Post by Andre on Oct 26, 2010 19:05:55 GMT -5
(just prior to the first FG game session Azcot joins us for )
The sun beat down upon his helm... Azcot looked to the left, then the right before removing his helm.. he'd learned by now that his appearance provoked a strong reaction from the non-minotaurs in this strange new land he wandered.. this " Albansia" was different than the Minotaur Isles for sure...
Bending down towards the river he cupped his hands, drank the cool refreshing water, then stared at his reflection in the water... he wasn't ashamed of what he was, never would be... but he'd wondered more than once in the past ... was he the only one of his kind? ... or were there others?
A noise behind him.. Azcot drew his broadsword and crouched in a warrior's pose... then Azcot nearly dropped his sword in shock... the newcomer looked just as shocked, no doubt at the resembalance between the two of them... except the newcomer's skin was more of a shiny brass sort of color slowly fading to green ... and Azcot was much taller than this other one.
The newcomer spoke in a hissing language.. Azcot shook his head to indicate that he didn't understand and the newcomer switched to the common tongue.. " You are.. draconian?"
" What's a draconian? " responded Azcot, puzzled.
The newcomer whistled.. more of his kind came who stared at Azcot.. they talked among themselves in their language.. then the first newcomer looked at Azcot and said firmly " You were born of dragonssss."
" What's a dragon?" Azcot was even more puzzled.
" Come with ussss.. we will sssshow you." The "draconian" extended a hand towards Azcot.
Azcot was still bemused.. but decided it was worth investigating... he shook the newcomer's hand and followed.
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Azcot looked up at the black.. dragon... he wasn't used to looking up at things but at 10 feet tall the dragon had a few feet on him.. and was far more massive lengthwise.. it looked more like a giant overgrown lizard with wings than anything else... Big didn't necessarily impress Azcot however... and the black dragon, " Onyx"'s, words weren't helping either. The black dragon rattled on about Azcot's "proud heritage", the red dragons , the superiority of dragonkind over all others, his destiny to rule over the weaker races... Azcot was easily able to read between the lines... basically this "dragon" wanted him to bully and terrorize any race that was weaker than Azcot.. not exactly an honorable thing.. and now the dragon was demanding that Azcot pledge his allegiance to " Takhisis, Queen of Darkness", the apparent Goddess and Mistress of all dragonkind, or so said Onyx.. pledge himself to a being he knew nothing about ? Azcot took pledges of allegiance very seriously ... Onyx stopped speaking and waited expectantly for Azcot's response.
" I know little of this land... but I'm afraid I must refuse"... Azcot responded politely, turned to leave these swampland ruins he'd been taken to.. and found himself abruptly surrounded by had to be at least fifty of the ' draconians '.. they didn't look happy. Angry was more like it.
" I'm afraid I have to insist" growled Onyx in her feminine voice... idly Azcot wondered what the males of this ' dragonkind' were like.. " My servants will escort you to one of our priests... perhaps he can provide the spiritual guidance you so clearly lack."
Azcot grit his teeth.... the only thing that stopped him from attacking were the overwhelming odds.. but he didn't like being pushed around either.. reluctantly he followed the draconian gesturing towards him, already mentally planning his escape..
The sun beat down upon his helm... Azcot looked to the left, then the right before removing his helm.. he'd learned by now that his appearance provoked a strong reaction from the non-minotaurs in this strange new land he wandered.. this " Albansia" was different than the Minotaur Isles for sure...
Bending down towards the river he cupped his hands, drank the cool refreshing water, then stared at his reflection in the water... he wasn't ashamed of what he was, never would be... but he'd wondered more than once in the past ... was he the only one of his kind? ... or were there others?
A noise behind him.. Azcot drew his broadsword and crouched in a warrior's pose... then Azcot nearly dropped his sword in shock... the newcomer looked just as shocked, no doubt at the resembalance between the two of them... except the newcomer's skin was more of a shiny brass sort of color slowly fading to green ... and Azcot was much taller than this other one.
The newcomer spoke in a hissing language.. Azcot shook his head to indicate that he didn't understand and the newcomer switched to the common tongue.. " You are.. draconian?"
" What's a draconian? " responded Azcot, puzzled.
The newcomer whistled.. more of his kind came who stared at Azcot.. they talked among themselves in their language.. then the first newcomer looked at Azcot and said firmly " You were born of dragonssss."
" What's a dragon?" Azcot was even more puzzled.
" Come with ussss.. we will sssshow you." The "draconian" extended a hand towards Azcot.
Azcot was still bemused.. but decided it was worth investigating... he shook the newcomer's hand and followed.
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Azcot looked up at the black.. dragon... he wasn't used to looking up at things but at 10 feet tall the dragon had a few feet on him.. and was far more massive lengthwise.. it looked more like a giant overgrown lizard with wings than anything else... Big didn't necessarily impress Azcot however... and the black dragon, " Onyx"'s, words weren't helping either. The black dragon rattled on about Azcot's "proud heritage", the red dragons , the superiority of dragonkind over all others, his destiny to rule over the weaker races... Azcot was easily able to read between the lines... basically this "dragon" wanted him to bully and terrorize any race that was weaker than Azcot.. not exactly an honorable thing.. and now the dragon was demanding that Azcot pledge his allegiance to " Takhisis, Queen of Darkness", the apparent Goddess and Mistress of all dragonkind, or so said Onyx.. pledge himself to a being he knew nothing about ? Azcot took pledges of allegiance very seriously ... Onyx stopped speaking and waited expectantly for Azcot's response.
" I know little of this land... but I'm afraid I must refuse"... Azcot responded politely, turned to leave these swampland ruins he'd been taken to.. and found himself abruptly surrounded by had to be at least fifty of the ' draconians '.. they didn't look happy. Angry was more like it.
" I'm afraid I have to insist" growled Onyx in her feminine voice... idly Azcot wondered what the males of this ' dragonkind' were like.. " My servants will escort you to one of our priests... perhaps he can provide the spiritual guidance you so clearly lack."
Azcot grit his teeth.... the only thing that stopped him from attacking were the overwhelming odds.. but he didn't like being pushed around either.. reluctantly he followed the draconian gesturing towards him, already mentally planning his escape..