Of Dragons and War III

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Darion and Crin made their way to the edge of the cliff. Falcour whispered, "Quietly..." As Darion and Crin looked over the cliff, their eyes drew wide open. Crin asked, "Is that a dragon?"
"Hmm, it doesn't have wings," answered Darion.
"True, it's got a tail and head like a dragon... clawed feet, scales on its body and all." Crin thought.

The creature stopped and turned. The three remained motionless. The creature looked towards the edge of the cliff for awhile before turning away.

Falcour squatted down and turned, "Maybe it's a wingless dragon. Tis a good 500 stones in weight."

"A wingless dragon? What are you going to say next... that the earth is a big, round, ball-shaped orb?" said Darion sarcastically while waving his arms around.

The earth started shaking as the creature began walking away. Each step shook the ground like thunder.

Darion boldly spoke to Crin and Falcour, "I say we follow the creature. It may lead us to its lair."

Falcour replied, "Let's think this through first. We follow the creature to its lair, and then what?"

"What if there are more dragons in the lair? There are only three of us?" thought Crin.

Darion answered, "Very well, we'll follow the creature for reconnaissance. Then, go from there. Let's go now lest we lose the creature."

The three made their way down the snowy cliff. By the time they reached the bottom, they could no longer feel the steps of the creature.

"Kooor!! Look at the size of these tracks." said Crin in shock. "It's at least two yards wide."

Falcour inspected the footprints, "Yes, these are dragon's feet. Look at the toes" He pointed to the heel of the footprint. "Three toes in front and one in the back."

They continued following the tracks for over one hour. The creature had led them to the bottom of the valley. At the opening of the woods, all three gasped at what they discovered.

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Falcour: Hi everybody.
Crin: Hi.
Darion: Hi.
Falcour: Anyone want to go take a mudbath with me.
Crin and Darion: I do.

[pause]

Everyone: laughs.

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"Aren't we not supposed to talk to conserve oxygen or something?" Meekal mumbled from within the wraps. Not the brightest star in the sky, the bitter cold seemed to numb his brain even more.

Double negative.
"Aren't we not" is the same as "Are not we not".

[Swordsman]

Very perceptive. I'm sure the fictional character is glad to have you to correct his grammar for him.

[Moonitic]

You're right. Meekal isn't well educated, nor is he all that bright at times. Glad you caught it. It was done on purpose. Kudos to you.

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..."Hmmm?" he grunted, the only thing visable on Onynx was an shapeless lump of coat, which Zelda knew somewhere contained one of her best friends and most trusted advisors.

"Do you think this is just a bit much? Maybe its all a bit of a wild goose chase and we should go home." her voice quivered a bit, though if it was from cold or from something else neither she nor Naekos could tell.

It's spelled "visible".
You have a bad habit of not using apostrophes... it's replaces "it is". Not "its" you baffoon.

[three_hundred_fifty_five]

Very perceptive. I'm sure the fictional character is glad to have you to correct his grammar for him.

You're welcome... or as they say in "bad-English Arconia", Your welcome.

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The ground sloped down ever so slightly but it was still felt by all three of them...
Though the sky was overcast the little light that was sifting through the thick grayness above was beginning to wan and Darion began to wonder where they would make camp. He breathed a sigh, but it wasn’t a sign of stress or nervousness. After being around these two gypsies for the past couple of days since their journey began for their trio he had noticed that he had become steadily more relaxed around them...
Sometimes he wondered how much of his soldier past was by choice...

Suddenly Falcour looked up from the fire. “That wasn’t a crackle from the fire.” He started looking around, convinced he had heard something.

Missing commas everywhere!

[Moonitic]

"You would not," he emphasized at Zelda, "throw something at all. Neither would you throw anyone in the dungeon. Granted, in cases of gross insubordination or refusal to obey a direct order, you need to make punishments swift and harsh. I suppose it's something of a trick question...the idea is to avoid the situation in the first place. If a soldier refuses, either you have made a grievous mistake somewhere - and you had better make sure this is not the case - or you have already failed as his king."

"Can I be honest?" Meekal asked, knowing, of course the answer. But he had to say it anyway, because it just seemed like the right thing to do. Chattering teeth answered. The others, his trusted friends & advisors, waited. "I really have to wonder if this trip was a good idea. Something terrible is soon to happen. My people have lacked a true leader for a long time & will have no idea what is going on. They need me. And frankly, I don't trust my father's choices in support staff." He paused, unsure of how to say what he wanted to say next, "As helpful as you two have been, I've seriously considered leaving you & going back." His mouth snapped shut. He waited for the repercussions.