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[[Perhaps my last story here, maybe?  Anyway, since people are asking for a medieval/future RP/Story, 'ere ja goh!  Also, please comment whenever you want to.&nb*beep* going to try and implement as many VU characters as possible.  The first three will be me, of course, Deallus, and Septim/Arkon.]]

~~~Caegon~~~

Upon the craggy lands of a god-forsaken mountain, a black castle stands, looming over the dark lakes around it.  Only a foolish man would ever dare to brave the castle.  For an evil creature makes it lair here, a mighty dragon.  Inside the castle sat a fair princess from one of the greatest kingdoms, a prisoner of the deadly beast.  Only one man-
(Ahem.)
Only three men could save her.  The greatest heroes in all the land.  And she shall not despair long, for they are on their way now.

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Three men walk over to the keep of the castle.  One of them was in a robe of bright blue, and his hair matching it.  Another was in an attire of leather, wielding a fine bow.  The other was wearing platemail, and holding a silver blade that shined even in the dark.

"Well, here we are!" the mage said.  "Let us be off to slay the dragon.  Huzzaah!"
"What does huzzaah mean?" the archer asked.
"I dunno, just sounds like something a hero would say."
"Huzzaah!" said the knight.
"Huzzaah!" the archer said.  "Onward to victory!

The group of men busted down the door, and faced the black dragon.

"Muahahahaha!  You cannot defeat me, for I am the great dragon!  Perish!"
"We will defeat you," said the knight.  "Prepare to fight us!"
"Let us kick that dragon's arse!" said the mage with a large smile.
"Do dragon's have arses?" the knight asked.
"I bet they do!"
"Let's beat the crap out of it!"

And they did. After a flurry of fighting, the beast was on the ground, asking for mercy.  The Princess approached the men with a broad grin.

"Thank you, kind men," she said.
"Well, it was all my help, uhh, I mean fault, uhh doing!"  the ranger said.
"Hey, what are we over here?" the knight said.  "We helped kill it, we deserve the glory."
"Well, I get the princess."
"Go ahead, have her.  My dead uncle always told me that giiiirls would drain your money and give you headaches."
"Really!?"
"My dead uncle said it, so it must be true!"
"What do we do now?" the mage said.

~~~Outskirts of Garvenburg~~~

Three young boys stood next to a building which was now completely demolished, considering they used the walls as the dragon and keep.  The names of the three children were Travis, Kelorn, and Hugh.  Travis, a scrawny boy with tattered clothing, stood holding a stick with a plum attached to the top of it, as to imitate a magic staff.  Kelorn, a normal sized boy, was holding a bunch of small sticks and using them as arrows.  Hugh, with an althetic build, was wielding a thick stick, and would constantly break things with the wooden stick.

"We should probably get home, it's almost time for my supper!" Kelorn remarked.
"You guys go on without me," Travis said.  "I'll catch up."
"You going to clean up that house?" Hugh asked.
"The landlord will recognize the pulp of a fruit, the small twigs stuck everywhere, and the broken windows, after what we did to his house," Travis smirked.
"True," Hugh nodded.  "Cya!"

The two boys left, as Travis threw several hundred twigs, a dozen fragments of glass, several cloths ruined by a fruit, and some ripped up books, into a trash pile.  Travis then gathered it all up, and left it for the sanitation men to tidy it.