The Dragon Rider's Chronicles

In the corner of Sanz's room, there lay a small stone basin with water in it. A towel was draped within it, and it had clearly been used multiple times over the course of the night


"4,673...4,674...4,675...4,676...4,678"


Sanz was still swinging the weighted blade over his head, and seemed to have been doing so all night. His body was soaked with sweat, and he was still shirtless as well as barefooted.


"4,679...4,680...4,681..."
 
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...Where am I?


Kenzo awoke slowly, struggling to remember what had happened. He had been so exhausted that he was having difficulty recalling what occurred the previous night. He remembered that he had arrived to retrieve Merise, but he remained in the base because his wound was acting up...then Ardra found him...and then...


Something smells nice...


...and then, something about his past...Kenzo's eyes snapped open as everything that had occurred came rushing back to him, and he had to resist flinging himself off the bed. In front of him lay Ardra, sleeping soundly. She was smiling slightly as she slumbered. Kenzo gently got out of bed, being careful not to disturb Ardra. He adjusted the blankets to better cover her, and quietly exited the room, closing the door behind him.


He walked down the hall for a few seconds before reaching his own room and, after grabbing the mysteriously random new wooden sword, entered. He showered, dressed, and exited, sugegasa atop his head and all. After giving Kestus a nod of greeting, he sat cross-legged in the common area, the new katana lying across his lap, focusing his earth magic to fine-tune the forging. Whoever made this blade had no idea what they were doing...he would have to school them in the Soromine art of forging. Even so, he was grateful for the new sword. It definitely saved him the time it would take to find a suitable tree for making the sword, and the quality of the wood they used was phenomenal.
 
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Matthais's eyes opened as the smell of omelets wafted by his nose. He stood up and yawned and stretched. He dropped his arms and looked around for his sword. He found it on the ground next to him. He stooped over to pick it up got out his sharpening equipment and noticed that it had been done already. "Hmm must have done it before I nodded off." He belted it on and approached the fairy and dark elf in the kitchen. "Morning fellas. Ready for a day of jumping through political hoops?"
 
Kenzo didn't look up at Matthais' entry. "I am not a circus lion. I do not 'jump through hoops'. I would sooner cut the ringmaster in twain," he said calmly, and returned his focus to his magic-forging.
 
Ardra finally got up and showered, braiding her long hair back in the traditional Ventenadan hair style for a lady, complete with Ventenadan ruby and onyx jeweled comb. A little bit of red on the lips was all she needed before gliding out the door in a purple tank top and khaki cargo pants. She sent a gentle smile towards Kenzo before going over to Kestus. "Need help?"


"Ah sure." Kestus smiled. "Just help me do......"


Neera bolted up at the smell of food. "....FOOOOOOOOOOOOD!!!!!!" She ran out of the room towards the kitchen like a maniac.


Iris heard Neera's scream and walked out of her room, long brown hair slightly messed up from sleep and bags under her eyes. Her dreams from the night before had made restful sleep impossible.
 
"Well now that everyone's here. Several people of political clout are coming today. Kings, queens, and the like will be coming due to a prophecy. So be aware." Matthais said attempting to hold back the ravenous Neera.
 
"4,996...4,997...4,998...4,999...5000."


Sanz let out a few exasperated breaths as he pulled the weight off of his blade. The towel was draped over his shoulders before he walked out of the room. He was still shirtless, still barefoot, with a sheen of sweat over his body, and his blade lay naked and leaning against the towel over his shoulder. Breakfast sounded good, especially after a workout like that.
 
Kenzo finally stood and spend about a minute testing his completed sword with some exercises and swings. Satisfied, he stowed it in his belt. "How are the omelets coming along, Kestus?" Kenzo asked with mild curiosity in his voice. "I'm eager for sustenance after re-forging this blade. It took me longer than it might have because I had to correct some...mistakes," he said, slightly annoyed. "I swear I've had children forge me wooden blades better than this one was, initially."
 
Kestus stopped, jaw hanging open. "Oh...sweet mother....of the dragons above...."


"What?" Ardra looked where Sanz had come in. "...oh."


"....I don't even think I need breakfast, because that looks sooooo delicious." Kestus fanned himself.
 
Kenzo scoffed, pretending to take offense as he turned to Kestus. "I don't recall being complemented so when I strolled around shirtless." He was grinning slightly at the whole scene unfolding around him.
 
"Well, I'm sure he'd compliment you more if you deserved it, bub." Matthais said teasingly. "Oh all the men here, Sanz has the best muscle tone."
 
"Is breakfast going to be long? I was training most of the night."


Sanz sat down on one of the chairs, letting his body cool off after the workout from overnight. There didn't seem to be a single ounce of fat on his body, just a solid pillar of muscle. There was a single, thin scar. This ran over his collar bone and down both sides of his body, the front and back.
 
"Well, if I recall correctly you had to use some wind magic for that, Boyo." Matthais said tilting his head and smiling at his taunt.
 
"True enough..." Kenzo said, tossing his sugegasa and his shirt onto the couch. "What say you we have a rematch? No weapons, no magic," he said calmly while adopting a bare-handed fighting stance, not much different from his sword stance, "and no shirts, according to the rules of a Soromine bare-handed duel. I promise you, I barely need one arm to sweep you off your feet," he said, his mouth barely curving into a determined grin and his eyes glinting confidently.
 
"I accept your challenge." Matthais said as he began to remove his shirt. "But I will have you know that I've trained with Strong-men from all over the world." He kicked off his boots and adopted the low wide stance of the fighting style of the Fenrin Dwarves. Left leg forward slightly and right hand outstretched, palm forward.


He flipped his hand over and beckoned at Kenzo. "Bring it, Boyo."
 
Kenzo raised an eyebrow at the beckon, but complied all the same: he launched himself forward with his left foot, aiming his right palm at the bridge of Matthais' nose.
 
Matthais fell to his left catching himself with his left hand and throwing a kick at Kenzo's side with his right leg, using the fall to add speed and strength to the blow.
 
Kenzo reacted to the kick by sliding onto his knees, bending backwards to dodge the blow. Once he was clear he popped up, turned to face Matthais again, and launched into a flurry of right-leg straight kicks.
 
Neera then seemed to notice the shirtless Sanz for the first time. She stopped struggling to get the food and glanced casually at him.


Ardra's jaw dropped and she attempted to maintain her composure. Seeing Kenzo shirtless was......pretty freaking amazing.


Iris looked at all three of them. She studied Matthais, her Sun companion, for a moment. Nice build. Definitely something she did not mind seeing.


Kestus was on the verge of a nose bleed. Three shirtless men....hot shirtless men at that.....right in front of him. It was like a dream come true.
 
Sanz glanced up and leaned back against the chair, watching the match unfold in front of him. Seeing as they hadn't been training all night, they were probably full of energy.


"Kestus? You haven't answered my question."
 
Kestus looked at him. "...ummmmm....ahhhh.....it will be ready....soon....ish....." It was then that the fairy fainted from the sheer intensity of the sexy men in front of him. He laid there, a contented smile on his face.
 
"If that WAS all I had to offer," Kenzo retorted as he attacked with a leg sweep, "I wouldn't have bothered issuing the challenge!"
 
Ardra cheered. "Go Kenzo!" She was turning into a cheerleader at this rate, definitely happy that she was able to watch Kenzo fight shirtless. This was a beautiful sight and she was starting to really like the fact that she had claimed him.
 
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