Battling The Ancient Wyrm
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Title: Battling the Ancient Wyrm
Author: Sam the Scribe
Hello friend! In my position as house scribe to Lord Raven I hear many interesting tales. Here is one of my favorites:
... Lord Thorn wipes the Deamon blood from his blade. Eyeing the trees carefully he nudges Valor along the narrow pass at the south end of Deamon Alley. The warhorse whinnies nervously and Thorn readies his sword and draws his shield across his chest. A low rumbling comes from the trees ahead. Thorn realizes an Ancient Wyrm has come out of the cave and is taking a drink of water along the shore. A Deamon also lurks near the rocks. "This may be difficult." Thorn whispers to his trusty steed. Attracting the attention of the Deamon without dragging over the Wyrm is a challenge so Thorn uses his years of training to execute an exact military maneuver. He tosses a chicken leg and smacks the Deamon squarely on the side of the head. As the Deamon heads towards him, the Wyrm slurps at the water with it's massive tongue, undisturbed. Thorn leads the deamon around the rocks and dispatches it quickly. Realizing that his weapon is unsuited for the Wyrm, Lord Thorn heads to the gypsy camp and retrives a Soul Seeker. Returning to make a stand against the Ancient Wyrm, Thorn sees that another deamon is over near the water.
Realizing that he has no chance of dispatching both, he quickly returns to Lord Raven's house to summon help.
Lord Raven closes a book on Pirates and hears the loud clatter of hooves coming up the stairs. Stepping onto the teleporter he comes face-to-face with Thorn and is told of the monstrous beast. Ignoring Thorn's pleas to accompany him, Raven instructs Thorn to find Splinter and teleports to the Haven Moongate. Spurring Ginseng on Lord Raven races through Rat Alley ignoring the scores of ratmen and brigands that shout challenges to him. Crashing through the trees he munches on an orange petal and begins to say the words that have brought him so many victories. Vas Corp Por! Advancing carefully he targets an open area near the Ancient Wyrm and drops two energy vortexes. As their energy dissipates he repeatesly blasts the monstrous beast with every spell combination he can summon. Many times the massive creature was close to death, however it's beastly mind also had knowledge of magery and it would heal itself again and again. As the battle rages the giant beast repeatedly grazes Raven's armor with it's rows of daggar like teeth. Wiping the sweat from his brow, Raven hears the sound of hoves fast approaching.
STOP! DO NOT COME NEAR! Raven shouts, hoping to save some innocent passerby from a horrible death... but a flash of white armor and the whizzing of arrows brings a smile to the old mages face.
The patrons and particularly the barmaids at the tavern were admiring the comely young lad in the shiny white armor. He spun tales of battles with Dragons and Titans. Outside a commotion as the pounding of horses hooves came up to the door. Startling the drunken patrons, Lord Thorn came crashing through the door, kocking one off it's hinges. Breathing heavily from the exertion of the long ride Thorn gasped... Raven... Ancient Wyrm... Deamon Alley.... GO HELP! Needing no further instruction, Lord Splinter grabbed his bow from the chair and ran thru the door, jumping onto the back of his trusty steed Honor he tore off towards Deamon Alley.
After a hard ride Thorn came into the dreaded place and heard the roars of the mighty dragon and the chanting of spells from his long time friend, Raven. Notching arrow to bow and spurring Honor on he let loose a mighty cry... FORUL SOLUM! As he rides past Raven he notices the fingers of his old friend are charred and smoking from the incredible powers he has unleashed at the beast.
Splinter cries out, "Take relief my Lord, I shall take up the fight!" The first of many arrows sails towards the scaley hide of the mighty beast, striking with the force of true aim and strength.
The Wyrm shudders and turns towards Splinter, roaring and casting fire from it's eyes. Unable to distract the beast with energy vortexes and other tricks of magery, Lord Splinter relied on his war horse Honor to provide a steady ride and to keep him close enough to maintain effective fire while escaping the gaping jaws of the dragon. Again and again firing arrows at close range the skilled archer drains the monster of it's strength and life.
A final arrow pierces the throat of the mighty beast and it collapses heavily to the ground... letting out one last long growl as life escapes it's lungs.
Thorn and Raven ride out of the valley... they can hear the roars of the Deamons but are approached by none.
Perhaps the evil beasts have decided it's best not to mess with those that kill the Ancient Wyrm.
THE END