Shadowfire05
08-30-2004, 04:32 AM
Me and Glarong (my dragon) are gently gliding over the lands. Suddenly we spot a huge evil mass on the horizon. We dive down to get a closer look. To our horror we see that it is a massive army of the undead. We quickly peel away to go to find help. Back at the castle I land Glarong on the battlements and run inside to tell the lord. He assembles a small army of men and sends me to town to raise the alarm. On the will of the wind Glarong speeds towards the town. Haste as his beconner, even the clouds give way to his mighty wings. We reach the town and luckily 2 fellow dragon riders have already landed after spotting the evil swarm.
The towns fighters go meet the now huge army of the lord. And we three dragon riders begin to soften up the undead. Their dragons, not that you could call them that for the creatures barely held a candle to the splendor of a true dragon, took to the air in a futile attempt to stop us. Glarong and I screamed to the heavens as the other two met them head on. The dark ones thought that my steed and I had left, but too their peril they realized too late, as a fireball crashed down upon their lead, and as we dove through Glarong relieved a second dragon of his head with his mighty claws. The other fellow riders quickly made short work of the last of the monstrosoties.
Below the battle had already begun. Sparks and magic crackled through the disaray. The lord's army was faring well. But nothing was certain. So the three of us looked at each other and knew what we had to do. The dragons dove and like lightning we struck the ground. The earth shook and the front ranks of the undead fell to their knees.
Now was the time.
The dragons turned to face the evil army. As is some unworldly force were with the dragons, the skies grew darker, their eyes gleemed with blue flame. For the first time in their afterlife the undead knew fear. Glarong opened his mouth slightly and his mouth glowed with blue flamed and smoke. He raised his mighty wings and slowly raised his head to its peek so that he became a mountain in front of the undead. With a roar that shook the very fibers of the world, he let out a terrifying sea of flame, using the wind from his wings to send the wave of death across the entire ranks of the armies. The other dragons followed suite. The sky cleared, and the land was safe again.
The towns fighters go meet the now huge army of the lord. And we three dragon riders begin to soften up the undead. Their dragons, not that you could call them that for the creatures barely held a candle to the splendor of a true dragon, took to the air in a futile attempt to stop us. Glarong and I screamed to the heavens as the other two met them head on. The dark ones thought that my steed and I had left, but too their peril they realized too late, as a fireball crashed down upon their lead, and as we dove through Glarong relieved a second dragon of his head with his mighty claws. The other fellow riders quickly made short work of the last of the monstrosoties.
Below the battle had already begun. Sparks and magic crackled through the disaray. The lord's army was faring well. But nothing was certain. So the three of us looked at each other and knew what we had to do. The dragons dove and like lightning we struck the ground. The earth shook and the front ranks of the undead fell to their knees.
Now was the time.
The dragons turned to face the evil army. As is some unworldly force were with the dragons, the skies grew darker, their eyes gleemed with blue flame. For the first time in their afterlife the undead knew fear. Glarong opened his mouth slightly and his mouth glowed with blue flamed and smoke. He raised his mighty wings and slowly raised his head to its peek so that he became a mountain in front of the undead. With a roar that shook the very fibers of the world, he let out a terrifying sea of flame, using the wind from his wings to send the wave of death across the entire ranks of the armies. The other dragons followed suite. The sky cleared, and the land was safe again.