yelled out so all could here. Bowing gracefully, Barron looked back at the dragon, nodding his approval at her repairs, "Thank ye." was all he said, waiting to see her off, or answer any questions.
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Post by shenna on Oct 18, 2007 9:48:38 GMT -5
Shenna bowed her neck low, feeling the respect and dignity.
"Thank you, Barron, Lord of the Dwarves. I am deeply honored." She flapped her wings once, gently, and rose into the air.
"I will meet you here in one week, unless I hear or feel otherwise." She lifted higher into the air with a few more wingbeats, and soon was only a speck in the distance.
((Sorry! Short post, but I have to leave...))
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