Michael’s Comments (group member since Nov 24, 2008)

Michael’s comments from the More RPG! group.

inglades stood on the cold, barren hilltop overlooking waymeet. his men had already fought minor skirmishes for the last few miles, and his men expected another assault before dawn. inglades was on the watch beginning at midnight, and continuing to foredawn. he looked anxiously at the silent city. he knew that somewhere inside those walls lay his fears. he knew that the battle would cost many lives. the crystal of creshinibon was in there, dominating a demon lord. this would be no easy venture, but he was ready to do what he had to in order to end that evil. he owed the world that, at least.

(hello. i thought this had been deleted...)

(lol, i don't know. i see the dragon as a distraction from the plot, or at least a hook that can be used later.) grayndon stood alone on the lonely walls of the ghost city of waymeet, ignoring the chill wind that bit at his body.

(okay. is the brother at waymeet, i think?)

(can anyone explain what just happened?) inglades' armor scraped painfully against his side, and his face ached form a new scratch from a thorny tree. he was low on food, and was approaching the outskirts of waymeet.

inglades rose early in the morning, holding his cloak tightly over his ornate breastplate. he ate a small amount of cold rations, sharpened his sword and polished his armor. he tested his bow, and remounted his horse. he started off into the wilderness.

inglades sat at the cold fire. he was scouting, even as the commander of the solamnic military. well, not the entire military. but he was in charge of the recapture of waymeet, and was determined to see it through. he sat, not bothering to hold his heavy cloak tighter around his body, even in the mountains, with winter fast approaching. he held out a map of the mountains, poring over the wrinkled parchment. he was honestly considering leaving the dragon to its devices for now, and going to liberate waymeet. he was strongly considering it, and saw no true reason not to. he eventually laid down to sleep in the small hours of the morning, when his mind was too tired to plan properly. he fell asleep, despite the bitter cold and light snow falling in the mountains, thinking of the friends he would soon rejoin.

((no idea. lol, what genre do you want it to be? i'm thinking either fantasy of sci fi.))

(dang. want to start a new RP?)

((yeah, i do too. do you know if anyone at all from this topic is still on?))

((idk... i'm into the story, but everyone went everywhere and won't regroup.))

inglades stood in the cold predawn light, not yet seeing any color in the bleak mountains.he saw a faint glow, and trickle of smoke from the peak of one mountain. the dragon was there. and in the dragon's hoard, was the talisman he would need to destroy du anglat.

((indeed))

meh, i might as well.


Name: (nameless, thus far.)
Age: 14
Gender: male
House: ravenclaw
Personality: quiet, thoughtful, introverted, proud.
Appearance: medium height, pale skin, medium length bronze skin, pale skin from a lack of sunlight, and dark eyes.
Quidditch: he doesn't play
Other: his older brother is a death eater.

((i don't rightly know...))

"what is it, master?" grayndon asked quietly. "there is a man named inglades, whom you may have heard of. you will kill him." the demon said. grayndon's mind reeled. he had heard of inglades, and the company he kept. he knew that a confrontation with inglades would probably mean a confrontation with his sister. so be it. "yes master, i will leave immediately."

grayndon stood in the dark chamber, his muscles tense, his mind alert. he knew that this was his master's tower, and that he was supposed to be safe, but he was anything but trusting of his dark robed companion, a mage of no small power, who had taught him the art of mind shielding. he remembered well the brutal lessons of the mage, murmuring a simple incantation whenever grayndon had failed a task, a spell that would cause him wracking pain. a shadow flitted at the top of the darkened stairway, snapping him out of his reverie. he silently cursed himself for being caught off guard. he would have to work to be more alert. the shadow at the top of the stairway condensed, forming a solid shape. a mighty, immensely muscular humanoid being, with a head resembling that of a flayed bull. from his back unfurled great scaled bat wings. a mighty sword was strapped across the thing's back. "master" grayndon said, with barely concealed hate, sinking to a kneeling position. "rise, warrior" it said in a deep, commanding voice. "i have a task for you."

several days later, inglades stood in the central courtyard of the keep, the bright afternoon light shining off of the armor of the rows of soldiers standing at rigid attention before him. he walked up and down the line, his sword at his belt, and a chainmail shirt under his midnight blue tabard. "before the end of this tenday, we move!" he shouted, to be met with a great cheer that went up from the files of soldiers standing ready in front of him. "we will rid the world of (dragon's name here, i'm too lazy to look it up right now)! many of you will fall," he said, his face grim, and showing all too well the strain of his responsibility "but you will fall in glory, and honor, and victory! and the drake will fall! this i swear to you, he will die." the crowd cheered again. the noise grated on his nerves. later, he stood in the same courtyard, flanked by three other men, officers of the army, and captains of their respective companies."prepare your men to move within the tenday," inglades ordered. "this will be a difficult battle, but not beyond our capabilities. dismissed."

the next weeks passed for grayndon, learning swordplay and magic from brutal weapons masters. he could fore a mind from his head with a mere thought, and could battle the greatest fighters to a standstill. he was unlocking the greatest secrets in the flow of magic, and soon, he thought, he would be truly invincible.

grayndon gasped in pain, his senses reeling as he fell away from the table where his focus tools rested. he struggled to throw off the influence in his mind, but he was battered and weak, and his defenses gave way. not good enough, a voice said in his head, originating from his trainer, standing in the far side of the room, black robes hanging around it's ankles, and a deep hood shadowing it's face. you'll have to do better. grayndon nearly collapsed as the presence withdrew from his mind, and in the split second he had to renew his defenses, a crushing wave of dark energy his his mental shield. he gritted his teeth and concentrated on forcing it back.