Topic: To Kill a Dragon-bird

Lord Ayreg

Date: 2006-02-14 02:14 EST
Ayreg truly did not like to help people. You could say it's just not in his character to selflessly help someone out of the pure kindness of his heart. Even the lich who came to him, seeking help on purging herself of the curse, he helped -- he put that idea of humanity firmly out of her head, and set the destitute soul back onto the path of death and pestilence. Right where she should be.

This time, though, was different.

The death knight felt hungry. Not hungry as in, "Oh, I think I'll stop and have me a bite to eat as I travel across town." This was a hungry like he hadn't eaten in years. This is a hungry where you'd eat something raw. This was a hungry that would make you almost want to gnaw off your own arm to satisfy that hunger. So, the death knight did what anyone else would do when they required food -- he ate! Down to the kitchens he went, and several times that day. By midday, he had already eaten three whole roast chickens, several pounds worth of dried cheese, and almost a loaf and a half of bread. No matter how much he threw into the oubliette that was his belly, though, it still felt as if the pit was going to swallow his spine.

It was on his fourth chicken of the day (and, incidentally, the same number of trips to the kitchen) that the blind drakkhen he had `met` earlier was fumbling around in the bar area. Laying his newly-aquired runeblade aside in safekeeping, he grabbed her a bottom of doub-brewed, double-stout and moved into the kitchen.

And there, on the floor, was what appeared to be a child's broken toy.

Upon further examination, it turned out this thing was actually a dragon named Icer. Just a rather really small one. Selecting his next chicken, his next slice of cheese, and his next hunk of bread, he fires up the cookpit and sets the chicken onto the skewer, readying it for roasting.

In the end of things, the drakkhen abandoned the dragonette. It was here that he felt a moment of true weakness. Something that made him want to write a letter off to Dr. Figmund Sroid and ask for professional guidance! Jodiah Ayreg actually decided to help the little dragon... thing.

By most medical standards, it would be stone-axe primative. And painful. He set the broken bones into place first, then immobilized them with some cart-wire he just happened to have on his person, then deposited that little dragon-fly creature onto the soft cushions of the couch. It was nothing fancy, after all, just some quick and emergency battle-field doctoring any soldier would know on the field to keep their fellow soldiers alive, you see...

The fact that she was almost eaten a few minutes later by that lich is inconsequential to the death knight. After all.. he is a bad guy, right?

The chicken, by the way, was excellent.

Lord Ayreg

Date: 2006-02-14 10:53 EST
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Whew. Sorry, folks, that post was terrible. Remind me never to try creative writing at 1am anymore :/