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> Let thy tongue roll O’ Goddess, so Garth & ‘majestic’ Uvrycres’ shadow also courteously rendered
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> Along Shaelor & Gilvaris ‘the old’, Edor & Qaitess ‘the fast’, ‘Brazen’ Ninthalor & Turlas ‘the gold’
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> Don’t stop sweet enchantress until all the Aniculo Rokae names are thus justly tended
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> From Elenaril who was Calamer’s lover & Nenderu ‘the green’, to Baltoris & Ovinet ‘the red’ who was the Onyx Wyvern’s mother
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> Phinariel, the Boorish Poet
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> Zilan Psalm, (Song of the Third Era)
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> Verses 3-6
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> Around 210 NC (3416 IC)
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Glen
Arguen Garth
Hardir O’ Fardor
Lord of Morn Taras
Monarch of Sinya Goras
King beyond the Pale Mountains
Aniculo Rokae
A shadow over Goras
Part I
-A Day-
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RRRRRREE
AAAAHH... AARRHHRG!
ERRR?
“FUUUCK!” Glen screamed tumbling backwards feet over head, the wyvern’s tail smacking him once on the back and sending him forward again over its body. Glen flipped in the air against the wind, scraping at the scaly torso, but snarling maniacally managed to grab the base of a foreleg, the leathery wing flapping underneath it and willed himself towards the wyvern’s neck. Face distorted from the blowing wind, teeth rattling and the tears pouring out of the sides of his eyes drying up immediately.
“SHIIIITE!” He cursed trying to find purchase on slicky scales and reach the head.
I need to grab at the small spikes, he thought in full survivor mode, afore it’s too late.
What are you doing? The wyvern asked banging right to stabilize him as he’d started slipping off again.
“TRYIIING… TO HOLD ON… FUU…CK!” Glen bellowed, his cheeks ballooning and making it difficult to get the words out.
Just stay still. Stop moving about!
Choke on a plaguin’ biscuit! A desperate fighting for his life Glen cursed.
The King of Wetull dug his gloved fingers in the ridge at the base of the winged monster’s head and pressed his thighs tight around the thick neck. The wind blasting him in the face threatening to dislodge the thrashing ‘former’ thief at any moment.
He couldn’t see anything but a blurry white void.
“I… CAN’T… SEE… THE GROUND!” Glen yelled his voice hoarse and full of horror.
Ah. It’s well below the cloud deck.
“ARE YOU NUTS? WHY?”
It’s called flying Glen.
“DROP LOWER FER PITTY’S SAKE!” Glen blasted the witty creature, a bout of fierce coughing ravaging him. What is dis shite? His muscles strained and his stomach lodged in his throat. “YER GOING TO KILL US YE CRETIN!”
You don’t want me flying lower.
“JUST DO IT!” Glen growled, blinded from the one eye and leaking fluids from both eyes, nose and mouth.
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That empty blue and white whistled past him, clothes drenched in the vapors and they blasted out of the clouds, the ground coming to view under them. A strange ground, map-like as seen from above, but a strange map this extremely detailed.
“LOOK HOW SMALL IS THE PYRAMID!” Glen yelled dumbfounded, his jaw straining to work against the wind.
It’s the same size actually.
The wyvern flew lower, the details becoming more pronounced, the shores and the blue sea appearing to his right. Glen felt his ears pop, a bout of dizziness overcoming him. He forced his right arm forward and found the bony numbs at the back of Uvrycres skull. Then he slowly pulled himself closer and pressed his calves on the wyvern’s hard shoulder joints.
Ducks, Uvrycres said.
Ugh?
A perturbed Glen raised his head and stared between the wyvern’s large black horns. Something whipped past him. Then another something. A white blur hit Uvrycres snout next and exploded sending blood, internal organs, actual shit and gory feathers on him.
“Gaaargl!” Glen retched, pieces of flesh and bitter bloody plumage in his mouth and face. His eyes burning, he reached with a hand to clear some of the gore away, but managed to smack himself in the face with his own hand instead. The force too great. Glen cursed, adjusted his position as he had started falling backwards again and a hooting bird punched him in the sternum, bounced off of his cuirass and disappeared from sight.
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“WHAT…the actual fuck?”
Ducks, the Wyvern elucidated. I’ll blast the larger flock.
Glen blinked to clear his bloodshot eyes, spitting out bird poop, or a very small liver that had lodged in his teeth and the darn thing splashing all over his forehead on the return.
“When you say blast…” he started and felt a terrible heat rising between his legs.
“NAAAH!” Glen screamed as Uvrycres spat a ball of flame out and dived for the ground to dodge the fiery aftermath. A shrieking Glen ducking for cover behind the back of the wyvern’s skull, cutting his face on one of the many bony protrusions peppering its black scales. A loud hissing sound engulfing them and then the heat was everywhere, the fire searing and the smell of burned flesh clogging his airways.
And puke.
Are you serious? Uvrycres blasted him irate turning its vomit covered head a bit to glare at him.
“ARRGLLH!” Glen mumbled spitting and retching to get the bile out of him, the wyvern’s body covered in steaming vapors and burned out fleshy debris falling all around them. “Stupid… idiot… you…” he croaked, covered in soot, gore and vomit, as everything he spat out came back at him, until he figured out how to do it properly. Stoop to the side, a livid Glen reminded himself and looked down.
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Wishing that he hadn’t.
The lush green ground came at him and he clamped up from arsehole to nape, the ground ending over a large body of water, as Uvrycres had dived for the Vasati River. In and out afore Glen could utter a single word. A moment later, man and wyvern thoroughly cleaned, still covered in steaming vapors and drenched to the bone, Glen managed to find his wits again, opened his mouth to blast Uvrycres for not warning him, but closed it back down again seeing a twisting black cloud coming at them.
The Wyvern flew straight up to avoid the swarm of disturbed insects but didn’t have enough lift so he decided to cut through them instead.
Oh, shit.
SHIIITE!
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A green, white and red painted Glen –on top of thoroughly soaked- reached in his collar and retrieved the large locust munching at his skin. He squashed it in his fist and regretted it immediately, as his glove turned all sticky for no reason. Mumbling frustrated under his breath, he cleaned the worst of the gooey spillage on Uvrycres head and glanced back at the distancing ground.
You want me to fly low again?
Glen refused to reply. He had discovered through try and error, a lot of error and a lot of trying… Anyways, he discovered that if you relaxed your stance after getting a solid grip on the Wyvern’s back you could stay on it, just like on a horse. Provided Uvrycres flew straight and warned you about taking a sudden turn, or flipping over for fun.
Because they did that to. They also twirled and spiraled in their dives. Changed direction in the blink of an eye and reached great speeds which was taxing on the rider.
Was it easier than horse riding? No.
Was it safer? Hells no!
More interesting? Yeah, if you got your stomach used to the forces involved. Or your eyes adjusted.
It’s a lot of fun, Uvrycres added to his internal list. Stop being petty.
“How am I petty? Are ye serious?” Glen griped and carefully reached with his hand to clean some of the sludge and insect juice from his face.
You fear the most ridiculous things, but don’t fear what could actually kill you.
“Oh yeah? Like what?”
Bugs, snakes, pillows… flying is safe.
“Listen buddy,” Glen grunted, his mouth numb and the taste nauseating. “This shite can kill me fer sure. We’re like two-three hundred meters up—”
A kilometer.
Glen tried to scowl, but the wind blasting him in the face was giving the King of Wetull a permanent grimace and he gave up on the attempt. The ringing in his ears subsided somewhat when Uvrycres started flying on a smoother straight line over Wetull.
The view breathtaking and the places he’d traveled to reach Baltoris Port returning one after the other, seen under a different perspective.
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The lush meadow afore the Vasati River and the valley between Geese Feet mountains and the long Aqueduct. The collapsed stadium and amphitheaters of Gymnasium over The Tear. Over and beyond the wilderness before the bridge at river Shaelor, named after a dragonrider who was Lord Suraer’s father. Gently hovering over the tranquil Edlenn’s Pond and turning south after Windbreak Heights. The dark aquamarine waters of Lorsan Gulf appearing afore the jungle at Chimera’s Leg. Before that Barmont Isle growing underneath their feet as the Wyvern flew by the massive Abrakas Temple’s ruins there shrieking in a childish drawn out taunt at its inhabitants.
RRREEEEEEEHHH
EEERRR!
“Luthos stepped on his flaccid cock,” Glen mumbled in bewilderment, holding on for dear life as any change in elevation, or direction was potentially lethal. “Warn me afore… what is dis shite?” he paused ogling his eyes. “LOOK! AT ‘EM NAKED WENCHES!” Glen bellowed seeing one of the white-yellow gravel beaches from up close. “Wow, what in allfucks!” he gasped in shock seeing some of them swimming towards, or away from the shore creating long silver arrows of froth over the waters. “Them island chicks are faster than the fishes!”
Are you sure?
“Didn’t you just see how fast they went? Are ye blind?” Glen screamed, the air blowing his cheeks out and away from his teeth making his bearded face appear bloated.
I have four different vision modes! Came Uvrycres affronted retort.
Whether they are human was my meaning, he added after a moment of silent seething.
“Listen buddy,” Glen grunted, saliva traveling up towards his eye, until he risked using his right hand to wipe it off. His arms were hurting. Wrists, fingers and shoulder joints strained to their limit, same as his legs and thighs, but Glen had managed to stay on the wyvern for hours. The fact he was flying on the mythical beast had not yet dawned on him, mostly due to the initial panic, screaming and several rounds of puking. Uvrycres had beaten the latter out of him sort of speak, diving each time in the nearest deep waters. “I’ve beheld more than my fair share of naked women and I know a pair of bouncing tits when I see them.”
They weren’t human.
“Zilan? Fine. Yer delving in semantics. As Jinx says if it has a nipple on it, it’s a blooming tit!” Glen scoffed as they flew towards South Watch in a straight line. “I’ve seen a couple of them blue wenches nude as well, just so you know. It’s a skill I have, but yeah, it’s also mostly timing.”
Only from afar, Uvrycres corrected him afore adding, voice thick with razz. Those were Ticu by the way. Oh, ye great lover.
Glen stared at the back of the Wyvern’s black scaly head and antlers puckering his mouth. “No they weren’t,” he finally said and with a thundering screech the large Wyvern turned around almost hurling him off its back, to then plummet in the distant waters underneath.
“FOR SICK FUCK’S SAKE!” Glen growled irate his arm muscles straining, body and feet swung to the side and over the abyss. “YER GONNA KILL ME!”
The Wyvern trumpeted tauntingly and dipped once, just enough to return a screaming Glen on its neck again, the hard ebony scales brutalizing his loins. Glen groaned in blinding pain, his fathering days threatened to be cut short. Uvrycres scoffed at his plight, made another pass over the beach –this time much closer- and shrieked at the basking in utter bliss in the nude unassuming Ticu that screeched in preternatural horror in their turn and started running for their lives. Some of them switching into their real forms just before they dived for the waters.
“Shit,” Glen grunted, bloodshot eyes hazy and tearing up again.
That was it, he said nothing else.
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The Onyx Wyvern flew silently over the sinister reefs as day turned into night, large extended reddish wings flapping in the soft breeze and steering long tail zigzagging alike a snake behind its black body and loose hind legs. Its black shadow making a turn there, a tiny ship sailing the other way to the southwest and more open waters with all its sails open. When the mass of Goras appeared, the dark blue water and the grim rocks gave way to a lush colorful jungle bathed in the two full moons light. Dark green and sickly yellow. Bright naughty pink and garish red, even a crazy orange.
The shadow going over the 2nd Finger and Knuckle’s Edge, the large familiar and graceful temple of Nesande –seen from above it was obviously much different than the one in Baltoris Port- appearing and after it the Avenue of Legends with its massive broken statues cutting through the jungle. The flat-top pyramid shining like silver in a silent greeting.
Uvrycres shadow glided following the large boulevard towards Taras and went over the ancient North Gates and the Towers much slower now to allow a solemn Glen to see the work being done to the expanding city. The coming dawn painting the heavens briefly in an ominous dark mauve color, as the moons slowly faded on the clear sky and the night gave way in its turn to a new day.
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