"Well...
The Dragons Of Maldora were a lost race of dragons which had Armour forged from molten rock and many had went in search for them but only few came back with mortal wounds but on one faithful day, one man went there and took a piece of their armour and came back to tell the tale. A terrible attack came on to him a few days later, losing the armour piece, he left a note for his grandson to go in search for the missing armour piece and The Dragons Of Maldora."

Gandal grunted, putting a thumb in the air. 'Count me in...'

"Ok, Lets go!"

I am Aragon
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Aragon, who was sitting in the back corner of the bar, hiding in the shadows, watched carefully as the young child smiled at Gandal, who in he had no interest, and the other man who was eating bacon bigger than his chair. He also didn't have an interest in him. It was the young child, he looked strangely familiar. He sat their sipping his beer, and suddenly he found why he was so familiar. He was Johnson Nemo's grandson. Aragon had known Johnson for a while and thought that the boy must be his grandson, because he was the spitting image of him. He approached the boy and spoke "Are you the grandson of Johnson Nemo, because if you are, I think I can help in your quest.

"So I am, how could you help though?"

I was a friend of your grandad, I went with him to get the dragons arnor. The dragon woke up and I told him to go and I would hold the dragon off. So he ran off and I killed the dragon, barely escaping. I am willing to help and give the neccesarry guidance. You may heard of me. I am Aragon Ravenshield

"And you, Gandal, if you talk to Nemo like you just did, I'll knock ya block off. So shut up and leave him alone. He has already got enough to be scared about without you scaring him every time he interrupts you. And you" said Aragon, glaring at Ace " how the hell do you fit all that bacon in" his expression softening as he spoke the question.

"Hmm I could help you kid, what's in it for me. I ain't blindly walking into a den of dragons to be toasted." Ace said.

"If you an help me get the lost armour piece, we can go find the Dragons we could get more armour peices and ask a blacksmith if you could make into armour and swords if you'd like"

"Hmm, I got this sword here she has helped me out more times than the amount of length on a string. I ain't helping you unless money is involved." Ace continued

"We could sell the armour?"

"Fine, I will help you on this quest of sorts" Ace replied standing up and heading for the door.

"where do we meet and when?"

Gandal smiled, the sound of money clanking running through his head. He waited for Dakkarr to reply to Ace's question.

Bringing out an old map.

'Where are we headed first?' Said gandal, the slur no more in his voice.

(Message was to long on other one )

"We must head towards the nearest village and go over the mountains on the far right"

'And then?' Gandal mumbled, pushing away a mug of beer.

"To get to the Maldora... After my grandfather got the piece it was a barren waste land but it is passable and we still have to look out for the dragons they could be any where" Nemo stated with fear.

'When do we start?' Gamjdal said, eagerness in his voice.

"When your ready"

'Well!' Said  Gandal rising, 'I am ready.'

"Great, Ace?"

"I am ready now but I need to go get my caravan." Ace replied walking out of the door and into the pouring rain.

(lol caravans in a fantasy role play)

"Ok, we leave in the morning get some rest"

((it looks one of these





I own one it has all my supplies in there I am a travelling adventurer))