Glossary of Terms
a' all
aboot about
agin against
-ae ‘have’ as a suffix to a verb (widae = would have)
Aebody anybody
afore before
Ah I
afair before
aff off
ain own
alang along
aloyn alone
alrecht alright
amang among
an' and
ance once
ane one
anither another
anythin' anything
arenae are not
aroond around
aroun around
'at that
auld old
aw all
awa away
awfu, awfy awfully
awreddy already
ay of
bahookie behind (buttocks)
bairn child
ba'heid, baw heid bald head
bairn child
behin' behind
bin been
blae blue blueberry bilberry
blether (idle) chatter
bide wait
bluid blood
body person (e.g. ‘Whit's a body tae dae?’)
bonnie, bonny beautiful
brin' bring
brither brother
ca', caw call
cam came
cannae cannot
cauld cold
cantankeroos cantankerous
claes clothes
claymore the traditional Scottish broad sword (‘Gaelic claidheamh mhor’ - great sword)
comin' coming
coo cow
coods could
cookin' cooking
Coz because
crabbit ill-tempered
crease as in big ass
cud could
dae do
daein' doing
daunce dance (an old riposte: ‘Are ye dauncin? No it's just the way ah'm staunin.’)
defendin' defending
deid dead
dinnae do not
dochter daughter
diz does
doon down (‘doon the water’ is a trip down the Clyde)
dram small quantity of whisky
dreep drip (also used of dropping off a wall)
drouth(y) thirst(y)
dug dog
dunderhead idiot
eatin eating
e’en even
eejit idiot
eest east
efter after
'en then
‘er her
erse arse
fae from
family family
faither father
favur favor
feart afraid
feest feast
ferm(er) farm(er)
fest fast
fin' find
follaw follow
foond found
fortifyin' fortifying
fowk folk
frae from
frein friend
fu' full (also, drunk)
fur for
gae, go
galoot idiot (stupid)
Gaun going
Glen valley
Gonnae going to
Gie get
Git get
Guid good
Guidman husband
Guidwife wife
hae have
hain hand
hame home
happenin' happening
haud hold (‘Haud yer wheesht!’ = ‘Shut up!’)
auf half
aur here
havin' having
hearin’ hearing
heem him
heid head
heidin’ heading
hert(y) heart(y)
hink think
hin’ thing
hoor hour
hoose house
how hau hoo
huntin' hunting
hud had
huv have
includin' including
insteid instead
intae into
intrudin' intruding
Jist just
joinin' joining
joorney journey
ken know
kine cattle
knoon known
laddie boy
lang long
lassie girl
league 3 miles
leavin' leaving
leest least
leid lead
loch lake
loove love
liken like
lit let
ma my
mah my
main must
mair more
mak make
makin making
maraudin' marauding
maw mother
meid mead
meit meet
merrit married
micht might
min' mind
mind remember (e.g. ‘dae ye mind him?’)
mither mother
mony many
moontains mountains
mooth mouth
mornin morning
nae not
ne'er never
nicht night
noo now
o of
oan on
onie any
Ony any
Oor our
oot(side) out(side)
ower over
paw father
pit put
protectur protector
puir poor
reek smell
reid read
reit right
requestin' requesting
sae so
scoondrels scoundrels
shaa shall
shoolders shoulders
sma small
snorin' snoring
somethin' something
sooth south
soothward southward
spick speak
sprin' spring
stan, stand
stooter stouter
suin soon
sweit sweet
tae to
taggin' tagging
tak' take
targit target
tay too
teel tell
telt told
th' the
thae they
thaur there
thes this
thinkin' thinking
thooght thought
toon/toun town
toty tiny
trooble trouble
troobled troubled
twa two
twintie twenty
uir our
unbetroth unbetrothed
ur are
usin' using
wa why
wan one
warld world
warst worst
waur were
wastin' waisting
wee little
wha who
whit what
wi' with
wid, wud would
wifie (old) woman
wis, wus was
wishin' wishing
woods would
woriat worried
workin' working
worryin' worrying
wrang wrong
wuld would
wull will
wulnae will not
ye you
yer your
yin one
yoong young
yoorselves yourselves
MAGDA: RISE OF DARKNESS
Prologue:
He had been sleeping for thousands of years when something awakened him from his deep slumber. Something profoundly evil suddenly jarred him awake and he wondered what could emanate such evil, enough that it would cause him to wake from an enchanted sleep. Evil more powerful than anything he has ever known and he has lived longer than all others, by its existence has tipped the scales back in favor of the dark ones. He could sense two others with great power but of good not evil but although very powerful, lacked the strength to defeat evil of this magnitude.
How strange awakening in this fashion, he thought fully stretching his massive white wings a full eighty-nine feet from tip to tip, and still they did not reach the sides of the enormous cavern. Lifting his massive head on its long golden-scaled neck, he looked about the cavern dimly remembering how he got here. The pure light emanating from the strange crystals embedded in the walls reflected beautifully off his golden scales as he stood on his massive feet. Searching his long memory, the details slowly came back into his consciousness. The epic battle that sundered the mountain releasing the noxious underground river, the pain and death of one and the near death of the other, the pain he felt when his flesh was ripped from his body brought all the memories rushing back.
When they met, the world shuddered on impact. The last of their kind, in an epic battle to the death, good versus evil that would go mostly unremembered, many had died human and fairy alike with no one left to witness the death of a dragon. At the time, Ithandus and Sythandria were fighting the last great battle to save all of mankind and fairy from the scourge of darkness threatening to overcome the world.
Massive Samael struck with blinding speed his black flame scorching the beautiful golden scales that Ryuu prized so much turning them black, weakening them making the flesh underneath accessible to the giant black dragon's massive red claws and teeth. Dancing away Ryuu turned and unleashed a torrent of golden flame blistering Samael's ebony scales turning them white. The two mammoth dragons danced across the skies in a virtual dance of death biting, clawing, tail slapping with their long tails, ultimately crushing each other into the side of the mountain sundering it creating a sheer cliff on one side. Samael's bones lay buried in its tomb at the bottom of the mountain under tons of rock and dirt to remain there forever, its dark spirit destroyed.
As if it happened yesterday the memory of him struggling mightily to climb up the side of the torn mountain, barley able to crawl into the cavern crept into Ryuu's mind. Bloody and torn his flesh hanging in strips along his massive body, his wings torn to shreds to the point of no use, and his bones, his very bones broken and cracked he crawled into the large cavern to die.
Ryuu wanted to die. Weary of a long life, an ancient fairy creature born in the beginning, he had fought his last battle; the time to rest for all eternity had finally come. Before he could die, a flash of brilliant light enveloped him healing him mending his torn flesh and broken bones and he knew it for what this was, the last great sacrifice of Ithandus and Sythandria spreading the healing pure light of true love around the world. Before succumbing to the sleep of dragons, he thought of his beloved Annabelinda and their young killed by Samael bringing large dragon tears to his eyes as he fell into a timeless sleep.
The same tears filling his eyes from a time long past filled them now overflowing splashing onto the cavern floor, burning her memory fresh into his mind. The first time he ever saw her flying through the sky graceful and full of life as any dragon he has ever seen, he loved her with all his heart, so filled with love for her, he knew his great heart would break if she rejected his love. Oh, how he chased her across the sky in their little game of love they shared, all the while the other male dragons' vying for her attentions, attentions she never gave them. He remembered her beautiful eyes, her eyes that were for only him and no other dragon.
Realizing he needed to soar once again and feel the wind and the sun, he tucked his wings close to his body walking toward the cavern entrance high on the snow-covered mountain where no human could ever reach. Peering out of the opening, he could see snow covered mountains covered in vast forests of fir trees stretching for many leagues into the distance. Looking below him, he could see signs of the destruction he and Samael caused to the mountain still visible even after all of this time. Spying the river he helped create he decided he would follow it for a time and see where it would lead him.
Walking to the edge, he spread his wings feeling the wind buffet them. Leaping from the sheer precipice, he let the magic of dragon flight consume him lifting him into the cloudless blue sky luxuriating in the freedom of flight. Heading south, he followed the lazy river as it meandered from the mountains into a rich forest of pine trees.
Turning southeast Ryuu soon reached rolling hills and wide-open prairie land. His stomach growling Ryuu spotted a herd of prairie deer grazing peacefully below. Swooping down at an amazing speed, he scooped up two of the screaming deer quickly breaking their spines in his huge claws. Flying away from the herd, he dropped the deer to the ground landing beside the now dead animals consuming them quickly his strong teeth crunching their bones in a vise like grip their warm blood dripping from his mouth. Flapping his giant wings creating a minor dust storm in the process he quickly took to the air circling higher and higher until he became a speck to any below that happened to look up in his direction. Angling southeast, Ryuu soon reached Castle Qenildor.
Circling high above the castle his keen eyes could clearly see the death and destruction visited upon it, the evil that woke him from his deep dragon sleep had since departed. He knew before starting this journey the evil that woke him was long gone leaving a trace of its dark essence permeating everything. To find the powerful malevolent spirit he needed a starting point to begin his search. Casting his senses about in a wide circle, Ryuu he could feel traces of magic everywhere almost inundating him with the sheer volume of it. Something different tantalized the edges of his mind, teasing him with its darkness; he suddenly realized a threshold had opened here recently. Circling higher he created a threshold, a circle of light with spiraling bands of gold, orange and red all spiraling inward like a funnel suddenly appeared in midair in front of him. Dragons of his ability are not only able to trace thresholds and their approximate destination they can create one to follow them.
Flying directly into the threshold he suddenly found himself over Daganfel Citadel a dark, evil monstrosity of a stronghold with black spires reaching upwards of three-hundred feet and matching black basalt walls two-hundred feet high. The fortress is massive stretching deep into the volcanic rock as for as it does high, and is four furlongs square. Many died in the volcanic heated dungeons below the surface levels. Surrounded by nearly impassable mountains, enormous lava swamps, and The Great Battle Plain of the Dead the citadel has stood fast for its entire existence against conventional soldiers. Oh, many have tried over the eons to sunder the walls of Daganfell and, many have died excruciating deaths against the towering walls. The death and suffering only strengthened Daganfel.
Circling wide around the jutting dark towers spearing skyward and adjacent mountains Ryuu could see human soldiers with a smattering of elves and dwarfs guarding the battlements. What caught his attention the most, were the grotesque evil looking creatures on two and four legs walking among them. Realizing he had been seen from below, he banked quickly northwest toward the Strait of Amara when a sudden flash of black lightning struck from the highest most spire a glancing blow raking his side opening a ghastly wound. The sudden unexpected attack and immense pain surging through him nearly caused him to tumble from the sky. If not for turning as quickly and sharply as he did, he certainly would have fallen from the sky dead before he hit the spires below.
Dripping blood from the wound on his right side under his wing Ryuu quickly banked to the left sensing another attack coming from t
he spire narrowly missing him. Weakening from the massive blood loss, he instantly created a threshold. Quickly flying through it, he found himself flying low over the Crimson Dunes Desert. Starting to lose consciousness, he angled lower toward a large oasis ahead. Right before he plowed into the palm trees growing in the hard packed soil around the large oasis, his last conscious thought to warn them screamed frantically in his mind, he had to warn them of the evil residing in Daganfel Citadel.
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