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Klunk Fortress, Courtyard
Dragon Cannon ready!

I didnt speak to them but I nodded to these strangers that came to my aid with acknowledgement and a look of agreement in my eyes. It would only be fair I aided there survival. My right hand would re-transfigure back into a dragon head, and my left hand would place itself over the top of the head as if I was wielding a heavy weapon. Flames began to trickle from the snarling head that almost seemed to have a mind on its own as I prepared to blast anything that would deter my newfound comrades
@Vahir

I can settle with that, where will the timeskip lead to?
this has my interest, if my dark souls rp dies off or gets too slow Ill join into this one
@jasonwolf Lack of concealement? I didn't really think of the reprocussions of it. Ill fix that
Drake crawled across the pavement, panting and exhausted. Though he tried as fast as he could to get to the office he had the sinking feeling in his stomach that it was all for naught. Slowly approaching the front doors into the lobby, he would tumble through the entrance. He didn't look up as he tried to speak. "Did I make it on time?" My hood concealed my exhausted and sweat ridden face.
Felt like my opening IC was a bit too short, all these long posts are intimidating
Across a small apartment building, a mouth to a rocky forest, the sound of a tree falling over shook the nearby earth with a loud thud. Drake was dressed in his casual attire with his brown cowl to help conceal him from the chilly Maine breeze. With his monster of an axe in his grip he had already severed a few trees, and had begun to make them into dividable pieces. It was around this time that Drake would collect fire wood for the coming frigid days of winter. This also gave him some additional 'training' as he thought, or at least would make the excuse of, mindlessly swinging his axe and making cheesy poses and moves from some poor imitation of an action movie that any on looker would think anything but cool or viable moves.
After dismembering a few logs it dawned upon him that he was supposed to be at work today. Cursing to himself he would run out of the woods, deciding that he'd continue after wards, and would sprint back by his apartment and across more of the road. Though he didn't have a mode of transportation he didn't live too far from the old building. Arriving after about 30 minutes of sprinting he would collapse on the sidewalk out of breathe.
Storms ravaged the castle walls. The moaning and whaling of undead and lost lost souls echoing through out the torn down and ruined settlement. The entrance to the settlement beneath castle Lokri. Many undead have gone here and hallowed, but the promises of treasure and perhaps a way to rid this world of the curse has lead many undead to these lands, though most now have become hollow. Time is disorted, darkness lingers around every corner, and the dead refuse to die. How did you get here on this road of sacrifice?
@AdobeFlash

Yeah I'm thinking on a good starting point for my char.
Klunk Fortress, Courtyard

A drink?

I was suspicious of the sudden offer of such a strange liquid, especially from a stranger, however giving the situation it would be insanity for someone to offer me something harmful for just assisting them in fighting off such enemies. I took the drink, breaking my hesitation, and gulped it down with eyes closed.
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