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A whole new world continued:

A slight drizzle had caused the forest clearing to fog up. It was very difficult to see much further than the shrubs where I had taken refuge. Eris was close by, I could sense her. The mass of a wolf, Vlk was next to me, vibrating in preparation for attack. Kaliana was somewhere around. The motley crew was out for my first zombie hunt. Kaliana and Eris had been training me for several weeks in various forms of combat. My right side still ached a bit from the broken ribs Eris insisted on giving me every time we sparred. I felt a bit naked without any of the weapons I had been carrying around recently. The 1911 that was usually fit snugly to my back was not supporting me in its cold silence. The elder vampires had insisted that I make my first kill unaided, but the ladies would look out for me. Besides, as far as I could tell I could no longer really die.
Within the first week of instruction, Eris had made sure I understood the limits and capabilities of my new powers. The first time she made me jump off cliffs at the heights I was sure it was the end. Not five minutes and one health elixir later, I was already running miles with Eris barking at my heals to go faster. A crunch of footsteps followed by the lonely moan of a zombie woke me from my reverie.
You always seem to hear and smell zombies before you see them. This zombie shuffled along with its head hanging low. The clothes it had once worn were just tatters that hung from its limbs. What was left of its hair grew from its grey-green skin in tufts that looked like spring onion grass. The odor of death was growing stronger with each tiny shuffled step it took. I palmed a few rocks from the ground. With my nerves on edge, I slung a rock at the beast’s head. It connected with a satisfying thud. The zombie stopped, slowly tilting its head up, pieces of its ear fell to the ground where I had hit it. It very slowly started to look around; I let loose another rock. This lodged in its eye, and made obvious my position. With a roar the zombie started for me spilling noxious gas from its rotting innards. At first I was petrified, what if the zombie killed me? The others had told me that, as a vampire, it was impossible to become a zombie from a bite alone. I wasn’t as sure about it as they; just weeks ago I thought vampires were just a story.
Before I could think any further, the zombie was on me. I dodged its first few swings of rotting arms, pivoting on my right foot, I danced around the monster. Concentrating, I jabbed my right into the zombie’s kidneys, puss and rot covered my returning fist. The zombie turned swinging wildly with its arms outstretched for me. I pushed its arms out of the way and went in for my first combat bite. The zombie’s flesh tore away in my fangs with ease. I disgusting mixture of rot and blood slithered down my throat. Even so, I could feel the little life left in the zombie bolstering my power. With confidence I wound back for a finishing blow. My undead hands hardened like a talon ready to rip the life from my enemy. My fist connected with its jaw, sending teeth, skin and most of the jaw flying. The zombie moaned sending its poisonous gas to sully my air. My eyes stung from the terrible green smoke, and I could feel my skin begin to peel. I quickly grabbed the zombie’s head in both my hands and dashed it against my knee, sending zombie bits flying. Its brain was now exposed but still functional. Swinging my body around to gain momentum, I swung my right leg in the air, connecting with the zombies head. At the same time, I fired a heavy jab with my left into the zombie’s body. With a crunch and a pop, the zombie’s head went flying breaking into pieces as it traveled. The decapitated body fell to the ground with a wet crunch.
Vlk sidled up and sniffed the remains of the zombie body. Satisfied that it was dead, the massive vampire wolf walked into the mist. The swirling hole in the fog was quickly filled with Eris, brandishing a smile highlighted by her flaming green eyes. “Well now that weren’t so bad darl’n,” her Cajun accent falling like honey on my ears, “you a-most got you bit by dat nasty thing, but killed it good you did!” It was then I noticed that her hands were similarly covered in gore. She and Kaliana must have been keeping other zombies at bay while I worked. “Dat Bad Ass is go’n to stay here fo’ some fun,” Eris said nodding her head towards the mist, “Let’s go get us a couple drinks to celebrate you first kill.” With that she grabbed my still shaking hand and dragged me out of the clearing they called the Haunting towards downtown.

To be continued…

niceeeeeeeeeeeee your first kill woohoooooo damm love that stories good job greg xxxxxxxxxxxxx sinceraly

Nice picture added to the story , Can't wait for more

That picture was randomly stolen from a google images search, I can't take any credit for it beyond good placement

yay! I like the new chapter. the first kill is very exciting.

image placement is key.

Xelco’s Finest:

I had never been to Financial district before, or at least not in my memory. It was the buffer zone between us and them. The one had to go through financial to get to Bayview or to get out to the rest of the world. I walked behind Eris, considering what drink I would be getting at this favorite bar of hers. I watched her strawberry blond hair sway back and forth over her tan shoulders. The gothic tattoo “Bellavicious” blinking in and out of view between the strings of her tank-top as her shapely body sauntered along. I would have been very attracted to her, if I wasn’t completely terrified of her. The past weeks had shown me just how dangerous she was. Probably the only vampire I had met who did not carry anything more than a skinning knife for protection. She had decapitated my cock-sure attitude as a human in only a matter of hours upon meeting.
Financial district smelled and sounded different than any other area of New Valencia I had been to. There was a pulsing beat like thousands of butterflies where swarming around my head. This distracting sound was only amplified by the sweet metallic smell in the air that made my stomach turn over in sudden hunger. Noticing my sudden discomfort, Eris gave me her usual knowing look. “Dat de humans here you feel’n,” she purred in her usual Cajun drawl.
“That noise?” I moaned, “and the smell?”
“Sure is darl’n,” she said with a squeeze of my shoulder. “I forgot dis da first time you in contact with em since you change. We gonna have to get some hema in you with a quickness.” With that she turned, her hair flowing around her head. “Hurry up, just follow me boy, we get you straight soon nuff.”
I hastened my step trying to keep up with the walking weapon that was my master. We headed towards a great golden globe statue. The word Xelco was circling the globe as if chasing its own tail. As we sauntered up to the building the intense sound and smell of humans became almost overbearing. Then an oppressively heavy hand landed on my shoulder, followed by the growl of a massive animal.
I turned to find a man who stood much higher than my six-feet. He looked more like a living muscle than a man. Thick scaring etched a pattern on his tanned face, and over his bald head, which made it look as though he was striped. His massive forearm pushed the limits of his dark suit as he grasped hard onto my shoulder. “This child yours Eris,” he growled.
With blinding speed, Eris grabbed a hold of the man’s hand ripping it from my shoulder, then twisting in it such a way as to make the mountain of a man yelp and whimper in pain. Three more men appeared behind the first, pulling weaponry from concealment on their bodies, and growling fiercely. The scarred man picked up Eris, spinning her in the air, untwisting his hand. Eris landed lightly, between the four and myself. “Ever de one fo games Hrodwulf,” she said cautiously.
The big man’s face broke into a toothy grin, and a deep rumbling laugh began to assault my ears. “We will have to do that again dearie,” he said gulping for breath between laughs. “Been a long time since we last sparred, and I owe you one.” Pointing to me he said, “you be careful in there kiddo, slip up, me and my pack gonna be hunt’n for you.” With that, he nodded to Eris, and signaled his group to back-off.
Eris’ hand touched mine that was glued to the gun on my back, reminding me to relax. “Don’t you worry Greg,” her Cajun accent was soft and almost sweet. “Hrodwulf is one of the oldest werewolves around, and he has no interest in you beyond his duties. He and his pack were designated as the protectors of this damn Xelco,” she said nodding towards the door of the building. “Without them, the humans in there wouldn’t have lasted very long. Shoot, without them wouldn’t be no treaty, and we still be liv’n as the hunters hunted.” She flipped her hair over her shoulder and started towards the door. “Now come on, we got us a scientist to see.”
The front hall of the Xelco building was much like any other office building. Soft music played, couches were dotted around for people waiting for appointments, potted plants were strategically places to help the ambiance. There were two striking differences in the décor and design. The first was the presence of two massive robots, armed to the teeth. They trained their guns on us as we walked in. Eris patted my arm shaking her head, letting me know not to worry. The second was the two large rotating doors between the robots that sported the sign “No Vampires” above them in bold lettering and several languages. Eris steered me off to the right, away from the standard reception table and towards another rotating door. She placed her hand on the pad to the right of the door, and I watched as the interior of the door slid to create an opening.
The lab we arrived in was much like any you might see in the movies. Beakers, and scales, and caged animals everywhere, microscopes and computers lined the walls. The barrage of human seemed to stop the moment we walked through that revolving door. Eris led me through the maze of seemingly empty work stations towards the back of the lab. She stopped at a refrigerator and stuck he head in. I admired the fine physique of my teacher as she clattered around in the cooler. She popped back out holding two beer bottles. “Heya Beatrise, got you a customer,” she shouted throwing me one of the beers. Silenced followed, only broken by Eris opening her beer. “She be out presently, enjoy that little one there, one of Beatrise’s special brews.”
I uncapped the bottle too the familiar hiss of released pressure. I put the drink to my lips and tipped it back for a tentative taste. The bubbly liquid slid down my throat, with the diet taste of hema. I was slightly stunned by the euphoric feeling that came over my body. The usual fire in my veins that came with hema was drowned out by a cool happiness. I felt light and joyous, even turning to hug my mistress who maintained her cool and collected manner. I tipped the bottle back again taking a deep draught and allowing the liquid happy to permeate my body. I turned to Eris with a silly grin, “this stuff is great!”
“Ha! Sure is,” she said taking another pull from her own. “Don’t tell, she can’t make enough for everyone.” Just as the last words left her lips I noticed two sharp green eyes peering at us over one of the white work stations. The eyes quickly disappeared and were replaced by a slender woman in a white lab coat. Her fingers were black with what looked like engine grease. It did not take away from the beauty that stood in front of me. With snow white skin, and soft brown hair, she looked like one of those models in a car magazine who has gotten ‘awl dwirty’. She cocked her head inspecting me.
“So how long exactly has it been since you were bitten?” She said poking and pinching me a bit as she circled me appraising me like livestock.
“Been here couple months now, I’d say, but its awfully hard to tell time these days,” I answered. “Hey what is with that anyway? Doesn’t the sun ever totally come out, or is it always cloudy here?”
“Well you certainly wouldn’t want the sun out child,” Beatrise responded. “Burn that silly smile right off your face, even with sunset, the sun is still a problem I can’t solve.” She sat down at one of the work stations and beckoned to me. “Luckily for us Ohai put in those clouds, it makes sunset actually work when it isn’t direct sunlight, but out in the rest of the world, sunset will maybe give you ten, twenty minutes of direct contact before you lose something.” She pulled out a syringe and began feeling around my forearm for a vein.
“Is that the stuff Matt gave me that first day Eris?” I asked turning to my mistress who had comfortably stretched out on the opposite station, the beer in hand, resting on the curve of her hips. A curious smile on her face let me know that the hema drink was effecting her now too.
“No, no, Matt doesn’t need to use sunset,” Beatrise responded. “I never have been able to break down what that damn purple stuff is, but if you can get your hands on it, save it. It doesn’t seem to be addictive like sunset, and none of that,” she paused contemplating her words, “Other stuff either.” The grease from her hands had left cute smudges on her dimpled face, not to mention on my arm. I watched as she removed the very dark blood from my body. She filled several tubes, marking them all and scribbling furiously on a pad next to her. “Well these should do it,” she proclaimed. “We’ll have you mapped out in no time! Ha, I may get to solve another mystery tonight, sorry Eris, hate to take your fun.”
“Show would like to know,” Eris said stretching on the table then rising. “Whoever that rouge is is stirring up a bunch of trouble. Wouldn’t be a problem in da old days, but now dey know where we are. Would be a war I reckon.”
“Yeh, but that would fun now too,” Beatrise responded. “It’s been too long since my sword tasted human. Not to complain, but makes me miss the old days, before the treaty.”
“Well, you could join us for our next stop darl’n, always entertaining,” An evil smile crossed Eris’ lips.
“Oh no, you know I prefer to tinker anyway. I was going to finish the upgrade I’ve been working on for your Hummer.”
“Oh, now, when you put it that way,” Eris pushed me towards the door. “We’ll get out of your hair then darl’n, maybe a rain check?” Beatrice was already gone. “Huh, she do that. Gets work on her mind and just turns to disappearing. We just be head’n on anyhow, you ready for some fun boy.” She let out a long whistle as we passed through the Xelco lobby again. “We gonna go get you some toys. Hope Caelan is in his usual bad mood, always more fun.”


To be continued...

Wow, this is incredible. Very detailed. You have some serious talent, I can't wait to read more.

Awesome as always Greg, , can't wait for the next one!

Not too shabby Mr. Flood, at best a B-. You need to actually edit your work, as always is the case.

Wow, great praise Doc! Thanks!!!!

Catching up! And it's awesome! I love how you're portraying the CoE world to the tiniest detail.

Yuck, that Zombie actually sent shivers of disgust down my spine, well done

And you're illustrating your story now, you copycat

Yes, I am a copy cat, how else but to emulate one's better?

Enjoy this next bit, it is really meant to go directly along with the one that comes after, but I reached a good stopping point and figured I would give y'all a bit of a teaser!

“Valencia Narrows,” Eris said sweeping her hand around her. “You will never find a more wretched hive of scum and villainy. We must be cautious darl’n.” As if to punctuate her point, several malformed beings scuttled from the safety of one alley to the next. I could smell the rotting flesh of their bodies even from the several meters between us. Eris and Kaliana had told me about them, sunset addicts. Apparently as the addiction progressed the victim became so obsessed with sunset that they forgot about nourishment in any form. First they would grow gaunt and pallid, then they would begin to turn into beasts, barely recognizable to their closest of kin. It was rumored that Gankutsuou, Matt’s supposed son, keeps them for entertainment.
The narrows had a different feel than the other sections of New Valencia I had been too. It was darker here. As we walked along I could feel invisible eyes watching me from the deep shadows, I could hear the whisper of voices, and the shuffle of hidden feet. Whenever I turned to see if I could find the source of these distractions, I found nothing there but shadow. The buildings either seemed completely abandoned or in serious want of care. If there was any paint left it was cracked and flaking off. Most had large scars in the bricks and stones of their facades. There did not seem to be any windows left in that dark section of the eternal city. Boards and planks covered the openings that had once contained glass. Few windows revealed life in the form of light, and those that did only held a faint afterthought of illumination.
I thought to reach to the Colt 1911 at the snug of my back, only to realize it was already in my hand. “What in the hell are we doing here anyway?” I asked of my mistress.
“Like I tol’ you,” her casual Cajun accent replied. “We come see bout gett’n you some goodies. I heard Caelan is in town, thought we’d go pay him a visit. He bout the best weapon maker round, and that pea shooter ain’t gonna do you much good inna real fight. We gotta get you some steel.” She stopped at a heavy wooden double door. Caste iron fittings held it in place, with a large cast iron viper head bisected by the split in the pair. She pushed in the right eye of the viper, setting off a sound of moving hardware and gears. Eris stepped back a pace, and the large doors groaned open.
The fire of large cast iron sconces lit the stone hallway behind the door. We headed into the building. My grip on the pistol in my hand tightened as I heard the sound of a quickly shuffling feet coming towards us. As we neared a bend in the hall, Eris stopped and silently slipped into a shadow to await the coming commotion. I follow suit a bit further back and on the opposite side of the wall. We could now hear the voices of men and woman as they approached. I looked across the hall for any instruction from my mistress, but she was invisible in the darkness. Then they were on us, my body was completely still my mind focused, ready to strike.
“That damned Caelan,” a woman’s voice said.
A harsh male voice followed, “don’t say that infront of him, you remember Cyrus and what happened to him.”
“Those bounty hunters are in for a bad night,” a third voice added.
A forth chimed in as the group passed by my mistress, “Wuher is going to be pissed if Caelan messes the place up again.”
“Ha that old vamp has the rubies to pay for it though,” said a fifth as they passed me by unnoticed. “Maybe Wuher will buy some stools with padding this time.”
“Oh,” said another. “Maybe he will get some decent O neg for a change.”
They all laughed as they passed beyond the great wooden doors out into the streets. The moment the door came to rest I sensed the movement of my mistress as she separated herself from the shadows. “Isn’t Caelan the one we are going to see?” I asked.
“Yes,” she purred, “but he know how to take care of himself.”

To be continued soon…

heh, nice greg...a teaser is exactly what I DON'T want :P:P

Val narrows continued:

As we continued down the dark hallway light could finally be seen indicating an end to the stone hall. We had been walking for what seemed like quite a while, and I got the impression that we had gone well underground after countless switchbacks and increased moisture. As we neared the light I could hear several heartbeats, and smell the metallic smell that Eris had told me was that of humans. When we finally arrived at the opening to what appeared to be a dank, dark bar, we were greeted by a human. The sound of her heartbeat and the smell of her blood clouded out any other perceptions. I could see the blood coursing through her veins; her jugular pulsed as if inviting me to bite.
“Good evening,” the human greeted us. “Welcome back mistress Eris, and welcome master. We have a wonderful menu this evening; I myself have personally contributed to it.” He moved his gaze from Eris to me, and noticing my odd posture cocked his eyebrow in disapproval. “The master looks thirsty. Mistress what can I get you?” He said stepping behind the podium next to the entrance.
I felt my muscles tensing, I was ready to strike. I took a deep breath of the stale barroom air and prepared to lunge at the human before me. Just as I released my muscles and was rising from the ground, Eris’s soft hand landed on my shoulder stopping me in my tracks. “Sorry darl’n he Sergio there has the finest AB in New Val, you ain’t ready for nothing like that yet,” she said handing me a bottle of hema. “Drink dis, and simm’a down child. Let’s see, here…” she dropped her hand from my shoulder and turned to Sergio. “Where is Caelan hold up at darl’n?” she asked him.
“That thug,” Sergio sneered at me, “is holding court in the private lounge. After the last time, I could not allow him to stay here in the main dining area. Wuher doesn’t seem to care, but then I am the one that must clean the mess.”
“Dè tha thu a dèanamh!” roared from the back, indicating to me where the private lounge was. Eris and I hurried back to the location of the shout to find a large eloquently decorated room. There were deep red couches piles with pillows, hookahs sprouted from the floor beside the couches. A large candled chandelier hung from the ceiling in the center of the blood red room, casting shadows into the corners of the room. Ancient tapestries hung from the walls depicting scenes of carnage and depravity. In the opposite corner of the room a man stood behind a great stone slab. He held a wine bottle in one hand, and a shimmering crystal goblet in the other. He was as ugly as he was round. His hair was sparse, only dotted about his heavily tattooed head. His nose seemed mashed, as it part of it had been bitten off, and his ears were finished in jagged points crowning his ugly presence. His spot behind the bar brought me to the conclusion that this was Wuher.
Immediately to our right was a group of menacing men and woman. All were dressed in a similar military fashion. Most of them held some sort of weapon at the ready, and were focused on the couches ahead of us. The group of six stood in a line right along the wall, all at the ready, almost frothing with anger. We slowly made our way into the room; our presence did nothing to fluster the concentration of the group on a figure seated on one of the couches.
“Wuher,” Shouted the same Scottish brogue we had heard before, “pourrr that damned drrrink, and then show these fools out.” The ugly man began to pour the contents of his wine bottle into the goblet, slowly shaking his head and mumbling to himself.
“Who am I Caelan,” a skinny man stepped out of the rough looking group of confronters. “You know who we are! You stole our bounty right from under our noses and have the gall to ask who we are?
Caelan stood, twisting his neck until it popped with a loud “crack.” He was not the tallest in the room, but certainly held the largest presence. His right hand rested by his hip on the hilt of a long katana. The sword’s sheath was a dark black, so dark it was almost negative in shade when compared to the dark shadows of the room. From the shadows of the scabbard, the flaming eyes of a dragon watched me, spitting fire and smoke through its teeth. The guard seamlessly sprouted from the sheath, sporting hand carved dragons protecting the user from a slipping blade. The smooth pommel betrayed the heavy use of the fine weapon. On his opposite hip, two matching sword grips poked forward beyond his comfortable dark robes. The man himself was the standard pale of an ancient vampire; his eyes sparkled in excitement above the dark stubble of his face. His black hair was pulled back and knotted high on his head. The picture of an old world samurai without amour, his features and strong brow told of roots in the west, Scandinavian perhaps, yet his dress was of the east.
Caelan threw his head back in laughter. “You canna be serious lads. I read that bingo book just as any of you do. I knew where that ruffian was and I slayed him before he ran off,” he shrugged. “Now you lads want to tell me just h-what you find so offensive of a good man doing his worrrk the way he wants! Ha! You prrrobably couldn’t convince me anyhow.”
The seeming leader of the group became ridged; his anger was obviously overcoming him. “Have it you way old man,” he spat. The group fanned out before Caelan, each began to transform into their fighting forms. Snarling fangs developed, their clothes stretched to fit larger tougher bodies. One looked as it something was trying to get out of his body his skin stretched and tore. He released a loud roar, and fur began ripping through his soft human form. In moments a towering wolf beast stood before us its head just missing the ceiling, drool dripping from its bared fangs. It was the first to step forward, and it roared a lion’s roar that pushed me back a few steps.
Caelan hadn’t moved a muscle, still standing relaxed in the nest of couches, as if this display was child’s just play. At that moment, Sergio, the waiter, came running into the room, literally running into me. Eris turned and shot a questioning look at the human. The human male was trembling. “T-t-t-here are more now, Master,” he wailed. “There is a huge group of them outside now. The doors won’t hold them long.” For a being of his size Wuher moved like a ballet dancer, swinging overtop of the bar and running across the tops of the couches to where we stood. He tapped Eris on the shoulder and nodded towards the entrance of the bar. My mistress nodded and followed the bartender out of the room.
“Hear that Caelan,” the skinny man sneered, “you are outnumbered. Not even you can take on the power of the Crows and think you can get away with it.” With that the werewolf lunged forward roaring with every step. Taking advantage of Caelan’s attention shift to the werewolf, the skinny man raised his hands to his head and fired the fiery blue missile that is a psychic spear at Caelan.
The old vampire stopped, and dropped to the ground, allowing the psychic spear to pass over him. The couch behind him received the full force of the mental projection, raising from the floor and flying to the back of the room, hitting the wall and falling to splinters. The werewolf was on Caelan now, ripping and biting at him. Caelan seemed to manage to parry every attack the monstrous beast threw at him. Caelan grabbed the table next to him and smashed it over the werewolf’s head. The beast stumbled back shaking its head in confusion. Scissoring his legs and swinging them around Caelan the momentum to bring himself back to his feet. The other Crows charged the lone Caelan with weapons swinging.
Caelan weaved through the Crows, blocking attacks with his left hand and his still sheathed sword. He would retaliate by knocking his assailants on the forehead with a hollow “conk”. “This is your last chance kids,” he stood with his sword perpendicular to his body. The pommel of the sword was his right hand, and the sheathed blade in his left. “Lay down ye arms now, an I let ye live.” He used his thumb to release the blade of his katana just a crack. “Continue this madness and yew all die by my hand.”
The werewolf roared as it charged him again. Caelan moved with lightning speed, drawing the dark steel of his katana from its sheath, raising it to the apex at his right then coming across diagonally, slicing the raging wolf man from shoulder to hip. At first the werewolf stood still, and then its fur began to darken where Caelan had hit him. The beast took one faltering step before the left half of its body began sliding, separated from its feet, to the ground. Before the separation was complete, Caelan swooped in and sliced through its head at the eyes, exposing the beast’s brain. The fragmented werewolf fell to the floor with several wet thwacks.
The other five had encircled Caelan and charged. The master swordsman was a blur of movement between them. Loud clangs of steel against steel could be heard as one after another of the crows fell to his blade. Finally only the skinny one was left. Caelan slowly pulled his blade from the head of the skinny one’s last comrade, allowing her to drop to the ground, and turned to face the last of the six standing. The skinny vampire charged with a mad howl. He took a swing at Caelan who redirected the blow with the scabbard in his left, then within the same movement swung his blade from his feet up towards the ceiling. The skinny vampire tried to dodge, but was too slow, the blade ran through his body, from his side straight up through his head. This left the last of the gang of six still standing split like a banana peel.
Caelan turned, pulled a cloth from the folds of his robe, and wiped the blade of his katana as he returned it home. He returned his katana to its perch on the right side of his waist and pulled one of the two swords on the left out. He handed me the shorter wakizashi with a wink. “Sounded like more of these bandits are a com’n,” he said with a slight chuckle. “We better get out there and help that she-devil and Wuher.” Clapping me on the shoulder he led me out into the main bar, leaving behind six bloody corpses and their blood splattered on the walls.

To be continued…

Oooh, martial arts chapter! And dragons ... wonderful! I want mmoooarrrr!!! The fight is totally absorbing and realistic (well, magico-realistic, but we are magical beings).

Mwahaha @ Calean ... what a grandiose idea!

And I love the picture - where's the lovely dragon from?

LOL, glad you liked it... I need to re-read LoTR to brush up on my fighting wording.

The dragon was a random, and rather incorrect addition. I was trying for several days to draw my own dragon, I didn't fail miserably per se, but sure didn;t draw one to my liking. This dragon that made it is a Chinese dragon found in a google images search, not a Japanese dragon as it should be, but I imagined Caelan's dragon as blue, and this was blue! I am splitting hairs over art that is very similar though...

My image of a Caelan is loosely based on Zatôichi, but not blind and more heavily armed oh and Scottish

heh, I"ve been trying to draw the weapons myself, but I can't draw metal without it looking like crap for some reason, its quite difficult...and I havn't mastered photoshop to do free hand drawing and colouring on there either.

lol thanks Greg, cant wait for the next part of your story

Is Calean...calan?

And...lmao south-belle-bella

Real good story greg, you really wove in lots of CoE references, from fighting, location and everything. But...white crows are wolves?