Wildale Glades P1 C3Chapter Three: The Bounty ClaimedBefore they left the forest, actually about ten paces from where they began, Even stopped them."Hang on, my weapon's still hidden away. Let me get it," he said, and jumped strait up into an overhead cloud of leaves and branches. "Got it!" he said, voice somewhat muffled, and jumped down again, landing on his feet, which were covered in odd cloth "slippers," or basically a bag tied to each foot with a string. He had, in one hand, a large pole-axe type weapon. Its blade was at an end, and was curved, producing a point for stabbing. Like most pole-axe class weapons, it wasn't on a separate "head" like other axes; it had been attached directly. It had a decorative notch."THIS, lady and gentle-dragon, is called a bardiche," he said enthusiastically, putting it up on one end, so that it was vertical. "I asked my temple's master for it instead of a standard staff. It's deadly!" he explained, grinning. "It's named 'Unaga,' an ancient word for 'swarm,' here m
Wildale Glades P1 C2Chapter Two: Scientific Lessons The morning sun dawned over the world, awakening many of its inhabitants. This included Jessie and Hanson, who didn't like it. They eventually had to give in, and began to disband their camp (otherwise known as the tent and fire). During this, Jessie got a good look, sun revealing all in full glory, at Hanson. He wore a white shirt, with the sleeves made to look baggy and bunched up. His pants were brown and attached by a black belt, which doubled as a sheath holder for his sword. He walked in bare, clawed feet, and on the balls of his feet like all dragons (they didn't make shoes for dragons, and besides, they don't like it in the first place). He had a thick, spine-backed tail, which ended in a forked tip, not like the normal arrowhead most
Wildale Glades Chapter 1Wildale GladesChapter One: Boy or Girl? It was a normal night. "Gwaaah!!" Okay, I confess; a large ferret was running top speed through a thick, deep wood, followed by a mob of other animals holding torches, pitchforks, and other peasant weapons, who were shouting at the top of their lungs. "COME BACK, YOU COWARD!!" the large, heavy bear in front of the mob hollered. The poor black-footed ferret was running and also confused. "What did I do, huh?!" she retorted. "You ransacked our village," the bear replied, obviously angry.