Kraggmor

Lord Kain
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Your death shall only make me stronger, I hope this comforts you in your grave.

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Kraggmor Dec 19, 2005 0:24:00 GMT -5

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Post by Lord Kain on Dec 19, 2005 0:24:00 GMT -5

Far to the south of Quel'Shar is the island of Kraggmor, Jagged mountains and erupting volcanos litter the landscape. Few creatures live in this piece of hell. The empire maintains a colony which mines the precious metals that spew up form beneath the earth.

Somewhere hidded in the clouds of ash is a secret place a sacred place. A dragon grave yard. Through out the ages Dragons have gone to places like Kraggmor to die. The location is secret warded from most divinations and the toxic gases that prevail over most of Kraggmor keep almost all living creatures away.

Now, at last, the masks had fallen away. The strings of the puppets had become visible, and the hands of the prime mover exposed. Most ironic of all was the last gift that Raziel had given me, more powerful than the sword that now held his soul, more acute even than the vision his sacrifice had accorded me - the first bitter taste of that terrible illusion: Hope.

Master Spellblade Demigod Apathetically, True Neutral Posts: 284	Kraggmor Dec 19, 2005 0:32:17 GMT -5 Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by Master Spellblade on Dec 19, 2005 0:32:17 GMT -5 Sounds like a pleasant place for a vacation.
	I haven't a clue as to how my story will end. But that's all right. When you set out on a journey and night covers the road, you don't conclude the road has vanished. And how else could we discover the stars?

Lord Kain Global Moderator Your death shall only make me stronger, I hope this comforts you in your grave. Posts: 389	Kraggmor Dec 19, 2005 0:44:32 GMT -5 Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by Lord Kain on Dec 19, 2005 0:44:32 GMT -5 If your a fire elemental
	Now, at last, the masks had fallen away. The strings of the puppets had become visible, and the hands of the prime mover exposed. Most ironic of all was the last gift that Raziel had given me, more powerful than the sword that now held his soul, more acute even than the vision his sacrifice had accorded me - the first bitter taste of that terrible illusion: Hope.

Master Spellblade Demigod Apathetically, True Neutral Posts: 284	Kraggmor Dec 19, 2005 0:45:39 GMT -5 Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by Master Spellblade on Dec 19, 2005 0:45:39 GMT -5 And breathless. Feh, only way for a barbarian to get a willing wife and not need to bath.
	I haven't a clue as to how my story will end. But that's all right. When you set out on a journey and night covers the road, you don't conclude the road has vanished. And how else could we discover the stars?

Sargon
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Kraggmor Dec 19, 2005 3:31:56 GMT -5

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Post by Sargon on Dec 19, 2005 3:31:56 GMT -5

i do love the concept of a dragon grave yard however.

that is something the dracnomicain did right, the dragon grave yard. you know not that there is much treasure there, its a grave yard. what do you think dragons do with there treasure when tehy decide to die?

Archangel, snare the flesh suck dry the ebbing wound leave them lifeless and broken my beloved...

Lord Kain Global Moderator Your death shall only make me stronger, I hope this comforts you in your grave. Posts: 389	Kraggmor Dec 19, 2005 11:51:10 GMT -5 Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by Lord Kain on Dec 19, 2005 11:51:10 GMT -5 They eat it
	Now, at last, the masks had fallen away. The strings of the puppets had become visible, and the hands of the prime mover exposed. Most ironic of all was the last gift that Raziel had given me, more powerful than the sword that now held his soul, more acute even than the vision his sacrifice had accorded me - the first bitter taste of that terrible illusion: Hope.

Post by Lord Kain on Dec 19, 2005 0:24:00 GMT -5

Post by Master Spellblade on Dec 19, 2005 0:32:17 GMT -5

Post by Lord Kain on Dec 19, 2005 0:44:32 GMT -5

Post by Master Spellblade on Dec 19, 2005 0:45:39 GMT -5

Post by Sargon on Dec 19, 2005 3:31:56 GMT -5

Post by Lord Kain on Dec 19, 2005 11:51:10 GMT -5