Fantasy The Legends of Aria (IC)

[Emi Nebulas]

"By golly, happy birthday, son!" the king announced, hugging his son, Grant Crimson. "Thank you so much, father," he replied, happily. The king wiped away a happy tear and sighed. "Twenty three already? Why, we need to find a lovely princess for you so you can turn king!"

Prince Grant smiled. "I know whoever you choose will be perfect, father." The king smiled... but his smile vanished when the large, wooden doors were thrown open, revealing a handsome boy.

"Zayn! What are you doing here!? I thought I banished you for good!"

The boy now known as Zayn gave the king a psychotic smile. "Oh, are you not happy to see your son?" he mocked a sad face.

Grant immediately ran in front of the king and unsheathed his sword. "What are you doing here, Zayn?" he spat, looking at him with his cold eyes.

Zayn laughed. "No 'how are you dear brother'?" he wiped a tear an amused tear off his face. His expression darkened. "I'm here to claim my rightful seat."

"'Rightful'? Hah! This throne belongs to Grant!" the king yelled. Zayn grinned and unsheathed his own sword. "We'll see about, shall we?"

Prince Zayn lunged at Grant, and they fought with swords. However, in the end, Zayn stabbed Grant in the heart, with the king, their own father.

"Now... where is that book?"

* * * * * * * * * * * * *






Suddenly, deep within the castle grounds, laid a secret book, hidden in an underground library. That book is on an old shelf that is rotting. The book suddenly started to glow a mysterious silver light, and vanished into thin air. Up above the castle, in the sky, a meteor shower took place. Six meteors hit six different people, granting them the destiny to defeat and eliminate or tame Zayn, the threat.


"O, holy one,

The time has come,

To fulfill your destiny,

And make your ancestors proud.

For I am the almighty, the all powerful,

Who grants this power to you and five others,

Who will gather at the lands of Aria,

And defeat a threat that might or may not destroy all lands."


1.) Emi Nebulas - Evangeline Silver
2.) A L M O S - Orithius Wyrmwood
3.) ZettaiRoren - Yael Milian
4.) animegirl20 - Clara
5.) Dafyddwilliams14 - Ddraig Pendragon
6.) boo.
7.) Sgt Gomez ​

 

[Dafyddwilliams14]

Ddraig Pendragon​

The morning sun coming through the barn doors and hitting Ddraig's face managed to wake him from his slumber. He opened his eyes slowly, trying to piece together where he was. He was lying on a large mound of hay with a rather pretty girl with blonde hair around his age lying next to him, 'Ahh the in-keeps daughter' he thought to himself. He smiled to himself, kissed her on the forehead, and made ready to leave. He dusted the hay from his body, picked up his long coat from a stable and exited the barn.

As he left the barn he found there were three men walking towards him, one holding a blackjack, another holding a dagger and another a club. "You bastard! You slept with my Anna last night, didn't you?! We were to be betrothed, now you have sullied her with your filthy dragons blood!", Ddraig glared at the man "As far as her father told me, Anna was not promised to anyone and wouldn't be for some time. So unless you were planning to force his hand, I don't believe cowards like you are her betrothed, do you?" One of the men shouted at Ddraig and lunged at his with his dagger, Ddraig deftly stepped out of the way and planted a knee to the mans gullet. Another made for him but Ddraig grabbed him by the throat, spun him around and tossed him into a nearby pigs pen. Finally, it was the turn of the man who spoke, he came at Ddraig lashing for his face. He missed of course. He grabbed the mans wrist as he came down for another swing and lit his hand on fire, burning the mans skin "Let this scar be a reminder for you to never claim what does not belong to you". The man dropped to his knees crying out in pain, but Ddraig simply walked away.

As he made his way back to where the others were staying a strange meteor hit him in the temple, knocking him off his feet.

"O, holy one,

The time has come,

To fulfill your destiny,

And make your ancestors proud.

For I am the almighty, the all powerful,

Who grants this power to you and five others,

Who will gather at the lands of Aria,

And defeat a threat that might or may not destroy all lands."
​

Ddraig sat up and stared for a moment and grinned, 'I'd better go get Nina and that oaf. Looks like we're going to Aria'.

Sgt Gomez boo.

 

[Sgt Gomez]

Ninalinette blinked awake in her little room as the sun began to shine through her window. "Why so early?" She mumbles tiredly as she slides from the bed and stretches, her little wings flutter and her tail straightens out as she stretches and yawns. You see she was a half dragon. Her mother was a servant at the pendragon castle and the Lord had fallen in love with her. Her mother served dutifully even as her belly began to grow and slow her down. Before the birth though she was sent away to rest and relax. He promised he would come for her before the birth. Unfortunately for both of them, he had died before the birth and she had passed away during childbirth.

Since their daughter was half dragon, her horns had torn up the inside of her mother causing her to die from blood loss and trauma. Nina had to live everyday with that fact. She also knew the other dragon boy in town, ddraig, Was her half brother who was 3 years older than her.

Nina stands up and begins to head to the kitchen to get some food. Her adoptive parents never let her have any candy. She loved candy more than her boyfriend even! Thinking of her boyfriend made her glance down at her belly. It had just begun to show a bulge. She was currently r months pregnant with her first child.

"O, holy one,

The time has come,

To fulfill your destiny,

And make your ancestors proud.

For I am the almighty, the all powerful,

Who grants this power to you and five others,

Who will gather at the lands of Aria,

And defeat a threat that might or may not destroy all lands."

She glanced up as she heard the voice once she stepped outside. The small ball of energy hit her right on the forehead nearly knocking her backwards. "Owie!" A few tears formed in her eyes.

 

[boo.]

To be fair, Chors hadn’t thought about the repercussions of having a half-dragon girlfriend. He hadn’t even thought too much about how he had basically wooed her with candy and chocolate, but had simply accepted the facts of their relationship. He didn’t really care what other people said about the two of them. It was no secret that people whispered and talked behind their backs, the latest rumor being about some kind of curse that Chors was under. To that, he said, ha! Not a curse, but a spell. Nina captivated him with her very being.

The young man whistled as he trekked further into the woods, his trusty axe resting on his shoulder. His hair bounced as he walked, and the sounds of the wild that surrounded him seemed to put a tune to his life. In a moment of inspiration, Chors began to sing, overcome with the pure joy of life.

Upon the hearth the fire is red,
Beneath the roof there is a bed;
But not yet weary are our feet,
Still round the corner we may meet
A sudden tree or standing stone
That none have seen but we alone.

Tree and flower and leaf and grass,
Let them pass! Let them pass!
Hill and water under sky,
Pass them by! Pass them by!

Chors’s voice was rich and mellifluous, and it carried through the forest like a bell. As he finished his tune, he shifted the axe on his shoulder and found himself in the grove of trees he had been looking for. These oak trees burned long and would be perfect for fires. Unhooking the satchel from around himself, he grasped the axe in two hands and began to chop away at the nearest tree.

When he was finished, Chors had three small logs, which he tied together with the straps in his bag. He slung the harness around his own shoulders and began towing the logs back to the village, panting as the hot sunlight came filtering in between the leaves. He was quick to return to his house, where he deposited the logs at the back, where a stack of similar logs sat from previous expeditions that morning.

Unstrapping himself, he swung the axe into a nearby stump, where it lodged itself. Chors then walked around to the front of the house, but instead of entering, he started walking towards Nina’s house. He hadn’t seen her today, and wanted to say good morning.

Chors was shocked to see Nina in front of her house, looking like she had been knocked backward. “Nina! Are you alright?”

Not waiting for an answer, Chors knelt beside the girl and supported her head with an arm. “What happened? Are you hurt? Do I need to call the doctor?” That was when he noticed a small, glowing spot in the middle of her forehead. It was fading quickly, but a wisp of smoke was floating away from it, as if something had hit her at a great speed.

“Good gods, what happened to you?”

Sgt Gomez ​

 

[Sgt Gomez]

"Owie..." She murmured as she stared up at the blue sky. "I'm ok...just something hit me. I heard a voice...it told me to go to...aria?" She blinks up at her boyfriend and felt her hand grasp his gently and place her other hand on top of her baby bump. She stayed silent for a few more moments before beginning to sit up. "Where's ddraig?" She asks chors. "I hope he's ok," she felt the gold pendant around her neck and sighed in relief.

The truth about their relationship was known only to ninas adoptive family and chors. The pendant had an elegantly and expertly carved ruby laid into the gold on the inside as well as a small painting of ninas mother and father, Lord pendragon. She knew thst made her the illegitimate child of the Lord but she was still ddraigs sister nonetheless.

"Let's pack and head out to find ddraig. I'm sure he would like to come too.." She nods to herself as she stands and walks back into the house to pack. Her typical attire consisted of short shirts and special skirts as to allow her to feel able to move. The shirts cut off just above her stomach while the skirts allow her tail to fit through it. Obviously she packed a bunch of candy too.

boo. Dafyddwilliams14

 

[Dafyddwilliams14]

Ddraig Pendragon​

After what had been an eventful morning, Ddraig tidied himself up, put all of his possessions (Literally all of them) into a sachel, paid the inkeep and set off.

Ddraig soared high above the skies, the cool wind hitting his face and blowing his hair about. His majestic red wings spread behind him, allowing him to glide along the morning skies. He always let a trail of fire flow behind him, he loved showing off and wanted everyone to see he was going overhead. He was excited for the adventure ahead and hoped Nina would agree to come. They had grown up together and had always been close, plus them both having dragons blood helped. Ddraig had always protected her from people who sought to hurt her and would continue to do so. After all, she was like a sister to him.

After finally reaching Nina's house he swooped down, and when he wasn't far above the ground he closed his wings and landed in front of her house with a resounding 'THUD' (Superhero landing!*claps*), his leather boots leaving a dent in the floor in amongst the other dents he had left from his visits. He strolled up to Nina, ignoring Chors as he went "Nina! How are we?!" He puts his hands on her cheeks then her shoulders, then looks down at her bump, "Oh, by the god's you're growing every day! Why I can practically see the child now!". His removes his hands from her shoulders and smiles at her "We must leave for Aria immediately, for some reason I feel I may find answers to my parents murder. We must leave immediately. I cannot leave you here to fend for yourself whilst with child." He notices the bag on her shoulder,"Oh! Well I can see you're already packed! Perfect we may leave now!". Ddraig was excited to be going to a distant land and so was finding it hard to stop talking, after all this journey could answer many questions for the orphaned dragon. He turned on his heel and began walking "Make haste! for we must make good time before midday!".

Sgt Gomez boo.

 

[A L M O S]

♾ O R I T H I U S - W Y R M W O O D ♾
​

The room stilled. None moved as even the thought of a breath would shatter the delicate anticipation among those gathered. Here, within the greatest of the University greenhouses, among those most fragile and dangerous flora to be found around the planet, sat a select group of enthusiasts. Whether they were eccentrics, academics or simply curious - they all shared one certain notion. An appreciation for rarity. A very specific kind of a rarity. Rarity tended to by mortality. Fleeting moments of life, existing but for a moment... before being gripped within the claws of the past - captured in already fading memories. Orithius leaned forward in his chair... "Now!" His voice carried over the quiet, eyes glinting in the faint light breaking first through the silver clouds, then through the tinted glass above him - letting in only enough to sustain the orchid sitting in the centre of the gathering.

As he spoke, everyone drew in a breath, smiles growing as they watched the bloom. Even as the delicate leaves extended they started to decay - and in their dying, casting off a delicate bioluminescent glow. It was barely a few seconds before the entire flower was little more than a limp corpse. The room remained quiet for a few moments longer, before they all started applauding. Orithius jumped up from his chair, his eyes glinting and his smile radiant. "Bravo!" He turned towards an elderly man next to him. "Truly... exquisite my friend." He leant in and kissed the man on the cheek. "Your ancestors would be so proud!" The elderly man, barely alive save by powerful necrotic magic, smiled at Orithius before sighing - his eyes closing and his body going still. "Have a good rest my friend."

The room became quiet, applause and congratulations giving way to reverence, everyone paying their respects before they started leaving the large, glass structure. As the maids came in to take care of the body Oriithius nodded towards them, familiarity allowing him a small smile as they placed the ancient corpse on a stretcher, before starting to leave himself. The old man's family had been tending to that seedling for the last three hundred years - the only tamed example and only one of a suspected thirty remaining of the species. Fickle things that they are, the orchids do not normally bloom in captivity - and it had taken three centuries, years of love and attention to experience less than a second of perfection. To everyone present today, it was utterly worth it. Finally, outside, Orithius could not resist extending his arms and twirling around in the now empty garden, smiling as the clouds opened and rain started falling.

As he twirled around in the rain, laughing loudly towards the clouds he felt something hitting his temple - his eyes flaring open as magic surged through him. Every aspect of what he was capable of feeling elevated. The adrenaline from the evening's events mixed with the surge of power almost had him falling to the ground, gripping a tree next to him. Necrotic magic surged outwards and the tree started to decay at his touch. His kept his hand there for a few more seconds, smiling at the tree dying. Curious. As he considered his power, his eyes narrowed. Power came at a price. Always. Even as the thoughts crossed his mind, he heard the voice - telling him what was expected of him. After a few seconds of consideration, he nodded - if only to himself. The current political climate was not going to fit his long-term goals anyway. And payment for an inevitable action served him just as well. He heard footsteps behind him, as a beautiful young woman walked up to him, her form clothed in dark silks - her face pale. She looked him over. "Happiness suits you. Are you leaving?"

He nodded, walking over and kissing her cheek. "Your grandfather has passed. I have work." He turned around and made to step away when she kept him close with a hand on his shoulder. "The family thanks you. I will miss you. Return to us. If you need money I am sure we can find a cousin of mine to marry you too. At least one must be good at chess." She smirked, as he chuckled. He reached out and wiped a few droplets of rain off her cheek. "I will see you soon." He turned around once more - walking away as she stayed behind, the rain becoming stronger with every step.

Less than an hour later he was on a dark horse, galloping through the dark landscapes of his home country - heading south towards the border. He needed to find his allies.

(Just an opening post - he will meet up with you lot by the next one)

 

[Emi Nebulas]

​

Evangeline Silver looked at the girl touching her ears. "You're such an animal! Oh gosh, you even have a tail!" Eva grit her teeth. "Step away or you'll die a horrible death." The girl just laughed. "'Horrible death'? You've got some nerve, Fox." Eva slapped the girl's hands away, and pushed her away.

"I'll give you head start," she hissed, looking at the girl. "Run, before I beat you to a pulp." Eva grinned and covered her eyes as well. "I'll even cover my eyes... one." she started. The girl looked up at the starry sky, and gasped, slowly backing away. The girl had noticed a meteor coming her way. The girl then ran away. "Two... Three... Four... Fi--"

Eva felt something hit her. It didn't hurt, but it felt like a bunch of needles getting shoved into her skin.

She gasped, feeling a wave of magic and courage wash over her. It felt like water getting poured all over her on the outside and the inside, and running down everywhere. She quickly opened her eyes, tripping on the ground.
​

"O, holy one,

The time has come,

To fulfill your destiny,

And make your ancestors proud.

For I am the almighty, the all powerful,

Who grants this power to you and five others,

Who will gather at the lands of Aria,

And defeat a threat that might or may not destroy all lands."
​

Whoever or whatever said that whispered, ringing in her ears. "What was that?" she muttered, slowly getting up, dusting off her clothes. She looked at the sky, where five other meteors disappeared. What... was that? That feeling.. that sensation of magic in my veins.. that confidence.. what was that?

Whatever that was told her to go to Aria and defeat a threat. Why does it concern me? she wondered. If the threat is somewhere other than where I'm from, why the hell do I have to defeat a threat? she internally groaned. But, then again, it may destroy all lands, including mine.

She took a deep breath. Suddenly... she looked over at the forest near the field. Why am I tempted to go...?

She pursed her lips, and decided to ignore whatever that was. It was probably some rude joke. And if it wasn't five others would take care of it.​

 

[animegirl20]

Clara was sitting down by a pond that was next to her small house. She didn’t know what to think about what happen yesterday. She sat there as she remembered the words.

"O, holy one,

The time has come,

To fulfill your destiny,

And make your ancestors proud.

For I am the almighty, the all powerful,

Who grants this power to you and five others,

Who will gather at the lands of Aria,

And defeat a threat that might or may not destroy all lands."​

It was very strange. “Aria huh?....Of this crazy how am I suppose to get to Aria I don’t know where that is! Besides I’ve never left home before. It’s dangerous for someone like me.” She sighed and looked up into the clear blue sky. “Well I’ll go but only if these other people find me.”

 

[boo.]

"I... Okay, but don't you want to talk about this?" Chors's plea fell on deaf ears as Nina entered the house, leaving him outside. What was any of that supposed to mean? Wasn't Aria, like... really far away? And what was this voice she heard? Chors had heard nothing, but maybe it had spoken before he got there.

"Ah... Yeah, Ddraig. Of course he has to tag along." Chors muttered to himself as he studied the ground, kicking aside a few stray pebbles. It wasn't that he didn't like his girlfriend's step-brother. He just... didn't like him. He was stuck-up, always got his own way, and had probably never done a hard-day's work in his life. That was something Chors couldn't stand, and it would be even worse when he was a brother-in-law if he ever got around to marrying Nina.

Chors was startled from his thoughts as Ddraig made a sudden arrival, scowling behind his back as the half-dragon entered the house to greet his sister. He too was spitting something about going to Aria, but Chors was going to have none of that. They couldn't just leave like this, without a plan. They were going off to follow a delusion. A delusion that happened to be the same for both of them.

Shaking his head, Chors leaned against the doorframe, his arms crossed over his chest. "Listen - I don't really know what you're going on about, Ddraig, but if you haven't noticed, Nina's kind of pregnant. Walking all day isn't the most efficient way of travel. If you just stop and think for a minute, I'll saddle up some horses. I'm sure Da won't mind."

Chors couldn't believe he was actually going along with this, but once Nina made up her mind, she wouldn't change it for anything. He knew from experience that it was better to just work with what he had.

Dafyddwilliams14 Sgt Gomez ​

 

[Dafyddwilliams14]

Ddraig pendragon​

Ddraig turned to see Chors standing behind him, "Oh Chors..." he said with a lack of excitement, "How good to see you", it wasn't. He didn't dislike Chors... Wait that was a lie, he did dislike Chors. All he'd ever seen the man do was chop wood, how in the world was he going to protect Nina? If he wasn't such a bore Ddraig might have been able to get along with the man, he just didn't see what Nina did! He stared blankly as Chors spoke, "Oh no need to bother your Father, I can simply fly me and Nina over to Aria and be back by next week!", A rather smug smile ran across Ddraigs face "If we are attacked but a rather rabid group of Yew trees, I'll send a raven", Ddraig patted Chors on the back as he exited the house. "As for why we're going to Aria, I believe I may find answers to my parents murders".

Ddraig stood in the yard and looked up at the sky, "Fine. If you MUST come along then so be it. I wouldn't want Nina being upset because she longs for you". He turned to face the man, "But, we must leave at once. Gather your horses. I shall fly to a neighbouring town to collect supplies and coin for this now laborious journey. I shall meet you along the path". Ddraig smiled at Nina "I shall return soon". With that Ddraig opened up his wings and flapped them, sending up a large gust of wind and setting off into the sky.

boo. Sgt Gomez

 

[Sgt Gomez]

Nina blushes as ddraig appears and compliments her on her growing belly. "Y-you heard it too!?!" She exclaims and looks between him and chors "they need help!" She puffs her cheeks out and stomps her foot while her small wings flutter. She was just too adorable to deny. "Chors...i know you don't believe him but you don't think I would lie would you?" She pouts cutely and grabs his hands with her own. Her sharp taloned fingers touch his hands as she leans and gently presses her forehead against his being careful not to stab him with her horns. "Please let us go to your house and talk to your father about horses. Let me say goodbye to my parents though," nina kisses him slowly before backing away and leaving to say goodbye to her parents. She soon came back and steps outside onto the porch.

 

[A L M O S]

♾ O R I T H I U S - W Y R M W O O D ♾

The horse beneath him no longer seemed to resemble the valiant stallion it had before. Now the thing was wreathed in black smoke, necrotic energy having brought the beast back from where it had died of exhaustion a few hundred leagues ago. No longer a mindless beast of burden, the nightmare rushed forwards through the rain - tirelessly, and with purpose. On it's back sat Orithius, his long black hair and black cloak cutting through the wind, his face stern - his demeanour severe. He had been riding for hours now - without stopping. His body would have been aching and complaining were he still entirely human - but he was beyond exhaustion. He was beyond sleep. And he would reach his target before long.

While his mount knew where to go, Wyrmwood had the luxury of considering his plans. He was not yet sure what exactly he had to work with, considering his group - but whatever they might be - they would surely not be enough to take back the crown. Even if a large portion of the world did not agree with the current king - they would defend him on principle. Luckily that meant that there were those who would fight him for the same reasons. They would need to get some allies. Resources. Information. They also needed to establish whether their mission was expected or whether they had the element of surprise - and that brought up whether they actually had to kill the king, or simply remove him from the throne - which brought up the question as to whether they are right to remove him at all... So many little variables, so little time. Wyrmwood frowned, his face becoming even sterner as he looked towards the horizon. First thing's first, however... find out what resources they had. Which meant meeting up with his supposed peers.

After another few hours of riding, he had caught up with the sun and made it to some nondescript town. While he could not sense anything of value in the town itself, he felt like he should stay there. He took his horse towards the stables of a local inn and paid the local handler handsomely to not ask too many questions. He then entered the establishment, deciding to get a drink before trying to figure out why he felt like he should stay here.


Dafyddwilliams14 - I put him in town. Just so that we can get the meet and greet over. I don't want to write a few where I am just travelling south. Anyway, he is in the neighbouring town. There is a creepy looking horse in the stables near the inn he is having a few drinks in.

 

[ZettaiRoren]

"Look upon the ashes of trillions and billions of dead souls and ask them if pride matters"
​

Pride is a virtue that all kings and queens must have. Pride for their country, pride for their people, pride for their kingdom, but most importantly, pride of one's self. This was the case of one King Tirsyn Milian, the ruler of the kingdom of Milian -- which was named for after his great-great-great-grandfather, Milian the Bold -- and current holder of the throne. Some say that the king was just and fair: he scorned petty thievery as much as rich nobleman doing the same and pardoned the diabolical sinners as well as the innocent. One citizen of the kingdom did not think as such, and when spoken about, the inevitable confusion sets in.

"The king's own daughter?"

Yael Milian, the king's only daughter and only child, was the first of her line to not covet the Milian throne. Though born into a lavish and caring lifestyle, Yael quickly began to detest her father and his way of ruling. What the kingdom saw as just and fair, she saw as corrupt and belligerent. She was raised as a princess, to be courteous, well-mannered, and soft-spoken, much like her mother, Rhea. Yet doubt festered in the young girl's mind, from the day she started study of the history of their land to the War of the 15th Shire. Yael was skeptical of her father's achievements, of his ways, of how he was dismissive of Yael's comments so quickly. His cold negligence of his daughter's inquisitive nature only made the princess mad.

She needed a way to escape Milian, both the kingdom and the lineage. So, for the better part of her years, she spent it in the castle archives and libraries, reading ancient scrolls and documents of the other part of the world. She read of mighty adventurers, wise sorcerers, cunning rogues, and even tales of dragons. Yael yearned for this, she needed an escape as quickly as possible. She had enough of her princess moniker. What everyone saw as a blessing, she viewed as a terrible curse. But, like any curse, it could be dispelled. The issue was figuring out how. Surely people of other kingdoms have heard of her, regardless of her stature? Nevertheless, she kept reading, kept studying, kept trying.

Child, you look like you're on the verge of collapse. I suggest getting some rest. a wise, older voice echoed. Yael turns and looks at an ornate staff placed beside her. It hummed with arcane energy and, unbeknownst to many, was the final resting place of Archmage Unmaeldas, the court wizard during Milian the Bold's reign. Before his eventual death, he sealed the larger part of his soul into the Greatstaff of Al'tiek, a legendary weapon wielded by him. Thus, he was passed from heir to heir, sorcerer to sorcerer, and king to queen. Tirsyn gave Yael the staff after being rejected by it, the first time in nearly half a millennia, thinking it was some "hokey-dokey magical bull". Unmaeldas sensed Yael's desires to leave and, after being within Tirsyn's grasp for some time, was inclined to assist her. He was sworn to protect the Milian name, but now, was sworn to protect Yael.

"I'm close to discovering how this teleportation spell works. Just give me a minute longer." Yael's soft, yet urged voice spoke.

You need not kill yourself over learning such advanced magics, Yael. If you fail this time, your dream of being a Milian no longer will... be no longer. I insist you take your leave of this study.

"Once more, Unmaeldas. I ask for once more and then I shall retire." Yael begged. Defeated, the staff sighed.

Fine... do not blame me in the afterlife when you have exhausted your lifeforce. he spat.

Yael picks the staff up, letting the bottom of hit the floor with a thunk. An outer rune started forming with various glyphs being strewn through the sides as an inner rune began circling Yael. Magic poured from the staff, like wine from a full goblet, and gave life to the runes. They sparked and hissed with arcane power, beginning to ellipse about Yael's body. A larger glyph appeared below Yael and glowed incredibly bright as she was lifted off her feet. Through Yael's eyes, she saw flashes of various lands going by. Desert, savanna, tundra, plains, marsh, greenland, and finally, settled on a large city. She did not recognize this city, but knew it was nowhere near Milian.

"Chrom'theras tiela Vi!" she chanted, and shortly after, the runes, glyphs, and herself disappeared.

Elsewhere, villagers were panicked to see a sudden anomaly appear. A large bubble, one that seemed to simultaneously exist and not, fluctuated and crackled with intense energy. One short moment later, it dissipated, revealing someone. A woman of average height and dazzling silver hair stepped from what seemed like nowhere, her green eyes surveying the land before her. The robes she wore resembled that of a scholar's: intricately woven silk and a small cape at the shoulders, which furrowed into a hood. In her hand was Al'tiek, a large, wooden staff with the bearings of another kingdom, not native to this land. Carved on top was a majestic raven, a symbol of wisdom and, to some, an omen of bad fortune. She looks at the nearby citizens, equally confused as they, but less panicked and more concerned.

"Forgive my sudden intrusion... but where exactly am I?" Yael asks, scratching her hair.

"W...wha...? You're... a human? Not some monster?" a scared villager asked, but was quickly ignored by trhe sound of something whooshing behind her. "LOOK OUT!" he screamed.

"Huh?" she hums, turning around and spotting a meteor, heading straight for her. Quickly, she erects a barrier and guards herself from the oncoming space rock. It collides with the barrier, but bounces off like rubber and lands just shy of her feet.

Four seconds in this new land and you're already being targeted by a wizard. I have to say, I'm impressed. Unmaeldas snarked. But, unbeknownst to both of them, the meteor hummed gently as a message was played for Yael, only heard by her.

"O, holy one,

The time has come,

To fulfill your destiny,

And make your ancestors proud.

For I am the almighty, the all powerful,

Who grants this power to you and five others,

Who will gather at the lands of Aria,

And defeat a threat that might or may not destroy all lands."
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"Aria...? We're in... Aria?" Yael questioned the meteor. But it was no good: the meteor did not speak again. The latter comment confused her: A threat that might destroy all lands? Perhaps her arrival here was not by choice, but fate. Perhaps she was meant to be here all along and everything was going according to plan. Deciding not to delve deeper into introspective comments, Yael looks into the horizon and sees the bare tip of an inn and its smokestack fuming. With no further questions, she walked away from the site and trekked towards the inn, to finally start her life anew.

 

[boo.]

"I just... How can you stand that guy? He's infuriating! No brother should ever be like that." Chors found himself complaining as Ddraig flew off. He let out a sigh as Nina's forehead rested against his own, and he brought a hand up to caress her cheek. Why couldn't things just stay simple, like this? Nina's kiss still sent blushes running up his cheeks, no matter how many times they had done it.

"I mean..." Chors trailed off as Nina left once more, saying she wanted to tell her parents farewell. He waited on the porch until she came back out, then gently took her clawed hand. "Actually, I'd rather not ask my Da. I think it'd be better if we just took the horses."

Chors walked down the street until they can to the slightly more forested side of town, where his house stood. Walking into the barn, he took the bridles and saddles off their hooks. It didn't take long until he had suited up two of the horses his parents owned, which was a creamy white mare and a dappled gray stallion. He led then out into the yard, where he gestured to them.

"Take your pick, m'lady." He made a playful bow towards Nina. "I have a feeling Ddraig won't want to ride one. Even if he did, they probably wouldn't let him. Now, if I may suggest, Cashmere here might be the horse for you." He brushed his hand along the white mare's side. "She's really sweet. Badger, on the other hand, is a bit more trouble than what he's worth." He pointed a thumb toward the gray horse, who whinnied in reply.

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[Sgt Gomez]

"Why wouldn't you want to ask your da?" She asks confused not sure why he would just leave without any notice. As he began to talk about horses, she glances as the white mare before gently touching her side. Nina knew her clawed hand may have felt odd to the horse, but it seemed to be more accepting than most other creatures. "I will ride this one. We must get going soon or my brother will get himself in trouble," she giggles and climbs up on the horse's back with some help from Chors. "Did you want to get some things packed before we left at least?" She asks making sure her own bag was secured on the horse. In most towns, she had to wear robes to hide her dragon parts since most townsfolk did not seeing such "foul and disgusting creatures," they would say.

 

[Dafyddwilliams14]

Ddraig Pendragon ​

Ddraig was halfway to the nearest town when it hit him. Why was he going to another town when the inn at his was just fine? He did a complete 180 degree turn and returned back to his town, the trail of fire still following him.

As he reached his inn he repeated the process from when he landed at Nina’s. The inn was yet another place with a few dents around the front.

Ddraig entered the shabby but homely looking in and walked over to The inkeep whom he knew rather well and began swapping stories, including the one from earlier that day, the inkeep roared with laughter as Ddraig told him of the man being tossed into the pigs pen.

After enough time had passed and Ddraig had enough provisions for himself, Nina and Chors, he made to leave. Before he walked out, a shiver went up his spine, like someone had just walked over his grave. Ddraig turned around and his eyes were drawn to a grim looking man with pale skin and black hair sat at a table seemingly in contemplation. Ddraig ordered a tankard of mead and walked over to the table standing in front of the man. Mead in hand and sack over his shoulder Ddraig spoke “Sorry to disturb your thoughts my friend. Normally, I would not bother you but I’m intrigued. What brings a man like you to an Inn like this?”

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[A L M O S]

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The room was quiet - the drinks were terrible and Orithius was utter and completely despondent. It did not show on his face, but he had been sitting in this bar for the better part of an hour, trying to figure out what the hell the universe wanted from him. He had not been able to come to anything concrete. Instead, he was left sipping on what tasted like watered down swill, trying to keep the local patrons away with his aura alone. Then he sensed someone sitting down in front of him. He returned to the room from where he had been staring into the nether, spotting the colourful sight that was Ddraig. He frowned slightly. There was... something about him. An aura. A familiarity that Orithius could not place. "I come from the Shadowed North, seeking a group of four others with whom I am to undertake a great enterprise." His coal dark eyes burned into the face of the other, seeking any and all information - whether given willingly or no. The dragon carried himself with an air of confidence and casual charm. He also was capable. His form gave away a hidden strength, one which Orithius did not wish to ire. Best to be straightforward - if only to keep the other idle.​

He looked the resources the other had just bought over and frowned. "Are you planning on undertaking a journey of your own?" Suddenly his inky black eyes seemed to glint, and a slow smirk started to grow across his face as he considered the situation. Perhaps his intuitions were not that far off. That feeling of familiarity. A clear warrior getting ready to set off on a mission. If he was one of the four... then perhaps they had a bit of hope. A half-dragon would be a valuable asset. Orithius sat forwards slightly, from where he had been lounging slightly, placing his elbow on the table, resting his chin on his palm. His black eyes never leaving those of Ddraig. "The world has become dangerous of late. Death lurking behind every corner. Whatever draws you... it must be important, no?" He continued to smirk as he took a sip of his drink - frowning at the quality, before moving his hair from his face and leaning his chin on his upturned palm once more.

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[Dafyddwilliams14]

Ddraig Pendragon​

Ddraig listened as the man spoke. His eyes pierced into Ddraigs souls and his hairs stood on end with every word that came from his mouth. The man gave off a dark aura, one of death. He was not the sort of man to be trifled with if you wished to prolong your life. Yet, Ddraig remained strangely unfazed.

“Ahh, the land of the necromancers. Fear not, Dragons are not the respected beings they once were. You shall face no judgment from me for your misunderstood craft” Ddraig waved his hand at his second comment, hoping to reassure the man he did not have ill intentions. “I am Ddraig Pendragon, the Welsh dragon incarnate, Son of Lord Pendragon and heir to the Pendragon estates.” “This land used to belong to us, we ruled it well and the people prospered. Yet, my parents were stuck down. My father in front of my own eyes and I was raised by kind farmers who once served my parents” Ddraigs usually positive attitude turned grim “I am in search of their murderers, whomever may they be. The search, I believe, is sending me South to Aria. I am to find several other companions and defeat an unknown threat. My dearest friend Nina has also received a similar message and so is accompanying me”.

Ddraigs attitude reverted back to normal . He noticed that he had finished his tankard before the man, who clearly held a distaste for what he was drinking. He signalled the inkeep to bring over two more tankards of mead, “Do not drink that Pigs-swill while we converse my friend”. The inkeep brought over the tankards, “The finest mead in the land, reserved only for those of the Pendragon name and made from a specific type of honey local to what was once our estates. If it is to your distaste, do not fret. It is an acquired taste”.

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[boo.]

"Eh... I've just got a feeling he wouldn't like us running off with two of his horses. We're already on shaky terms because of... well, y'know." He gestured pointedly to Nina's stomach before clearing his throat. "Right. I'll be back in a moment, Nina." Walking around to the back of the house, he opened one of the low windows there and climbed through, not wanting to encounter any of his family. Inside was his room, and from beneath his small bed he pulled out a scabbard. He pulled out the sword inside it slightly, gazing at his reflection in the polished blade. No one knew it, but he had traded a better part of the year's wages for this beauty, and he had been waiting for a prime opportunity to use it. But would it be enough?

On a whim, Chors stuck his head into the hallway and, seeing that the coast was clear, snuck into his father's room, where he unhooked the longbow that was hanging on the wall. Grabbing the quiver full of arrows that was slung over the back of a chair, he made his way back to his room and out the window. Out of the corner of his eyes, he could see his axe, still stuck in the stump where he left it. Was Ddraig right? Maybe it was better for him to stay here and did the only thing he knew how to: Chop wood.

No. Chors wouldn't let himself listen to that drake.

Slinging the longbow around his chest so that it hooked on a shoulder, Chors made his way back to Nina and quickly mounted Badger. "Time to go. Who wants to bet Ddraig forgot what he went to town for?" Spurring his horse into action, he rode beside Nina as they traveled down the road at a trotting pace.

It wasn't long until they found their way to the inn. Murmuring a soft "woah," Chors dismounted Badger and looked at the porch of the inn. Yes, Ddraig was here. There was a fresh dent in the wood.

"Wanna grab some breakfast?" Chors called back to Nina. "Candy is nice, but not very filling."

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[Sgt Gomez]

Nina pouted as chors told her candy wasn't a good substitute for actual breakfast. She slid off of the horse with some help and nuzzles chors gently while giggling "share your warmth with me!" She exclaims joyfully and kisses his cheek. They both knew she was warm enough, she just wanted love. Her stomach growls causing her to blush.

The two make their way into the inn and spot ddraig in the corner with a scary looking Man. Nina eeps at the man's aura and quickly hides behind chors. She wasn't the most brave girl.

 

[A L M O S]

♾ O R I T H I U S - W Y R M W O O D ♾

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The tankards were placed down in front of them, and his eyes followed the hands of the dragon as he picked up and savoured the drink. Personally, he had never enjoyed the taste of honey, save when mixed with spices and glazing pork. He reached out, discarding the glass he had been tending to before - his long, boney, white fingers grasping the new tankard by the rim, and raising it to his mouth as though it were a claw. Holding it near his nose he took a deep breath, having the flavour coat his senses. "Better." His eyes returned to Ddraig, as he took a sip. He held the sip on his tongue for a while, moving it about his palate as he placed the tankard down and leaned back in his seat. Various local fruits fermented with the local honey gave it a strong, earthy taste - which, while not something he might have enjoyed normally, was not utterly unpleasant. He made a show of it, as he gulped down.

So... the boy was almost surely part of the group he was to meet. And the fact that he already knew another was fortuitous. "So, I am sitting in the presence of royalty. You do seem to carry at least some aspect of regality about yourself. It is not so unbelievable so as to be discarded." He did not want to speak of his task directly, for... whatever his motivations might have been, they were and would be considered treasonous in the kindest sense of the word. Perhaps it would be best to get the other to breach the subject of their hunt first. "Any idea as to whom you are hunting? I feel our goals might intertwine... and I would be foolish to disregard a worthy ally such as yourself." He smirked as he took another sip. His eyes peered into that of the other, trying to read as much into whatever he said as possible... when suddenly it seemed they had guests. His eyes flew towards the rest, before going back to Ddraig and raising a single brow in question. "Yours?"

[It seems like I was kicked from the chat. I am all alone. There is no one here beside me. Oh well...]

 

[Sgt Gomez]

(Yeah the whole chat is gone for me)

 

[boo.]

Before they entered the inn, Chors handed the reins of his horses to a stable boy, but not before his eyes caught sight of a strange horse in one of the cells. Inky black smoke trailed from its mane and hooves, and it seemed to look back at him with dead eyes. Puzzled, Chors followed Nina inside, where he soon saw Ddraig talking to someone odd. He was a tall man with long, dark hair, and he certainly looked out of place. Did the two know each other? The stranger looked over at Nina and Chors and muttered a few words, presumably about them.

Shaking his head, Chors pulled out a chair at the nearest table and motioned for Nina to sit. "I'll go get something. Stay here, though. I don't think that man Ddraig's talking to is good news." Keeping the man in the corner of his eye, he went to the bartender and ordered two plates of food. After a few moments, he returned to the table, two steaming plates of biscuits and gravy in his hands.

"Literally the only edible thing they have," Chors scoffed, but he dug in hungrily. He hadn't eaten anything all morning. "Say, you dont think that guy is actually gonna come with us, right? Like, Pen's not that stupid.

"Right?"

Sgt Gomez​

 

[Sgt Gomez]

Nina shrugs as she stares down at the table trying to ignore the horrible aura the man gave off. It was terrible and it made Nina almost want to throw up. That might just be the morning sickness but this feeling was worse than normal. She gulps as she looks at the plates of food chors placed on the table she was wanting to eat, but didn't want it to come back up and make him worry about her.

She wiggle her small wings and short tail a bit out of nervousness. "I'm not feeling well," she mumbles and she puts her hands on her stomach.

boo.