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Post by Drago Lestrade on May 6, 2008 20:29:11 GMT
[ModNote: Continued from Thick As Thieves.] *If one of the sentrys, mireman or a goblins had been looking up above the spires of Marblehead at this perticular moment they would have seen, siloweted aginst the fadeing orange glow of dusk and the deep dark blue of the approching night, a dragon like creature that was circaling the castle looking for somewere close by to land but also a place that was hidden from view as much as possible.* "Down there Lokie that out crop of rock and thouse few trees should cover our landing." *Drago said pointing out the spot he ment to Lokie.* "Hummmm well i don't know Drago... i still think we should land on one of the spiers. After all we got away with it back at that Inn."*Lokie replied.* "But back at that Inn we we'rent going to breack in and steal some goods and nor was that Inn bering patroled by Goblins and other vile creatures. No Lokie land there." "As you wish Drago."*Lokie swooped sown low over the water of The Great Mire and then banked left to get behind the Rocy out crop, below the tree line and out of sight of Marblehead and its gaurds.* "Journys end i'm affraid Stiletta." *Drago said as he (reluctently) slid from her arms and dismounted Lokie.* "Allow me to help you out that first step off is a deceptivly long drop." *He held out a hand to help Stiletta down from the sadle.* "And then we can begin to plan how to procede in this little adventure of ours."
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Post by Stiletta [2nd account] on May 8, 2008 16:21:12 GMT
*Stiletta takes Drago's hand and slides off Lokie's back, landing quite heavily despite Drago's assistance. The impact causes one of her knees to give way beneath her and she collapses onto the floor. After a moment, she gets to her feet*
"You certainly weren't wrong about it being a deceptive height! Well, that's my lesson learned, I'll be more careful descending from Lokie from now on"
*Looking around her*
"Well, now we have to decide what way we're going to get into Marblehead...above, between, or below? Each way has its hazards..."
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Post by Drago Lestrade on May 11, 2008 20:43:48 GMT
*Looks at the impossing towers of Marblehead.*
"Hmmm don't know about you Stiletta but i don't fancy trying to scale thouse walls. And i don't think they'd be to happy if we just knocked on the font door so i guess that eliminates the between opption."
"I think below might be the best opption."
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Post by Stiletta [2nd account] on May 12, 2008 16:11:44 GMT
"Right, well there is a network of tunnels underneath Marblehead - they branch off in different directions so there is a slight chance we could get lost. Unless...do you have anything with you that we could mark the walls with so that we know which way we've come? The trapdoor in Marblehead that leads down to the tunnels is in the dungeons...at least it was the last time I was there"
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Post by Drago Lestrade on May 15, 2008 17:02:43 GMT
*Drago takes all this information in.*
"Hmmmm i think i have something...hold on a moment."
*He goes over to Lokie and starts to ratch in the saddle bags. He finaly produces a peice of chalk.*
"I confiscated this from a couple of would-be dragon russlers a few months back."
*He smirked*
"I happend upon them trying to steal some Dragon eggs. they were useing this chalk to mark the eggs which they thought would be most profitable."
"I may be no longer an offical Dragon Warden....but they didn't know that."
*He winked.*
"Took most of their money etc including this chalk and left them bound up for the REAL wardens to find."
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Post by Stiletta [2nd account] on May 17, 2008 16:12:48 GMT
"Oh, excellent work! And that piece of chalk will do the job very well, we won't get lost now. Incidentally...dragon egg-thieves are one of the worst types of scum, I hope they got a long, long jail sentence for what they were going to do!"
*Then, Stiletta blushes, which, when she finds herself doing that, makes her flustered*
"I...if we do get lost in the tunnels...then...well what I'm trying to say is...I'd say you're the best person I could get lost with"
*Uncharacteristacally, she looks down at her feet after saying this*
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Post by Drago Lestrade on May 17, 2008 16:29:42 GMT
*Drago also blushes he's not use to haveing that type of an effect on girls. He looks at Stiletta the Warrior woman has gone replaced by a nervous and shy school girl. This in turn made Drago shy and nervous and he also looked around awkwardly.*
*Lokie rolls his eyes and nudges Drago towards Stiletta.*
"Well??...Go on fool..if you need proof there it is."
*Drago gives Lokie a dirty look but dose indeed go over to Stiletta. He pauses for a moment or two not realy sure what to do next. Then he tentevily puts his arms around her and holds her close to him.*
"And your the best person i could get lost with."
*He says to her. then he wispers some other things to her.*
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Post by Stiletta [2nd account] on May 19, 2008 15:54:17 GMT
*Stiletta freezes a little when she hears what Drago says in her ear, but it's not in shock, just in surprise. She knew he had a crush on her, but didn't realise just how much he liked her until now. She lets herself be hugged, enjoying it, but then after a few moments...*
"Well! I do think it's about time we got moving...that treasure is begging to be stolen!"
*She pulls back and grins broadly at Drago and then Lokie. The old Stiletta is back*
"As the saying goes, time and tide wait for no man. Or in this case, man, woman and fire-drake"
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Post by Drago Lestrade on May 19, 2008 22:06:38 GMT
*Drago returned her grin.*
"Indeed Stiletta. Onwards to the treasure. I think it best Lokie stay here though."
*Turns to Lokie.*
"No offence Lokie but two human's sneeking in have a chance of going undetected......a Fire-Drake not so much."
*Lokie brissles at this but knows Drago is right.*
"Hummph if you say so Drago...though I beg to differ. However I will wait here"
"Your disagrement is duely noted Lokie"
*Drago chides him. Lokie decides to retaliate.*
"And besides I'm sure you and Miss Stiletta would preffer to be left alone.....three's a crowd after all."
*He says in an off handed manner.*
*Drago coughs nervously again, but picks up sword from Lokie's saddle and the chalk.*
"If your all Set Stiletta then lead the way."
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Post by Stiletta [2nd account] on May 27, 2008 15:58:34 GMT
*To Lokie*
"I'm not sure when we'll be back from Marblehead, but it'll be a few hours at least. Keep an eye out for us returning though, as we might just have to make a quick escape...if you see us running rather than walking towards you, that's the cue to get ready to take off. See you later and I hope we don't have to make a quick exit, it'll be nice to examine the treasures we've stolen before we go back to wherever our base camp will be"
*She turns to Drago, nods at him to show she's ready to go and then walks off towards Marblehead, which is not that far away. From this distance she can see the entrance to the tunnel network, and even the slight glow that emanates from it*
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Post by Drago Lestrade on May 28, 2008 20:55:30 GMT
*Drago straps his sword to his waits and pockest the chalk. He pasues for a second then reches back into Lokie's sadle pouches and brings out a lenth of rope.* "Never know when you may need a rope." *He says and slings it over his right shoulder. He then sets off after Stiletta.* (OOC: Continues in "Onwards To The Treasure" in The Dungeon)
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Post by The March of Ides on Mar 15, 2011 18:53:56 GMT
[OOC: "Well, now we have to decide what way we're going to get into Marblehead...above, between, or below? Each way has its hazards..." I think I see a reference to The Five Doctors. ] *Somewhere, a realm's worth of calendars have left March the 14th behind. This can only mean one thing. Red sky at morning, Knightmare's warning. Red letter day. Red lightning. A strawberry streak lashes the ground. Between the devilish towers of Marblehead and the deep green mire, a baby sleeps. His dreams, and how bad they may be, are unknown. But when he wakes, he will not hesitate to share the nightmare.* [OOC: Last seen in Fearward March.]
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Post by The March of Ides on Jun 13, 2011 16:53:13 GMT
*Eventually the baby wakes. As he stretches, his body stretches: creases of baby fat become smooth, only to wrinkle; hair grows, weak and wispy; his swaddling clothes tear and repair themselves into a tunic. A tired old man lies on the ground. He groans.*
I feel in need of yet more sleep, But greater still the need to creep...
Again the March of Ides changes, his curiosity shifting away the appearance of years until a boy of about 12 is sitting, then standing up to inspect the surrounds. The abundant gloom neither excites nor scares him. He runs a series of fingers around his left nostril, then his right, pirouettes and flicks away his excavations with wild air stenography. He smears his fingers clean on a stray stand of mireweed, which he proceeds to eat for no particular reason. He's quite sure it's the best thing he's ever tasted. Then he wanders off, casting his glance in all directions so as not to miss something interesting.
He finds it the moment he spots, from afar, a dozing firedrake.*
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Post by The March of Ides on Jan 12, 2012 19:19:32 GMT
[OOC: Sorry, I hadn't meant to leave it so long between posts.] *Lokie stirs. He isn't sure how long it's been since Drago and Stiletta set off. Would they have made it to the treasure chamber by now? Or did they get sidetracked? Either way, best that they get on with it away from him. Someone is here though. Lokie becomes aware of the lad standing next to him.*
Lokie: Can I help you? Not that I particularly want to.*The March grins.* An oddity it is for sure, And now it talks! Will it say more? Lokie: It is a dragon, it as you may have noticed was sleeping, and it prevails upon you to show the proper respect and let that sleep resume. [OOC: That almost turned into a terrible Thomas Cook advert. ]
*Lokie shuts his eyes.*
Lokie: And do not now tickle me, for that would be incredibly trite.A dragon! Yet of no great size. But nonetheless we'll reach the skies! *Lokie opens an eye.*
Lokie: If you are proposing to fly upon me... NO. My current passengers will be returning soon and are far too dependent on me to share me with a passing child. Now kindly be gone from here.*Another grin spreads across the March's face, but it is a more wicked one this time. As Lokie watches, he age-shifts, advancing some six or seven years.* Lokie: Curious. Thank you for sharing that. And now, as requested, would you... what the bl- ooh!*The March has leapt onto Lokie's back.* Lokie: How dare you? Disembark by the same route you embarked, or any other route for that matter, just get off me this instant!I sssshall depart - into the air, And yyyyou, my dear, shall waive the fare! Lokie: I shall wave you goodbye, that's what I'll do. Ugh!
*Lokie tries to throw the March off, but he is too strong.*
Lokie: AGH! How many foul cretins must these lands throw at me? Very well. Stay there if you must. And I will stay here. And when Mr. and Mrs. Lestrade return, I will have the joy of watching them perforate you from addled head to insolent toe!*It starts to dawn on the March that his new pet will not do what he wants it to do. A strange sensation spreads along Lokie's back as the March sheds a few years. Moreover, the creature is doing its best to ignore him. This will not do.* It underestimates my might. Spellcasting: F, L, I, G, H, T! [OOC: One of Merlin's unused spells, to which the March as his creation has access. FLIGHT was given out to Team 12 of Series 3.] *Lokie starts to rise into the air. He is powerless to resist.*
Lokie: Cease this abuse immediately!Yours not to make reply, Yours not to reason why, Yours but to do and FLY! *The March grips the sides of Lokie's head, forcing him onward. Lokie turns and twists, desperately trying to unseat his abductor, but to no avail. Out the corner of his eye, he sees the March change once more, now appearing to be a man in his 20s.* We'll have some fun, ol' scaly-face, Provided that you know your place! Lokie shrieks: the March has sunk his teeth into the firedrake's nape. He keeps them there while he attempts to suck blood. From bitten neck to breakneck, the pair corkscrew away from Marblehead, the aerial struggle for supremacy continuing.* [OOC: Continued in Discovering a new place.]
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