Fantasy On Dragon Back: A Dragon Rider Role-play [Closed]

[One Mean Ghost]

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Seems you were right again, Kuro...


I'm seldom wrong, Whiplash... Especially when it comes to tactics....


What should we do?


Well, looking at it logically, if they pull this off right, there's not much we can do. They'll put us in a massive blind spot. If we fly up, That Viper will have us for lunch. If we fly down, we'll be stuck between fire and ice. If we fly in any other direction, we're just flying blind and letting Lady Luck decide.


So we're beat?


Whiplash, you know me better than that. We're still going to make them earn it.


That's my Rider!





True, they were going to be in trouble. This plan was rather brilliant. A Clubtail was a force to be reckoned with, after all. Their agility made them incredibly dangerous, IF they could see you coming. This strategy would kill their ability to see what's coming. However, their opponents would have the same disadvantage... So Kuro hoped to exploit it to see how ready they were...

 

[Soviet Panda]

"Buras," Connor barked, "Get in closer. Fly behind and above the clubtail." As Buras positioned himself where Connor asked, Connor planned. They were in a good spot, able to adjust their direction easily to keep up with the clubtail, and they were above them. The thing is, something as large as Buras was easy to get out of the way of, so he had to make what was coming at him smaller. Like, say, animan sized. "Make sure you catch me." he said, undoing his ties and running up the neck of Buras before springing off his snout and towards Kuro and Whiplash.

 

[Arasaloe]

Now, love! Braith gave Kor the all clear and his flame met the water in the air, exploding the water droplets into a steam cloud. She smiled a little, feeling the heat from it washing back on her, and leaned down close to his neck, holding onto her weapon.


Let's get to the side so we can have a shot. She said. He bobbed his head in agreement, swerving away from the other dragon as his outpouring of flames ended. She strained to see what she could through the fine mist, raising a bow, before hesitating. She might end up hitting him or the dragon if she wasn't careful. She needed to be absolutely sure before she let go of any arrow. She sighed, lowering it.


Try and get closer while they are preoccupied. I need a better visual.

 

[Mystik]

V

The paper sat crumpled atop an ancient wooden desk far older than its owner. The order was clear, though the writing that was sprawled across the thick parchment was blurred with blood and what would seem to be tears. The chair at which Viktoriya would have sat rested on its back and across the room from the desk. A door that rested cracked open allowed beautiful sunlight to spill in like water through a valley, illuminating the dust that floated through the room. A soft creak from outside. On the porch that overlooked the mountain range sat a rocking chair. On the rocking chair was Viktoriya. She gazed out to the birds that soared peacefully over the valley, her hands gently sewing patterns through various uniforms that had been commissioned to her for repair.


Dreav reached his muzzle out to rub his nose against his rider's cheek. Vik.. How much longer? The woman shrugs her shoulders lightly, turning her head to look at the pale dragon. I don't know.. I hardly know what the problem is, let alone what it will do. The dragon growled playfully and bit his rider's clothing with his massive canine. Well you aren't allowed to leave without saying goodbye to me, anyways. The woman laughed, before silencing upon a bird with a letter approaching the porch. Its long red and gold feathered head signaled it was a courier of Command. It must have meant they'd had time to read her letter.

Spoiler

Letter to Viktoriya Yunevich


Viktoriya,


It is with great regret that I accept your resignation as Captain. You are an asset and I hope that whatever ails you shall be taken care of. All of our resources are at your disposal. That being said, I would still like you to be a part of this squadron any time that you may be available. Your skills as a doctor might be needed, considering the unstable nature of this group of individuals.


As for Kuroneko Kouum, it is with great pleasure that I inform you that something is in the works. However, it is not just I that must agree to this, as his records are long and varying, to say the least (as you well know), and this situation has not occurred before. As of right now, I will do what is in my power while I wait for word from others.


Attached is a copy of my official report responding to your request.


Sincerely,


Ft. General Daimas Rolar


Report Purpose:Reassignment of CPT Viktoriya Yunevich and Replacement


Notes:


It is with great regret that CPT Yunevich is no longer able to perform her role as Captain of the newly formed Omega Squadron due to medical ailment. Awaiting recovery, I must demote her until such time that she is fit again.


Omega Squadron will be grounded until a new CPT is assigned. Candidates are being considered currently. Training will continue as normal with a Lieutenant of my choosing in place.


Command Decision:CPT Viktoriya will be part-time Medic for Kivon Squadron Omega.


Kouun is to be promoted to Lieutenant due to the praise of his most recent Captain, and may make decisions while a new Captain is being assigned.


Omega Squadron is not to go on missions until a new Captain is put into place and cannot leave Fort territory.





Viktoriya sighs out sharply through her nose, tossing the letter aside. She folds her arms over her chest, draping one leg over the other. Looks like Kuroneko is going to get the promotion he deserves. A short chuckle can't help but escape her lips. It's going to be odd having him as my commander, seeing as I recently cut him open to prove I could lead him. Her eyes widen and she quickly scrambles for the note. Her hands fumble with it for a moment. "CPT Viktoriya will be part-time Medic for Kivon Squadron Omega". "Some Medic I am," She groans and quickly grabs her overcoat, slipping it on. Her tongue clicks lightly as she runs toward the edge of the porch, her boot lifting and slamming into the railing that would usually provide safety for her. Dreav chuckled, Good to see the Medicine helps. Within moments he slithered past the edge of the cliff, his wings flashing out into a massive wingspan. Viktoriya leaped from the railing and held her breath a moment. Despite doing this hundreds of times by now, she couldn't help but feel butterflies well up in her stomach.





The familiar brillant feeling of air flowing through her dark brown hair and across her tan skin was the attitude booster she needed before she went back to her ex-squadron. Just moments outside of the training grounds she pulled back on Dreav's saddle. Wait.. Let's see what the new Lieutenant has in store for them.. Far off in the distance Drav sat floating easily, giving his rider a clear viewpoint to the activities that Kuroneko was subjecting the Riders to.

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[Nooguy]

A confident sigh left Freyah as she watched the Glacin's and Furios's breath attacks combine into a massive billowing screen of steam, the water particles quickly becoming a thick cloud-like layer in the air. The unique intensity of both dragon's breaths rendered a rather exotic looking formation in the sky as the barrier was created, giving any looking up quite the unique sight. "Rhavir, hang back for a bit, we'll be just as blind as Kivon and Whiplash. Let Braithe go in, we'll hang back to watch the bottom and sides if they try to escape." She remarks to Rhavir as she loads a different bolt into her crossbow, the tip a pyramid shape filled with a yellow liquid, a mild venom quite effective at severely slowing a target's reaction times or even outright paralyzing them if inhaled. Should the pair try to fly from the thick screen a shot from her would hopefully handicap their captain enough to allow them greater ability in retrieving the bells. Rhavir himself gave a growl of confirmation as they flew, prepared to unleash a heavy torrent of his breath upon the pair should need be. The extreme cold would likely hinder somewhat, and the built up ice no doubt further hindering agility and control

 

[The Succubi Queen]

Aranai was ready- or as close to ready as the hyper rider ever got. She tapped Azmodan on the shoulder- "Now!" And the dragon shot downwards toward Kuroneko, ready to sweep back up at a moments notice.


Aranai used one arm to block the steam from her face, the other reaching into the cloud to where they had last seen Kivon and Whiplash. If they did this just right, she could grab a bell and be back in the sky before the other dragons even reached him. If they got close enough and she wasn't able to get a bell quickly, Azmodan could distract Whiplash long enough to grab her some time.


It wasn't too different from their original plan- but maybe the steam and the likely assault of some of the other riders would change things?

 

[One Mean Ghost]

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Now!


On it!


Whiplash shot out of the cloud with a mighty roar, barrel rolling through the air in case she would have crashed into anyone. Thankfully, no one was directly in the way, but she had come out close to Braith, in full view of anyone that could see around the smokescreen to her. She was, in this instance, the diversion. After she came billowing out, a single figure fell from below.


Kuro had dropped off of Whiplash's back, and she had used her tail to lift him just enough to delay him leaving the cloud until after she had exited. He kept his body straight, in a full dive trying to gain as much speed as he could. He knew there had been two above him, and one had jumped right with the smokescreen, and could easily be right behind him... that could mean a midair, dragonless fight for the bells... And then there was the unsynced duo... If they had dove too.. Oh this would be hell.


Not to mention Freyah was not too far off. If she had taken Whiplash's bait, Kuro may just go unnoticed, otherwise, well, he would have to contend with two dragons, and three Riders on his own.


This was, of course, a desperation plan. Given the circumstances, there was no real way Kuro and Whiplash could win once they had figured out to work together. Then again, that had been the whole point. One on one, Kuro and Whiplash would have destroyed those here. Even two on one, Kuro and Whiplash were a force to be feared. But four on one, with this kind of cohesion.... They would have needed a miracle or some serious luck to get out of it. But of course, there was still the issue of not enough bells to go around...


What if one person took all of them? What if only one person managed to get one?


This was a pass or fail test, and failure meant a lot more work down the road..


So who now would get a bell and pass?


@Dante @Arasaloe @The Succubi Queen @Nooguy @Beowulf @Mystik

 

[Nooguy]

Freyah knew Kuro was going to pull some form of trick with Whiplash, the pair surely wouldn't simply dive out in a random direction haphazardly in hopes of having lady luck on their side. Rhavir continued to glide along the lower outskirts of the screen as he and his rider watched for any signs of the pair's escape. "Keep scanning every inch around that cloud Rhavir, they're not going to make this easy." Freyah murmured as her thumb tapped softly on her crossbow she held, poised to let a shot fly should she need to, and quickly to reload with another bolt held in her non trigger hand. The moments passed as silence, deafening in its intensity, washed over her for a seeming eternity as her breath slowly came and went in a calm steady manner.


Rhavir gave a slow huff as he looked more toward the bottom of the cover. "There's no way they'll be foolish enough to go up." He remarked as his wings steadied to resume their controlled gliding around the large cloudy mass. Sure enough a loud roar drew attention toward the cloud as Whiplash barreled out from the cover. "Hold Rhavir, there's no way he'd simply settle for a brash move like that." Freyah stated as Rhavir seemed to prepare to ascend. Looking back down toward the bottom of the cloud she spotted a swiftly descending figure. "Rhavir down!" She shouted, the Glacin giving a growl of affirmation as he swiftly moved into a steep dive after the plummeting Kuro. Taking aim, the rider let loose a bolt from her crossbow, the mild venom tipped projectile streaming toward Kuro. "Let's see if the big bad cat likes a bath. Rhavir douse him." Freyah said firmly before her dragon swiftly answered with large torrent of frigid water gushing forth through the air toward Kuro. The breath wouldn't freeze him solid, but the cold would surely be a shock to him and most water that struck would form small erratic ice chunks further slowing his reaction time and mobility. Rhavir was prepared to catch the other rider, but also prepared to fly in pursuit of the feline should he use those odd wings of his. Freyah quickly loaded her second bolt while in freefall after slipping her legs into the holsters crafted into Rhavir's saddle which allowed her a secure anchor while freeing her hands in a steep and fast descent, taking aim to fire should her first bolt miss.

 

[Arasaloe]

Kor blinked in surprise at the sudden appearance of the other dragon and the roar, before roaring in return. He didn't back down from challenges. Braith scoured her back before looking down and scowling.


He's down there. She's a distraction. Clever, but annoying. She thought about it a moment, before patting his back. Keep her distracted, love, but don't get into a locked battle.


She turned her attention to the falling man, taking her bow. Alright, she was done being nice. She wanted one of those bells. It was obvious she couldn't get to it from here. Not with his dragon in front of them. She watched his rate of fall, before drawing the string back with the arrow. She took a breath, held it, and then let the arrow fly, wishing it to cut off one of the bells as she watched it.


But then she felt a jarring shock and looked up to see Kor move to engage Whiplash. If they couldn't get a bell, they could distract a good portion of the irritatingly evasive duo. He didn't care if she hit him with that mace a hundred times, he wasn't going to let go of her this time.