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originally posted in:The Digital Dojo
8/24/2016 2:50:50 PM
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[i]when mortar gets there screams fill the air and you see a large grey dragon with blood and gore dripping from its jaws. It looks at him menacingly[/i]
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HEY YOU SON OF A BITCH! *An iron ball is flung into it's face. It explodes when the ball hits it*
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[i]it roars completely enraged[/i]
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*Mortar jumps at it, landing on it's back, straddling on it*
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[i]it feels you on its back then it slams into a ruin building trying to shake him off. It then turn is massive head towards him thats when it lunges at him trying to bite him. [/i]
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*He quickly gets off, receiving the message and slams another ball into the dragon*
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[i]it roars fully enraged when it gets hit by it. It counters by whipping its tail at him. Its tail catchs him in the side knocking him back[/i]
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*He groans slightly, forming his sword. He lunges at the Dragon, trying to slice it open*
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[i]it breathes fires at him as he approaches.[/i]
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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*
