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Post by Vim on Aug 15, 2013 15:26:31 GMT -8
The great hall was filled with talk of strategy. Vim stayed and listened with interest. The Vikings had been whipped up into a war frenzy. They may have made peace with the dragons, but war was still in their nature. Eventually he was asked to leave, so Vim went to find Allyssa.
"Hey," he said when he found her at a like, "you okay?" She looked shaken up.
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Post by Tempest on Aug 15, 2013 15:27:46 GMT -8
"Yeah, fine," Allyssa touched a bruise on her face from the crash landing.
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Post by Vim on Aug 15, 2013 15:30:33 GMT -8
Vim had a feeling that he knew what she was thinking. "You know, you don't have to fight." He said. "They're only going to ask for volunteers."
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Post by Tempest on Aug 15, 2013 15:33:24 GMT -8
Allyssa looked up at him. Her eyes were dead serious. "I would do anything to defend this school and the dragons."
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Post by Boethiah on Aug 15, 2013 15:34:28 GMT -8
Boethiah, finally done with comforting everyone, walked around a bit. She saw the other two by the lake and walked over to them. "Hey!" she called to them.
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Post by Vim on Aug 15, 2013 15:36:49 GMT -8
He smiled at her. She was fierce for such a young girl. "Then we're speaking the same language." He pounded his fist into his palm. "I've been waiting for this for a long time." He was whipped into an angry frenzy after seeing what the Outcasts did to his friend. It's time.
The call of a war was a hard one to resist for a Viking.
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Post by Tempest on Aug 15, 2013 15:39:40 GMT -8
Allyssa glanced towards the direction of the new voice. It was the girl. "Oh, hey!"
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Post by Boethiah on Aug 15, 2013 15:43:51 GMT -8
Finally over by the lake, she tried smiling at them best she could. She sat down with them. "So...this is actually happening, huh?" she tried joking. "How'd Stoick take it? I couldn't imagine well." Her mind drifted back to the bloodied boy and wondered if he was okay. There was never a way to be sure until she saw him again.
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Post by oldrockgod on Aug 15, 2013 15:47:06 GMT -8
Metal stirred in an unknown room to him strange plants surrounded him and an old woman has sat asleep in the corner of the room, Metal tried to move but his entire body ached, he propped himself against the wall sitting on what was meant to be a bed but felt more like a stone slab, he ran his hands down his back to inspect the damage scars covered his back in every imaginable spot but one stood out to him the most it was 15cm thick and ran from the top of his neck all the way down his back, burns covered his left arm which was wrapped in a white bandage, Metal spotted garments layed out for him and adorned them, Once again dressed in complete black and his hair covering his right eye Metal stepped outside.
The air was crisp and cool, it assaulted Metal's lungs as he breathe in deeply, Shadow wing appeared next to Metal with the saddle and two bags either side still intact he rumaged through one of the bags and pulled out a notebook, it was charred and seemed unusable but he held onto it, his bow was still intact but most of his arrows were missing or snapped. Metal decoded to take a walk and see how much things had changed in his absence ignoring the pain shootihng throught hij from every conceivable joint
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Post by Vim on Aug 15, 2013 15:48:43 GMT -8
"Yeah. It is." Said. Vim excitedly, his eyes gleaming. "We start preparations tomorrow."
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Post by Tempest on Aug 15, 2013 15:50:54 GMT -8
Allyssa took out the book that she had traded from the merchant, and the ink. She began to write, but then Tempest nudged her, and the ink spilled onto the pages.
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Post by Vim on Aug 15, 2013 15:52:16 GMT -8
Vim laughed, petting Thorntail. "Bad luck," he joked, "your dragon would rather you spent time with it. You don't know if you'll be able to again."
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Post by Boethiah on Aug 15, 2013 15:53:40 GMT -8
"Great," her voice flattened. She didn't want to seem like she was too scared. Even though, she sort of was. She didn't want to fight, but she was a viking. It's was an occupational hazard. Normally, it wouldn't bother her, fighting. But this was Alvin and part of her knew that she wasn't going to get out of this alive.
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Post by Vim on Aug 15, 2013 15:53:43 GMT -8
((I was thinking that since its night, we should wrap up chapter one soon and start chapter 2 in the "morning"))
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Post by Tempest on Aug 15, 2013 15:55:53 GMT -8
"Tempest!" Tempest nudged her playfully, and Allyssa chuckled. "I forgive you." She looked back down at the journal, and gasped. The ink was washing away, revealing some words that weren't on the pages before.
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