Post by Chris Strongheart on Nov 16, 2005 15:41:02 GMT -5
Around him lay his beloved Danielle and his trusted companions Sir Giles and Arak. Sir Peter lay off in the distance, asleep. As a dragon, the golden flute's magic affected him as well. The only dragon unaffected was Breog.
Sir Orin held his sword in front of him and stared up at the large dragon. "Giles, my darling Danielle, and Arak too. Blade with whom I have lived, blade with whom I now die. Serve right and justice one last time. Seek one last heart of evil. Still one last life of pain. Cut well old friend. Then farewell!"
"Praying? Uhuhuahahahahahaha!" Breog rumbled. "Now.... die." With that a large fiery blast spewed forth from the dragon's mouth, encasing Sir Orin.
Sir Orin, though dying, managed to have enough strength to throw the sword, now on fire, and have it pierce Breog's darkened heart. He dropped to his knees and gently stroked Danielle's hair. "I would have lived a life with thee, lassie, so now I die." With that, the brave knight fell and breathed no more.
Sir Orin held his sword in front of him and stared up at the large dragon. "Giles, my darling Danielle, and Arak too. Blade with whom I have lived, blade with whom I now die. Serve right and justice one last time. Seek one last heart of evil. Still one last life of pain. Cut well old friend. Then farewell!"
"Praying? Uhuhuahahahahahaha!" Breog rumbled. "Now.... die." With that a large fiery blast spewed forth from the dragon's mouth, encasing Sir Orin.
Sir Orin, though dying, managed to have enough strength to throw the sword, now on fire, and have it pierce Breog's darkened heart. He dropped to his knees and gently stroked Danielle's hair. "I would have lived a life with thee, lassie, so now I die." With that, the brave knight fell and breathed no more.