Confessions of a hero

[dancam1]

Greetings,
I was privy to a special get together of a family that spanned 4 generations. You had great grandpa Dovahkiin (our champion), His kids, Dova (daugher) and Dovi (son), their kids Domo (daughter) and Dabba (son), and lastly, the little ones, Frank, Mary, and Sarah. Here are some of the highlights:

"Dad, do we have to see great grandpa Dova? He smells funny. You said something about gamariaarah rot??" Mary asked.

"shhhh" Dova says. "You aren't supposed to repeat that."

"and he tells dumb stories..." Frank added.

"Honey, he really lived them!" Dovi stated.

They arrive at the house and sit and listen, with less then exciting attention.

"Hey kiddos, good to see you all. Hey, did I ever tell you the time I killed a dragon?" Dova started to speak.

"YES!!" Everyone yelled at once.

Dova carries on as if he didn't hear. "It was way back when I was a kid. I found out I was some kind of dragon dude that could fly."

"Ah, Dad, You couldn't fly." Dova correctly stated. "The dragon flew, you shouted. You get them mixed up."

"Oh, yeah, right, I did a few too many skooma in my day."

"Shhhh, Not in front of the kids! Seriously, dad, what is wrong with you?" Dova pleaded.

"oh, right, it might not have been that, I conjured a fire elemental once and we had a date, left me with burn blisters on my-"

"DAD, enough with the skanky flame chick! Mom wouldn't approve if she was still here." Dova screamed.

"Oh, right dear, she died when that hawk nested in her hair and went nuts. I told her to cut that thing." Dova looked at his family.

"Dad, children." Dabba tried to focus his grandfather.

"Right. You baby them. When I was their age, I was working on a mill. I was tough. I was in shape at 190 pounds."

"Today, his arm weighs 190 pounds." Sarah joked with her siblings.

Dova stood up. "I am gonna show you my scream." The whole family tries to stop him from doing that. He ignores them and summons the force to move objects. He takes a deep breath and just before he exhales, starts to cough non stop, leading very quickly to him hyperventilating. He falls to his knees, mumbles something about snorting the dragon priest ashes, and passes out.

Dova stands up and shouts, "Someone fetch the cleric, he's done it again."

The rest of the night only went down hill from there....

[TomDD]

What???

Sorry, but I don't get it

[Avron the S'wit]

Looks like a story? I'll move this to The Arts!

[dancam1]

But, did u like it? I thought it was funny, and kinda fitting, it's about an old dragon born singing "glory days" before glory days was around...

[dancam1]

It was supposed to be a family meeting of an old timer and his family. Sorry it didn't make sense. Now, if u ready it, try to picture an old fat ex hero talking to his family.