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piosenniel · 04-26-2003, 11:07 AM

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The dark green of the forest of Mirkwood drew near beneath Glawr as he flew through the air. He began his decent towards his target. His shadow grew bigger as he got lower, the trees below him waved frantically as the wind rushed behind him. Glawr slowed up a little and rose up higher into the air, surveying the area. He found the dwellings of the Elves and circled above them, picking out the smithies and working places of the blacksmiths and jewelers.

A barrage of arrows flew up to greet him, though they did nothing but ping harmlessly off his thick, strong scales. It did, however, serve to enrage him. No matter how pathetic an attack was, any attempt to harm Glawr, he would commit to memory so he could take his revenge on them another day. The screams of the Elves as they ran for cover pleased Glawr; his reputation for destruction was growing.

Glawr ceased his circling and hung in the air, the arrows were no longer firing and no bird or beast made a sound. There was only the beating of Glawr's large wings. Suddenly he stopped and he fell like a stone onto the settlement below. There was a satisfying crunch as the houses and trees gave beneath him. Immediately, he grabbed for his prizes, the Elvish smiths and jewelers. Once he had those in his grasp he could, perhaps, teach these Elves a lesson.

He now held in his claws twenty or so Elves, all he wanted to take for now. He noticed a group of Elves out of the corner of his golden eye, charging towards him with spears in their hands. These Elves were of no use to Glawr so he opened his great maw and snapped them up, within a second they were gone and no more than memories to their friends and families and barely a mouthful to the great dragon. More arrows began flying towards Glawr who swung his whip-like tail, uprooting trees, breaking buildings and sending the archers flying through the air.

Finally, Glawr had had enough. He beat his wings, blowing any remaining Elves away. He rose back up into the air, and with great speed he flew back toward his horde in the Blue Mountains, where he would put his newly acquired Elves to use.

[ April 30, 2003: Message edited by: piosenniel ]

04-26-2003, 11:07 AM	#1
piosenniel Desultory Dwimmerlaik Join Date: Mar 2002 Location: Pickin' flowers with Bill the Cat..... Posts: 7,779	Hunt for the Dragon RPG dragoneyes' post The dark green of the forest of Mirkwood drew near beneath Glawr as he flew through the air. He began his decent towards his target. His shadow grew bigger as he got lower, the trees below him waved frantically as the wind rushed behind him. Glawr slowed up a little and rose up higher into the air, surveying the area. He found the dwellings of the Elves and circled above them, picking out the smithies and working places of the blacksmiths and jewelers. A barrage of arrows flew up to greet him, though they did nothing but ping harmlessly off his thick, strong scales. It did, however, serve to enrage him. No matter how pathetic an attack was, any attempt to harm Glawr, he would commit to memory so he could take his revenge on them another day. The screams of the Elves as they ran for cover pleased Glawr; his reputation for destruction was growing. Glawr ceased his circling and hung in the air, the arrows were no longer firing and no bird or beast made a sound. There was only the beating of Glawr's large wings. Suddenly he stopped and he fell like a stone onto the settlement below. There was a satisfying crunch as the houses and trees gave beneath him. Immediately, he grabbed for his prizes, the Elvish smiths and jewelers. Once he had those in his grasp he could, perhaps, teach these Elves a lesson. He now held in his claws twenty or so Elves, all he wanted to take for now. He noticed a group of Elves out of the corner of his golden eye, charging towards him with spears in their hands. These Elves were of no use to Glawr so he opened his great maw and snapped them up, within a second they were gone and no more than memories to their friends and families and barely a mouthful to the great dragon. More arrows began flying towards Glawr who swung his whip-like tail, uprooting trees, breaking buildings and sending the archers flying through the air. Finally, Glawr had had enough. He beat his wings, blowing any remaining Elves away. He rose back up into the air, and with great speed he flew back toward his horde in the Blue Mountains, where he would put his newly acquired Elves to use. [ April 30, 2003: Message edited by: piosenniel ] __________________ Eldest, that’s what I am . . . I knew the dark under the stars when it was fearless - before the Dark Lord came from Outside.