The Dragon Rider's Chronicles

The twisting hallway led to room with a wall made entirely of glass. The room itself was nothing special, just a basic hallway along the side of the canyon wall. The view, however.....


The first thing they saw through that window was a giant Pyrius dragon swooping down in beautiful, entire-body-on-fire fury. This one was riderless. The one following it on from behind, though, had a rider who appeared to be a giant. Heavy black armor encased this person and he was whirling a giant energy lasso at the fire dragon. His dragon, a Metalai, looked almost like it had armor, except it was soon obvious that this dragon's scales were like silvery metal.


"....that Pryius dragon is a problem." Draconas sighed. "Good thing Kirion has gotten good at capturing him."


"....Kirion?!" Neera squealed. "That's my brother out there?"


"....another....royal....Sentoni....?" Ardra muttered beneath her breath. "....screw my life."


Kestus stared at the fire dragon in fear. "Please...please tell me none of us will be paired with that dragon?"


"Whichever the crystal placer decides to put you with, you're stuck with." Draconas chuckled. "You should see my Elise. She's a beauty."
 
Kenzo watched intently as the two dragons streaked through the sky. He was impressed by the Pyrius' obvious power. The Metalai, on the other hand, impressed him with it's armor-like scales.


"Kirion Sentoni..." he muttered to himself. His eyes burned again with wrath as his eyes followed the rider in his persuit of the flaming dragon.
 
Kirion could see through the glass and raised his hand in a salute before throwing the lasso at the fire dragon. He quickly readied another and waited. The first lasso wrapped around the fire dragon's front leg. Kirion threw the second lasso, landing this one around its neck. He, within a second, had tied both lines off on the dragon and had thrown a third, landing on the other front leg of the dragon. With the three bindings, Kirion and his dragon began to drag the formerly rampaging fire dragon into a gigantic hole in the side of the wall.


"....best rider I've seen in a while." Draconas sighed beneath his breath. "That type just doesn't come along that often." He straightened up. "Right then, I want us to be making our way down to the hangar. The guy who got here yesterday....ah yeah I need to go get that idiot don't I....you four go on down to the hangar. Just follow the hallway to the right." Draconas, subsequently, went down the hallway to the left.


"....all righty then!" Neera smiled broadly for the millionth time today. "Let's go!!!!" She took off at a fast gate.


"....she's really enthusiastic about this, isn't she?" Kestus stared after her.


"....you have no idea." Ardra sighed. "Onward then." She started walking stately down the hallway, followed by Kestus.
 
Kenzo followed the three down the hall, mulling over Draconas' words. He said that there was a fifth recruit...who could he be?
 
Name: Sanz Validar


Race: Elf


Country: Asjen


Age: 22


Description: Tall, around 6'4". He is slim, but there is not an ounce of fat visible on his body. He wears simple green pants, and a worn leather vest. His arms are kept bare, with several scars and muscle visible. His eyes are a deep green, and large enough to be lost in, though his pupils dilate severely in combat. His hair is cropped fairly short, with a very short bobby ponytail in the back.


Weapon of Choice: Massive broadsword


Backstory: Sanz was orphaned from a very young age . . . a wild dragon attack claimed his village, killing most of the residents. Found by a pair of young human lovers, they took him in as their own. His adoptive father was a blacksmith, but a peaceful man. The only thing Sanz had managed to hold on to from his home . . . was his father's sword. Despite the misgivings of his adoptive family, he trained with his father's sword. The other human children shunned him for being of elf heritage, but he shrugged it aside, burying himself in his training. When he grew larger, the sword proved to light, as he had learned to swing a full-sized blade as a child. His adoptive father, unable to quell his newfound son's growth, reforged the blade into a larger one. This process repeated itself as he grew from a boy into a young man. At the age of twenty . . . his training finally showed. The small village was besieged . . . A monster appeared from the sea . . . A serpent large enough to crush a house with its coils. While the men of the village tried to fight and eventually ran, Sanz walked calmly up to the creature. When his massive blade left the sheathe however, all sense of calm disappeared. His eyes contorted into a death glare, while primal yells came from the deepest part of his soul. Nobody knows the full extent of what happened that night. Some were hiding away, others could not continue to watch the bloodbath that ensued. But when the night was over . . . Sanz walked calmly away from the scene, covered in violet blood . . . as well as some of his own red. The creature from the depths lay in pieces.


Personality: Calm, quiet, something of an unknown. Shifts completely when engaged in serious combat. This is a problem, as he has no concept of "holding back" in fights.


Extras: Despite holding the elven ability to manipulate plant-life, he barely has any control of it, relying mostly on his physical strength.
 
Draconas walked into the circular common room in the center of eight different rooms. This room housed an entertainment center, eating area, and kitchen all in one. He walked over to the one of the rooms and opened the door unceremoniously.


"Sanz. The first of the others are here. Others may come as well but we have to begin the training now. Come with me to the hangar." Draconas crossed his arms.


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The "hangar" was actually a giant dragon cave that housed all training equipment necessary for dragons. Different dragons were flying in and out. The Pyrius dragon from before was tied down on all sides as it thrashed about. The people surrounding it were obviously trying to get a saddle of the creature.


"I like that dragon's spirit." Neera admired the gigantic size of the Pyrius dragon, moving steadily closer. "I want that one."


"...you want the crazy dragon?" Kestus backed up accidentally into Ardra as he spoke.


"Watch where you're going." Ardra's eyes narrowed. "It's the perfect dragon for her. Crazy."
 
Sanz looked over at the older gentleman. There was a yawn as he pulled himself off of the bed, still dressed in his normal leather outfit.


"As you wish."


He stood up and grabbed the massive blade beside the bed. It was kept in a simple sheathe of hardened leather, and he strapped it to his back.


"Lead on."
 
If Kenzo was surprised by the brashness of Neera, he didn't show it. Though, he definitely expected a human princess to be less...brazen.
 
Draconas walked at a fast pace back down towards the hangar. He didn't know how this new batch of recruits would do; they all seemed so....raw....to him. When he entered he motioned all them to gather.


"All right training starts here and now. Listen up, because I'm only saying this once."
 
Sanz looked around at the four in the hangar. Two men, one very serious and dark, the other carefree. Two women. One hyper, one serious. He gave a polite nod and smile to all of them, he was not one to erect walls without cause. He said nothing however.
 
Kenzo, from under the rim of his hat, quickly scanned the newcomer. Male, elven, tall and lean, likely even stronger than he looks, considering the blade he carried, early 20's. He returned his attention to Draconas.
 
"I'll try to just summarize this for expediency. You're getting your dragons now because I don't feel like putting it off any longer." Draconas pointed to a door with no window inside of it. "You're going to walk through that door and you're going to stand there while the crystal placer gets a feel for your personality and fighting style. From what I remember, it tickles, but try to hold still. After it's done, the second door in the room will open and you'll meet your dragon on the other side. Just remember that you'll be standing on a platform on the outside of the canyon wall. Don't fall off. I'll be standing on a platform nearby to help you with the rest. Got it?" Draconas did not bother to wait for an answer as he walked away towards a door near the door he had previously mentioned.


"Me first!" Neera was already scrambling for the door.


"....is she always going to be this hyper." Kestus was trying to figure out if there was a length of time for the energy of the human.


"Probably." Ardra followed after her slowly. She was excited as well, she just didn't show it half as much.
 
"To be happy is not a bad thing."


Sanz gave another smile to Kestus and Ardra as he followed after. The massive sword on his back thumped seemingly harmless against his back as he walked
 
Kenzo followed after the reasonably friendly elven man, and remained silent. His own odachi and katana swaying slightly as he followed.


After a few seconds though, he decided to speak. "Quite the large sword, there," he said calmly.
 
Neera walked into the room and the door shut automatically behind her, nearly shaking with excitement. This inside was completely crystalline and glowed with the different elemental colors as she stood waiting. Suddenly the colors began to narrow to a gold. Outside the door, there was a thump before the door began to slowly open. Neera was out the door before it completely opened and was staring in awe at the creature before her.


The creature's golden scales crackled with electricity at it stared into her eyes. It was not as large as the Pyrius dragon by any means but it was beautiful.


"Make the bond." Draconas knew that Neera already knew about the mind bond between dragon and rider initiated by the first few moments of touch. Neera moved forward quickly and put her hand up on the creature's face. Makes sense. Draconas though. Lightning dragons have the energy to keep up with her plus having charismatic personalities. They'll get along just fine.


The bond was fuzzy and barely there. It would take a long time for them to actually be able to speak more than a word to each other. But, for now, the exchange of names was all any of them could do. A single name flooded into Neera's mind in a happy, male voice. Eldran. Neera squealed with excitement, a squeal that could be heard from the outside. Neera. She sent back. The dragon roared up towards the sky.


"Now. Try riding the creature. It's already saddled." Draconas felt relieved; an Inerja dragon given to the princess was sure to make her mother happy. Neera slipped on quickly and grabbed on, knowing that the first flight was not hers to control. Her dragon took off to show her his world and as it took off the door on the other side slid open, ready for the next person.
 
"Well, it's been nice chatting with you, but I'll be going ahead."


Sanz gave a polite nod behind him before walking into the room. He looked at the many slivers of his reflection off the crystals as the doors shut behind him, the sword on his back occasionally clinking against the floor. What would his destiny be?
 
The kaleidoscope of colors could be disconcerting to some. The color spectrum began to slowly narrow until silver glared from all of the crystals. A soft thump was heard outside the door and the door slowly opened for him to see the dragon outside.


The silver dragon standing on the outside was majestic and downright gorgeous. Purple, all-seeing eyes looked down on Sanz and a purr, almost like a cat, emitted from his throat. Its silver scales glinted in the sunlight and the black ridges along its back contrasted greatly with the silver.


"....as I thought." Draconas nodded to himself. "An Emora dragon." Knowing what I know of this one's past and his fighting style, an Emora dragon who can manipulate the mind and also curb his inability to hold back in a fight will be useful. "Make the bond by touching the dragon's face. Let the dragon's presence flow into you and allow it to tell you its name first. Then introduce yourself."
 
Sanz walked forward slowly, not fully aware of his eyes widening as he neared. It took time for him to take in the full majesty of the creature before him. His hand slowly went forward, rubbing against the snout of the dragon. He was not fully ready for what came next . . .
 
The explosion of psychic energy into his consciousness was overwhelming at first. Staring into the creature's eyes, the purple orbs seemed to draw him in, into another world entirely. Auntyrmarun. The name seemed to fill not only his mind, but his entire body. The crazy thing was that the psychic pressure was obviously not its full power potential.
 
Sanz was forced to his knees, his mind felt like it was lost in a sea. He hadn't felt so lost in any area, not since . . . not since a very long time ago . . . Sweat was beading all over his form as he struggled in the miasma around his mind.


'Sanz . . . Sanz Validor'


It was the only thing he could force out of his mind
 
The purr emitted from the dragon's throat, louder this time. The pressure lifted and the dragon nosed him to his feet.


"Now, get in the saddle and hang on. You won't be able to control him during this first flight. Just let him show you his world." Draconas sat back and lit a cigarette, again.
 
Sanz made no resistance as the dragon gently pushed him to his feet. He had to catch his breath as he felt his awareness of the waking world return. There were a few minutes that passed as Sanz slowly made his way over to the side of Auntyramarun. Once in the saddle, the dragon slowly spread it's wings and walked to the edge of the precipice . . . and then jumped directly off with a playful purr. Sanz gripped both sides of the saddle with his full strength as the wind whipped by his head
 
The door popped open and Kestus hesitantly made his way inside. "Oooh...shiny crystals!" Kestus was blinded by the lights that hit his face as the colors began to slowly cycle, narrowing down to pure white. The door popped open and Kestus tried to focus his eyes. But something was shining from the door, brighter than the crystals. He stepped through the door.


"Put your hand out." Draconas sighed. "Up. To the right. Walk forward a bit more. Down just a bit. There." Icu dragons have such blinding scales at times. And this one is very much trying to show off. Makes sense though. The intelligence of that dragon will corral his...talents...into something useful.


Kestus' eyes widened when he felt the intelligence of the dragon. It seemed much smarter than him. But where it had intelligence, it lacked burst damage, which he had to spare of course. Dezeld. The voice flowed through in a high, male tenor voice. Kestus. He answered back. Draconas did not even have to tell him to get on the dragon; he flew up and settled on the dragon. The dragon took off at a calm, measured flight, a rumble emitting from its throat.


The door opened again and Ardra walked forward confidently. No more waiting; it was time. When the crystals began to flash, she did not react except to close her eyes. The crystals' colors finally narrowed down to a copper. When the door opened, Ardra was a little shocked. It was a Merera dragon, copper colored with black spikes and deep brown eyes. It looked at her a bit shyly and studied her.


"Make the bond with the first touch." Draconas raised his eyebrows. Well, this one was extremely odd and could have worked with several types. But a loyal Merera will help her, certainly.


Breathless, Ardra placed both of her hands on the dragon. Her eyes shone as the companionship and loyalty of the dragon filled her being. Majeir. The name was said enthusiastically by a deep bass voice. Ardra. She answered, feeling the happiness of the dragon spread.


"Take him for a spin." A half-smile actually cracked Draconas' face; this was one of the more beautiful first meetings. Two creatures who seem to need each other more than they know being overwhelmed by the moment.


Ardra did not need to be told twice and was up on top of the dragon. The giant Merera dragon lumbered into the air before shooting off into the sky after the others.


Kenzo was the last left and the door opened in front of him.
 
Kenzo walked forward into the room, determination in his stride. As the door closed behind him, he let out a slow, deep breath.
 
The crystals shone brilliantly, a thousand colors twisting and turning. Outside both doors, there were a number of shouts, roars, shrieks, chains breaking, etc. Something was amiss. When the crystals narrowed instantly to red, the door flung itself open.


In front of Kenzo was the gigantic fire dragon that they had seen before. Its wild gaze was filled with power and pride. It roared in Kenzo's face, the force pushing him back a bit where he stood. Intelligent golden eyes stared into his, daring him to make the first move.
 
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