Tacos are not relevant to this RP [Inactive]

[Michi]

A large wooden carriage moved it's way through the cobblestone streets of the capital of Bamarr. Guards and soldiers surrounded the cloth covered wagon, some on horseback, some on foot. All heavily armed with shields, swords and spears. The sun turned the sky light pink, driving away the darkness from the kingdom, as it rose behind the castle.


The streets were quiet, it was still early. While no one was supposed to know what lie hidden in the carriage, anyone who saw the moving entourage knew exactly what was under the thick black cloth inside the wooden carriage with small barred windows.


A dragon.


Metal clanked inside the carriage as the wooden wheels hit a few unevenly placed rocks. They'd been traveling for a week now. Having come to pick up a dragon that had been caught reportedly trying to kidnap children to eat.


Morning was well upon them by the time the carriage stopped in front of the palace. Word was sent to the king, that the dragon had arrived. The cloth was removed from the carriage, and the heavy doors opened to reveal a large iron cage locked with multiple locks along the door.


Crouched inside the cage, on his knees, Casimir sat with his head bowed. Thick chains constricted his arms to his sides and his wrists to his torso. Shackles wrapped around his legs, connecting his ankles to the back of his waist with short thick links.


Spikes lined the inside of the side of the cage, pointed at numerous different vital spots. Keeping him in his human form, barely any room for movement. If he were to try to change into his dragon form he would be impaled and die.


But that wasn't where he was supposed to die. No. Not yet. Not inside this cage, and not before judgement.


@X64

 

[Laysin]

Alistair was alone in his room, which was located in the tallest tower of the castle. The room was very spacious, as was fitting for the highest of royalty, and the furniture reflected this as well. The bed and canopy was dark red trimmed with silver and the rug on the floor a beautiful gold. The rest of the furniture was wooden, stained a dark cherry red that matched the bed and canopy perfectly.


The most notable thing in the room, however, was not the furniture- it was actually the stained glass mural that surrounded a tall, narrow window on the left side of the room. It was so large that it actually took up the entirety of the wall space, leaving no room for anything to be put on the walls at all. It depicted the story of a dragon that preyed on children, who was eventually hunted down and slain by a great number of men. In the mural, as the dragon lay dying in the forest a small, bloody child could still be seen in its great maw.


Alistair stood in front of the narrow window, silently watching the events unfolding in the courtyard below. As he saw the carriage pull in, he already knew what was inside before they ever opened it.


A dragon.


Once great beasts of old, this particular one was thought to have been kidnapping and eating children. While the act was despicable, Alistair couldn't help but wonder why it would eat children and not full-grown adults. Maybe it was on a diet? He chuckled at the thought of a dragon on a diet. He'd never known one ever to eat anything but meat, so to imagine one daintily eating lettuce was quite amusing.


But then again, he'd never even seen a dragon before.


He was very curious to know what one looked like. He imagined that they would be terrifyingly huge, with great gaping teeth and horrible breath. Alistair eagerly leaned in closer to the window to get a better look, but as the guards pulled out a metal cage from the carriage his eagerness quickly died. He couldn't see a thing, not to mention the cage was much too small for something as fearsome as a dragon.


"M'lord, the king requests that you recieve the dragon personally and show him into the judgement hall."


At the sound of the servants voice, Alistair turned away from the window. "Very-"


Not one step away from it and he'd already tripped, landing flat on his face as usual. Today was going to be wonderful.


"-well." He went on as the servant helped him up, sighing, "I will do as my father bids." The servant merely shook his head as if to say, 'seriously?'. Without any further ado, the prince left his room to face the prisoner.


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"Announcing the arrival of Prince Alistair Cedric-Pierre Blackthorne, Hier to the Realm and Protégé of the Blackthornes!"


Alistair gracefully, although slowly, made his way into view of where the dragon was being kept. With the exception of the various guards watching over the dragons cage, they knelt respectfully. Alistair stared for a long moment at the cage before telling them to rise.


"I am here at my father's request. I will show you into the judgement hall. Follow." Alistair's voice was cold and steely, the complete opposite of what it normally was. Although he really, really wanted to see the dragon, it was more important that he keep up the image of princeliness and royal bearing. Turning on his heel, he had them follow him into the judgement hall.

 

[Michi]

Dark eyes rested behind closed eyelids. Not as if he could see anything anyways. His hair hung in front of his downcast face. It was almost as if he were sleeping. But he wasn't.


Announcing... he perked up slightly. It didn't last long. He immediately deflated when he heard it was the prince, and not the king himself. His eyes opened, only so he could roll them. He really shouldn't be so eager to meet this king. Seeing as it would only be minutes before he would die, but his patience was wearing thin.


The cage moved again, and he remained in the center occasionally bumping against a spike, but not hard enough to do any real damage. The chains rattled. He was probably most anxious to have the cover removed.


It's so damn hot under here! God humans are so rude. They could have at least put air holes in the top of the blanket. It seemed like it took forever to get to this, 'hall of judgement'. He closed his eyes again, listening to the footsteps outside. He'd lost the feeling in his legs a few days back, but was thankful. If he hadn't his knees would be killing him with the gentleness that these kindly guards were using.


There was a creek, and the succession stopped. There was a quiet scrape and then some shuffling before the drape was pulled from cage. His vision brightened but he took another moment before he opened his eyes.


His head lifted slowly and he looked up at the room. His eyes scanning over the room. It was large. It was obvious that this had once been a banquet hall. But no longer. The inside of the palace was beautiful.


Well this room was at any rate. This room had been built by dragons. It was obvious from the details and designs along the ceiling and pillars. His eyes finally rested on the royal family. There was one, young looking. Probably the prince, and the older two humans. One male, one female. The moment of truth was upon him. A smirk slowly spread across his face.

 

[Laysin]

Once they arrived to the Hall of Judgement, Alistair took his place next to his mother and father, the King and Queen. He took great care not to make any mishaps, biting his lips as he almost tripped on the carpet. He watched quietly as the dragon's trial commenced. It was quite long and very, very, boring, so Alistair found himself drifting off.


"And so, for the kidnap, murder, and consuming of children, I sentence you to death."


Snapping to attention, Alistair turned his gaze to the dragon. It was just a person! Well, everyone knew that dragons took human forms, but still...Alistair couldn't imagine someone so young being capable of eating people. The guards took out their swords, ready to execute him on the spot.


"Wait!"


Entirely upon impulse, Alistair moved from his spot to stand near the dragon. "Isn't this a bit rash? He's...look at him! How do we even know he committed these crimes for sure? No one actually saw it, right?"


Different incredulous looks, as if to say 'do we NEED to have seen it?', from around the room proved his guess to be true.


(I'm not entirely sure where you want to go from here.....)

 

[Michi]

(Just keep going, see what happens as the story unfolds. You wanted to save him right?)


The droning of the king's voice was terrible. Most of the words were a formality. In a way he wished they would just get it over with. The entire room seemed to be in agreement. Everyone just wanted it to be over. As the sentencing finished a smirk spread across his downcast face. Yes. It was time for the war to begin.


At least that was what he had thought until a voice spoke up. Wait! His head shot up and he looked for who was trying to postpone this even farther. When he asked about proof it was hard not to laugh. Since when did humans care about having proof? "Being a dragon is proof enough, is it not?" Casimir spoke up, "Just living is a crime isn't it? For a dragon anyways. Who needs proof we've done any wrong when your stories make us out to be monsters?"


There actually was no proof because dragons had been the ones spreading the rumors. Did it really matter if none of the children were actually missing from the village? It had never mattered before.


The soldiers stared at him confusion in their faces. Did he really want them to kill him? Shouldn't he be backing up the prince, not arguing with him. "Well... We don't really have proof, no. But they're dangerous. Even if he hasn't yet, should we really wait until after an innocent child is eaten?"


A few others murmured agreements, "We should get rid of the threat before he has a chance to do it!"


Tch. A small hiss escaped him. Humans were the real monsters. Not dragons.

 

[Laysin]

Alistair looked at the dragon boy, whose name he still didn't know. He closed his eyes for a moment as he spoke. "It doesn't matter whether they're dragon, human, or anything in-between. Regardless of the allegations against him, we can't condemn him for a crime without a single shred of evidence that says he did it."


"Thats...thats preposterous! He's a dragon, for goodness sakes!" One of the guards, a captain, spoke out against the prince. "We should kill them just on principle, your highness, for if we do not they will consume us all!"


This angered Alistair. How could it be, that his people would be so....so ignorant? He turned to his father, eager to see what the King would have to say to this.


"He is right, my son." The King began, his wife nodding in agreement. "We have long outcasted these beasts for a reason. They seek to domineer us in any way they can. If they had their way, humankind would not exist. Why should we spare even one of them?"


"That's not the point!" Alistair yelled, causing a collective gasp from the room. No one ever yelled at the King, much less argued with him. Alistair motioned to the dragon, continuing, "This is not just!" He moved to stand in front of the dragon boy. "I will not allow anyone to convict this boy of a crime he didn't commit."


The King visibly reddened, his anger seeming to pulse off of him. "You seek to overrule ME? Very well, then lets see how long you can protect a dragon before he stabs you in the back! GUARDS! KILL THEM BOTH!"

 

[Michi]

As the human sentenced his son to death alongside Casimir, his body began to tremble. As it began to shake harder, laughter escaped him. The sound of his voice ringing through the hall, reverberating off of the stone walls.


"Ahahahahaha! Ha ha ha! Ah ha."


"What is so funny? You dare laugh knowing the crimes you have committed?" A guard spoke up smacking the side of the cage with his sword, though that didn't stop the young make from laughing in the least. In fact it only made him laugh more. "Stop! I'll kill you on this very spot!"


"Hahahaha, ah haha," -gasp- "stop, stop, Hahaha!" -gasp- "I can-" -gasp- "can't breath. Hehehehehe." He finally looked up, flipping his hair out of his face, revealing a bright red face, the dragon mark clear on his cheek. "You're going to kill your own son for the sake of your ego, and you say that dragons are monsters?!" He started laughed again, leaning against the spikes on one side as he tried to catch his breath. 
(@X64 Did I lose you?)

 

[Laysin]

At first the king said nothing, but merely smirked as the guards loomed over the only heir to the kingdom.


"Father...." Alistair whispered, confused as to why the king would so readily sentence him to death. And for what?


The king held up a hand, causing the guards to pause, ignoring the sarcastic dragon for the moment despite addressing him earlier. "This is your last chance, Alistair. Denounce your claim on this monster and let him die, or perish with him."


Alistair clenched his fist, beginning to anger at what he was hearing. Yes, he had grown up all of his life being taught that dragons were the enemy, that they were deplorable and creatures to be hated, but....when he was small, he had once found a book. It was a history book, but it was so old that the pages were beginning to crumble into dust as he had painstakingly read it. In that book, it had told of a time long ago where dragons and people lived together, a time when dragons were just as good or bad as people were. Some of them even ruled the kingdom! He just couldn't believe that that sort of past didn't exist, and as he looked at the dragon boy it only steadied his resolve.


Alistair's silence was all the King needed to know. "Very well. A boy that consorts with dragons is no son of mine!"


Alistair could only stand there, frozen, unbelieving that his own father would denounce him like that. But, then again, his father was a harsh man. In a way, in made sense that he would do something like this over something so small; he was very widely known for his temper. Still, even though he understood, it didn't make up for the crushing weight in his chest.


"Aah!" Alistair barely had time to dodge as a guard attempted to stab him with a spear. "Alright, time to go!" Wasting no more time, he did the one thing he could think of doing; he ran. First going over to the cage, he grabbed the dragon boys chains. Luckily, the guards were still tentative to injure the prince, so he was able to dodge them as he helped the dragon boy out of his cage. However, even though Alistair was able to get him out of the cage, there was nothing he could do about the chains themselves.


He knew that within a few short moments backup would come, so escaping through the castle was not an option. Not only that, but the Prince did not want to hurt any of his own people. Therefore, in his mind, there was only one way to get out.....


"Come on!" Alistair pushed the dragon boy over to the window, by now deflecting the spears with his bare hands. He hated to fight, hated combat, but he was extremely graceful when it came down to it; ironically, he had a natural talent for the very thing he disliked most. As soon as they were close enough, he turned around and tackled the dragon boy- sending them crashing through the window.


(Sorry for being so late with posting!)

 

[Michi]

Ruined. The entire plan was ruined. Humans have to mess up everything, don't they? These were the thoughts passing through his head as they tumbled through the window onto the grassy ground outside. He'd ruined everything that they had spent years putting together. Years of planning and gathering, preparing for the war that would finally end this period of tyranny and oppression.


As shouts came from inside, Casimir rolled over and stood, the chains that he'd broken after being pulled from the cage jangled loudly. They really shouldn't think those weak iron chains would hold any full grown dragon. Maybe a young child, but not an adult dragon. He growled looking at the prince angrily. So many things he wanted to say, but at this point he'd have to go back. They wouldn't be able to surprise the king now.


Standing up he looked around, a few who had been standing nearby waiting for the first sign to attack were already retreating, seemingly unnoticed. The guards were more focused on them right now. Taking one look back he saw the guards coming around the sides, some coming through the window after them. Tch. He looked down at the prince before turning and sprinting away from the palace. All he'd had to do was die. All they had to do was kill him, and it would have all been over in a matter of days.


The shouts got more distant, as he put more space between the castle and himself. Not looking back even once. Dragons ran faster than most humans, but even then of course the guards couldn't run very fast in their armor, and horses were faster but they had to carry fat heavy humans. They'd have to come up with another plan now. 
(Sorry for the delayed post, I hadn't realized it had been that long)

 

[Laysin]

(its okay, its nothing compared to my slowness. I'll be posting soon btw, I just want you to know I haven't forgotten)

 

[Michi]

(Okie dokie. I shall be waiting! )

 

[Laysin]

Unfortunately, Alistair had the wonderful luck of landing into a pool of water. Normally, other than getting soaking wet, it would have been fine...except for two things:


1. It was a communal bath, a shallow one at that. In fact, he probably would have died or at least broken something if it weren't for


2. All the women in the bath. The naked women, who just so happened to break his fall.


As he dodged the various kicks and punches of the embarrassed girls as they screamed, he quickly found his way out. Wasting no time, he grabbed the reins of the nearest horse and got on- he definitely didn't feel like waiting for the guards to catch up to him, wet or not. Luckily, he was able to make it off the castle grounds in one piece, escaping into the surrounding forest.


Alistair knew the forest like the back of his hand, as he often would sneak out of the castle at night just to go out and wander around despite the many warnings of the guards, his servants, and even his own father. It wasn't that he was so arrogant as to believe that nothing could possibly hurt him, he had simply been curious as to what the forest held.


A bit out of context, he suddenly found himself thinking about the dragon boy. He hadn't seen him since he'd escaped the castle. As he traveled via a stream, so as to make it harder to be tracked, he wondered where he had gone.

 

[Michi]

The group of revolutionary dragons sat near the river, a few miles away from the castle grounds. Where the trees were thick, and sunlight barely crept through. They hadn't all regrouped yet, but most of them had made it back. It was a sullen meeting. Everyone let down by the possibility of what could have been. There wasn't anything they could do about it right now.


Casimir stood off to the side, punching a tree angrily. He still couldn't understand they'd managed to mess up something so simple as killing him. He threw in some kicks, and eventually it was just him bitterly attacking a tree as if it had offended him in some way.


"Cas. Stop." Someone finally spoke up. "We'll just have to try again in a few years. There's nothing we can do about it."


"Shut up. I was the one with my life on the line. All that planning. All of it. F*cking gone because one human decided he had to go all noble and grow a conscience." Casimir paced around the small area they'd designated as their camp the few days before their plan had really gone into action. More of their group was showing up, they were only missing a few people now. Then they'd have to figure out what their next step would be.

 

[Michi]

(Hello?)

 

[Laysin]

(Sorry man, I just got my internet back.)


As Alistair walked along, he began to hear voices. He got out of the stream and hid behind a tree close enough to understand what they were saying.


"Cas. Stop." Someone finally spoke up. "We'll just have to try again in a few years. There's nothing we can do about it."


"Shut up. I was the one with my life on the line. All that planning. All of it. F*cking gone because one human decided he had to go all noble and grow a conscience."


"So your name is Cas?"


Oops.


Alistair found himself stupidly leaving his hiding spot to walk into the midst of dragons. Whether he knew what he was doing was dangerous, or whether he was actually dumb enough to think he was safe was easily questioned. Either way, he knew one thing for sure:


There was no going back.


"I hate to tell you this, but with all that planning you'd think that you'd have researched the people you were going to....er, what was it you were going to do?" Alistair trailed off just in time to trip over a root, landing flat on his face. "Ooww...."

 

[Michi]

"You're such a f-" One of the others around the campfire cut off as they all turned to focus on the human who had intruded on their meeting.


"You! You! How DARE YOU?!" Casimir angrily approached the prince, "Do you know what you've done?!"


"He saved your life. You should be thankful." A rough voice spoke quietly. A male stood, stepping forward. His figure was bulky, he was obviously one of the oldest men in this group. The fact that Casimir stopped talking when he spoke showed that he was one of the ones in charge of this whole thing. He stepped forward, everyone fell quiet. Casimir looked from the male to Alistair, and back to the male.


"I am Farin, Son of Wisrun. And you are?" The man asked gruffly as he stepped up to Alistair, looking down on the human male holding out his hand in greeting.

 

[Michi]

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