


| =BH= Origin of the Black Flame Dragons; Converted from original to script. Enjoy | |
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| Silver Lion | May 23 2009, 08:35 PM Post #1 |
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The Origin of The Black Flame Dragons Prologue Main Characters: Aneroxid, Morpheos Side Characters: Other. Aneroxid- Deep, Spiritual person who has his goal set to great battles and wars ahead of him. He looks up after his ancestors, waging their reputation supreme. Morpheos- Demonical Beast created by the very core of Evil. Wants to destroy Aneroxid for glory and a fear blaze across the world. Bar Tender- Fat, semi-drunken tavern owner who has kept Aneroxid going. Stable Master- A grumpy, old, yet jolly character with a money-craving. King- Ruler of the land in where Aneroxid resided. He believed in Aneroxid since he defeated Morpheos. Helps him heal. Sarutobi & Elite Squadron Alpha- A help crew organized to help Aneroxid with his battle wounds. Scenery: It was raining, and the sky was filled with clouds, so the light of Sun was far away from his reach. Narrator: The clan was created 5000 years ago by Hiroku’s ancestors. It was created for a reason that is unknown. Even Hiroku himself doesn’t know why it was created and what its sole purpose is. Legends tell that one of Hiroku’s ancestors, Aneroxid, was sitting on a rather uncomfortable stool. It was made out of wood and broken on the side. Aneroxid had stopped by to drink some ale. He usually never went to that tavern, but since it was time of war, it was the nearest stop where he could rest and gain more energy for the battles to come. There is a calm fire in the coal place, quiet music played by the musicians inside the room and there is peace inside the room. Narrator: He always thought that quiet places can make you reach deeper into your thoughts, and that you can feel more safe and secure with it. Camera zooms in on Aneroxid Narrator: Aneroxid was a rather strong, manly character. He thought feeling could jeopardise any mission, any objective or goal that has been set to you. Aneroxid: Feelings are for the weak! (walking towards the tavern) Narrator (continues): He had fought many opponents, and had defeated most. He was feared by all who opposed him. In battle, he would show as a tremendous leader, brave warrior, a priest who knows magic well. Some thought of him as a gift from the Gods themselves, while some thought he was a demon set to destroy all. His usual hanging place would be cemeteries or deserted inns, taverns, houses, mansions, villas, parks. He always worked on showing his “dark” side. But the people who knew him had known he was not like that. He was a man of honour, he was brave, bold and always action-ready. He had never let any friend, family member or other close companions get hurt. He was, as some once said, “The Angel from Above”. Scene I Act 1 Scenery: The tavern, a dark, quiet place with the bar tender and some other customers. Ale, wine and beer on the menu. Aneroxid returns from the battle field, he runs into a nearby tavern. When he walks into the room, all chatting, conversations and jokes stop. He sits down and starts to drink some ale. He looks around at the people near him, closely, with a gaze that gives everyone a strike of fear. He turns right. He sits down by the fireplace. The people around him slowly start to talk again, trying to see what his reaction would be. Aneroxid just looks at the fireplace, thinking of something. The bar tender approaches him. Bar tender: Would you like some more ale, sir? The bar tender stands still Bar tender: Excuse me for interrupting you, sir, but would you like some more ale? Aneroxid turns to him. looks him carefully in the eyes. Aneroxid: (quickly) It is near, and for that... He stops talking, and a few seconds later he finishes his sentence. Aneroxid: I must be ready. Aneroxid stands up from his chair, and walks away. The bar tender notices something that apparently no other person does. He notices something around him, like an aura... The bar tender faints and falls to the ground, unconscious. All others come to him. Aneroxid leaves during the chaos. Act 2 Scenery: Outside and inside of a stable. Stablemaster sitting on his desk in the office, horses on the right. Aneroxid enters from the north-west. He walks for about a mile. He comes to a stable. He stops in the office. The stable master works on some file he has in his hand. He looks up as soon as he hears the knocking on the office door, and sees Aneroxid. He seems to go slightly paler but he stays calm. Stable Master: Good afternoon, sir. What can I do for you? Aneroxid: Greetings, do you have a free horse? Stable Master: I'll certainly go check, sir. The stable master goes into the stable, and after a few moments he comes back Stable Master: Unfortunately, takes breath, we do not have a horse on hand who is ready enough to take on a journey to another town. Aneroxid: I know you have one, stable master. Give it to me, now! Aneroxid throws a bag into the stable master's hands. He opens it. Stable Master: 100 coins! Thank you, sir! Why thou so generous? Aneroxid: I don't accept flattery talk. I gave you 100 coins, now give me my horse! (Stable Master: (slight fearful quivering) Right away, sir! The stable master runs back into the stable, and after a minute or so a horse is heard outside the office. Stable Master: It's ready, I have gotten you the best horse we have. Take care of him, sir. Aneroxid leaves the office, takes the horse, and starts galloping along the long road to Shinuko. Scene II Act 1 Scenery: Long, wavy road to Shinuko. Trees and a short river on the side. Forest on the horizon. The road is long and hard to cross. Along the way, he is ambushed. Attackers: (War Cry) ARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH! Aneroxid is not afraid, he simply draws his sword and deals with his enemies, quickly, cleanly and swiftly with almost no effort. Act 2 Scenery: Crossroad of 3 bridges. Forest is closer. River's been passed. Aneroxid comes to a fork in the road which consists of 3 bridges, which all lead to a different town. He does not know which bridge is the right one. He has to choose the correct bridge. The Sign next to first bridge says ‘Htpa ot het Trsofe’. There is a bridge and a road which continued to the other two bridges. Aneroxid: (muttering to himself) Htpa ot het Trsofe...what does it mean? Wait...of course! It’s an anagram! It means The Path to the Forest! Well I don’t need to go to the forest but...what if...gah...I hate thinking. Suddenly, Aneroxid continues the road; he looks back, staring at the bridge. Aneroxid: (thinking out loud) I better have made the right decision. He continues to stare. He finally breaks his gaze and returns to the road ahead. Narrator:He reaches the second bridge later on, but there is no sign. Nothing that Aneroxid can use to find out whether the bridge is the correct one. Aneroxid: Typical, no sign. (Sarcasm) Great, just great. He sits down and sees something on the floor. Aneroxid: Hey what’s this...? Picks it up Aneroxid: It’s a note. God, I hate notes...and riddle...and writing. It always has to be complicated. (Slightly angry) I’m a man of action! Not talk! He looks at the note. He reads it out loud. Aneroxid: (reads) This is the way you seek, to your destiny, be it glory or death. (Finishes reading and looks up) Well at least it’s not a riddle. He puts the note in his bag and notices something among his water, a loaf of bread and some vegetables. Aneroxid: What the hell is this? It’s a glowing, wrapped, bag...thing. There is a glowing stream of energy from inside it, like a pulse. He just sits there for about an hour, and then he stands up. Then he jumps on the horse quickly and runs into the bridge. Aneroxid: (talking to his horse) We do not have much time left. The end could be near, but it could bring me something I have hoped for! Scene III Act 1 Scenery: The weather became more horrible. The clouds picked up more. Lightning bolts and thunder are seen and heard. Aneroxid and his horse run faster than before. Aneroxid: Who could be behind it? *sigh* Who am I kidding, I know who it is. Narrator:He is just outside the town's former wall defense, when he hears a screaming voice. He leaves the horse outside, ties him to a nearby tree, and takes the glowing, wrapped bag from his backpack, and enters the city ruins. Aneroxid quickly unsheathes his sword and starts running in the direction of the town's ending point. Then he sees a dark, hooded figure running. Aneroxid gives chase. Aneroxid catches up. Act 2 As Aneroxid is almost on top of the figure, Aneroxid grabs a dagger on the ground and lobs it at the figure. Then the figure dives to the ground as the dagger flies over him. Figure: You’ll have to do better than that! Aneroxid: You have ruined enough towns, your existence ends here! Figure: (evil laugh) So we meet again, Aneroxid. Aneroxid: Yes, we do, but I wouldn't call it a meeting, I would call it your time of death! Figure: Fool! You know how much times you have tried to shackle me and kill me, but you have always failed. I am immortal, and you know that well. I have ravaged almost all of the towns in this country, and have just destroyed this town, the center of the country's industry and food. You cannot stop me! Aneroxid: This time, Morpheos, the outcome of the battle will be different. I will win this time, and save the country you have not yet ravaged!” Figure/Morpheos: And how do you think of doing that?! Your arsenal is a rusty, old sword and a mere bag you're holding in your hand! I have killed your horse, I am immortal! (Evil laugh) Aneroxid: And the bag is... Morpheos stares at the bag and freezes, his gaze locked on the bag, fear in his eyes. Aneroxid: You know it well, it is what I've talked 'bout for a long time now in our battles... Morpheos: (howling) No! It cannot be it! Aneroxid: Yes, Morpheos, yes! It is it! Morpheos: It cannot be! But how?! How could have you find... Aneroxid: Save your breath, Morpheos, your end is near! Aneroxid unwraps the object, and starts running with heavenly speed onto grass. Morpheos: No! I will not let you plant it!! Not today, not ever! Aneroxid: It is too late, Morpheos... too late! Aneroxid takes the unwrapped rock, digs out a tiny hole in the ground, and stuffs the rock inside it, closing the hole with it! Morpheos: (howling with rage) NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! The ground starts trembling... thunder breaks from the sky, and lightning bolts start raining from the sky onto the closed hole. Aneroxid: Forbidden Enchanted Arts, Black Flame Dragon Summoning! An enormous dragon evolves from the sky, and a quick earthquake starts Aneroxid: Behold, the Black Flame Dragon! Attack Morpheos, and destroy him from the Earth! The Black Flame Dragon sets flame to Morpheos, destroying the town and the nearby villages. Morpheos howls with pain as he is consumed by the flames but he does not die. Aneroxid is hurt severely. The Dragon disappears. Act 3 Flames in the background are bursting. Both Aneroxid and Morpheos stand up, hardly... Morpheos: (almost silent with awe and pain) How could this...be? Aneroxid: I have done it... you're done for! Aneroxid jumps on Morpheos, and slashes him with his sword Morpheos: I... (Cough)... will... (Gasp)... not... (Gasping again)... perish... (Inhuman wail) Morpheos melts down into a pile of ashes and Aneroxid falls onto him, still, not moving. The King and his Elite Forces come onto the battlefield. The King is in awe of Aneroxid's braveness and his successful attempt to destroy Morpheos. The King: Elite Squadron Alpha, pick him up and take him to the Black-Ops, immediately. The King's Elites grab Aneroxid and carry him away. Scene IV Scenery: Surgery Room. Aneroxid is laying in a bed inside the room opposite the one they were in. Quiet and sad faces. A few days later, the King stops into the Black-Ops urgent room to check on Aneroxid. The Head Black-Ops Sensei, Sarutobi, is waiting for the King in front of the urgent room door. Sarutobi: My king, I am truly sorry but, Aneroxid has... (Sad pause)... (Regretfully)... died. He died of a heart-attack. But, he left some last words. They must be taken into consideration. Just before he died he said this: Looks at his notepad Sarutobi: This isn’t exactly what he said, he was dying, I wrote down what he meant: “There is a student of mine. Find him. Tell him to gather all of my students and...” Sarutobi: He paused here for a bit. He then said this: “...tell him to make a new clan. Tell him to call it.... The Black Flame Dragons...” The King: Do that at once. THE END |
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| Silver Lion | May 23 2009, 08:44 PM Post #2 |
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Credits: Silver Lion, original story creator. Damork, main Story-to-Script converter. Also thank Damork for the idea! |
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| Damork | May 23 2009, 09:05 PM Post #3 |
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Nicely done, Silver! I could really see this as a short film. ~Damork |
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| Zyrain | May 26 2009, 12:15 PM Post #4 |
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Wow Silver! All you need now is an Artist and a Film maker ![]() *Cough* Damork * Cough * Cohon * Cough * ~ Zyrain |
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