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Part 3: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/17695434/
Part 5: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/18556994/
(For the person who asked, no these chapters are not always in chronological order! But they may be sometimes. The next chapter will probably directly follow this one, chronologically...)
It had been almost two months since Gaaren had left Drakespire with his company of fighters. In the recent years, one of Drakespire's few allies, the ancient city-state of Helm-Rhun, had been under threat from a rival power in the region. Drakespire's king, eager to help his long time friend, the lord bishop of Helm-Rhun, shared some of his own forces to assist with security. At present, there were over seven thousand Drakespire soldiers, among them four hundred warrior dragons, residing within the walls of Helm-Rhun. Gaaren himself had been offered a half-year deployment to the city months prior when it was believed an attack was imminent, and just three days into his stay was called to action when a small band of infiltrators attempted to kill the lord bishop. They didn't get a shot at the theocratic dictator, however, since Gaaren's men crushed them before they could even make it through the front doors of the royal temple. In the hours following the failed assassination attempt, the Helm-Rhun soldiers, accompanied by dragon troops, were able to chase out a small army of enemy panthers from the city's only blind spot- a valley to the east- and secure the land outside the walls for miles around. A success, by any standard.
Since then, the eastern nation of Kalmar, a desert country occupied almost entirely by the panther clans, had suffered an invasion of it's own by Drakespire and Helm-Rhun's allied army. Within merely ten days, the dragons, wolves and gators of the alliance had swept across the land, wiping out the standing army and killing any panther, military or not, in sight, with the exception of a few collaborators. Those who remained of the five panther clans were in the process of being hunted down and exterminated, at the command of the lord bishop. For over a century they had coveted Helm-Rhun and now, they would pay the price for their ambitions.
Gaaren turned a page in his book. The warrior dragon was enjoying another calm and relaxing day in his room, within the managerial wing of the army headquarters situated only two miles north of the royal temple. He sat at a table, on a sturdy wooden chair, both of which, like the rest of his room's furniture, were made specially for him by one of Helm-Rhun's carpenters to suit his huge, eight foot frame. Gaaren continued reading down the page and reached for his half-drunk glass of red wine on the table. Well, to Gaaren, it was a glass. It was, in actuality, a large pitcher. The large, gold dragon drank down some more of its contents, then lowered it back on the wooden surface.
"...My years of journeying, my decades in the temple, they all had led to this moment. And, I would have gladly given another century, if not all my remaining years, if it meant prolonging my time within his realm." the book read. "As I felt my body shifting entirely from the mortal plane, my surroundings warped into the likeness of a grand, heavenly city, built of stone, and stretching over the horizon in every direction. I stood on a huge stone plateau , the edges of the miles-wide rock seperated from the city by calm rivers which sparkled in the distance under the light of the blazing sun. The faraway buildings seemed to number in the tens of thousands, and increased in height the further they were from the plateau, the tallest piercing the clouds. It was then, I felt a warm, soothing wind blow across the plateau from behind me, and I turned back. It was him. At the edge of the stone plateau, was the one I had come here searching for. The golden god himself! I was stunned, unable to move or turn away- His magnificence... was beyond describing. He-"
Gaaren's reading was interrupted when he heard foot steps coming from the corridor. The dragon turned his eyes from his book to the stone doorway, which was covered by a curtain. The steps, of which there were two pairs, came closer until the curtain was lifted aside by a scaly, green hand, revealing the alligator it belonged to and a brown-furred wolf. The duo stepped through the doorway, the wolf passing through first, then the larger gator. The wolf, Gaaren recognized. He was Rex, one of the Helm-Rhun soldiers who had been assigned to Gaaren as an assistant for the first two weeks of his deployment in the city. Rex was taller than most of Helm-Rhun's wolves, being six foot four, and was decently buff, even if some of his muscle definition was obscured by his longer than average fur. He wore a black version of the Helm-Rhun army shorts, which were typically green, and around his neck, one of the silver amulets in the shape of a stylized gator head, which were worn by all wolves in the army. The gator with him, Gaaren had not personally met before. He was an inch or two taller than Rex, and larger looking overall like most other gators. He wore brown shorts, like the usual military gators, and a steel shoulder guard on his left side, connected to his belt by a leather strap, on which hung a fearsome dagger worn level with the gator's chest. He also wore a wolf-head amulet like others of his kind, and had a standard issue gator axe hanging from his belt. Rex was less armed, with only a short sword at his hip- Gaaren recognized it as one of the personal defense blades carried by elite wolf troops. Both Rex and the gator, Gaaren noticed, were carrying things- Rex had both his paws wrapped around something small, while the gator, having bigger hands, held something similar in size securely within one lightly clenched fist.
"Rex. It's been a while", Gaaren said, turning to his guests. "I was wondering where they sent you off to".
The gold dragon turned his book face down on the table on the page he was reading, exposing the front of the book, which was titled "The account of Vylmaar the flameless". Under the title, was a warning written in bold, red letters. "Confidential royal document. DO NOT READ WITHOUT AUTHORIZATION."
"I see they promoted you", Gaaren said.
"Yes, sir, it has", Rex replied. "And yeah, they made me an elite yesterday. I've been in Kalmar since they reassigned me from your company, just got back this morning..." he said.
"Kalmar, huh? How was it?" Gaaren asked.
"Dusty. And warm, even warmer than Helm-Rhun. Didn't see any action til the last hour of my deployment though. Took out an assassin just before he could knife General Sever in the back. That's how I got the new shorts, and the fancy blade here", Rex said, looking at his short sword.
"Hm. Good. So what brings you here? Did they put you back on my team?"
"Not quite, sir. I'm supposed to recruit two warrior dragons from the company to serve as the general's bodyguards, and I'm meant to hear your reccomendations... but, that's not why I'm here right now." The wolf said, with a confusing tone. "There were some... guests we found downstairs in the mail room. Said they were looking for you when we caught them."
"Right... Where are they now?" The dragon asked.
"Well, uh... We brought them. I know this sounds weird, sir, but... look."
Rex held his right paw out, and his gator companion did the same, unclenching his green, scaled hand. Displayed for Gaaren, in the brown wolf's palm, was a smaller, black wolf, at a size that couldn't have been bigger than two and a half inches at most. In the gator's hand, was a slightly smaller, gray little dragon.
"They wouldn't tell us how they got here, sir", said the gator. "They're not from Helm-Rhun, and I can tell this little guy isn't one of your Drakespire dragons. When I said I would make a snack out of them, they told us they were friends of yours." He finished.
"They are, lucky for them. Just leave them on the table." Gaaren said, with a quiet grumble.
The gator stepped forward first and moved his hand down to the table, allowing the gray dragon to climb off his palm, down to the wood surface.
"You're lucky, lizard..." he said.
Rex followed, and brought his paw to the table, next to the dragon. The little wolf, however, stayed put. Rex gently, and slowly began to tip his palm over, and the wolf jumped down to the table when he began to slide off. But as Rex began to pull away, the much smaller wolf held onto one of his fingertips briefly, only letting go when Rex, in confusion, stopped pulling away. The brown wolf was allowed to withdraw his paw the second time, and stepped back from the table.
"So, Rex, are you on duty this evening?" Gaaren asked casually.
"I finish at five thirty, sir." The wolf replied.
"Good... Well, come on back here when you're done." Gaaren said. "We can discuss the warrior dragons. I should be able to pick out a dozen candidates to go through. And we'll catch up."
"Will do, sir. I'll see you then." Rex answered. The gator and Rex turned to the doorway, and passed through the curtain, walking away through the corridor.
"You know, this isn't Drakespire. You don't have to sneak around in this city", Gaaren said to the tiny wolf and dragon on his table. He brought one of his huge, golden hands to the tabletop and hovered it over the pair. After a moment, he picked one of them- the wolf, and firmly grabbed him between his thumb and finger.
"But when you do go sneaking around..." Gaaren said, lifting the little black wolf off the table. "I would prefer it, if you..." he continued, taking the wolf down to the floor and placing him before one of his big dragon feet, which he raised, then brought back down, firmly pinning the wolf. "...Didn't get caught."
"You're not off the hook either, little dragon", he said, grabbing the needle-sized staff the much smaller dragon was holding, then putting it down several inches away. His hand moved back to the staff's tiny owner and descended, briefly pinning the gray dragon to the table as he nabbed his little tail between two fingers, and lifted him up.
Gaaren brought the tiny dragon up to his maw, which he opened, casually placing the dragon on his huge, wet and warm tongue then releasing his tail. The golden giant closed his jaws, and leaned back in his chair. Picking his book back up and continuing reading where he left off, he began to taste the dragon just as he began to feel the miniature wolf squirming under his foot.
Another story chapter I managed to finish after sitting on it for a while. This time we are introduced to the super great Rex, and learn some more about the Drakespire situation.
Comments appreciated?
Part 5: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/18556994/
(For the person who asked, no these chapters are not always in chronological order! But they may be sometimes. The next chapter will probably directly follow this one, chronologically...)
It had been almost two months since Gaaren had left Drakespire with his company of fighters. In the recent years, one of Drakespire's few allies, the ancient city-state of Helm-Rhun, had been under threat from a rival power in the region. Drakespire's king, eager to help his long time friend, the lord bishop of Helm-Rhun, shared some of his own forces to assist with security. At present, there were over seven thousand Drakespire soldiers, among them four hundred warrior dragons, residing within the walls of Helm-Rhun. Gaaren himself had been offered a half-year deployment to the city months prior when it was believed an attack was imminent, and just three days into his stay was called to action when a small band of infiltrators attempted to kill the lord bishop. They didn't get a shot at the theocratic dictator, however, since Gaaren's men crushed them before they could even make it through the front doors of the royal temple. In the hours following the failed assassination attempt, the Helm-Rhun soldiers, accompanied by dragon troops, were able to chase out a small army of enemy panthers from the city's only blind spot- a valley to the east- and secure the land outside the walls for miles around. A success, by any standard.
Since then, the eastern nation of Kalmar, a desert country occupied almost entirely by the panther clans, had suffered an invasion of it's own by Drakespire and Helm-Rhun's allied army. Within merely ten days, the dragons, wolves and gators of the alliance had swept across the land, wiping out the standing army and killing any panther, military or not, in sight, with the exception of a few collaborators. Those who remained of the five panther clans were in the process of being hunted down and exterminated, at the command of the lord bishop. For over a century they had coveted Helm-Rhun and now, they would pay the price for their ambitions.
Gaaren turned a page in his book. The warrior dragon was enjoying another calm and relaxing day in his room, within the managerial wing of the army headquarters situated only two miles north of the royal temple. He sat at a table, on a sturdy wooden chair, both of which, like the rest of his room's furniture, were made specially for him by one of Helm-Rhun's carpenters to suit his huge, eight foot frame. Gaaren continued reading down the page and reached for his half-drunk glass of red wine on the table. Well, to Gaaren, it was a glass. It was, in actuality, a large pitcher. The large, gold dragon drank down some more of its contents, then lowered it back on the wooden surface.
"...My years of journeying, my decades in the temple, they all had led to this moment. And, I would have gladly given another century, if not all my remaining years, if it meant prolonging my time within his realm." the book read. "As I felt my body shifting entirely from the mortal plane, my surroundings warped into the likeness of a grand, heavenly city, built of stone, and stretching over the horizon in every direction. I stood on a huge stone plateau , the edges of the miles-wide rock seperated from the city by calm rivers which sparkled in the distance under the light of the blazing sun. The faraway buildings seemed to number in the tens of thousands, and increased in height the further they were from the plateau, the tallest piercing the clouds. It was then, I felt a warm, soothing wind blow across the plateau from behind me, and I turned back. It was him. At the edge of the stone plateau, was the one I had come here searching for. The golden god himself! I was stunned, unable to move or turn away- His magnificence... was beyond describing. He-"
Gaaren's reading was interrupted when he heard foot steps coming from the corridor. The dragon turned his eyes from his book to the stone doorway, which was covered by a curtain. The steps, of which there were two pairs, came closer until the curtain was lifted aside by a scaly, green hand, revealing the alligator it belonged to and a brown-furred wolf. The duo stepped through the doorway, the wolf passing through first, then the larger gator. The wolf, Gaaren recognized. He was Rex, one of the Helm-Rhun soldiers who had been assigned to Gaaren as an assistant for the first two weeks of his deployment in the city. Rex was taller than most of Helm-Rhun's wolves, being six foot four, and was decently buff, even if some of his muscle definition was obscured by his longer than average fur. He wore a black version of the Helm-Rhun army shorts, which were typically green, and around his neck, one of the silver amulets in the shape of a stylized gator head, which were worn by all wolves in the army. The gator with him, Gaaren had not personally met before. He was an inch or two taller than Rex, and larger looking overall like most other gators. He wore brown shorts, like the usual military gators, and a steel shoulder guard on his left side, connected to his belt by a leather strap, on which hung a fearsome dagger worn level with the gator's chest. He also wore a wolf-head amulet like others of his kind, and had a standard issue gator axe hanging from his belt. Rex was less armed, with only a short sword at his hip- Gaaren recognized it as one of the personal defense blades carried by elite wolf troops. Both Rex and the gator, Gaaren noticed, were carrying things- Rex had both his paws wrapped around something small, while the gator, having bigger hands, held something similar in size securely within one lightly clenched fist.
"Rex. It's been a while", Gaaren said, turning to his guests. "I was wondering where they sent you off to".
The gold dragon turned his book face down on the table on the page he was reading, exposing the front of the book, which was titled "The account of Vylmaar the flameless". Under the title, was a warning written in bold, red letters. "Confidential royal document. DO NOT READ WITHOUT AUTHORIZATION."
"I see they promoted you", Gaaren said.
"Yes, sir, it has", Rex replied. "And yeah, they made me an elite yesterday. I've been in Kalmar since they reassigned me from your company, just got back this morning..." he said.
"Kalmar, huh? How was it?" Gaaren asked.
"Dusty. And warm, even warmer than Helm-Rhun. Didn't see any action til the last hour of my deployment though. Took out an assassin just before he could knife General Sever in the back. That's how I got the new shorts, and the fancy blade here", Rex said, looking at his short sword.
"Hm. Good. So what brings you here? Did they put you back on my team?"
"Not quite, sir. I'm supposed to recruit two warrior dragons from the company to serve as the general's bodyguards, and I'm meant to hear your reccomendations... but, that's not why I'm here right now." The wolf said, with a confusing tone. "There were some... guests we found downstairs in the mail room. Said they were looking for you when we caught them."
"Right... Where are they now?" The dragon asked.
"Well, uh... We brought them. I know this sounds weird, sir, but... look."
Rex held his right paw out, and his gator companion did the same, unclenching his green, scaled hand. Displayed for Gaaren, in the brown wolf's palm, was a smaller, black wolf, at a size that couldn't have been bigger than two and a half inches at most. In the gator's hand, was a slightly smaller, gray little dragon.
"They wouldn't tell us how they got here, sir", said the gator. "They're not from Helm-Rhun, and I can tell this little guy isn't one of your Drakespire dragons. When I said I would make a snack out of them, they told us they were friends of yours." He finished.
"They are, lucky for them. Just leave them on the table." Gaaren said, with a quiet grumble.
The gator stepped forward first and moved his hand down to the table, allowing the gray dragon to climb off his palm, down to the wood surface.
"You're lucky, lizard..." he said.
Rex followed, and brought his paw to the table, next to the dragon. The little wolf, however, stayed put. Rex gently, and slowly began to tip his palm over, and the wolf jumped down to the table when he began to slide off. But as Rex began to pull away, the much smaller wolf held onto one of his fingertips briefly, only letting go when Rex, in confusion, stopped pulling away. The brown wolf was allowed to withdraw his paw the second time, and stepped back from the table.
"So, Rex, are you on duty this evening?" Gaaren asked casually.
"I finish at five thirty, sir." The wolf replied.
"Good... Well, come on back here when you're done." Gaaren said. "We can discuss the warrior dragons. I should be able to pick out a dozen candidates to go through. And we'll catch up."
"Will do, sir. I'll see you then." Rex answered. The gator and Rex turned to the doorway, and passed through the curtain, walking away through the corridor.
"You know, this isn't Drakespire. You don't have to sneak around in this city", Gaaren said to the tiny wolf and dragon on his table. He brought one of his huge, golden hands to the tabletop and hovered it over the pair. After a moment, he picked one of them- the wolf, and firmly grabbed him between his thumb and finger.
"But when you do go sneaking around..." Gaaren said, lifting the little black wolf off the table. "I would prefer it, if you..." he continued, taking the wolf down to the floor and placing him before one of his big dragon feet, which he raised, then brought back down, firmly pinning the wolf. "...Didn't get caught."
"You're not off the hook either, little dragon", he said, grabbing the needle-sized staff the much smaller dragon was holding, then putting it down several inches away. His hand moved back to the staff's tiny owner and descended, briefly pinning the gray dragon to the table as he nabbed his little tail between two fingers, and lifted him up.
Gaaren brought the tiny dragon up to his maw, which he opened, casually placing the dragon on his huge, wet and warm tongue then releasing his tail. The golden giant closed his jaws, and leaned back in his chair. Picking his book back up and continuing reading where he left off, he began to taste the dragon just as he began to feel the miniature wolf squirming under his foot.
Another story chapter I managed to finish after sitting on it for a while. This time we are introduced to the super great Rex, and learn some more about the Drakespire situation.
Comments appreciated?
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