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[Ddynamo]

Alright, next...

Where's cheesecake?

[Cheesecake]

I'm here.

[Ddynamo]

Okay
As you venture through the forest, you come across the edge, you can walk across the beach to you left, where a known dragon's den is, or to the right, where drift wood is piled up, perhaps enough to build a ship?

[Imp]

Alright, next...

Where's cheesecake?

When it's my turn, Boss-man Ddynamo I do beg but post that my turn 'tis; offer me mine prompt in the same message as soon as very soon as I can read and reply thus shall I answer give.

For fears I that chance will fly if where you'll ask is I?  And I'll reply but later on when you've gone to bed, thus lost a whole day with no gains said.

In simplier English, I work full time and have my hands pretty full in my off time.  And I can check our thread about once, maybe twice a day - but that's probably it.  So if you care about how long it takes me to answer, consider offering me my prompt when it's my turn, instead of asking for a roll call - I'll answer 'here' when I'm able, but that might be the only answer I can possibly give you that day.  So better maybe to say a prompt is mine and trust I'll answer as soon as possible?

[Xanmyral]

It might be easier to give all the prompts at once, then go from there. Unless order is strictly necessary.

[a1s]

Alright, next...

Where's cheesecake?

When it's my turn, Boss-man Ddynamo I do beg but post that my turn 'tis; offer me mine prompt in the same message as soon as very soon as I can read and reply thus shall I answer give.

For fears I that chance will fly if where you'll ask is I?  And I'll reply but later on when you've gone to bed, thus lost a whole day with no gains said.

+1.
Not because I can't check at work (I can read whenever I want, within reason, and write at length on my lunch break), but because this will be stupidly slow otherwise.

[Cheesecake]

As I walk towards the cavern of the dragon, I hear the deep rumbling of some beast in the distance. The sky is bleak and grey, and the moon is as pale and as white as the snow. Flakes of ice fall from the skies, accompanied by dark specks of ash. I steel myself, and put my hand on the grip of my sabre.

When I arrive at the mouth of the cave, I creep in and unsheath my sword. The stench is of burnt bodies and an especially pungent odor coming from the lower parts of the cave. I happen upon a large crevasse with a make-shift staircase etched upon the black stone wall. I descend carefully, braving myself as I let the darkness swallow me.

And as I open my eyes, there is no darkness. There is gold! And jewels! And crowns, scepters, and idols! I cannot help myself. I jump into the sea of gold, frolicking in my newfound wealth. I wade through the many coins and crow
s, and at the center of the chamber stands a large statue of pure gold, etched with detailed runes and drawings of old legends. The statue is of a great golden wyrm, and its eyes are of the most beautiful of carved gems.

I climb the statue and try to pry the eyes to receive my prize. As I yank one more time, I am pushed back by the statues snout. I draw my blade, and prepare to fight the golden behemoth. It spits globs of molten gold at me, and I barely dodgeth out of the way. I charge up and stab at it, but its skin is like armor.

It once again opens its maw to release another gout of golden fire, baring its jewel like daggers for teeth. I charge to its underbelly, and stab at a particular gem in the middle. It is a beautiful gem, embroidered with smalle jewels and encrusted woth gold. It's a shame that I hit it. As my blade is thrust into the crack I've made by my initial strike, it crumbles.

The dragon roars in pain. It starts melting, the jewels and gems on it falling off. I try to dodge, but some of the gold hits my face, slowly moulding into my visage. The other half of my face screams in agony as the molten gold burns my skin and replaces it with metal.

I pass out from the pain, barely making it out of the way of the melting dragon. As I wake up, I happen to see a nearby pool. I look into the pool and realize that the gold must have been magical, as it is a still, golden image of the right side of my face, with a gaping hole where my eye was supposed to be, and a fixed frown of pain which I cannot move. I walk to the molten body of the wyrm, and see one of the gems I so desired. I pick it up, and to my astonishment, it fits the hole in my eye.

This might have been what had happened to the wyrm. Its greed. Our greed.

Like this? Or did you want it shorter? Also, please give comments and critique if you don't mind!

[Ddynamo]

yes perfect, only improvement would be to use other characters, as you are in a group.

what about A1s, are you ready

[griffinpup]

Pls don't ask whether they're ready or not.  Just give them the prompt, and they will respond to it when they have time.

[Ddynamo]

KK

Garr, inside the dragon's layer, there is a secret passage previously unknown to the world, anything could be down there, but outside you can here the howling of the full moon's werewolves, so it could be safer than leaving.

[Ddynamo]

Alright, A1s is out, Griffinpup, you have the same assignment as A1s, plus you have to kill him off in it. Make him regret the day he abandoned this post, make his death be embarrassing and undignified. Make a legitimate death

[griffinpup]

Writing, story coming soon.  Is there an encounter at the end of the tunnel that I can write, or am I only writing the choice?  If I write an encounter, do I get to choose?

[Remuthra]

I'll join in.

Spoiler: Not Joe Bridger, strangely enough. (click to show/hide)

*Name: Steve Sawyers

*Gender: Male

*Age: 48

*Race: Human

*Class: Farmer

*3 positive personality traits:
Critical: Unbelievably Lucky
Major: Blindsense
Minor: Intuitive
*3 negative personality traits:
Extreme: Blind
Major: Short-tempered
Minor: Alcoholic

*Background: Steve is a farmer from a local village. He has a homestead and grows a lot of barley along with his sons Wilson and Bill. Ten years ago he got in an argument with a neighbor, who in the brawl mauled both his eyes. He stumbled upon adventure while out hunting and here he is.

*Hobbies:
Barley Farming
Praying

*Appearance: A man with graying neatly trimmed hair and a short beard. He wears a brown wool tunic and breeches, and a pair of leather sandles. In his hands he carries a pitchfork, and he has a hunting bow and quiver slung over his back. He has a strip of white cloth tied over his eyes.

[Ddynamo]

Yeah, since I did kick someone I suppose you could go in after Xanmyral, I'll just have someone right you into the group.

And Griffinpup, you can do whatever you want while the reigns are yours, and no, before you ask, It'll be Xanmyral who gets to get Steve in the group, unless you want to early, but it must agree with his backstory.

[griffinpup]

Korgoth crawled down the tunnel right behind Barabass.  As he hauled himself out of the hole a roar greeted him.  There was a huge wyrm raising himself up off the floor, and Barabass was there to meet it.  The idiot pirate was actually fighting the beast!  Not only fighting it, but fighting it by himself!  Korgoth rushed to help him, running over piles of gold and gems, only to find the beast melting before him.  Barabass actually managed to slay the beast?  Korgoth looked at Barabass with new appreciation.  The rest of the group scrambled up through the hole.  He laughed at their astonished faces, looking at what appeared to be a cooling pile of molten gold studded with gems.  Their gaze then fell onto Barabass.  Korgoth gasped as he followed their gaze.  Barabass' left side was covered in gold.  Where his eye was sat a glowing blue diamond. 

"What happened to your face?"  Perhaps not the most diplomatic thing he could say, but that's the first thing that popped into Korgoth's mind. 

"Some gold spilled on my face as I slayed the beast.  The diamond just happened to fit."

Crazy idiot.  He seemed almost nonchalant as he described the disfigurement to his body.  Oh well.  What do you expect out of a goblin?  As the rest of the company stuffed their pockets with gold, Korgoth explored the cave.  Near the back of the cave, he found another tunnel leading deeper underground.  As he contunied wandering around, he found the main entrance to the wyrm's lair, a twenty foot opening into the cavern.  As Korgoth stared out of the opening, he saw a full moon rising over the trees.  With the forest now illuminated by the full moon, he saw dark shapes running through it.  One stood up and Korgoth heard a howl.  Werewolves. 
"Werewolves!  Everybody run!  Head for the tunnel in the back, it's our only way out."

Everyone started booking it to the tunnel entrance.  Everyone except Garr, of course.  He was on the other side of the cavern, apparently painting murals of cats with molten gold.

"What do you think you're doing?  Run you idiot!"
"It's probably just a couple of overgrown dogs, and nothing we have to worry about." Garr rumbled back.
"A bunch of overgrown dogs?  Fine, suite yourself.  You can stay up here and die."  Korgoth muttered angrily.

Korgoth plunged into the tunnel behind the rest of the group just as the werewolves ran into the cavern.  He heard Garr curse loudly and grab his weapons.  After a moment of clanging swords, snarls, and yelps of pain, there was a single, bloodcurdling scream.  The group continued onward, somber and only guided by the light of the glowing diamond in Barabass' eye socket.

Plew... Sorry that took so long guys, RL was conspiring against me.