Post by BEX on Sept 21, 2010 23:54:58 GMT -5
(OOC: Just to let you know I’m talking to the next person that’s posting. You can decide whether or not you know about the Rock Dragon Bandits)
Shivre Mountain.
Stories had been told countless times to Jack in the short time that he had chosen to stay upon the island in North Blue that sat at its base. More correctly put the people would shut up about the legends and fairy tales that surrounded the mysterious peaks of the massive geographical figure. It seemed that all anyone had to say here was meaningless prattle that they heard in bedtime stories when they were little and Jack found himself throttling several civilians out of annoyance until an old man whispered for his attention in a dark alley,
“I’ll tell you what’s really up there kid” the man said in a surly voice while lighting a cigarette and leaning against the wall. Silver curls on hair wound around his face immaculately as he took a long drag on the toxic stick,
“The Rock Dragon Bandits rule this island” the man informed Jack.
Sighing Jack began turn away with disgust on his face. He was tired of listening to half baked stories about some god like entities that lived up there watching over the land ensuring that the towns below succeed; it was the biggest load of crap he had ever heard in his life.
“If you don’t believe me. Make the journey there yourself and you’ll not only be able to pillage the loot those a*shats have stolen, but the towns will also lavish you with gifts” the old man said to Jack’s turned back,
“…they’re not as happy as they seem” the man continued in a distant voice.
Without saying a word Jack wanted to verify the old man’s theory so he walked out into the main streets of the town and immediately grabbed a person he thought to be a civilian by the collar. With an ominous expression upon his already intimidating face he pressed the person with the question that the old man had slid into his mind with the story that he had told Jack,
“Who the f*ck are the Rock Dragon Bandit?”
Shivre Mountain.
Stories had been told countless times to Jack in the short time that he had chosen to stay upon the island in North Blue that sat at its base. More correctly put the people would shut up about the legends and fairy tales that surrounded the mysterious peaks of the massive geographical figure. It seemed that all anyone had to say here was meaningless prattle that they heard in bedtime stories when they were little and Jack found himself throttling several civilians out of annoyance until an old man whispered for his attention in a dark alley,
“I’ll tell you what’s really up there kid” the man said in a surly voice while lighting a cigarette and leaning against the wall. Silver curls on hair wound around his face immaculately as he took a long drag on the toxic stick,
“The Rock Dragon Bandits rule this island” the man informed Jack.
Sighing Jack began turn away with disgust on his face. He was tired of listening to half baked stories about some god like entities that lived up there watching over the land ensuring that the towns below succeed; it was the biggest load of crap he had ever heard in his life.
“If you don’t believe me. Make the journey there yourself and you’ll not only be able to pillage the loot those a*shats have stolen, but the towns will also lavish you with gifts” the old man said to Jack’s turned back,
“…they’re not as happy as they seem” the man continued in a distant voice.
Without saying a word Jack wanted to verify the old man’s theory so he walked out into the main streets of the town and immediately grabbed a person he thought to be a civilian by the collar. With an ominous expression upon his already intimidating face he pressed the person with the question that the old man had slid into his mind with the story that he had told Jack,
“Who the f*ck are the Rock Dragon Bandit?”