Dubious Dealings : Part I - The Stroll.
Posted: Thu Jul 19, 2007 2:05 pm
That day...
I remember that day, a typical morning it was in the northern climate. Snow, blizzards, wild animals searching for the random unlucky
traveler who fell to the nature's fury, Typical northern morning indeed.
I was returning towards Luskan from my last inn stop, when I noticed something was following me.
I turned, yet, there was nothing there.
So, I did what anyone else would have, I shrugged, and continued on. However, the eerie feeling of being watched was still there.
Since the visibility wasn't at best, and the weather was wonderfully horrid, I decided to let whatever it was to keep on following, until at least I could confront it in a confined space where it didn't have much of the chance to escape.
Eventually, down the road I came to see a caravan group, no insignias or identifying colours, probably mercenaries of sorts paying to do some man's dirty work.
They waved at me from a distance, perhaps five hundred meteres away, not sure, perhaps six.
Suddenly, that eerie feeling came back, and in quite a larger factor than before, a killing aura, and I know that feeling, its the feeling when something or someone has been in to killing for too long.
To compensate on that, I also heard the sound of flapping wings cutting the air at great speed. For something like that to be heard in such a weather, it had to be big, no... Not big, HUGE.
And, considering the only huge thing that can fly at such speeds, in such a weather, and have that awful aura stinking off it...
The sound of the objects were cutting closer, so close I could nearly hear a cold, defying chuckle.
Oh, I figured it out! Hah, I can't believe it took me so long to get to the conclusion.
Then it hit me. I'm about to turn lunch to one of the largest predators of the north, quite the honor, but turning to an appetizer is not my idea of how to end my career, I gave my word to finish something first.
It took me a second, but luckily the frost did not affect my reflexes, too badly. I immediatly jumped off trail to some frozen bushes that were on the way.
A moment later, the sight that I witnessed was awe-inspiring, it was beautiful and brutal. And like many beautiful things, it withered away too quickly.
Apperantly I was right when I said the thing that was following me was huge, it was more than huge, it was colossal, one of the creatures the denziens of the north fear the most.
Iceclaws, they called her, one of the oldest-living white dragons to be recorded. I feel honoured that it was stalking me.
However, it didn't pursue me to my little hideout, instead, its target was the caravan and its escorts.
It dived on the caravan like a praying eagle, freezing some of the mercaneries with its breath, slashing the rest with their claws.
One, very unfortunate merc remained, looking at it with fear, unable to move. Iceclaws on the other hand seemed to be amused.
So amused that while she devoured him you could hear her very pleased.
It stood near the caravan, itself now, as if waiting.
For me was it?
*To be continued*
I remember that day, a typical morning it was in the northern climate. Snow, blizzards, wild animals searching for the random unlucky
traveler who fell to the nature's fury, Typical northern morning indeed.
I was returning towards Luskan from my last inn stop, when I noticed something was following me.
I turned, yet, there was nothing there.
So, I did what anyone else would have, I shrugged, and continued on. However, the eerie feeling of being watched was still there.
Since the visibility wasn't at best, and the weather was wonderfully horrid, I decided to let whatever it was to keep on following, until at least I could confront it in a confined space where it didn't have much of the chance to escape.
Eventually, down the road I came to see a caravan group, no insignias or identifying colours, probably mercenaries of sorts paying to do some man's dirty work.
They waved at me from a distance, perhaps five hundred meteres away, not sure, perhaps six.
Suddenly, that eerie feeling came back, and in quite a larger factor than before, a killing aura, and I know that feeling, its the feeling when something or someone has been in to killing for too long.
To compensate on that, I also heard the sound of flapping wings cutting the air at great speed. For something like that to be heard in such a weather, it had to be big, no... Not big, HUGE.
And, considering the only huge thing that can fly at such speeds, in such a weather, and have that awful aura stinking off it...
The sound of the objects were cutting closer, so close I could nearly hear a cold, defying chuckle.
Oh, I figured it out! Hah, I can't believe it took me so long to get to the conclusion.
Then it hit me. I'm about to turn lunch to one of the largest predators of the north, quite the honor, but turning to an appetizer is not my idea of how to end my career, I gave my word to finish something first.
It took me a second, but luckily the frost did not affect my reflexes, too badly. I immediatly jumped off trail to some frozen bushes that were on the way.
A moment later, the sight that I witnessed was awe-inspiring, it was beautiful and brutal. And like many beautiful things, it withered away too quickly.
Apperantly I was right when I said the thing that was following me was huge, it was more than huge, it was colossal, one of the creatures the denziens of the north fear the most.
Iceclaws, they called her, one of the oldest-living white dragons to be recorded. I feel honoured that it was stalking me.
However, it didn't pursue me to my little hideout, instead, its target was the caravan and its escorts.
It dived on the caravan like a praying eagle, freezing some of the mercaneries with its breath, slashing the rest with their claws.
One, very unfortunate merc remained, looking at it with fear, unable to move. Iceclaws on the other hand seemed to be amused.
So amused that while she devoured him you could hear her very pleased.
It stood near the caravan, itself now, as if waiting.
For me was it?
*To be continued*