https://www.fairytail-rp.com/t40850-honorable-death-the-death-of-a-time-tested-warrior
Reina was quickly understanding some issues with this human culture. Resources, food and precious metals, were not gathered by force but by currency? Or at least they preferred that, which Reina disagreed with it. But being bound by her own word she was forced to partake in it, which was the only reason why she found herself making her way out to this small village. Straw hats and wooden shacks littered all in front of her. The villagers pointed her out to the far out shack to the "warrior" that requested death. She would make her way towards it, finding there a old man waiting outside in a rocking chair.
"Ah what a accomplished warrior! Can't believe I got dragged out here for this." she would say aloud mostly to herself in draconic. The old man's attention, gained from her grunts and hisses, in turned reply in the same manner, "For what it's worth, I thank you for making the trip."
Reina was surprised, no shocked, and was unable to hide her expression. "You...know my tongue?"
"Yes I do, tell me, before I find my glory, do you care for some tea and conversation?"
Reina merely nodded as the man retreated inside his shack, before coming back out with a old metal tray holding old ceramic teapot and cups. Reina pulled near a worn wooden chair as the man placed the tea and began to serve it. Reina picked up her cup, letting herself feel the warmth. Tasting the smell, her brow furrowed in confusion, not recognizing it.
"Never had lemon tea before?" The old man asked, he himself holding his own cup.
"No, it's a interesting smell, like orange." She responded, both now speaking the draconic language. The old man merely nodded as he took his sip, and she did to in kind. Reina then decided lemon was a excellent flavor for tea.
"Now, I am Gilroy of old crocus, leader of a guard before my retirement out here. And you?" The old man began after a bit of time.
"I am Reina, daughter of Chalybe, the living furnace. You should be lucky, death at the hands of a daughter of a dragon is a excellent way to go."
"Hah, truly. One of my regrets is that I never had a chance to fight one while I was young and vibrant. Tell me though, does that make you a dragon slayer?"
"I suppose it would, why?"
"Forgive me, it's just that most don't know draconic, and I figured if someone would know it, it would be a dragon slayer."
"But you are no slayer, how did you learn it?"
The old man would recline in his chair, setting his cup down on the makeshift table. He seemed to search his memories before sitting forward again.
"Truth is, I grew up in a family where we aspired to become like dragons. My ancestors worshiped them see, and while me and my folks didn't worship them so reverently, we still took care to learn the language and held onto our family crest."
Reina would smile at that, "Your ancestors were very wise, a shame your family weren't so devout. Maybe they and you could had become far stronger and avoided...this."
The old man merely smirked, "Oh, does not age make a dragon stronger? Surely by this standard, you should yearn to be like me?"
Reina would scoff at this "To be old and dried up like you? You must forget then that dragons unlike humans don't suffer from the onslaught of time."
"Oh they definitely do, maybe not in a way people do. But all are powerless in the face of time."
"Tut, your head must be rusted like iron exposed to believe that. Come, I am here to give you death at the hands of a dragon am I not?"
"Yes, one thing though dear. Time gives you insight of the world. Lets you see those who have yet not felt its bite. Much like you, your scales have yet to be tested."
Reina would suddenly stand, infuriated by the claim, "My scales have been hardened by summer heat and winter winds! I have fell many a beast far bigger then me! Foes who face me tremble when they see me approach! No Gilroy, my scales like iron have been battered and form into the finest armor that no sword could hope to pierce!"
Gilroy simply laughed, which did nothing to ease Reina's anger. "Yet here you are! Tell me, if this was true, would you feel the need to defend yourself from my criticism? Wouldn't your prowess speak for yourself once we battle?" Reina said nothing, lending weight to Gilroy's words. He finished his tea and got up. "Allow me a few minutes to put on my scales and claws, then we can begin."
Reina stood outside, the day now had turned evening, a small wind began to blow. Gilroy finally emerged from the shack. His scales were old chainmail, worn but taken care of. His claws was a single steel longsword, shining brightly in the setting sun. His wing was a shield, baring the insignia of a red dragon. The two stood before each other, the silence thick.
"I have one last thing, if you'll allow it." the silence broken by Gilroy. Reina merely nodded, her stance not changed from a battle one. "I have no doubt your scales will handle the challenges of life. Just know, the more you strike out, the more the world will return in kind."
"I would have it no other way."
"Spoken like a true dragon."
The two stood at the ready, and Reina was the first to attack. She charged forward, her right hand aiming at jab at his side. Gilroy parried the blow with his shield, and pushed the slayer back. He then returned with a slash from his longsword. Reina would block with her left arm, it clanging off of iron. She would then charge forward with a lunge, this time Gilroy forced to block with his shield. The blow was hard enough to splinter the shield's wood. He then fell?
Reina was confused by his sudden fall, then realized something was wrong with him. She then kneeled near his side where he lay spasming. She watched as he slowed, then stopped entirely, his grip never letting go of his weaponry. Reina would learn later that Gilroy died of a heart attack due to a hole in his heart from his guard days. The local priest said that he could had passed any day from it, but was glad Gilroy could die fighting. Reina didn't go to his funeral, only after it was done she would go to his tombstone. On it she would carve in draconic "Warrior." With that and her jewels collected, she would depart from the small village, the morning sun illuminating her way.
WC: 1148
Reina was quickly understanding some issues with this human culture. Resources, food and precious metals, were not gathered by force but by currency? Or at least they preferred that, which Reina disagreed with it. But being bound by her own word she was forced to partake in it, which was the only reason why she found herself making her way out to this small village. Straw hats and wooden shacks littered all in front of her. The villagers pointed her out to the far out shack to the "warrior" that requested death. She would make her way towards it, finding there a old man waiting outside in a rocking chair.
"Ah what a accomplished warrior! Can't believe I got dragged out here for this." she would say aloud mostly to herself in draconic. The old man's attention, gained from her grunts and hisses, in turned reply in the same manner, "For what it's worth, I thank you for making the trip."
Reina was surprised, no shocked, and was unable to hide her expression. "You...know my tongue?"
"Yes I do, tell me, before I find my glory, do you care for some tea and conversation?"
Reina merely nodded as the man retreated inside his shack, before coming back out with a old metal tray holding old ceramic teapot and cups. Reina pulled near a worn wooden chair as the man placed the tea and began to serve it. Reina picked up her cup, letting herself feel the warmth. Tasting the smell, her brow furrowed in confusion, not recognizing it.
"Never had lemon tea before?" The old man asked, he himself holding his own cup.
"No, it's a interesting smell, like orange." She responded, both now speaking the draconic language. The old man merely nodded as he took his sip, and she did to in kind. Reina then decided lemon was a excellent flavor for tea.
"Now, I am Gilroy of old crocus, leader of a guard before my retirement out here. And you?" The old man began after a bit of time.
"I am Reina, daughter of Chalybe, the living furnace. You should be lucky, death at the hands of a daughter of a dragon is a excellent way to go."
"Hah, truly. One of my regrets is that I never had a chance to fight one while I was young and vibrant. Tell me though, does that make you a dragon slayer?"
"I suppose it would, why?"
"Forgive me, it's just that most don't know draconic, and I figured if someone would know it, it would be a dragon slayer."
"But you are no slayer, how did you learn it?"
The old man would recline in his chair, setting his cup down on the makeshift table. He seemed to search his memories before sitting forward again.
"Truth is, I grew up in a family where we aspired to become like dragons. My ancestors worshiped them see, and while me and my folks didn't worship them so reverently, we still took care to learn the language and held onto our family crest."
Reina would smile at that, "Your ancestors were very wise, a shame your family weren't so devout. Maybe they and you could had become far stronger and avoided...this."
The old man merely smirked, "Oh, does not age make a dragon stronger? Surely by this standard, you should yearn to be like me?"
Reina would scoff at this "To be old and dried up like you? You must forget then that dragons unlike humans don't suffer from the onslaught of time."
"Oh they definitely do, maybe not in a way people do. But all are powerless in the face of time."
"Tut, your head must be rusted like iron exposed to believe that. Come, I am here to give you death at the hands of a dragon am I not?"
"Yes, one thing though dear. Time gives you insight of the world. Lets you see those who have yet not felt its bite. Much like you, your scales have yet to be tested."
Reina would suddenly stand, infuriated by the claim, "My scales have been hardened by summer heat and winter winds! I have fell many a beast far bigger then me! Foes who face me tremble when they see me approach! No Gilroy, my scales like iron have been battered and form into the finest armor that no sword could hope to pierce!"
Gilroy simply laughed, which did nothing to ease Reina's anger. "Yet here you are! Tell me, if this was true, would you feel the need to defend yourself from my criticism? Wouldn't your prowess speak for yourself once we battle?" Reina said nothing, lending weight to Gilroy's words. He finished his tea and got up. "Allow me a few minutes to put on my scales and claws, then we can begin."
Reina stood outside, the day now had turned evening, a small wind began to blow. Gilroy finally emerged from the shack. His scales were old chainmail, worn but taken care of. His claws was a single steel longsword, shining brightly in the setting sun. His wing was a shield, baring the insignia of a red dragon. The two stood before each other, the silence thick.
"I have one last thing, if you'll allow it." the silence broken by Gilroy. Reina merely nodded, her stance not changed from a battle one. "I have no doubt your scales will handle the challenges of life. Just know, the more you strike out, the more the world will return in kind."
"I would have it no other way."
"Spoken like a true dragon."
The two stood at the ready, and Reina was the first to attack. She charged forward, her right hand aiming at jab at his side. Gilroy parried the blow with his shield, and pushed the slayer back. He then returned with a slash from his longsword. Reina would block with her left arm, it clanging off of iron. She would then charge forward with a lunge, this time Gilroy forced to block with his shield. The blow was hard enough to splinter the shield's wood. He then fell?
Reina was confused by his sudden fall, then realized something was wrong with him. She then kneeled near his side where he lay spasming. She watched as he slowed, then stopped entirely, his grip never letting go of his weaponry. Reina would learn later that Gilroy died of a heart attack due to a hole in his heart from his guard days. The local priest said that he could had passed any day from it, but was glad Gilroy could die fighting. Reina didn't go to his funeral, only after it was done she would go to his tombstone. On it she would carve in draconic "Warrior." With that and her jewels collected, she would depart from the small village, the morning sun illuminating her way.
WC: 1148
