Guys, I think its suppoused to be a story, not a welcomeing commitee. <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/rolleyes.gif" alt="" />
Woa, JvB's back!
JvB, welcome back! <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/wave.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/biggrin.gif" alt="" />
He woke up, from his bed in the trees. What was that smell? Humans? In the forest? In the dragon's forest??? Well, if the bloody commitee talked these days, no one would ever get anything done, like teach them not to come in. They had sent someone, 2 years of their time he believed. One of the sentries had killed him. Rumour had it he had a younger brother, named Han, who wanted revenge.
The mountain was a big proud one, with lava pits at the top, and a dragon village at the heart of it. Earl Harrison von Hetric Kilsh, or Earl Hetric for short, spread his wings, and flew out to the edge of the forest. Even from here he could see it.
Some 'umans on the ground, and some thing in the shadows, maybe another dragon, Hetric couldn't see to good with the trees. Some cage thingy, with the wossanames.... 'umans, trying to open it. Heh, Hetric laughed, and kept circling, it would be intresting to see what happened. . .
