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you said live and let live, no || iron forged meeting - rhosmari - 12-09-2020
FIRE AND "BRYMSTONE"
There was silence, a normal thing from the third floor of the Sanctuary. There was no one else that was up here, this place was reserved in the Dragon King and his family. But since his death there had been no one else at the had of the Forged. He stood there looking at the room and it was as if nothing had changed at all. If he really thought about it, really delved into his memories he could remember being so young and playing around up here. Thinking of nothing but the excitement of chasing after him, believing in him and knowing that he would always be here. The innocence of being but a mere child but he knew life did not hold promises and finally the day had come that would take him away. Tch. Now he was here alone and expected to rise to the occasion as he had done so many times. An orphan for the second time in his life but he would cherish what was given to him. A family. All of them. Smoke trailed up from slightly parted jaws, exposed teeth glinting in the low light of the hanging lanterns before he turned away from the room and exited to stepped down the spiral stair case. Hmm. It had been long enough....three days was what he gave to himself. To grieve but he could not sit with these heavy emotions. The funeral had been long since done, one worthy of a Dragon King. As he stepped onto the second floor he heard the sounds of the Forge hard at work, the sound of metal striking against metal.
It was one that was comforting to him, it meant that they were still unbroken. Still here. Waving his skeletal tail in beckoning he continued down to the first floor, the tapping of his metal equipped claws scrapping against bed rock as he lifted up his head to all out in earnest to the Ironfolk. "Brothers and sisters in arms walk with me to the Hall of Kings for a gathering!" He did not look back for he knew they would come and he continued forward to push open the small doors into the great hall. It was here that their footsteps echoed and the light of day poured forth from the opened Iron Gates. They had been closed for three days, only three. He would wait no longer. It was time to move on and he slowly turned around to look at them all. Clearing his throat a bit he would flick his tail toward a massive rectangular block of stone. ''It is time for our wounds to heal, for us to get back to our lives. It it is with a heavy heart that we had to bury our late Dragon King. May he rest forever. As tradition holds we will use this block picked out by his closest relative to carve his likeness so that he will never be forgotten.'' His deep and rumbling voice filled the Great Hall and he dipped his head for a moment. There was no weakness in him, his voice steady and strong before he continued on. ''I stand before you now as your new Dragon King. I, too, have had my time to grieve and now we begin something new. The world is holding her breath and I think it is time for the Ironfolk to raise hell. We have dillydallied a little too long and I'm sure you are all restless.''
He was sure that they all could agree upon this and he wondered if it was also time for him to try for his own dragon. He was not born here, he had been taken in by the late King. Hesitant on the possibility of being eaten because of his impure lineage. ''Storages are getting low, so we must start preparing. The colder it gets the more we will need. If you feel the need to travel farther beyond our lands you have my permission to do so. We have a need for an Alchemist and a Stonebreaker but those will come with time. We need not worry too hard on them or the current moment. Brothers and Sisters, the gate is open. The Dragon dismisses you all unless you have anything you need to say or discuss.'' He waited there, they had been given permission to start training, to restart their lives from when death had struck them. To patrol, to cause mayhem and he had heard that there was more life out there now a days. More groups with which to interact with.
It was one that was comforting to him, it meant that they were still unbroken. Still here. Waving his skeletal tail in beckoning he continued down to the first floor, the tapping of his metal equipped claws scrapping against bed rock as he lifted up his head to all out in earnest to the Ironfolk. "Brothers and sisters in arms walk with me to the Hall of Kings for a gathering!" He did not look back for he knew they would come and he continued forward to push open the small doors into the great hall. It was here that their footsteps echoed and the light of day poured forth from the opened Iron Gates. They had been closed for three days, only three. He would wait no longer. It was time to move on and he slowly turned around to look at them all. Clearing his throat a bit he would flick his tail toward a massive rectangular block of stone. ''It is time for our wounds to heal, for us to get back to our lives. It it is with a heavy heart that we had to bury our late Dragon King. May he rest forever. As tradition holds we will use this block picked out by his closest relative to carve his likeness so that he will never be forgotten.'' His deep and rumbling voice filled the Great Hall and he dipped his head for a moment. There was no weakness in him, his voice steady and strong before he continued on. ''I stand before you now as your new Dragon King. I, too, have had my time to grieve and now we begin something new. The world is holding her breath and I think it is time for the Ironfolk to raise hell. We have dillydallied a little too long and I'm sure you are all restless.''
He was sure that they all could agree upon this and he wondered if it was also time for him to try for his own dragon. He was not born here, he had been taken in by the late King. Hesitant on the possibility of being eaten because of his impure lineage. ''Storages are getting low, so we must start preparing. The colder it gets the more we will need. If you feel the need to travel farther beyond our lands you have my permission to do so. We have a need for an Alchemist and a Stonebreaker but those will come with time. We need not worry too hard on them or the current moment. Brothers and Sisters, the gate is open. The Dragon dismisses you all unless you have anything you need to say or discuss.'' He waited there, they had been given permission to start training, to restart their lives from when death had struck them. To patrol, to cause mayhem and he had heard that there was more life out there now a days. More groups with which to interact with.
AND I'M BACK TO MY WAYS, CAUSE I'M HEARTLESS
SEVEN YEARS I BEEN SWIMMING WITH THE SHARKS NOW
SEVEN YEARS I BEEN SWIMMING WITH THE SHARKS NOW
Re: you said live and let live, no || iron forged meeting - mars. - 12-11-2020
Seconds passed with the slow tumble of suspended grains, languid as befit only insignificant measurement. Beneath heat scorched crust mimicked the passage, celestial bodies moving across dark field in ever continuous cycle, artificial the illumination they may act by. Never halted their work, harsh the ring, a clamour speaking of creation, the scrap as metal dragged against stone, the harsh and raucous sound of war. The walls rang with such, agitation permitted freedom.
Necessary such, lonesome now the skeletal monarch housed above in secluded haven his alone, laid to rest the grief he bore from passage. Yet such may not dissuade, work found pitiful release. Among them was he but another, a face in the crowd working metal once ravaged by time and conquest, apart set for that which produced a metallic ring as struck the stone beneath. Summons voiced and acted out in beckoning gesture, vision brief in turning to connection point. To ignore the call was to invite grievous punishment upon himself, to linger a weaker invitation but no less evident, discarded thought with ease.
Familiar and short their traversal, known well and thus lost thoughts that grew heavy, laden with that he may no grace tongue with. Minimal he knew of the one that occupied head, into their fold taken by decreed, untouched his veins by the blood that connected them. Disquieted some upon prospect, his ascension met with both vocal and internal displeasure, silenced those voices once ringing with faux accusation. Lie to admit accepting Dylluan of that this pup sought, a throne he may deem his own through the draw of luck, yet he lacked ill will, desired only a return to their normalcy.
Offered this as other turned and addressal began, proven this was no interloper but no one of them, quiet the hum he voiced as addressed the passing and subsequent funeral. As did Brymstone so too did his head lower, recalled the prior Dragon with a fondness born not of a close bond with the lost, it was more simple than that, perfect the example he cut of what one of the ironfolk should be. Continued his words, useless much and half-hearted grew Dylluan in paying attention, once more tuning in with the granted permission of travel, already mind occupied by forming plans.
[table][tr][td]Necessary such, lonesome now the skeletal monarch housed above in secluded haven his alone, laid to rest the grief he bore from passage. Yet such may not dissuade, work found pitiful release. Among them was he but another, a face in the crowd working metal once ravaged by time and conquest, apart set for that which produced a metallic ring as struck the stone beneath. Summons voiced and acted out in beckoning gesture, vision brief in turning to connection point. To ignore the call was to invite grievous punishment upon himself, to linger a weaker invitation but no less evident, discarded thought with ease.
Familiar and short their traversal, known well and thus lost thoughts that grew heavy, laden with that he may no grace tongue with. Minimal he knew of the one that occupied head, into their fold taken by decreed, untouched his veins by the blood that connected them. Disquieted some upon prospect, his ascension met with both vocal and internal displeasure, silenced those voices once ringing with faux accusation. Lie to admit accepting Dylluan of that this pup sought, a throne he may deem his own through the draw of luck, yet he lacked ill will, desired only a return to their normalcy.
Offered this as other turned and addressal began, proven this was no interloper but no one of them, quiet the hum he voiced as addressed the passing and subsequent funeral. As did Brymstone so too did his head lower, recalled the prior Dragon with a fondness born not of a close bond with the lost, it was more simple than that, perfect the example he cut of what one of the ironfolk should be. Continued his words, useless much and half-hearted grew Dylluan in paying attention, once more tuning in with the granted permission of travel, already mind occupied by forming plans.
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such a daring disguise, look me dead in the eyes and cry when every stare has you gasping for air. won't you tell me why you're here, there's blood in the bag leaking love isn't fair, you can crawl back from where you came because I don't hear you the same
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