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    Knar
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    Default The Beginnings of a Legend



    (OOC: This is the first time I've actually written anything in a Role Playing forum, and this is kind of a spur-of-the-moment idea (i.e. it's a rough draft); please do not be too harsh.)

    Rhuarc was, according to the Family Tombs passed down generation after generation, a legend. A skilled fighter at a young age he was, and a brilliant tactician as well. He lived during the time of Drulkar, God of the Dragons. A devout follower of Drulkar, he served under the elite corp of the Defenders of Drulkar. Only the strongest and smartest dragons could ever hope to join this mini-society of Drulkar's Guard.
    Of course, Rhuarc was never the best at what he did. Other legends of other families including Reork, Kelphin, and Bel'Aruun all outshown Rhuarc in ability and wit. These Dragons are much more well-known throughout Dragon society, and even some biped scholars know of these heroes. However, this matters little; our story is that of a young Dragon with Rhuarc's blood flowing in his veins.

    Knar eyed the portal dubiously. How can that thing transport someone without destroying it? he thought to himself. The short steps leading to the portal were worn with use, but Knar saw no one around that could have been using them. A circle of stone seemed to levitate between the steps Knar studied and another set behind it. The edged were carved with ancient runes, all of which the hatchling could not decipher. Within this circle, however, was what startled Knar the most.
    The surface looked something like water, but only in that it rippled like when a stone is thrown in a pond. The color was something like a pearl with flecks of blue, red and violet swirling around in it. It didn't seem possible. Knar was sure that if he walked into this quicksilver-like liquid, he would surely just come out the other end covered in it.
    May Drulkar favor me. Knar stepped up the stairs with the look of determination in his eye. Standing face-to-portal, the hatchling lifted a cautious claw to test out the portal. He slipped a lone talon into the liquid, and quickly drew it back out. A small stream of the liquid followed his claw for a time, but sprang back into its whirlpool home. Knar leapt backwards in fright, but slipped on the smooth stone stairs and fell to the ground.
    "What is this madness?" he growled. He could still feel the residue of the liquid on his claw; conflicting feelings swam in it. Cold and warm, smooth and course, wet and dry, all at the same time."It's not possible..." Knar growled again. Studying the portal and then his claw, and back again, Knar made the decision. He set his claw down on the ground firmly, and readied himself.
    Talons spraying up the stone walkway, Knar flung himself at the swirling vortex of the portal. He let out a cry of defiance at this strange thing, and flew headlong into the liquid. Light enveloped him, and darkness surrounded him. He was as light as a bird, but was crushed under the weight of a mountain at the same time. He breathed pure rapture, but was drowning as well. Cold and warm, smooth and course, wet and dry, all at the same time! The force of the portal was killing Knar and he knew it. Frantically, he looked for a way out. Yet there was nothing but the strange liquid everywhere.
    Knar's lungs burned for air, but every breath brought on more rapture, and more slow death. His mind raced for a solution to this problem, but he could not come up with anything; he was to die here, then.
    But Knar would not take that. Inside, he built up the magic of his ancestors. The Primal force was a guiding light in this alien world, and the hatchling followed it. He gathered more and more magic to himself until he thought he would burst with it. The liquid seemed to fade, and Knar could see the land around him through the translucent shield. He pushed harder, and the land showed through a bit more. The magic inside him was ready to fill him completely, but he was taught that it would kill him if he gave in to it. And yet he drew more to himself. The feeling of power from the magic started to turn to a sharp pain in his mind. Knar finally released the Primal force into the Portal.
    Pure light exploded outward from the hatchling. A great boom accompanied the light, and a cloud of dust and debris spread out in a dome from Knar. The light, however angelic it looked, was pain inside Knar. Every fiber of his being shook as barbed needles of magic struck him over and over. Knar had thought the Portal was bad, but that was a cuddle with a lover compared to the new pain. His mind was being torn apart by the magic he had unleashed, as was his body. A gutteral scream arose from Knar's throat, and with the last moment of conciousness, he asked: Drulkar, what have I done to deserve this punishment?!

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    Knar
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    Default Re: The Beginnings of a Legend

    Some feedback on what everyone thinks of this little piece would be appreciated as well.

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    Default Re: The Beginnings of a Legend

    Very nice [:)]

    It's too bad the new tutorial island does not yet have the encyclopedia of necessary dragon knowledge so that poor Knar would have known to choose a destination first. [:D]
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