User:ShadowDragon

ShadowDragon was born in 1981 on January 17. In Jefferson City, Missouri USA. I played archmage back in the day when I was in high school. Now I have 5 kids and a wonderful wife. We own a home in Kansas City, Kansas. In the game I have recently come back to playing around 3-4 resets ago and hope on getting my family involved in the game. I play on Guild and App servers (Blitz is to dang fast!) I have a strong sense of honor and hope that I conduct my mage in an honorable fashion at all times. I seek to find guilds that I can be of service to. I have achieved the title of Guild Seneschal in App. server in the service of The Praetorian Crusaders. On Guild server I am working tword the same rank and already pursue the duties in the service of The White Ravens. Thanks for viewing. You can email me or IM me on MSNIM at shadowshome@hotmail.com. Happy maging. May honor guide your hand.

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ShadowDragon

You walk for many miles through swampy marsh to the entrence of the ShadowDragon's lair. The muck sticks to your boots and frequently things rub up against your legs that are fully submerged in stagnant water. Your guide is a dark cloaked fellow with a pipe in his mouth. Ahead of you he prods the mushy ground with a long pole trying to find the few safe paths through the gnat filled mire. He chuckles and turns to you when you let out an involuntary yelp as some unseen swamp creature rubs up against your thigh as it swims between your submerged legs.

"So why exactly did you decide to seek the wisdom of the dark lord ShadowDragon? You know many have tried to seek answers and all have failed. Anyone I have taken here never go back. Sure I wait for a few hours until the chill from the sewage numbs my legs but when I am sure they are not coming out I leave. I'll never go into that cave thats for sure! Fools the lot of you. If I ever need advice I ask my mother. She always tells me right and I often get a hot meal besides. Ah we are close now. Just a few more steps."

You round a clump of dense vegetation and see the lair loom out of the gloom and fog of the swamp. Five huge obsidion statues depicting dragons in different poses are arranged around a building surrounded by giant black pillars. As you walk tword the ruins a cold wind blows silently to over you and chills you to the core. Your guide stops at the foot of the building and shakily tells you that this is as far as he goes. Several steps carry you out of the sludge and up the steps to the interier of the building where you see a ramp slanting down into the depths of the earth. A noise behind you makes you start and look back where your guide was standing. He is no longer there. Deep ominous laughter resonates around you coming from everywhere at once and the area around you gets darker like an eclipse has covered the already dim sunlight filtering through the trees and vines. The smell of familiar smoke makes you turn back to the entrance to the downward spiraling ramp and you come face to nose to a monsterous black reptile. Terror makes every muscle in your body snap ridged and a little "MEEP!" escapes from your mouth. The creature slowly moves it's serpantine neck to the side to fix you with one wagon wheel sized black eyball and you can't help but notice your previous guide's pipe hanging from the side of the dragons mouth between two scimitar sized fangs. The sound of a bellows filling and the pipe glowing red hot startles you before you see smoke rings puff from the beast's nostrils.

"Why have you come? What do you want? I hope you have brought me an acceptable offering."

A dark purple tounge the size of a python slips between two fangs to inspect you in a way most macabre.

"It would be a pity to have to dine on your rotting corpse. I find peoples can be so very useful if for only entertainment purposes if they have half a brain. Hurry up now! Speak before I run out of what is already more than you desurve in patience."

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