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The Grangor



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Fri Jul 07, 2017 2:38 pm
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She lets out an almost forced laugh, more out of relief than anything else. "Damn."
"All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost."


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Sat Jul 08, 2017 3:03 am
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James found himself letting out a few heavy breaths before breaking into a smile. They actually did it. It was trapped! The smile slowly faded however, and he put his hand on his sword.

"I guess... now we have to go out and kill it." He didn't want to get too excited after their first victory and go out with no plans. He wanted to take a moment to make sure they knew what they were going to do... it was still raining, so moving through the sludge of mud and wet plants would be harder. But he didn't know if he wanted to wait until it stopped raining. That would be too long.
Pants are an illusion. And so is death.






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"I guess so." She saddles up Nightmare - skipping the bridle - in minutes. "A horse will make things considerably easier. You ride or are you better on foot?"
"All that is gold does not glitter,
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The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost."


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Sat Jul 08, 2017 3:48 am
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"I ride, but I'm better with a sword on foot." James replied, not really wanting to ride with her on her horse. "Need me to lead the way out?"
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Sat Jul 08, 2017 3:12 pm
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She just nods.
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The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost."


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Sun Jul 09, 2017 2:53 am
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James nods as well in reply and heads ahead of her back out the cave, following the path they came in on with her horse. He gives a wary glance back at the gragor's paw, now securely trapped in the opening of the cave. Even though it was stuck in one place and had one less leg and foot available to use... they would still have its three other paws and it's face to get around, along with its tail. Though, all of those now had limited movement. Thank goodness.

He led the way in silence as the trekked out of the cave and made their way back into the forest. As they exited back out into the pounding rain, James had to take a few deep breaths, deliberately controlling his breathing. All he could thing of was his last fight with the grangor, which, obviously did not end well. I almost died. He reminded himself. He would not let himself let his guard down even with the creature stuck. This was life or death.

As they turned a corner around the base of the rocky mountain that made up the network of caves, the grangor came into view. Its dark fur seemed to reflect the glowing light emanating from the surrounding plant life. The grangor's head was awkwardly pressed up against the rock because of the way its paw was caught down low. In fact, it seemed like it had to remain lying on the ground, otherwise it'd have to be awkwardly crouching with its rear in the air and its head to the ground. If it wasn't such a formidable creature, and didn't just try to kill them, James would have laughed.

Though it could not see them approaching from the angle of its head, it seemed alerted by their presence by either smell or sound, and the hairs on its back raised as it let out a low growl.

James let out a sigh. "There it is."
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Sun Jul 09, 2017 3:01 am
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She looks at the great beast apprehensively. It's trapped, but still quite formidable. With bated breath, she swings up on her horse and draws her sword.

"We flanking it?"
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The old that is strong does not wither,
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Sun Jul 09, 2017 3:21 pm
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"...Yes. Seems the best option," James replied, as he continued drawing closer, slowly. Still quite a ways out of reach of the beast.
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Sun Jul 09, 2017 4:02 pm
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She nods. "Alright. Let's go for it, then. I'll see if I can distract it so you can get in close." Summoning her courage, she utters a canine howl as she races behind the beast on her horse, blade almost glowing in the light from the luminescent undergrowth.
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The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost."


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Mon Jul 10, 2017 6:01 am
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Spoiler! :
sorry i totally put this off b/c i like, didnt know exactly what i wanted to write but im just gonna go for it n try mi best


James nodded and followed, running at the beast from the side. The grangor twisted it's head at Tasha's howl and let out a loud roar in reply, and began to struggle against the rock to pull its paw out again, but was failing. It stood up as much as it was able and flicked its tail in Tasha's direction, attempting to knock her down.

Meanwhile, James hung back as grangor's front paw reached for him, but called out to Tasha. "Duck!"
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She doesn't hesitate to do so, leaning low over her horse's neck as she gallops behind the grangor. It's massive tail grazes Nightmare's ears as it sweeps above them. Tasha races around to its side, drawing her dagger from her boot in her left hand and opening a large gash in its right flank.
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The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost."


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Wed Jul 12, 2017 6:03 am
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The grangor quickly lashed out in response to the wound Tasha inflicted by twisting it's body around and reaching for her with it's back leg, claws fully extended. While the grangor was distracted by Tasha, James ran in under the beast's legs and sent his sword straight into the beast's stomach, and forcefully pulled it out. Or at least, he tried to. The sword came out about half way before the grangor's hind leg returned to the ground, after striking Tasha, and once regaining full balance, the giant feline lowered itself down onto James.

In the few seconds James had to respond, he abandoned his sword and jumped out, only catching his lower legs under the grangor's belly, but managing to scramble out from under it. Cursing to himself, he watched the beast again raise itself, looking at the sword now snugly lodged somewhere in it's innards. In its attempt to crush him, it also only deepened the wound by pressing the sword further in between its stomach and the ground.

It was, considering the circumstances, a successful hit to the creature. But now James was left without a sword... and he knew if he pulled it out, the creature would bleed faster. And hopefully die faster.

He briefly made eye contact with Tasha on the other side of the grangor from his view under its belly, before he had to dodge another swipe of the grangor's paw.
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Wed Jul 12, 2017 2:25 pm
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She's fast, but the grangor was faster. It slams it's paw - claws and all - into her chest, knocking her from her horse and leaving a trail of scarlet. She grunts and rolls to her feet, biting back a cry of pain. Making eye contact with Mike, she realized he was without a sword - she throws her own to him, sliding it under the grangor as her eye darkens and her form shifts from that of a red-haired woman to a german shepherd larger than her horse. She utters a howl of challenge and defiance at the grangor, then charges it and leaps on it, digging her fangs in on the top of its neck on the same side as the trapped paw.
"All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost."


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Wed Jul 12, 2017 2:51 pm
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Spoiler! :
im on mobile so forgive any spelling errors, my fingers and the small keyboard are a not so gr8 combo,, also sorry so much happens in this post i hope its ok


James didn't respond to the sight of seeing Tasha wounded, not only were things happening too fast for him to even pricess, but he was only on one track of mind: kill the grangor, and survive. He reached for the sword, and grabbed it, and went back under the grangor with speed. The grangor's feet were all firmly planted on the ground with Tasha on its back, and it began to shake wildly back and forth, trying to shake her off and loosen her grip on its hide.

Though it was moving quickly, its muscles rippling and shaking, James was able to make a quick decision and catch the handle of the sword lodged in its abdomen. With the other sword, he stabbed across from it, and holding both handles, pulled himself up to the beast's belly and used his legs to push away from it, to pull the swords out. It was then, that the grangor began to thrash more and more - and then it pulled its paw free.

Suddenly the grangor leapt up onto its hind legs and reared. James gripped the hilts of the swords with a death grip but found that he was falling down to the ground, both swords in hand. As the swords slid out from the grangor's belly, a sudden gush of its blood splashed onto him, temporarily blinding him.

But this was not the end of the grangor's fight. As the grangor's front paws came down to the ground with a thud, the grangor stood above James, its mouth open and ready to devour him. He clashes swords with its teeth, but he stands no chance. He is thrown back by the sheer force of the lunge of its head, and slams into the rock wall that is the base of the mountain. For a moment, everything was blurred...
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Wed Jul 12, 2017 2:55 pm
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She leaps in front of him and howls at the grangor, leaping onto its face and biting it around the head, trying to get it off Mike.
"All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost."


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