Post by Drider on Mar 26, 2017 1:57:31 GMT 1
Time and Date:: March 26yh, Night
Weather:: Partially Cloudy, New Moon
The island of Berk was covered in a peaceful darkness that was only disturbed by the lights of hearth fires inside huts and the viking statues that illuminated the cove for sailors at night while warding off evil spirits. The entire scene was incredibly tranquil, a picturesque getaway for anyone who knew of this gem.
"I dreamed a dreeeeeeeeam the other night..." A grating voice sang out, piercing the otherwise still night and causing the birds to stir from their nests.
"Looooooooow-lands, lowlands awaaaaayyyyy-i-aaaayyyyy me John!" The grating voice quickly grew into a shrill that was painful enough to force the birds to fly from their nests in fear.
A brief pause gave the on lookers a faint glimmer of hope, only to have that hope crushed by the realization that the pause was simply fro the illusive singer to catch his breath for the next verse.
"My love she caaaame, all dressed in whiiiiite." The gruff voice continued as a small viking ship slipped into view of the village torch lights. Berkians could finally see that the source of the disturbance was indeed a man and not a dreaded banshee as had some feared. But this man wasn't a Berkian by birth, he was a recent addition, an outsider to be specific; Bragg the Bitter. Bragg was hanging off of the mast of the tiny boat, much like a pirate or swashbuckler, as he sang. The boat clearly would have capsized from the move if Bragg wasn't accompanied by the ever-faithful Rumblehorn that he colorfully dubbed Headbutter. Strangely enough, Headbutter did not seem to mind the singing one bit.
"Looooooooow-lands awaaaayyyyy." Bragg finished off on a low note as he closed his eyes and clutched his fist close to his heart in a very dramatic moment as his boat glided into port. "Ah, good to be back, wouldn't ya agree Headbutter?" Bragg looked to the left, then to the right, then behind him. "Headbutter?" He called out aloud once more, confused as to where his dragon had run off to. Knowing he needed to tie off the ship at the dock, Bragg turned to step off of the boat, only to be faced with Headbutter's devastating skullbash. "YEOW!" Bragg cried out in surprise as he fell back into the tiny boat, causing the helmet on his head to cover up his face while the boat rocked back and forth. "Glad to see your still feeling dandy."
The Rumblehorn grunted and started striding along the dock. "Why all the fuss?" Bragg grumbled as he stood up and started tying off the boat. "its not my fault we can carry more fish in a boat than we can on your back!" Headbutter responded with a simple huff of annoyance.
Weather:: Partially Cloudy, New Moon
The island of Berk was covered in a peaceful darkness that was only disturbed by the lights of hearth fires inside huts and the viking statues that illuminated the cove for sailors at night while warding off evil spirits. The entire scene was incredibly tranquil, a picturesque getaway for anyone who knew of this gem.
"I dreamed a dreeeeeeeeam the other night..." A grating voice sang out, piercing the otherwise still night and causing the birds to stir from their nests.
"Looooooooow-lands, lowlands awaaaaayyyyy-i-aaaayyyyy me John!" The grating voice quickly grew into a shrill that was painful enough to force the birds to fly from their nests in fear.
A brief pause gave the on lookers a faint glimmer of hope, only to have that hope crushed by the realization that the pause was simply fro the illusive singer to catch his breath for the next verse.
"My love she caaaame, all dressed in whiiiiite." The gruff voice continued as a small viking ship slipped into view of the village torch lights. Berkians could finally see that the source of the disturbance was indeed a man and not a dreaded banshee as had some feared. But this man wasn't a Berkian by birth, he was a recent addition, an outsider to be specific; Bragg the Bitter. Bragg was hanging off of the mast of the tiny boat, much like a pirate or swashbuckler, as he sang. The boat clearly would have capsized from the move if Bragg wasn't accompanied by the ever-faithful Rumblehorn that he colorfully dubbed Headbutter. Strangely enough, Headbutter did not seem to mind the singing one bit.
"Looooooooow-lands awaaaayyyyy." Bragg finished off on a low note as he closed his eyes and clutched his fist close to his heart in a very dramatic moment as his boat glided into port. "Ah, good to be back, wouldn't ya agree Headbutter?" Bragg looked to the left, then to the right, then behind him. "Headbutter?" He called out aloud once more, confused as to where his dragon had run off to. Knowing he needed to tie off the ship at the dock, Bragg turned to step off of the boat, only to be faced with Headbutter's devastating skullbash. "YEOW!" Bragg cried out in surprise as he fell back into the tiny boat, causing the helmet on his head to cover up his face while the boat rocked back and forth. "Glad to see your still feeling dandy."
The Rumblehorn grunted and started striding along the dock. "Why all the fuss?" Bragg grumbled as he stood up and started tying off the boat. "its not my fault we can carry more fish in a boat than we can on your back!" Headbutter responded with a simple huff of annoyance.
