06-12-2018, 06:54 AM
It has been many years since peace came unto the lands after kingdoms and nations united to rally against the Dragon horde. Arrows were flown, spells flung and swords clashed. It came with casualties, but one by one, the Dragons dwindled until now there were none. Outwardly, anyways. Many years had since passed and while to say that peace is by far an understatement, the threat against the sentient dragons has since passed. As a result, they became legends and something eventually blotted out. All that leaves are for these kingdoms to continue their arduous work of excavating the caves of vast glories. Our story picks up on a royal male who’s the third eldest of his siblings and now of proper adult age to survey a cave. He’s received all the training he will ever need, the male adept with a blade, but not on the vast tricks a Dragon would ever lay out. As a result, the third child to the Vermillion throne was sent to retrieve a royal heirloom one crafty dragon stolen ages ago. While he may come across the royal treasure, it’s this dragon who has a treasure of his own to give upon anyone who’d take from his collection.
Dawid Vermillion looked upon the cave at the entrance. The men he traveled with were royal guards, Knights to be exact, but maybe it was the confidence on him that made him feel as if they weren’t needed in the first place. That or he thought of their well-being at times. For someone like him, who stood at a solid six feet two with lean muscles to boot -By-products of him learning to use a sword, shield and otherwise roaming around his kingdom, from the slums to the palace-, he felt that protection was too much at times, especially on a simple trip of going into the caves.
“You know,” the dark brun stated with alluring blue eyes and an otherwise charming smile to his partially scruffy face. “You all don’t have to exactly follow me verbatim. Moving to the left just a little because I do won’t make much of a difference.”
He sighed when it seemed like it was going in one ear and out the other. The Prince just lit the torch, much to their chagrin, and began to enter into the cave. From what the old maps showed, there was a small descent before then came across the wide opening of treasure. That sounded really easy; to just come across what they needed, but it wasn’t. He was told many had searched, but never found the royal heirloom. Dawid probably wouldn’t be lucky himself, but what had he to lose? If he didn’t succeed, he’d become a duke, which was just as royal as it got, like being a King. He’d have a wife and she would have his children. They all would have a throne one way or another. Still, he would try because he liked to solve puzzles and challenges. That was why he sought adventure in the first place.
“It’s like the tales out from the deserts,” he said to the men when seeing all the gold valuables before them. “Let’s just hope you don’t come across a Genie who grants the wish you ask for, but not in the way you were thinking.”
Dawid slowly walked towards the horde of treasures only after lighting various torches on the walls to keep things bright for them to see.
Dawid Vermillion looked upon the cave at the entrance. The men he traveled with were royal guards, Knights to be exact, but maybe it was the confidence on him that made him feel as if they weren’t needed in the first place. That or he thought of their well-being at times. For someone like him, who stood at a solid six feet two with lean muscles to boot -By-products of him learning to use a sword, shield and otherwise roaming around his kingdom, from the slums to the palace-, he felt that protection was too much at times, especially on a simple trip of going into the caves.
“You know,” the dark brun stated with alluring blue eyes and an otherwise charming smile to his partially scruffy face. “You all don’t have to exactly follow me verbatim. Moving to the left just a little because I do won’t make much of a difference.”
He sighed when it seemed like it was going in one ear and out the other. The Prince just lit the torch, much to their chagrin, and began to enter into the cave. From what the old maps showed, there was a small descent before then came across the wide opening of treasure. That sounded really easy; to just come across what they needed, but it wasn’t. He was told many had searched, but never found the royal heirloom. Dawid probably wouldn’t be lucky himself, but what had he to lose? If he didn’t succeed, he’d become a duke, which was just as royal as it got, like being a King. He’d have a wife and she would have his children. They all would have a throne one way or another. Still, he would try because he liked to solve puzzles and challenges. That was why he sought adventure in the first place.
“It’s like the tales out from the deserts,” he said to the men when seeing all the gold valuables before them. “Let’s just hope you don’t come across a Genie who grants the wish you ask for, but not in the way you were thinking.”
Dawid slowly walked towards the horde of treasures only after lighting various torches on the walls to keep things bright for them to see.