Post by Sledge on Nov 6, 2003 1:05:59 GMT
The chests are almost full now. Each containing small viles of foul smelling dark red liquid. Liquid of a magic that no man, nor dwarf would understand. Only ancient elves, ones who are closely connected to the beast ever come close to understanding the metalic flashes and churning of the liquid inside it's glass viles. The beasts which bore the liquid with-in it's vains now long gone but it's blood still lives.
"I knows ye, I knows ye all. Ye kin nots stands dat one's o ye lives dar. Lives so close ta man. De one dat does dat is powerful, and ye all wants ta be de one. Dat's whys ye knows when ones of ye dies, and dat's why dar is always one's dar." The dwarf said to himself as he lowered one more vile of blood into the large chest almost full now.
The black ash and smell of smoke in his beard bringing back the memories. Memories of rage, death, burning. Memories of shouts, cries and screems. Memories of the day the Ancient Red Dragon tried to make his clans home his.
"Dat one failed too's." His words trailed off echoing off the walls of his home as if someone else were answering.
"A's life fer a's life. I's many more ta collect." The solid thud of the chest lid closing seemed to satisfy the dwarf in some way and his shoulders slumped and a tired look came to his face.
"Time fer me bath, I's loves dis desert nights fer dat."
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"I knows ye, I knows ye all. Ye kin nots stands dat one's o ye lives dar. Lives so close ta man. De one dat does dat is powerful, and ye all wants ta be de one. Dat's whys ye knows when ones of ye dies, and dat's why dar is always one's dar." The dwarf said to himself as he lowered one more vile of blood into the large chest almost full now.
The black ash and smell of smoke in his beard bringing back the memories. Memories of rage, death, burning. Memories of shouts, cries and screems. Memories of the day the Ancient Red Dragon tried to make his clans home his.
"Dat one failed too's." His words trailed off echoing off the walls of his home as if someone else were answering.
"A's life fer a's life. I's many more ta collect." The solid thud of the chest lid closing seemed to satisfy the dwarf in some way and his shoulders slumped and a tired look came to his face.
"Time fer me bath, I's loves dis desert nights fer dat."
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I have added this and Imon's story into books as part of Fredian.