RE: Wings of Fury 2
07-05-2021, 09:47 PM
(This post was last modified: 07-05-2021, 09:48 PM by Cidellus.)
Sir Henri looked at Brom, Rozenn, and Avag. He heard their complaints, and he seemed to soften for a moment as he prepared to speak.
Then there came the distant, booming sound of wings and a dragon's startling roar that shook them all. Sir Henri's expression shifted back to resolute courage as he reached into his saddlebags, pulling out a lasso which he buckled to his belt. Then he pulled out two more and looked back to them.
"Why, my friends, I intend to ride the sky," he grinned with a laugh. "Follow if you all wish, or don't! See to your safety! YAH!"
And he and his horse were off down the path at breakneck speeds, a lasso in each of his hands. Those who chose to follow rushed up the path after him to find a verdant mountain meadow filled with wildflowers and the occasional tree. From a huge ancient stone fortress on the opposite side of the field flew an enormous black dragon, beating her wings with purposeful rage.
"You had best come as supplicants!" roared this ferocious dragon as she approached with thunderous flaps of her wings. "Bow before me, and you may escape uncindered!"
"A TRUE KNIGHT BOWS ONLY BEFORE HIS GODS AND HIS LIEGE, DRAGON, AND YOU ARE NEITHER!" Sir Henri roared out, not slowing his gallop as he began to rise and stand on his saddle. He started to spin his lassos, and the dragon dived in close before flying overhead, bathing Henri and his horse both in overwhelming amounts of fire.
Their view of Henri was obscured for a moment as the dragon spun around and began flying back towards her lair. Then they saw it: lasso'd to the dragon with two well-thrown ropes was Henri de Montenay, climbing his way up towards the dragon's body as he dangled high above the ground. Even his warhorse was unharmed as she galloped back towards them, her enchanted caparison and armor having protected her from the burst of dragonfire.
Then there came the distant, booming sound of wings and a dragon's startling roar that shook them all. Sir Henri's expression shifted back to resolute courage as he reached into his saddlebags, pulling out a lasso which he buckled to his belt. Then he pulled out two more and looked back to them.
"Why, my friends, I intend to ride the sky," he grinned with a laugh. "Follow if you all wish, or don't! See to your safety! YAH!"
And he and his horse were off down the path at breakneck speeds, a lasso in each of his hands. Those who chose to follow rushed up the path after him to find a verdant mountain meadow filled with wildflowers and the occasional tree. From a huge ancient stone fortress on the opposite side of the field flew an enormous black dragon, beating her wings with purposeful rage.
"You had best come as supplicants!" roared this ferocious dragon as she approached with thunderous flaps of her wings. "Bow before me, and you may escape uncindered!"
"A TRUE KNIGHT BOWS ONLY BEFORE HIS GODS AND HIS LIEGE, DRAGON, AND YOU ARE NEITHER!" Sir Henri roared out, not slowing his gallop as he began to rise and stand on his saddle. He started to spin his lassos, and the dragon dived in close before flying overhead, bathing Henri and his horse both in overwhelming amounts of fire.
Their view of Henri was obscured for a moment as the dragon spun around and began flying back towards her lair. Then they saw it: lasso'd to the dragon with two well-thrown ropes was Henri de Montenay, climbing his way up towards the dragon's body as he dangled high above the ground. Even his warhorse was unharmed as she galloped back towards them, her enchanted caparison and armor having protected her from the burst of dragonfire.