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Post by killjoy on Jun 18, 2013 13:28:06 GMT -5
That's no good... ohh well
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Post by Shockstorm on Jun 24, 2013 10:58:36 GMT -5
Guess who's back!?! ~incomplete, need night to fill in~
When he had first returned, Peter had noticed the strange newcomers to the camp but ignored them for the time. When he had seen those eyes the guy that descended from Rovertson had, Peter had been a bit shocked. Sure it was one thing to read about all these weird things in Jorgen's books, but it was another thing to experience them for oneself. "Wait, you knew Jorgen too?" Peter asked. "But you aren't old enough to have lived back then unless... the time machine! Of course! How could I have not seen it earlier!? You're Kyle, and those must be Darkender and Rouge!" Peter exclaimed. () replied Kyle.
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Post by killjoy on Jun 24, 2013 12:28:13 GMT -5
wb
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Post by killjoy on Jun 24, 2013 12:28:34 GMT -5
want to talk on xbox?
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Post by Shockstorm on Jun 24, 2013 13:05:22 GMT -5
meh
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Post by killjoy on Jun 24, 2013 13:17:25 GMT -5
afraid XD
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Post by Shockstorm on Jun 24, 2013 13:37:52 GMT -5
nah, tired
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Post by night fury100 on Jun 24, 2013 14:42:24 GMT -5
When he had first returned, Peter had noticed the strange newcomers to the camp but ignored them for the time. When he had seen those eyes the guy that descended from Rovertson had, Peter had been a bit shocked. Sure it was one thing to read about all these weird things in Jorgen's books, but it was another thing to experience them for oneself. "Wait, you knew Jorgen too?" Peter asked. "But you aren't old enough to have lived back then unless... the time machine! Of course! How could I have not seen it earlier!? You're Kyle, and those must be Darkender and Rouge!" Peter exclaimed. "The one one and only and you are correct these are my dragons Darkender and Rouge its good to know Jorgen still talked about use after we left, so what's yours and your skrills name" replied Kyle.
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Post by killjoy on Jun 24, 2013 15:30:55 GMT -5
84 degrees today yay!
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Post by night fury100 on Jun 24, 2013 15:41:04 GMT -5
I love maths
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Post by Shockstorm on Jun 24, 2013 23:14:31 GMT -5
~fill in night~
When he had first returned, Peter had noticed the strange newcomers to the camp but ignored them for the time. When he had seen those eyes the guy that descended from Rovertson had, Peter had been a bit shocked. Sure it was one thing to read about all these weird things in Jorgen's books, but it was another thing to experience them for oneself. "Wait, you knew Jorgen too?" Peter asked. "But you aren't old enough to have lived back then unless... the time machine! Of course! How could I have not seen it earlier!? You're Kyle, and those must be Darkender and Rouge!" Peter exclaimed. "The one one and only and you are correct these are my dragons Darkender and Rouge its good to know Jorgen still talked about use after we left, so what's yours and your skrill's name" replied Kyle. "He did more than talk, he left entire libraries dedicated to the people and dragons he met over the years! Anyway, yeah, my name is Peter Fasten, and this is Arc. We're descendants of Jorgen and Shockstorm. You might be interested in knowing, we're part of an organization called the Draco Protectorate, which was founded by Jorgen about a decade after you left using that time-machine. Which was recovered by Jorgen and is now in the Protectorate Archives. The Protectorate was founded to basically broker peace between humans and dragons, though in recent centuries that focus has turned into hiding and preserving dragons in the modern world." () said Kyle.
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Post by killjoy on Jun 25, 2013 12:00:34 GMT -5
night are u going to finish it XD
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Post by night fury100 on Jun 25, 2013 12:12:02 GMT -5
Yes I just need to think of what to put that's all
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Post by night fury100 on Jun 25, 2013 13:33:05 GMT -5
When he had first returned, Peter had noticed the strange newcomers to the camp but ignored them for the time. When he had seen those eyes the guy that descended from Rovertson had, Peter had been a bit shocked. Sure it was one thing to read about all these weird things in Jorgen's books, but it was another thing to experience them for oneself. "Wait, you knew Jorgen too?" Peter asked. "But you aren't old enough to have lived back then unless... the time machine! Of course! How could I have not seen it earlier!? You're Kyle, and those must be Darkender and Rouge!" Peter exclaimed. "The one and only and you are correct these are my dragons Darkender and Rouge its good to know Jorgen still talked about us after we left, so what's yours and your skrill's name" replied Kyle. "He did more than talk, he left entire libraries dedicated to the people and dragons he met over the years! Anyway, yeah, my name is Peter Fasten, and this is Arc. We're descendants of Jorgen and Shockstorm. You might be interested in knowing, we're part of an organization called the Draco Protectorate, which was founded by Jorgen about a decade after you left using that time-machine. Which was recovered by Jorgen and is now in the Protectorate Archives. The Protectorate was founded to basically broker peace between humans and dragons, though in recent centuries that focus has turned into hiding and preserving dragons in the modern world." "Wow an entire library crikey I didn't expect Jorgen to do that or founder a organization, well nice to meet yous Peter and Arc" said Kyle.
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Post by killjoy on Jun 25, 2013 23:16:04 GMT -5
Just a small part of next part a write just a teaser a dream that Gilliens having of a interesting situation.
Gillien was having a nightmare from his past. "Varius we need to get out of here." I yelled to my brother as we ran thrue the woods that where enshrouded in a thick fog that hindered any aim but to my eyes the fog might aswell not be there away from the chasing mercenaries after us because of our unusual bodies that a scientist probably would kill for to study. As we ran we meared the safehouse when a shot resonated thrue the air and varius dropped like a sack with an entry wound in the chest. Pulling my pistol out i fire at the group of mercs coming after us as I dragged my brother Across my shoulder into the safehouse. Before reaching it a bullet grazed my cheek but I managed to shoot 3 of them down with a costamary military double tap one in the chest one in the head as I shut the door and barred it. All went silent as the mercenaries sat and waited for one of us to leave the safety of the house as I dressed my brothers wounds. "Hang in there I win't let you die." I said. "I don't think I will be leaving this alive Gillien. Its deep." "You will make it. You have to!" I grabbed my sniper rifle off the wall of the safehouse and loaded it. Grabbing a few smoke granades stored in the safe house Which was bassicaly a concrete above ground shelter that was one of my familys many ones I pulled open the hatch on the roof and climbed up carefully making sure to stay below the concrete barier on the roof to avoid sniper fire. reaching the barrier i pulled the pin on the smoke granades with my teeth and threw them over and waited as the smoke filled the gap between the trees and the safehouse before aimming over the barrier and looking thrue my scope at the targets not needing an infrared scope because of my natural ability to see anything living easily in any conditions. slowing my breathing my eyes slitted even more then normal until my pupil was just a thin line as I fired at them one by one Rapidly taking them out with only the skil and ease I could manage with a rifle but the smoke was clearing to fast and only managed to kill 20 of them before a stray bullet got lucky and lodged in my shoulderblade knocking me to the ground. Crawling desperately I managed to make it back to the hatch and half fall down into the building closing it. So this is how im going to die I thought. Dragging myself to the table where my brother lay barely breathing I layed down to rest knowing there was no way we where escapping this alive. But before I could fall asleep for the last time I heard a sound. It was a large roar sounding so terribly strong that it sent a shiver down my spine and I suddenly heard gunfire break out and a multitude of screams as more roaring happened and the sounds of men dying to something. There where grusome sounds of flesh being rended and bones cracking filled the air when suddenly as it began all was quiet again. After several hours I decided to look outside to see if it was safe. Outside of the house was a gruesome scene of mercanaries littering the ground after what looked to be a slaughter. stumbling to a body of one I noticed gashes on him looking to be made from claws the size of my hands. Something big had killed these men. Very big. Another body looked like it was boiled alive from something very hot whilst another body looked to have a tooth hole the size of my balled up fist in its chest where something gnawed on him. Making my way back to the house I waited for help to come wondering what could have killed all those heavily armed men like that. And hopeing my brother would live.
(WIP)
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