Jorgen Holdt
Travel is less silent now. Kollek hasn't been trying to interrogate Caioliss, and Jorgen, although discomforted by the silence, felt less pressure from it. It seemed, for the moment, that Kollek and the Fairy weren't on bad terms, even if they weren't on necessarily good terms...
They were many miles north of Buldenheim, and well into Orc territory. The foothills of the mountain loomed dauntingly through the thin canopy of the woods that lined the trail. And it was Cold. Jorgen drew his cloak about him as the wind bit his cheeks and nose. He cursed inwardly at his weakness. He had definitely spent to much time with other humans in the south. He looked over at Kollek. He fared better that Jorgen, he could see. Caioliss, too, was hardly affected by the cold. Would I offer my cloak if she was? Jorgen thought. He laughed softly, earning queer looks from Caioliss and Kollek. This he shrugged off. He had no real reasons to be in a bad mood. Despite the cold, the sun shone bright against the snow on the trees. Today was really quite beautiful. It was while looking up that heard it. There was a snap from behind them. Jorgen whirled around on his mount, drawing his sword. The other two had also heard, and turned towards the sound.
"Don't bother." Said a handsome, pale humanoid. He wore a white cloak, over a white robe. Everything about him seemed white.
"Who are you?" Jorgen asked.
"It won't matter." the figure smiled, an unearthly quality about him. Even his gums and tongue seemed pale. "You are trespassing."
"Oh?" Kollek said. "On whose territory?"
"Mine of course." said the man.
"This area is controlled by Orcs." Jorgen said. Next to him, Caioliss seemed to be concentrating hard. After a moment, she looked worried.
"Jorgen..."
"Have you a death-wish, snowman?" Kollek.
The figure laughed, and the temperature dropped so suddenly, Jorgen gasped. "Trespassers... I love trespassers." The stranger took a step forward.
"Jorgen, I can't move the air around him. He has powerful magic..." Caioliss said, and may have continued, but the figure began to grow. If anything, he grew whiter, and larger. Scales formed on his skin. His head elongated, and his laughter deepened.
"Without trespassers, I would go very hungry..." Wings exploded from the figures back, and a tail became visible. The figure grew until he towered over the trees. "Dragons have powerful magic of their own. Assuming human form is just a trick."
Against his back, Jorgen's sickle grew hot. He drew it from behind him, and the Dragon's grin faltered. "Would you resist a great wyrm?" said the dragon. The temperature dropped again. Jorgen looked at Kollek, and was reassured. Kollek's grin was demonic, his eyes ablaze. He was completely without fear. The two had never fought a dragon together...
Jorgen smiled. If this was to be his death, than he'd be riding this dragon to hell. With his sword in one hand, and his sickle in the other, he calmly got off of Brutus. "Yep."
Kollek laughed. "I wonder what Dragon-hide boots look like." he mused.
The dragon roared furiously, and a blast of frost escaped its mouth. Jorgen raised the sickle and prayed. The silver sickle grew hot against his glove, and glowed furiously, absorbing the dragons icy blast. As though in response, Kollek roared as he charged the dragon, dodging claws as he made to hack at the dragon. He swung his axe, and it bit into the flesh of the dragons neck. With a roar, the dragon swept Kollek into a tree with a swat of his talons. Dark blood ran down the Dragons neck, and Kollek rose from the tree. He roared again.
Boom. The dragon was knocked onto his side by a sudden gust of wind, and Caioliss held her hands outstretched. Jorgen took his chance, and made to plunge his sword into the dragons throat. He, too, was knocked free of the dragon, pain wracking him where he knew ribs had been broken. He looked up at the sky, spots clouding his vision, to see a wounded dragon fleeing. Kollek roared after him, "get back here, worm! My feet are cold and I need new boots!"
He'll be back... for sure. Jorgen cursed inwardly. He rose to his feet, the ribs on his lower left side broken. They hurt, but they didn't feel like they had punctured anything.
"Are you alright?" Caioliss asked.
"I'll be fine." Jorgen said. He found himself grinning. "That was exciting!" he said cheerfully.
"Are you sure?" She said. She seemed genuinely concerned.
Kollek intergected. "I'm alright too, thanks for asking. Your concern is touching." But he, too, was grinning. The dragon fight had greatly improved his mood.
Caioliss smiled. "Well then." She said. "Are we there yet?"
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