Fantasy The Dragon Wardens

[Macaberz]

Grybil & Olsten.


I should have killed him. Like a summer fly buzzing around his head, the memory of Kurfast kept Olsten from sinking into fuzzy day-dreams. One by one the once-upon-a-time looking pine trees passed by. Fluffy grass and brittle thistles ramped up the hill’s feet and would undoubtedly grow knee-high when the dots of snow would melt away. Grybil trampled the hopeful seeds indifferently.


With every passing minute, Olsten wondered more and more why they were trusting their lives on the word of some ratty, sleazy old hunter who'd wanted to kill them. This is sheer lunacy, he thought at times, but then he would remind himself of their near effortless travelling so far.


No buggers had troubled them. Maybe, just maybe, Kurfast wasn't a complete moral corpse. Whenever they took to the sky, Grybil kept an hungry eye out for skinny little birds like the one he’d cooked mid-air. Now on foot, they were too close to the border to fly, Olsten glanced to his left, where Hale rode his dragon. The one-legged bum was a burden, a boulder chained to their ankles. Knowing five different herb teas was utterly pointless against spears and arrows and hate. It was better when we were alone. Having two massive, moss-covered, earth-dragons in their company didn’t help in remaining unnoticed either.


For the first few days he’d enjoyed the company, but now they wouldn’t go away. There was no him anymore, there was just ‘us’. And ‘us’ wanted to keep moving and make ‘him’ do as he was told. And who were they really? A cripple and an old’un. Fate had picked the weak and disadvantaged as its champions. Not even Malcom was the same, just a vapor-like shadow of his former self, drenching himself in dark, gloomy thoughts. We’re just sitting ducks…


“Oh come on,” he muttered under his breath. Grybil had taken a curious interest in Lupin, sniffing the earth-dragon’s dull brown skin occasionally, or whacking his tail at the viridian dragon’s side to test the other’s strength or patience, or both. “Not now,” Olsten hissed through his teeth. Grybil took on his usual tall, pride stance and trotted forward to join Malcom and Elain at their right side.


“Hey,” Olsten flashed a wry smile at his greying mentor. He opened his mouth to say more, but found nothing to say. Just months ago other Wardens had warned him that his endless blabbering made Malcom’s ears drip like hot wax, but now he had barely anything to say. Talking to Malcom had become like talking to a grave: eerie, and frankly quite pointless. “I don’t know about you, but I doubt we can just walk into the Silver Lance.” He glanced over his shoulder and lowered his voice a bit, “especially with those two in tow. They’re hopeless.”

 

[Red Thunder]

Hale and Kraeg'zech

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As if to provide a counterpoint to Olsten's observation, Kraeg suddenly rumbled, and Hale dropped off his mountainous dragon's back and knelt to the ground. He placed his hand on the ground, brow furrowed. A moment later he grinned, and Kraeg suddenly looked off into the distance.


"Excellent. There's a cave of fair size near here. Large enough at least to protect our dragons from unfriendly eyes."


The half-elf looked up at Rion. He'd been trying to learn by observation what he could from the older Warden, but he'd yet to muster the courage to ask her directly to be his mentor. Nevertheless, she was the oldest and presumably most experienced one in their little coterie. Her perspective could be invaluable.


"But I defer to my elders. Perhaps we could hide our dragons and investigate across the border? We Two-Legs would blend easier into a crowd than our dear Four-Legs."


Kraeg snorted grumpily at that. Hale shrugged and laughed.


"Aye. 'Red hair notwithstanding.'"


@CloudyBlueDay @CaptainDorran @Macaberz

 

[CloudyBlueDay]

Feria & Ifer

Eyein' that tavern!

"Kraeg actually brought me. I wasn't aware you were here at all!" As the cripple began to chuckle, Feria clenched her teeth. Oh, joy. A clueless Warden who's dragon was the one calling all the shots. And on top of it, she stared at his foot, a damn cripple. Just her luck, right? But what he said next made her look up. "You found more Dragon Wardens? How many!" It had been too long since she had seen other Dragon Wardens, and even though Feria didn't like people she was thrilled to know she wasn't the only one that had survived. She tried to stand up but fell against Ifer and squeezed her eyes shut in a moment of pain.


"But what about you? How did you come to stir up a nest of those flying beasts?" At this, Feria grumbled as she clung to Ifer, who let out a whine of sorts. "We made a fire to cook some rabbit. We were eating and they just came out of nowhere. I thought I had it covered but one of them got me in the back. Ifer was holding them off just fine but then they suddenly all ran away and that man came out of nowhere. I don't know what he was about." Feria muttered.


"Maybe it would be best if I traveled with you, just until my injuries are fully healed." She said slowly. Ifer's eyes widened as he growled in protest, but Feria was willing to suck up her pride for a little while and so Ifer would too.


--


Upon following Hale and Kraeg out of the forest, Feria was horrified to find that of all people, Olsten, that idiotic child who shouldn't be allowed to call himself a Dragon Warden was there. She was seething already, but the sight of him made her even worse. "You." She growled, but said nothing more. She would deal with him later. Rip his throat out, perhaps. Throw him to Ifer? The fire dragon, though.. she kind of wanted to kill it as well. But it was a fire dragon. Erh.


"If you want to walk into a pub, please tell me you're gonna cover up your hair. I suppose I will come. To keep you all in check. I'm damn marvelous with people, can't you feel it?" This was followed by some very sarcastic laughter, but it quickly subsided as Feria returned her cold hard gaze to Olsten. Then she turned to Hale for a moment. "Two-legs and four-legs? Good god. What have I gotten myself into."

 

[Effervescent]

Idhrenan and Eosphelon

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Her eyes remained on the distant tavern as she listened to Ava. A heavy sigh escaped her, the heat of her breath reminding her of her chapped lips. The cold had become somewhat of a normal feeling, and she was starting to get used to not being able to feel certain parts of her body. It was nice having a fire caster and dragon so close by, however. It made keeping a fire at night easier to manage. Idhrenan constantly kept her fingers covered within her robes and close to her sides.


"Dinyla," she finally spoke, "how do you feel about remaining here?" Her gaze finally shifted over to look upon the massive earth dragon. Erramun looked quite the part of a boulder without the remnants of yesterday's snow. They were far enough off any paths or roads to hopefully prevent drunken wanderers from stumbling upon them. But it would be cold without a fire. She then began to look for a large pine with thick, drooping boughs as shelter for the sick Dragon Warden. Besides, if they could see the tavern, they could see them if they were looking hard enough.


"Either way, we should look into finding shelter away from all these people," she suggested, and pointed southeast from the Silver Lance. "I would venture to guess some of the pines further that way may be large enough to hide within and create a small fire."

 

[LadyMatsudai]

Dinyla and Erramun

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Erramun's large head kept nuzzling Dinyla, her smaller body embracing his snout before she gasped to the feeling of one of the other dragons curling up against them. She could feel the heat emitting from Feral's scaley skin, her body sinking weakly into Feral's side as her face nestled into her side, trying to soak up the warmth to keep herself from getting cold, Erramun instinctively curling up more around the two hiding under his muscular form. Still curling up against Feral pitifully for warmth, Dinyla gasped to the brush of the pine needles brushing her cheek, reaching up to feel the sap coat her fingers, indicating the branches were there.


"I would be...fine here...I have Erramun to take care of me...and Feral and Eosphelon if they wish to," spoke Dinyla weakly, pausing to wait for the reaction from the other two dragons. She never wished to overstep her bounds before and after the attack on the Wardens, for the Wardens or for the dragons. With her deep bond with Erramun, Dinyla knew very well how Erramun would voice his opinion with soft touches, purrs, or growls. Every sound or brush with a stroke of his snout meant something. She lifted her head weakly to listen to the response of Feral.

 

[Effervescent]

The Border Between Baladur and Thallas - The Silver Lance Tavern

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From where they spied, the trio traveled fifteen minutes further from the path, deeper into the surrounding woods covered in thick firs. The evergreens were an excellent source of shelter, their branches reaching out to each other as a means for someone to easily hide. They could not travel too much further, for the closeness of the boughs would make it difficult for a dragon the size of Erramun. They were far enough away from anyone or anything for it to matter. There was always something particularly forgiving about these magnificent pines that most took for granted. They did not burn so easily, which made them the favored among nomads and vagabonds. Setting up a fire within or under their branches would not harm the trees, and their thickness would actually trap the heat nicely, the smoke exiting through the tips in feathered plumes.

The Silver Lance was well known among the Thalls and Baladuri. It was the only tavern between their lands that had no surrounding village or town, and was the go-to establishment for any traveling merchant. Many Thall used the location as a sight to post bounties, for it was well known the bounty hunters of Baladur were the best in all the kindgoms. Due to this, all manner of patronage would frequent the warmly lit halls and well-furnished bedrooms the Silver Lance had to offer.


Jern Farthen was the proud owner of the Silver Lance who built the establishment over two decades prior. The Baladuri laid out the plans and allegedly performed most of the work upon the construction of the structure. The land was once owned by an older woman who had offered Jern shelter from a terrible blizzard. Anytime he would cross through the border after then, he would come by to visit. One day, he had found the small hut burned to the ground, and traveled to the nearest village of Rustan just five miles southeastward. When the Baladuri found her safe and unharmed, he bought the land from her and built the tavern. To this day she works as the tavern’s cook and has never been happier.


No matter who comes to the Silver Lance, they pay their respects to both the keeper and Granny Phillis by keeping the peace among each other. If there was a dispute, it was always taken far from the grounds, and disputes handled without bloodshed were often rewarded with a slice of pie on the house. This gave the Silver Lance a respectable air both within and without.

Wooden beams structured the tavern’s exterior in a merging of Thall and Baladuri architecture. The first floor is lined with skillful masonry, the stones handpicked by Jern and imported from his home land. The upper tier was designed to be more insulated, for this is where the tavern’s rooms were located. The size of the establishment made for a spacious tavern hall furnished with long tables to promote socializing among strangers. A giant hearth rests mightily at the front just before the kitchen that was constantly ablaze with firelight. The stonework was akin to the exterior, and around it hung trophies from bounties that had been provided by Jern to his patrons. Jern could always be found behind the wooden bar near the kitchen entrance, his stock always full of some of the best brews from across the kingdoms. Across the grand hall is the wide stairwell leading up to six rooms available to rent, two of which were furnished with two beds and their own fireplace. Due to the popularity of the place, Jern always requests that patrons be kind to every traveler and only stay for as long as completely necessary so as to avoid hoarding shelter for those in need.


The first day of Winter did not bring in too many customers to the Silver Lance. A few horses were stabled within the barn just next to the establishment, providing what appeared to be at least five travelers shelter for their rides. Crescent hoof prints and all manner of weary boot prints littered the dirt road that passed beside the tavern. There was a cart of covered goods just to the side, the horse likely taking a rest within the stables. The inviting glow of the fire softly flickered against the frosted window panes, and smoke puffed out of the chimney thickly. Traveling closer to the tavern would bring forth scents of roasting pig and spiced apples. The wooden sign just outside the entrance creaked softly as a wind blew through the trees to bring about the winter's chill.


Inside, the Silver Lance was comfortably warm. A bard gently strummed his lute in a quiet ballad, his audience that of around twelve patrons scattered about the long tables. Small groups here and there comprised of two to four conversed among each other, the occasional laughter billowing from their throats as they filled their gullets with pork roast and ale. Jern stood at the bar with Granny Phillis as they dried the recently washed steins, his arm reaching up occasionally to hang them as they kept their voices low.

 

[Keitsumah]

Ava and Feral -- The Border Between Baladur and Thallas -- The Silver Lance Tavern

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Ava smiled beneath her hood when Feral hummed in response, the she-dragon careful to lay her spiked head down where Dinlya wouldn't accidentally injure herself. But the expression was hidden beneath the dense fabric, invisible to the other Wardens as Ava turned to examine the tavern again.


It's make is somewhat Baladurian... A faint wisp of longing crossed her gaze but Ava quickly stamped the thought. After the attack, everyone but other riders were her enemy. Besides, she shouldn't feel any tie to any particular people, even if they were from her birthplace.


And it's also Thalls make.


But, now with Dinlya safely hidden, Ava pulled her cloak tighter about herself and gave Feral one last glance.


"I'll be back soon. Take care of her." she told her dragon, who rumbled in assent. Maybe they could get some tonic or other for Dinlya at the tavern to further speed her recovery. But for now warmth and food were her best chance. And a good hiding place.


Ava glanced around. Erramun could carry any bulk they could carry, so getting too much didn't seem like a problem. The best things they could get were animals skins, cloth, or at best just clothing, as well as dried meat and any jarred goods they could get their hands on. Full canteens would be a wise decision, and maybe a canteen filled with ale as well. Ava had seen some Earth Wardens use mead or ale as a pain muffler when dealing with more severe injuries.


At the thought of the Earth Wardens, Ava almost collapsed for a second, swaying on her feet. Pain clenched her heart in an iron grip. A pain that even ale could not soothe.


She damned herself for thinking of him. He must be dead. Wouldn't he? Even with such a mighty dragon at his side, Ava doubted he could have escaped. Not when Ivan and Ragnarok had fallen --and they had, albeit jokingly, been known as the toughest Wardens!


Still, Ava dropped into a crouching position, watching the tavern as memories played in the back of her mind.


Tears threatened, then began to spill down her face.

Spoiler

"Hale, Hale --Hale I swear by the gods!" Ava gripped Kraeg's horn tighter and wrapped her legs securely about the tree-like appendage. She kept her face pressed close to it and her skin was white as a ghost where they hung over the cliff to get at an elusive herb they'd been searching for all day.


She yelped when Kraeg lowered his head another inch -a movement that would feel slow and easy to most, but to Ava she felt that they'd dropped a yard. She never had done well with heights, and Feral trilled in slight distress from her perch on the clifftop as the two Wardens were lifted closer to their target. "The sooner we get this over with the better..." she gulped and dared a peek over the edge earth dragon's head and wished she hadn't. Was it really such a good idea to let Kraeg lower his head this far where he stood on the edge? What if he lost his balance? If he lost his balance they would fall, and if they fell they'd--


Nope. Definetly not doing this again. Ava buried her face against his horn once more and Feral hummed far above, then laid herself across the larger dragon's tail as a counterweight to try and reassure her Rider. The action did little to comfort Ava though.


From where he gripped Kraeg's nose - more of a beak, really - Hale looked up. And shook his head.


"You are on a dragon, Avs! You couldn't ask for a better companion for reaching the unreachable heights!"


Contrary to his stout words, he glanced down at the rope he had tied about his waist. He trusted his dragon implicitly, of course. But bad things happen sometimes. Satisfied, he looked back down. It was still there: thefaelusplant. His mentor had suggested finding one and learning it's properties. And if Tilly the Longbow suggested looking for a particular plant to learn about it, you darn well did it. Despite being an Ice Warden, she was widely recognized as an expert in fauna, and Hale was lucky to be her student. Kraeg lowered his head a few more inches.


"Hang tight, Avs! Almost got it!"


She just groaned in response and glared in his direction. "I don't even know how you got me to do this but youain'tgetting me to do it again! Dragon or no!" she yelled in exasperation, then squeaked when they moved again. Ava exhaled loudly and forced herself to keep talking just so she wouldn't think about the hundred-foot drop below. "And what is that plant supposed to do anyways? Cure the common cold? White-cough? Make you sleep? Oh gods above don't let Kraeg eat it if it makes you fall asleep!"


Feral trilled again, but this time in amusement. Ava's expression soured. "Yes he would force me into hand-to-hand combat with him and beat me soundly for being a chicken Feral." she muttered. "Ivan isn't exactly known for being a lax mentor you know. And what about his dragon? Hmm? Would you like to try that backwards fire-spiral again?"


The trill cut short and a growl sounded from above. Ava paled further. "Uh... Hale can we wrap this up quickly please? I don't like the idea of Kraeg leaving his rump wide open for a fire dragon to head-butt."


At Ava's assessment, Kraeg growled a warning to Feral. The young Warden, perched precariously on his head, could feel the rumble vibrate up from his belly to her hands and feet. It wouldn't have felt much different to experience an earthquake had she stood upon actual ground. As he tried to get into a better position, Hale called up.


"Hey! Slow down, there, mate! Don't drop me! You scared of a little fire dragon?"


The half-elf sighed and continued reaching.


"This plant's roots, so I understand, is supposed to provide enough nourishment for any creature that consumes i- Woah!" He left out a grunt before continuing. "Ugh. Um, that said, I don't know what else it might offer, or even if the rumor is true, but my mentor wants me to find out."


A final grunt and a short cheer later, Kraeg lifted his head up slowly from the edge of the cliff and backed away to solid ground. Hale picked himself up from where the earth dragon had set him down. A grin was on his face and a small plant was in his hand. It was a light green in color, its leaves a star pattern, and it carried a single pink flower. Thick black roots sprouted from its base. The half-elf presented it proudly, nervous sweat on his brow and his hands and knees a little worse for the wear.


"See? Isn't it great?"


"I think.... I'd rather... take on Ragnaroc with my bare hands....than do that again." Ava huffed, lying flat on her back on solid, safe earth a good twenty feet away from the edge as she spoke of her mentor's giant fire dragon. Feral laid down next to her, legs tucked in neatly like a cat's, and sniffed her Rider's face. Ava groaned and sat up after taking a whiff of sulfuric dragon breath. But after a moment a grin cracked her face and she laughed. "Well we did it -and even though I was completely pathetic Ivan can't say I didn't do it. Not that I was much help anyways."


"Of course you were. All respect to the mighty Kraeg," Hale chuckled and gave a little bow to his dragon, who snorted in exasperation, "the Reaches are a remarkably dangerous place. It's good to have a Dragon Warden equally an dangerous."


Still laughing to himself, he dusted off the roots and took a small bite. Immediately his face twisted in disgust, but he continued chewing. Finally he swallowed and coughed.


"Well. I suppose I've had worse. Though I can't remember it. You ought to try it, Avs! It may be awful, but I genuinely feel nourished. Almost...magically so."


Kraeg opened his maw, and Hale tossed one of the roots in. The dragon made a choking noise. The earth Warden laughed as he hobbled over to stand beside his friend.


"C'mon, Avs. Let's head home."


A shaky breath escaped her as Ava closed her eyes. Home. As if we have one to go to anymore...





Sensing her Warden's distress, Feral raised her head a bit and trilled, pulling Ava out of her troubled thoughts if only for a moment.


"I miss him too, Feral. Him and Kraeg both." she said, her voice dull and grey as the sky above.


But they couldn't afford to become lost in old memories. Sorrows that threatened to overwhelm them. Decided, Ava glanced at Idhrenan, wondering briefly if the woman was going to come with her, but shrugged and instead headed for the tavern. She could follow or stay with Dinlya if she wanted, and could catch up easily. Ava needed a moment to herself. To try and cover the weakness that threatened to crack her otherwise iron-strong exterior.

 

[Red Thunder]

Hale and Kraeg



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"If you want to walk into a pub, please tell me you're gonna cover up your hair. I suppose I will come. To keep you all in check. I'm damn marvelous with people, can't you feel it?"


Hale had not gotten any feedback from the other Earth Warden, but the Ice Warden he'd helped earlier was all too ready to voice her opinion. For all her boisterous attitude, though, Feria did seem capable. So long as she didn't start picking fights in the tavern. Extracting his pack from his dragon's saddlebag, Hale patted Kraeg on the nose and turned to the others.


"Well, I'm going anyway. Kraeg can lead the other dragons to the cave. They will be safe enough there.


"Anyone who wants a nice bed and a warm meal should come with me."


With a Take care, mate to his large friend, the half-elf began making his way slowly to the path through the underbrush, and from it, to the Silver Lance. Seemingly remembering Feria's admonition concerning their hair, Hale pulled a large knit cap from his bag and shoved it onto his head, being sure to tuck away any telltale locks. Absent mindedly he wondered if other Wardens had found their way to the inn. It would be nice if one or two of his friends had survived. But he'd know soon. Even at his slower pace, he guessed the journey wouldn't take more than a few hours. Setting his jaw, Hale pressed on.

 

[LadyMatsudai]

It was not long before Idhrenan and Ava had left Dinyla with the three dragons in the efforts to obtain supplies from the tavern below. Dinyla continued to nestle against Feral for her warmth, the fur coat slipping a little off of her body from readjusting herself. Noticing the fur blanket slipping off of her, Erramun lowered his head to carefully grab the corner of the fur cloak with his teeth, pulling it back over his Warden before nuzzling her face to assure her everyone would be fine. "Wow...am I spoiled?" joked Dinyla weakly, still curling up against Feral for warmth while she stroked Erramun's large head again. "Three dragons to watch me..." she added, sighing tiredly as she felt her blind eyes droop more, whimpering to her stomach turning.


Erramun snorted as he nuzzled Dinyla with his large nose, his large body curling up more around Feral and Dinyla to ensure they were safe against him. His large head rose up to sniff the air, golden eyes glancing behind him while a deep rumble echoed in his chest in the hopes Eosphelon would be nearby or at least come towards them. They needed to stay together and not venture too far off if they wanted the plan to work. The Wardens would quickly get in, bringing out supplies, and they would be on their way. Erramun let out a deep and quick chirp to Eosphelon to encourage him to come to the group.

 

[CloudyBlueDay]

"What do you mean, 'lead the other dragons'. I'm sure they're capable enough, jeez. I mean, honestly, I don't care if your dragons are that stupid, but Ifer sure as hell isn't." Feria snorted, and Ifer growled his approval as well. She honestly did not want to go, these wardens were obviously losers. Why had she been so excited? Feria scolded herself.


"Anyone who wants a nice bed and a warm meal should come with me." Well, that snapped Feria out of her thoughts. Her stomach growled, not too loud but loud enough for her. She had barely take two bites out of that rabbit before the wyverns attacked. And she hadn't slept in a bed in so long. Looking at Ifer, she bit her lip. He narrowed his eyes at her, a 'are you seriously considering this?' expression on his face.


"Fine. I will come." She said, and Ifer let out a little yelp. "Sshh, Ifer! I will be back in a bit." She took out a knit cap, like Hale, and covered her bright red hair. "Ifer can lead the dragons." She said, smirking as she walked towards the tavern.


@Macaberz @CaptainDorran @Red Thunder

 

[Effervescent]

Idhrenan and Eosphelon

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Delicate fingers tucked the loose strays of red hair under the green knit cap upon her head. Idhrenan glanced back at the wayward pine as she followed Ava towards the Silver Lance Tavern and could barely make out Eosphelon in the snow. The dragon watched her leave with longing. It had been over a season since the two had been separated at such a distance. She conveyed to him the importance of his presence with Dinyla with gentle reassurance, and turned back to face Ava's back.


Idhrenan knew the girl well enough. Ava had been quite the talk among the Emasari after a lover's quarrel went south. Young Dragon Wardens with a bad rep were debated with concern, and it was often the case that the Emasari were not keen to take on such liabilities in their ranks. Seeing her now was conflicting, for she saw the girl's compassion for her kin, yet the disdain for others was too prominent. She knew she would have to keep a close hold on her once in the tavern, and she wasn't looking forward to such a responsibility.


Eosphelon buried his nose in the snow as Idhrenan walked out of sight. The white fluff gathered around the crevices of his geode-like scales, and with a swift upward motion he tossed it into the sky and watched it snow once again. It hadn't been five minutes and the dragon was already bored. He felt Idhrenan urge him to stay focused, and he grumbled in protest as he looked over at Erramun and Dinyla. They were fine. Perfectly fine to the degree they could be anyway. Using his attunement to the arcane, he searched for any signs of sentient life for reassurance. There was a faint signature, but it was far enough away to only be a minor threat at this point. He would keep tabs on it until he could no longer feel it.


Idhrenan stepped onto the main road as confidently as she could manage. Looking as if she was meant to be there was key, for it would mitigate suspicion. The road was damp from partially melted snow, though ice still clung thinly within the shade. Wheel tracks traced lines across the mud in areas that tended to see less sun. Idhrenan took point, and motioned for Ava to follow her lead as she made her way towards the tavern entrance.


"Speak to no one," she advised to the young Dragon Warden. She knew her teeth would be enough to draw too much attention. "I will handle any transactions. Let me know if you lose connection to Feral."


Opening the door felt like walking into her favorite tavern back at the Haven, The Cavern. While there weren't as many patrons within the Thall establishment, the overall atmosphere was reminiscent of home. The decor was different enough to keep Idhrenan grounded and focused, her mind being pulled away from nostalgia as she scanned through the groups gathered about.


"Welcome, travelers!" boomed a voice from the bar. Jern Farthen was the epitome of a Baladuri, his long blond hair pulled back from angular features and a burly build. He smiled brightly at the two Dragon Warden, completely unaware that his newcomers were at all wanted people. Or perhaps he didn't care. "What can I do for you two fine ladies today? I don't think I've seen you around before. Let me get you a stein on the house." He beckoned the two to follow him to the bar, and Idhrenan looked over at Ava curiously before following the man.

 

[Keitsumah]

Ava

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Ava narrowed her eyes a bit at being told not to speak, but kept quiet and pulled her scarf higher until it just touched her nose. Her hood was pulled low enough that the only thing others would see were her eyes and a bit of her forehead now, but she tugged in it occasionally out of habit. She was nervous, being so far from Feral. And no matter how hard she tried, the tension in her body was evident. The girl did manage to keep herself from examining the entire interior of the building when they entered, though, so that was a plus. Examining everything in detail would have drawn too much notice.


Still, she knew it would be best -both for them, their dragons, and the people in the inn- that they get what they needed and leave as quickly as possible. So she forced herself to move with a confident, semi-relaxed gait, her cloak falling back in place over the sword she had left exposed before. Weapons hidden. Hands out and open. Try to keep relaxed. There's no reason to get in a fight. Yet. Just do what you need and--





Then she halted as if struck. Ava had to blink several times before she understood it, but her stomach already had and growled loudly. She smelled food.


More specifically, apple pie.


Her face flushed red when she noticed Idhrenan glance at her. Ava hadn't been listening to the bartender speak at all and only now just focused on those around them. Stupid! You get distracted too easily! Now's not the time for treats! Shaking herself off as if she'd had some snow clinging to her boots, Ava felt her body adjust to the warmth inside the inn and shivered before she followed Idhrenan.


She tried to hide the fact that she was nervous, and hungry now as well, but if one watched carefully they would notice Ava glancing around, trying to locate the source of the smell. As well as standing a few inches from the other Warden at all times.

 

[Red Thunder]

Hale

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Hale raised an eyebrow as Feria spoke. Ifer lead the dragons? He snorted, doubtful. If the Ice Dragon could find his way to the cave, more power to him. The half-elf found his mind drift more to the dragon's Warden. He glanced over at her and stopped. A haughty air seemed to accompany her as she strode by. Shrugging, he followed. Whatever was eating her wasn't his problem, unless it caused dangerous behavior on the battlefield. But that could wait.


The Wardens managed the trip in half the time Hale had anticipated, and it was a great surprise to him when they spotted the tavern around a wooded corner. A sigh escaped his lips, and he felt like a weight had been lifted from his shoulders. It might still be dangerous of course, but even danger might be preferable to the road. Feria's proud but embittered statements back where they left the dragons had left him highly cautious of upsetting her, so he'd remained silent the whole way.


Their approach was careful, watchful. But it proved unnecessary. Though he examined the muddied path constantly, he saw no signs of danger; only old cart ruts and the tracks of booted feet. As they neared the door, Hale sniffed. The smell of something warm and freshly cooked filled even the air about the Silver Lance, and the young Warden felt his inside rumble like Kraeg. Smiling to himself and patting his stomach reassuringly, he checked his purse. Maybe twenty coppers jingled together, surrounding a single silver piece like servants surround their king. It was a fairly depressing sight; he needed to find work at some point if he was to find coin enough to live. But that might come later. With a glance to his companion and a quick wipe of his muddy boots upon the steps, Hale pushed open the door and hobbled inside.


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Kraeg

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"Ifer can lead the dragons."


Kraeg had already turned to head in the direction of the cave when Feria's words grabbed his attention. Ifer? The Ice dragon? The Earth Dragon snorted, and a growl growing in his throat threatened to leap out. But Hale had merely turned away from the perceived offense, so his dragon did the same. Doing his best to suppress the pride that sat in his stomach, the wyrm turned and headed toward the nearby cave, ambivalent as to whether the others should follow. Or indeed whether any should try to take the lead.


A quarter hour later and Kraeg stood just beyond the entrance, examining it closely. 'Cave' was a highly generous term for the hollow he now beheld in the short cliff wall. Overhang was more apropos. But it would serve to conceal them, he thought. Turning his head one last time to look in his wandering Warden's direction, the dragon chuffed softly and strode into the cave to find a good place to sleep.


@CloudyBlueDay @Macaberz and @CaptainDorran?

 

[LadyMatsudai]

Dinyla and Erramun



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Erramun rolled his eyes and shook his large head to the site of Eosphelon growing bored with waiting already, playing in the snow to try and entertain himself. A deep rumble echoed in his chest to giving up on the idea of Eosphelon drawing closer to the ground and glanced back down to Dinyla, purring to her to try and help her ailing stomach as she kept whimpering, shaking heavily against Feral's warm side. In the hopes to help hide her and Feral from sight, Erramun pulled a few more branches from the pine tree above and positioned it carefully over his Warden and Feral's head, his body curling and adjusting to cover the openings here and there.


The Earth Dragon turned his head in the direction Eosphelon was facing, wondering if he could feel a presence anywhere near them and snorted a little in thought, wondering if Eosphelon could sense anything coming towards them, his golden eyes dilating to seeing Eosphelon focus on something in the distance. Lowering his head to rest it back in the snow, Erramun purred deeply, stomach and chest rumbling against Dinyla and Feral while he kept a vigilant eye as well. Dinyla struggled to try and relax, her stomach flipping forward and back in her gut while her hands clung to the fur cloak and buried her face more into Feral's side. She could never remember a time she felt so sick and weak, clinging to everything that was alive for some grip on reality, thinking if she let go, she would slip away, never to awaken again. She closed her eyes tight, praying the ailment would leave and everything would return to normal...the Wardens roaming free...dragons flying through the skies...let everything be normal...

 

[Keitsumah]

Feral



​

When the Earth Warden began to show more distress than usual Feral rumbled and lifted her head a bit to look at the female. She was older than Ava, perhaps doubly so by the looks, but she seemed even younger for being so vulnerable.


Snorting, Feral pulled the cloak over Dinlya more firmly, glaring at Erramun should he try to correct her. She knew what she was doing. And as soon as the Warden was covered a bit more firmly, she curled up tighter around her, even covering the girl with one wing to insulate her body further. A hum began to rise in the female dragon's chest, spreading out and through her body until her pitch was in harmony with Erramun's. The vibrations should numb the little creature to her pain and help her sleep. And if Feral had learned anything after watching the male Earth Warden and his dragon, it was that sleep, alongside whatever plants he'd gathered, was a must for those who were ill.


Sensitive to heat and cold as she was, Feral kept a close watch on the human's temperature. Should it rise too high, she would raise her wing to let the cool air in a measured amount before covering her again. Of all dragons, Fire dragons were the most jealous, and for good reason. It wasn't wise to challenge a female dragon's nest and hatchlings. Few had ever survived such an encounter, and Feral began to behave more and more like a brooding mother as she kept close watch over their charge.


After several minutes, Feral nudged her head against Erramun's, then let out a small bark to tell him he should keep his head up and on watch. Though she didn't want to admit it, the Arcane dragon wasn't a very trustworthy asset to the team: more that he got distracted easilly than that he was any actual danger. At best Feral could only hope he wasn't spotted and brought attention to the group.


Oh well. She and Erramun could probably handle anything that came along, right?

 

[LadyMatsudai]

Dinyla and Erramun



​

Still shaking against Feral, Dinyla's pale face cringed from the sickening heaviness growing in her gut before she gasped faintly to the feeling of Feral's warm head brushing against her body, pulling the cloak a little tighter around her smaller figure. Erramun's head perked up to Feral moving her head and snorted a little to seeing the female dragon tucking Dinyla in with the cloak against her, a deep rumble in his chest offering his thanks to the fire breather. The feeling of Feral's larger body squeezing around squeezed Dinyla closer against Feral's warm side, feeling the warmth start to circle more around her from Feral moving her wing over her to keep the heat contained.


Another gasp of surprise escaped Dinyla's lips to a vibrating hum running through Feral's body, mixing with the deep rumble from Erramun's broad chest and stomach. Sinking into the crux of Feral's back leg next to her stomach, Dinyla could feel her eyes growing heavy, caving to the desire to sleep as her body sunk into Feral's warm makeshift cave. Erramun purred more to see Dinyla finally relaxing with Feral's help, grunting to the nudge on his head before raising his head all the way to examine their surroundings. His golden eyes softened to see Dinyla finally getting some rest, some color returning to her cheeks from being encapsuled in the warmth. Lowering his head, Erramun purred deeply towards Feral, nuzzling the side of her head with the end of his snout in thanks, pulling back to give her space.

 

[Macaberz]

Not a word came from his mentor's mouth. He looked sullen, as if some terrible weight dragged him down. Gone was Malcom the strong, burnt to ashes along with Haven. Unsure how to proceed, Olsten merely shrugged and Grybil held back his pace to let them fall behind.


"You."


Olsten arched an eyebrow at Feria. Tall, cold eyes, and about as sociable as am icicle. "Yeah...?" he challenged her. But not much of a reply was forthcoming. Maybe she just liked to growl. Grybil flared his nostrils, wafting some acrid black smoke at the woman on her icecube.


"If you want to walk into a pub, please tell me you're gonna cover up your hair. I suppose I will come. To keep you all in check. I'm damn marvelous with people, can't you feel it?"


The laughter that followed was anything but laughter. More like a cold, hollow hiccup. He was beginning to prefer the company of the cripple and the old'un.


"Maybe you can go in first and we'll see, eh?" He wrinkled his nose at her. "I mean, with your...talents, surely you can persuade them to pretend we're not Wardens and that our dragons are just over-sized horses, right?"


But he might as well have been talking to a glacier. Hale and Feria started to bicker about who was leading who and it was quite clear that his opinion would not be heard, or appreciated, or even remotely considered. With a little hop and short beat of his wings, Grybil retreated them to the back of the line.


This is not working out, Olsten sighed inwardly. It was better when it was just us.


---


Nevertheless he obliged. Whereas his companions relied on hoods to disguise their identity, Olsten employed the same trick as always. Grybil kindly produced the ash and soot required to dye his Rider's hair a peppered grey-and-black. Adding to his disguise, Olsten bundled a few branches with his bow and arrow and slung them over his back, The fiery stench and black smears staining his skin might be explained away if he pretended he was just some woodworker. Maybe it would work, maybe it wouldn't, but no one could reprimand him for lack of effort.


---


The Silver Lance did little to live up to it's name. Mud and hoof prints guided them towards the front door, but Olsten didn't follow Hale and the others inside.


A cart, seemingly abandoned, caught his eye. The few odd bobs in the blanket lain over it betrayed crates hiding underneath. Glancing left and right, assuring himself that not a living soul was watching, Olsten hooked his thumb under the cloth. Not wanting to be caught, he simply grabbed a few carrots and restored the cloth. He turned to follow Hale inside but was stopped by a big, bleary eye.


He gasped and nearly dropped his loot. "Oh, it's you."


The horse kept staring at him with a lazy eye.


"Alright," Olsten grinned as he handed the animal one of the carrots, "our little secret eh bud?"


Without delay he stuffed the remaining carrots in his pockets and considered it a blessing that Grybil was with the other dragons or the poor horse would've been caught between ivory teeth.


Without another word, Olsten entered the tavern, brushed past Hale and found a table in the far corner of the establishment. Jern's welcome, if he'd spared any for them, was promptly ignored. Even as he eyed the other guests with suspicion, a mild ruse fell over him. It was strange to be among people, other people, after weeks with the circus of crazed and crippled riders.


And oh god, that smell. He permitted himself to glance up to trace the scent of pork and roasted potatoes and...apple pie? What coin he had was probably too litlle, but that wasn't why they were here anyway.


“Go to the inn keeper, Jern Farthen, and tell him Kurfast sent you..."


He spotted a few out-of-place looking folks near the bar and could only presume that the gruff figure with his wild. blonde mane was the owner, Jern Farthen.


Jern Farthen...


Mustering his courage, Olsten dropped the bundle of branches - and the bow hidden within - to the floor. Now the other wardens would see that he wasn't a mere child in need of pampering, though they had yet done very little of that.


"Excuse me?" Olsten shoved past the two woman that had followed the burly innkeeper. He dearly wished for them to bugger off as he tapped Jern on the shoulder and lowered his voice. "I uh...I..." he frowned, suddenly feeling quite empty on the inside. What if Kurfast had been lying? What if it was all a trap?


There was only one way to find out.


He cleared his throat and tried to sound as confident as possible. "Kurfast sent me."

 

[Keitsumah]

Ava

​

"Excuse me?" Ava hissed in alarm when a boy shoved past her and Idhrenan to speak with the tavern keeper, one hand flying to her sword for a moment before common sense retaliated and forced her back a few steps to calm down. It was just a boy. Not a soldier. No reason to attack.


Yet. Ava's eyes narrowed in annoyance and she took the momentary distraction as an opportunity to look around, but when she heard a harsh clack from behind as well as more footsteps alarm shot through her thin frame. Pulling her hood down further -it seemed to have been pulled up a bit by the boy's passing and was nearly blown off her head entirely- she turned to face the new potential threat.


Then her eyes, nearly hidden beneath her hood and her face masked by her scarf, widened. A cane. A cap. The same cautious, shy eyes and stooped figure. A red scar. A foot bent too far in.


"H.... Hale?" the word was a mere whisper on her tongue, unwilling to believe the sight before her.

 

[Red Thunder]

Hale

First Olsten, then Feria, and now Olsten again. Neither seemed happy for the company he had so longed for during his lonely exile. Both seemed bitter and hate filled. It made sense, if he was honest with himself, and he supposed he might feel the same way, if he gave the reason for their circumstance the slightest consideration. As Olsten pushed past, the half-elf closed the door behind him. The Fire Warden was such a hothead. He was going to get them killed, he felt sure. Well, him or Feria. Whomever really broke first. He chanced a glance at her, but the Ice Warden's expression was, appropriately, icy, and Hale could get no read off her. And so he weighed his options: an angry child who now seemed to be bothering the inn keeper, an immature and ungrateful young woman, and a tavern of strangers. Not fantastic prospects for the day's company. In other words, he was just as alone as he had been before finding the others. He found himself longing, more than even before, for the sight and sound of a friendly face.


The Earth Warden got better, for what friendlier face could one find than that of a long lost friend? A girl stood at the bar, mouth agape. She seemed of frail frame, but he knew he to be a talented fighter. Tattered rags and animal skins covered her, and he thought he could see the pommels of two half-swords. Fire was in her eyes. Even her hood couldn't hide her spirit. Oddly, Hale could see plainly that her teeth were filed to points. That bespoke of something wrong, he felt plainly. But that didn't matter. He took a few uncertain steps toward her, the clack of his staff breaking the harsh silence between them, and his eyes were further narrowed in disbelief.


"Avs?"


@Keitsumah @CloudyBlueDay @Macaberz

 

[Keitsumah]

Ava



​

Hale quickly felt himself lifted off the ground and spun around as an over-excited Ava clamped him in a bear-hug. "YOUR ALIVEHOWDIDYOUESCAPEWHEREISKRAEG!?" she squeaked in a high-pitched tone of voice almost painful to the ear (and nigh unintelligeble unless you were used to hearing her speak that way on occasion -of which only Hale was out of those within earshot) as she finally set Hale down but refused to let go, instead almost hopping up and down on her feet with joy like a small child.


He was alive! He was alive! Ava couldn't quite believe it and pinched herself to be sure -then him for good measure. She couldn't remember being so happy since the Fall. Or even before then for that matter. Ava hopped again and was about to hammer him with more questions when she remembered the reason they had come here.


"Oh." Her feet hit the floor and her joyous mood was dampened a bit, realizing how serious their situation was. "I'm not alone." she said lowly. "There's another one besides Idhrenan -the woman behind me. But she's ill. Her name's Dinlya -another with your training." she said, careful not to say Earth Warden and hoping Hale might understand. "Thank goodness you're alive. At least I can trust your ability to treat sickness and wounds. Plus you're the best lookout I've ever met! How did you survive the accident?" Again, to avoid unwanted attention. Though she likely drew a lot already, Ava didn't want it to be the wrong kind. Her eyes were wide and worried, and she glanced around at the boy who had barged past them, as well as a girl who's icy bearing made it a tad too obvious what element she was, if she was one...


Ava turned back to face him, speaking lowly enough that the tavern keeper might not hear her as he was distracted by the boy for the moment. "Did you come with them, or alone?"

 

[Effervescent]

Idhrenan and Eosphelon

​

Wind rushed past her as she took her first step, a young boy hobbling by. Another followed and zipped past, the stench of soot in his wake. Idhrenan paused in her path as she observed the second boy more closely as he found himself a table, his eyes continuing to dart towards the owner waiting at the bar. As she noticed the boy's hairline, her thoughts were derailed by a shrill tone from Ava. Widened eyes traveled over to her companion to see her conversing with the first boy who entered. Several patrons turned to stare at the girl and her friend, the bard plucking the strings of his lute more softly as his curiosity got the better of him. After a few seconds of trying to eavesdrop and failing, the bard returned to his normal volume, and the patrons followed suit as they lost interest.


Taking in a calming breath, she looked over the cripple boy. Hale is the name Ava had said, if she heard correctly, and Hale was being given every detail of their whereabouts.


"Ava, please lower your tone," Idhrenan advised calmly before approaching Hale with an inclination of her head. "I am Idhrenan. I don't believe we have met." Ava was a known firecracker among the upper echelon of Dragon Wardens. Idhrenan wasn't familiar with any of Ava's past missions or even if the girl had any, but regardless, the once-Emasari held an air of skepticism not just in revealing personal information to this boy she didn't know, but doing so in such a public place.


"If you two would like to continue your conversation outside, that would be most appreciated." Idhrenan gave the two a calm, yet stern look, hoping to convey her reasoning without outright saying it. Attention was already drawn to them, a few patrons facing the door occasionally glancing their way as the conversed among their colleagues. Idhrenan looked back over to Jern at the bar and noticed the other boy speaking to the owner.


Jern watched the boy stumble through his words as Granny retreated back into the kitchen. "He needs meat on his bones!" she called out in a sing-song voice, and Jern chuckled in return. Finally, Olsten released the name that was on his lips, and the large Baladuri paused. The once jovial expression that adorned his face quickly faded to concern.


"Kurfast is a dear friend," Jern said and motioned to one of the stools at the bar. "Have a seat, young one. Tell me my friend is well. He should have returned by now. Did you hear from Jensen as well?"


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Eosphelon switched between keeping tabs on his human and keeping tabs on that life form that wandered about the area. The arcane dragon looked into the wayward pine, Erramun's large body sticking out from it like a misplaced boulder. Snow would make the dragon look more the part! Eosphelon positioned himself with his back towards the larger one and began shoveling the snow and dirt onto Erramun's side and tail. There wasn't much snow left in these woods, and so it was mostly frosted dirt.


In his activity, Eosphelon missed just how close the life form came until it was too late. He stopped abruptly and spun about to be met face to face with a disgruntled looking shae. The goat-like woman frowned heavily at the sight of the arcane dragon, her multicolored eyes slowly looking over at the wayward pine with a look of disgust.


"No, no, no!" the shae said. "Yous on my propertay! Who say yous could be here? No one. Not a one. This here's private propertay! Yes, it is." She points to Eosphelon angrily. "And yous no can dig! Yous kill my roots to important trees, yes! Now, goes away, silly drakes! Shoo!" The shae flaps her arms wildly as if to fan away an unwanted stink.

 

[Red Thunder]

Hale

He laughed, heedless of what attention it might bring. One of his best friends was alive; what did it matter if anyone knew of his joy? The questions had come in a barrage. They were expected; Ava always tended to merely open her mouth and let the words flow. At times in the past it was annoying and distracting. But oh, what a pleasure to hear it now. Hale pulled his arms free from her embrace, her arms snapping right back into place once he had. The half-elf returned it warmly then gestured behind them to the door with his thumb. The young Fire Warden's paranoia was something he felt as well, and they could almost certainly speak more freely elsewhere. The Emasari (he vaguely recalled her from the Haven) that his friend had traveled with had given good advice. He nodded with an Aye and turned to Ava.


"Come on," Hale whispered. "We can speak more freely outside."


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The frigid air whistled its greeting as they stepped out of the Silver Lance and off the path. The ground here was perhaps a little less wet, thanks to the grass and undergrowth that spread freely. Safely out of sight and behind the tavern, the Earth Warden finally turned to his friend. A grin still reached from ear to ear.


"So! We've a great deal to catch up on, don't we? It's a good thing we brought others; they can handle our respective business. And yeah, I came with others. The young boy at the counter is Olsten, and the girl at the door is Feria."


As he spoke, he leaned upon his staff with one hand and began moving the other in an odd fashion. To Ava's practiced eye, she knew him to be concentrating on his earth manipulation. Slowly two lumps of earth rose from the ground like (though certainly far less repulsive looking than) two pimples. In a few moments, they were tall enough to sit on, and Hale did so, gesturing for her to sit upon the other.


"I'm sorry to hear about your friend, though I'm glad you found companions. My supplies are running low, I'm afraid, but I'll be happy to do what I can.


"Ah, but you asked about the, uh, 'accident'." He smiled sadly, the joy he'd normally have taken at the understatement undermined by the tragedy it referred. "I wasn't even there. We had gone out, Tilly, Malika, and us, on a trip out East." A vague shrugged indicated that he wasn't inclined to discuss it. "When we got back, the Haven was under siege. But it was taken by that point. All we could do was flee. So we did. We fled and prayed to the gods for the best. Well, Kraeg and I did. The others..."


Hale drifted off, his keen eyes becoming distant as he stared at the ground. A few moments later he blinked, coming out of his introspection. A curious smile on his face, he reached out with his staff and tapped Ava's leg familiarly.


"But what about you and Feral? What news of you?"


@Keitsumah

 

[Keitsumah]

Ava

​

Ava nodded to Hale's words, her mood somewhat spoiled by the dark events that had brought them to this point, but at worst her expression was blank and her eyes clouded. A much better expression than what could be said had he seen her a mere few weeks ago.


"Feral and I were there when they attacked...Ragnaroc and Ivan fell. But I guess it would be the way they wanted to go out --in a fight. If not against their allies..." Ava winced as she mentioned her former mentor and glanced back at the inn with some remorse. "We escaped through the smoke. I almost suffocated, but we made it out somehow and I was blind from soot for a few days. By the time I recovered my sight, Feral had flown us all the way down to the coast. Maybe the water in the air had cleansed my vision."


A faint smile touched her lips as she remembered the elf that had helped them. Now that she looked back on it she felt slight remorse for having scared the fellow -but she couldn't afford to trust anyone but other Wardens. "Not too long after we were chased out by the threat of an elven war-band. Another of their kind had managed to climb down the cliffs to warn us beforehand and gave us supplies. Feral and I nearly chased him off -or rather I think we did regardless. He was rather intimidated by us." She chuckled, unable to hide her 'fangs' when she grinned. "After we fled, we came across a path that could only have been churned up by a dragon. We followed it and after a few hours found a small house with an arcane and earth dragon outside."


She waved in the direction of the inn. "Idhrenan is the arcane Rider. The other member of our little group you have not met yet is Dinlya." her eyes grew darker -worried. "She's fallen baddly ill after her ordeal. In fact I'm shocked she's still alive. Her dragon isn't strong enough to fly over long distances because she is blind and he sticks to the ground, so they must have slipped past the army through a side tunnel somehow and into the woods. I left Feral to keep her warm and try to help her get better while we are gone." she explained. Her expression had become a little less grim, but then darkened again as she laid her hands in her lap and bowed her head, shoulders trembling.


"It was awful, Hale... I do not trust anyone but other Wardens now." she bit out. "They killed the young, the eggs, the hatchlings and the infants without remorse. I would have tried to attack an entire troupe and surely died if Feral hadn't carried me off right then..." she opened her hands, watched the shaking become stronger before she forced them still. "It's the anger that only kept me going for the longest time... but now with you here I..."


She looked up at him and forced a watery smile to try and come to her face but only managed a small one, the pain of remembering those terrified faces cutting a deeper scar than even time could heal. "I feel better. But after seeing such acts committed... I can never be healed."

Feral



​

At first Feral's attention was directed to the noise Eosphelon was making as the arcane dragon tried to cover Erramun with snow but only succeeded in peppering them with frost and dirt. Covering Dinlya with her wing, Feral was about to bark in annoyance at the smaller dragon when an odd creature appeared and started to jabber and wave its forelegs (arms?) at him.


She poked her head out still further from under Erramun's wing and snapped her jaws at Eosphelon, warning him to back off and let her deal with the creature. She growled to get its attention and her nostrils flared wide before a puff of smoke escaped, trailing into the trees above. The sight of a fire dragon usually scared off any kind of prey animal and predator alike, and though Feral was half tempted to snap the creature up in her jaws she figured she could give it the benefit of a warning.


Wait. Feral's eyes narrowed and she sniffed again. The thing was female, but now that she had gotten a better look at it she realized the creature was a Shae. A chuff rumbled in her chest, wobbling up her throat in a form of draconic laughter as she closed her eyes in mirth. A shae -perfectly harmless creatures really. She'd only come across one before in her life in Haven, so that was why she hadn't recognized it for what it was quickly.


Ah. No doubt with all the noise she'd just made, as well as the constant badgering of the shae to the unlucky Eosphelon, the female Warden would soon wake. Feral gingerly raised one wing to allow the girl some air, but kept her head down between the shae and Dinlya as a protective measure.

 

[Red Thunder]

Hale

"I..."


Hale fell silent, and his gaze dropped to the ground. Hard as he'd had it, he'd been spared the carnage of the sack of their home, and he sometimes forgot it. His eyes still averted, he nodded.


"I'm sorry, Avs. Fear makes people do terrible things."


Finally he looked back at her, sympathy in his eyes. He pushed himself up with his staff, taking careful steps over to her slowly. His hand touched her shoulder, and he smiled sadly.


"We'll figure it out, Avs. We found each other again, didn't we?" The half-elf chuckled half heartedly, but Ava knew with certainly that he was merely faking it, trying to put on a good face for her. A far off look filled his eyes, as did regret. "I'm sorry, Avs, for not being there. For...for not keeping you safe. For allowing you to be so hurt."


Hale bent down on a knee and looked up at her.


"You'll not be alone again. I promise."


@Keitsumah

 

[LadyMatsudai]

Erramun and Dinyla

​

Erramun kept his head diligently up, glancing around before snorting in confusion to Eosphelon tossing snow and dirt onto his back, a sigh escaping his nostrils as small clouds of steam blew through the air, shaking his head in embarrassment to the attempt of the smaller Arcane dragon trying to cover him up with snow. Pushing his snout gently into Eosphelon's side to insist to stop, Erramun glanced back down towards the direction of the sleeping Dinyla. Her face was peaceful, remaining curled into Feral's side to take in the warmth while she clung to the fur blanket.


Golden eyes quickly focused on the small creature chatting away at Eosphelon before a deep protective growl rumbled in his chest, not daring to move out of the fear of waking his Warden but also disturbing the serene landscape in case other non-Wardens were nearby. The three dragons just could not take the risk to expose themselves...not for them and most importantly not for their Wardens. But he quickly stopped when he felt Dinyla squirm a little under his wing and Feral's, chirping deeply before he nuzzled her face when Feral's wing rose. Dinyla's humble and deep sleep was suddenly interrupted, the loud noises making her whimper to Eosphelon being barked at by a voice speaking the common tongue. A whimper escaped her lips to the sudden awakening, pawing at her blind eyes feebly before her efforts to sit up and fell forward, resting on top of Feral's muzzle as her pale face glanced up, looking from side to side. "Who...who are you?" she weakly called, her red hair falling a little in front of her face.