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06/17/2000 9:52 PM
As you stand before it, the building seems to loom over you hundreds of feet. Casting its menacing shadow over much of the land. You think of shivering but you remind yourself you are in a place of total evil, either go with it out get consummed by it...either way most end up dieing to it.
Upon entering the hall you see many desk, behind each set a gnomish receptionist. Stepping up to see what is on the desk you see a sign up sheet for an army. It is called the DragonArmy, a vaugely familiar name. By signing the sheet below it will allow you to try the test to be inlisted in the new DragonArmy. Another table also has the smae sheet as do many more, optimistically they must expect a good sized army. Out of the corner of your eye you see a dimly lit alcove with a single desk sitting in the corner, an elf dressed inn deep gray tunic, black leggings, black leather boots and chain mail. An odd picture.
Desiding to go over and have a look the figure stares daggers at you, hesitating you still proceed. Looking down at the paper you are started by hearing the elf speak. " You wish to sign up as a Highlord for the new army of Takhisis? I've seen better," the elf spat these words at you with its music tones. " T-Takhisis," you stammer. One of the old Gods, or shall we say Goddess', Tskhisis is the very definition of evil. Speaking in his harsh, musical voice he asked agian, " Are you thinking of signing up? I don't have all day to sit and wait for a clod like you to ponder wether or not you have the skills. You stand for a moment then make your desision. You sign your name on the ......mihi pergratum est te conveniere
06/11/2000 11:29 PM
*An elvish woman comes in and over hears the conversation*
*She quickly signs her name.*
06/12/2000 8:12 AM
*a human male enters, seeing the parchment, signs his name_Lectral*
"thinking to himself: mercy is weakness, and weakness is death"
06/12/2000 12:10 PM
A red dragon, 150 feet tall flies in and lands a top of the fortress, wings stretched, he looks down at the newly formed Dragon army.
~*Dragon Scholar of Krynn*~
06/12/2000 12:26 PM
A beatiful girl walks in with brown hair and eyes and sees the list. She hesitates.She has a bow&quiver on her back, and a broadsword at her side. "I need some information before joining." She says, and waits for the reply.
06/13/2000 7:36 AM
"When do we begin our conquest of Ansalon?" Growls the impatient Lectral
*He begins pacing around the room, hand on short sword, wary of everyone around him*
06/13/2000 12:24 PM
A woman in her mid twenties steps to the desk. Her anger burns in her eyes as she signs her name.
**Her father is a Solamnic knight who is still enraged at her audacious desire to become a knight herself. In a quest to prove herself, she heard about the new dragon army and enlists. It is her intention to learn all she can and bring back evidence and information back to the knighthood and, hopefully, convince them to allow her into their ranks.**
She inks her name onto the scroll. "Demarise Uth Penalver"
~A medium sized human male walks up and stands in line to sign his name~
o O "I hate this pathetic body" he thinks to himself.
~He stands waiting and thinking how pitiful these humans are. And if they even have real dragons. But he intends to wait to see if this "Army" posses a threat to his plan~'
~He signs under the name of Graym~
06/13/2000 7:13 PM
*a large male and a black robed female enter. the male warrior signs his name as 'Cal' and the female as 'Lor'. they appear weak, but looks can be deceiving*"The same thing we do every night, Cal. Steal, plunder, and be just plain evil." said Lor.
06/14/2000 8:02 AM
Lectral eyes the newcomers suspiciously....."Not a trustworthy one in the lot. My kind of people." he thinks to himself. Perhaps some of these men and women will be of help to me in our slaughter of my hapless victims.....*he thinks with a smirk* Still, i think it will be wise to sleep with one eye open and a hand on my weapon...
mercy is weakness, and weakness is death....
06/16/2000 8:07 AM
an annoyed lectral decides that life as an evil man is not worth it, and shoves his short sword into his own gut...
'WHAT IN THE HELL WAS THAT FOR?'
*Shouts an angry Nadja*
A newcomer arrives dressed in black cloth with a short sword at is side and walks past a group of people. As he snifs the air a smell of other dragons is in the chamber.
I will sign my name elf ....
but at least when I join up and fight for the queen. I will not do it siting at a desk.
then turns around to see a man kill himself.
~Has many questions and wonders when they will be answered so he can escape this wretched body~
~Turns to see the man kill himself~
"Honorless fool." snorts the human
~Looks around for anything to keep his great mind interested~
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