(Lucy to the rescue!)
The clouds hid what most it could. For the mountain stretched out like a dragonic hand to the very sky and it's peaks were not just one, but four. Carved naturally like some dragon's claw the mountain was feared for what it did for the people of Bale - a town at the base of the mountain. The Dragons ruled them, they oftened had to sacrifice many of their people to their dark desires of human flesh.
Built upon one of the two rivers that flowed down the steap cliffs of the mountain, the town was almost a mini-sized version of Rhy'Din, it had it's own Inn which again was based off the original "Red Dragon Inn."
"The Dragon's Slayer Inn" was no different from any other, it was always a bustle with people with drunkards, bards and patrons alike. But this one had a certain pride for the so-called heroes which had taken on the Dragons in the mountains which ruled them, and failed each time. Stories of their travels, their great heroic victories over battles fought, but the war never won.
And, as usual there was one old, blind or limbless idiot saying how he battled with the Dragon's king, their ruler. Lying out of their asses of how they came THIS close to destroying it, before the vile beast took off their arm, leg, or somehow skillfully taken out his eye without the rest of his head.
"Ayeee! Big as a giant he was!" He opened his arms as wide as he could, while his eye-patch was peeled back to reveal the eyeless socket, "His claw, this BIG! Only on the one finger - he GOUGED out my eye! But!" His hands scanned the room, as if he was surveying some battlefield, "I took my sword and thrusted it RIGHT through his heart!" The patrons rawred in unison, greeting him like some hero. The old man then stood atop of his chair, "And then... For the final blow I-"
"Oh do shut the hell up!" Came a woman's annoyed voice, for in the corner sat a peasent girl, she barely wore an decent clothes, and the only worth a thing on her was her belt which held a black hilted and sheat hed gaurdless katana. A glance to him with blue orbs, her blonde hair hung down in one hell of a fuzz about her form. She looked like the bane of the streets so to speak.
The clouds hid what most it could. For the mountain stretched out like a dragonic hand to the very sky and it's peaks were not just one, but four. Carved naturally like some dragon's claw the mountain was feared for what it did for the people of Bale - a town at the base of the mountain. The Dragons ruled them, they oftened had to sacrifice many of their people to their dark desires of human flesh.
Built upon one of the two rivers that flowed down the steap cliffs of the mountain, the town was almost a mini-sized version of Rhy'Din, it had it's own Inn which again was based off the original "Red Dragon Inn."
"The Dragon's Slayer Inn" was no different from any other, it was always a bustle with people with drunkards, bards and patrons alike. But this one had a certain pride for the so-called heroes which had taken on the Dragons in the mountains which ruled them, and failed each time. Stories of their travels, their great heroic victories over battles fought, but the war never won.
And, as usual there was one old, blind or limbless idiot saying how he battled with the Dragon's king, their ruler. Lying out of their asses of how they came THIS close to destroying it, before the vile beast took off their arm, leg, or somehow skillfully taken out his eye without the rest of his head.
"Ayeee! Big as a giant he was!" He opened his arms as wide as he could, while his eye-patch was peeled back to reveal the eyeless socket, "His claw, this BIG! Only on the one finger - he GOUGED out my eye! But!" His hands scanned the room, as if he was surveying some battlefield, "I took my sword and thrusted it RIGHT through his heart!" The patrons rawred in unison, greeting him like some hero. The old man then stood atop of his chair, "And then... For the final blow I-"
"Oh do shut the hell up!" Came a woman's annoyed voice, for in the corner sat a peasent girl, she barely wore an decent clothes, and the only worth a thing on her was her belt which held a black hilted and sheat hed gaurdless katana. A glance to him with blue orbs, her blonde hair hung down in one hell of a fuzz about her form. She looked like the bane of the streets so to speak.