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originally posted in:The Digital Dojo
8/26/2016 7:26:26 PM
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*Mortar's resistance to fire allows him to continue advancing, slashing at the beast*
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[i]its lunges at jaws opened wide as you slice into its side making it roar in pain[/i]
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*He jumps back before it can snap at him, slamming another iron ball into it*
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[i]it hits the dragon in the side knocking it over. It falls over crashing in one of the buildings. It quickly tries to get back to it's feet. But right now it's soft underbelly is exposed as it tries to right itself [/i]
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HAVE AT THEE! *Mortar confidently thrusts his blade into the dragon*
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[i]the dragon makes a strange noise as it can't breathe out ofone lung now. It got stabbed in the chest by his sword. Its still trying to right itself [/i]
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*Mortar, feeling bad for it, goes for the neck, trying to decapitate it, rather than make it struggle*
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[i]it gets hit in the neck in the right spot cusing it to bleed out quickly out. After couple of minutes it dies taking its last breath.[/i]
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*Mortar's blade dissipates in his hand* I wonder who it was...
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[i]you left wonder that but you notice something burned in to its grey hide it looks like a brandmark [/i]
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Hmm... *Mortar walks up to it*
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[i]its a slave brandmark on its signifying that its owned by someone[/i]
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*Or at least was* That's... Strange
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[i]it reverts back into original form and its a very dirty woman with broken shackles on her wrists. Shes covered in a lot of old and new bruises and cuts. She wearing rags and dark skinned. But you can tell that however owened her did not treat her very well. [/i]
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*Mortar crouches down next to her, placing a hand on her lifeless cheek* I am sorry it had to end like this... If only I could find your owner... *He sits there a moment, then picks up the body* I shall respect those who do these things against their will.
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[i]a strange tattoo can be noticed when you crouch next to her it has a name and address. It reads Edgar faeweather 734 eastern st. 4623 porvid county [/i]
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Hmm... *He gently lays her down then takes out a notepad, writing the name and address down. He picks her up again, and uses an iron ball to dig a hole. He gently lays her down in it, then covers her up*
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[i]after she covered up he see how much damage she caused[/i]
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*He looks around at all the rubble, torn down buildings, and human casualties*
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[i]their are some people that are still alive but they still slightly terrified[/i]
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*He jumps up to higher ground* May I have your attention everyone!
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[i]the remaining people gather around where he standing[/i]
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*He quickly takes a deep breath* The Dragon has been slain
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[i]the small crowd cheers[/i]
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*He takes a deep breath* I apologize for your losses and i will help rebuild this village at no charge.
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[i]the crowd still looks very happy to be freed from the dragon's chaos[/i]
