Sjach's Stories

The Competition

posted Aug 1, 2010, 1:53 PM by WordNinja   [ updated Aug 1, 2010, 3:15 PM ]

Sjach rode fiercely , his horse's hooves racing in time with the rider's breathing. The half-dragon clutched the rescue doll in one sharply clawed hand and urged Vivex faster toward the awaiting General.

General Aifos stood alone so that would mean he was the first team to return! He won!

Horse and rider skidded to a sliding stop and Sjach jumped down swiftly. He saluted the half-elf General and smiling, he raised the doll above his head in victory.

Sjach followed Aifos' gaze to the headless, shredded rag doll clenched tightly in his taloned hand. General Aifos shifted his impassive eyes to Vivex, now moving about 20 yards away in a full gallop. The massive warhorse merrily chomped on the rescue doll's head like a dog with an extra juicy bone.

"Fail. Stay till the rest arrive so you can fully observe your errors.Half rations for you both."

Disheartened, Sjach untangled his claws from the mangled cloth and stood with his shoulders hunched in shame.

Arriving at the clearing, three riders came in, each with their rescue dolls in different positions.

One trainee had gone so far as to actually talk to his doll!

The first of the group rode with the rescue doll tied to his back.

"This was a conscious rescue. Fail. You're dismissed."

The 2nd one racing in at full speed, had his rescue doll slung over one shoulder. When commanded to stop, the horse bucked and threw off his rider who landed on the rescue doll.

"Fail. You're dismissed."

The third rider trotted in, carefully holding the rescue doll over his lap, with one hand tucked securely around her waist. This guy was actually talking to the doll!

General Aifos nodded approval and gestured the talking man forward. The trainee bowed to him and stopped his horse with alacrity.

"Well done Kratas. You and Thunder have completed the task successfully. Double rations for both of you and you may take the Seat of Honor at my right tonight at dinner. Dismissed."

Before they could say another word, all eyes were drawn to the riderless horse running across the field.

With reins dragging the ground, Vivex bounded across the field, tossing the doll head up in the air and catching it.

Aifos lifted an eyebrow at Sjach and the half-dragon spent the next half hour chasing the horse up and down the meadow.

After finally catching, grooming and feeding Vivex, Sjach returned to the stern General's side.

"Sjach what was the purpose of the competition today?"

"To rescue the damsel fast as we can."

"You're half correct."

"Half Sir?"

"It's about rescuing those in need as safely and quickly as possible. Have you forgotten that we are half dragons?"

"No. Yes. Well maybe for a little while Sir." He shuffled his feet uncomfortably under the heavy condemnation.

"Your enthusiasm and bravery are admirable of course, but it's not enough to be Elite. The Elite Dragon Samurai are expected to be stronger, braver, smarter and more courageous than mere human or elven soldiers."

Aifos pinned him with a stare.

"I may be half dragon, but I am also half elf. Humans, elves and their half-bred counterparts simply aren't as strong as half-dragons. Never forget your strength for even a moment. I don't say this to be prideful. I say this to remind you that we have a responsibility to help and protect anyone who is smaller or weaker than us."



Beginnings

posted Jun 14, 2010, 1:46 PM by WordNinja

The scarred old stump burst into a flaming inferno before her eyes!

Bronwynn Aujir looked astonished at what her brother just accomplished.

“Zander that was amazing!”

He beamed proudly under her praise and answered,

“As a Dragon Samurai, it’s one of the many benefits we enjoy in exchange for our loyalty and devotion to dragons.”

His sister’s blue eyes nearly glowed with admiration for her brother and his new skills.

“If only I could join.” She sighed in envy.

Zander scrutinized his sister closely. There was something… different about her that eluded him. He knew she was being secretive.

“Bron is there something you’re keeping from me?”

Although her expression didn’t change, something flickered briefly in her eyes.  Her silence, so contrary to her nature, was a blatant admission of guilt.

With swift strides, Zander moved to this sister and grabbed her hand. He could sense, almost feel a second heartbeat within her. Sjach.

Sjach Aujir Most Recent

posted Jun 14, 2010, 1:41 PM by WordNinja

The small but elite army of Dragon Samurai stood at attention in row upon row of gleaming armor. Enormous warhorses stamped impatiently beneath the warriors, champing at the bits and tossing their heads.

Sjach reined in Vivex with a firm hand, restraining the massive animal with practiced ease.  His bronze eyes betrayed nothing of his intolerance for the ceremony.

The young man already was an impressive sight at six foot one, 200 pounds, but astride the giant coal black charger, he was more than just a little intimidating. Sjach Aujir was the newest addition to the Dragon Samurai Army.

Once the tedious ceremony ended, the men disbanded with alacrity, except Sjach. The young half-dragon sidled his horse toward the general and stopped at a respectful distance. From the saddle, Sjach bowed with deference.

“Your work is not finished Aujir.”

“No sir. It is not.”

“You will accomplish your final task now. There is word of unbridled chaos at Troll’s Bridge. Get your horse, yourself, and your gear prepared. Keep me apprised of the situation as it happens.”

“Yes Sir. I will find and accompany a worthy group of heroes. I will offer to assist them in their efforts until I have sufficiently proved the honor and value of my skills and myself, Sir. My word is my bond.”

The general nodded a brief dismissal to Sjach and wheeled his horse away.

Sjach Aujir

posted May 22, 2010, 5:21 PM by WordNinja   [ updated May 22, 2010, 5:30 PM ]

Sjach Aujir (shadow bronze in draconic)

26 yrs old
male
half human/ half bronze dragon
Lawful Neutral
8 Rogue/4 Dragon Samurai

Mother Bronwynn
Father Sveargith (Bravery in draconic)

Hair, skin and eyes are each varying shades of bronze.

Sjach (simply pronounced Jack) Aujir (pronounced O-zheurr, I guess because the french in me just came out)


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