Fantasy World of Taran: Dragon Riders

[Blitzer]

The world of Taran draw to the opening of another era of war. After the Thousand Year War was ended by the Hundred Year Treaty, the hundred year pact is drawing to an end. Finally, dragons will take to the air once again, and blood will be split. Join the country of Argan, as they fight to return to dominate the world or crumble into the fading memory of man. 

 

[Tonstad39]

(Can I start, if not where do I plaster my character)

 

[Blitzer]

Oh sorry. Its in the first post now. 


@Tonstad39

 

[Tonstad39]

Richu walks toward the dragon pen carrying a Lamb corpse to feed his dragon.

 

[Blitzer]

General Soran was dressing rather slowly. His servant next to him looked tired of holding his dress cloak. Good, that servant was particularly weak, however punctual and useful he was. Something of an under butler maybe. Hmm, it was seven already. He was late for his war party, not that he cared in the slightest. The Argan had long been late for their parties flaunting the fact he could only host war related parties. Now it was his turn to flaunt his wealth and power. He checked his appearance in the mirror and smiled. Ah this was going to be magnificent. Now that he finally could expand the Kingdom once again to a feared Empire. He finally took his golden and green cloak from the servant and attached it to his shoulders. 


He strode out his room toward the ball room. It was almost time for war. 

 

[Tonstad39]

Richu walked into the pen, the wind had kicked up and he could be called into action at any minute. The inside of the pen was a chorus of growls and groans, the floors were wooden, but creaked a lot with each step. It was arranged like an airplane hangar with a large exit in the back and a large space in between lots of dragon pens. 


He finnally found Gradina's pen and climbed a wooden set of steps to get to her. He threw the lamb into Gradina's pen and after she growled at her trainer, she savagely feasted on the dead lamb.

 

[Aridis]

Should she be at the party? Probably. Did she want  to? Nope. 


Kiara had already gone through her mental list twenty times. She had everything packed and ready to go. She had cleaned her weapons and re-packed the needed supplies several times, just to make sure that she had everything. Avrae's saddle and scales had been cleaned a ridiculous amount (he only let her do the cleaning bit because of her boredom), and he had a couple of animal carcasses to feast on. There was literally nothing to do beyond stall needlessly. And there was only so much one could do to stall before boredom set in. And once she got bored enough, she would reach the point of actually wanting to attend the party, just for a change of scenery. 


Currently, she was seated beside Avrae as he ate; leaning against his torso while mindlessly braiding a lock of hair. 


"Don't you have somewhere you need to be?" 
 


"Nope." 


"Oh really?" 


Shrugging, Kiara tied a knot at the end of her finished braid, and picked a few more strands of hair to repeat the process with. "I don't need to be there. It's just... Recommended? Not required, just suggested." 


Avrae growled softly and stopped eating dead bodies for a moment. He craned his neck so that he could reach the girl with his muzzle, and proceeded to push her over. It was meant to be a soft nudge, but he wasn't all to careful about it. In the process, the dragon managed to get a bit of lamb blood on his mistress, but neither of them cared much. "Go. You're not doing anything useful by staying here." 


"...I thought you were supposed to be on my side with these things." Sighing softly, Kiara climbed to her feet. She wiped away the blood with her sleeve, as much as she could, anyway, and rolled her eyes. "Fine, fine. I'm going. I'll see you once I'm free of my prison sentence." 


(OOC: @Blitzer Sorry about that, and sorry it took so long. Work sucks. Is this better?) 

 

[Blitzer]

OOC: Its night at this time. The night before the army begins moving. You can either be at the party or preparing to leave. Remember feel free to rp as your dragon since they are sentient however can only speak telepathetically.  @Aridis

 

[Aella]

Is this rp still open? 

 

[Blitzer]

OOC: Yes it is. @Aella The signup place is in the in the first post. 

 

[Cadenach]

Along the upper balcony of the great hall where the General's party was being held, a blond-haired man in a military styled business suit leaned over the railing, watching as more guests began to filter in and the musicians set up their wood & cat gut-string instruments. Konstantine looked towards the large and almost gaudily gilt grand clock in its place on the southern wall above the manor entrance to the ballroom facing the stairs. 18:27, three minutes. Moving away from the balcony, he walked out towards the veranda, setting an empty champagne glass on a nearby table and making his way outside. Some of the wine they would be serving tonight probably came from his family's estate. He made a mental note to see about acquiring a bottle of the 347 Black Soot Reserve if they had any in the cellar; after tonight's business was done of course.
 


Meanwhile, at 3000 feet AGL and 25 miles away, Vasilyan scanned the ground beneath him. It couldn't be much longer now...there! Off in the distance near the treeline, a small flash. He nudged Kit with his knee. They began a spiraling descent as Vasya pinpointed their location. When they touched down about 60 meters from the forest' edge, Vasya dismounted and did a check of Kit and the tack. After a quick once over (he had double and triple checked before takeoff anyways, and this really wasn't the time for a thorough scrub-down), he nodded and looked toward the forest to wait for the next signal. About 20 seconds later he saw the double flash followed by three slow blinks. Right, time to see if his man had delivered on his promises. Vasya held his rifle at a ready position in front of him after patting his leg to make sure his triple-edged drake-knife was ready should he need to draw it, and walked towards the woods. Shooting a look back at Kit as if to say, "If there's trouble, torch the whole forest, would ya?" to which she responded with an exaggerated roll of her head as if to say, "Of course. Why do you even ask?" Vasya chuckled grimly to himself and focused on the dark shadows in front of him.

 

[Blitzer]

Azemi Targan stood at the back of the main hall near the entrance. He stood between the pillars, blending into the darkness in that are with a little help of illusion magic  and his black Dragoneer clothing. He didn't feel like socializing with his peers who hate him and with their family who by association hated him. The pains of being a genius. He didn't sigh. It wasn't a problem. His reputation made it easier to do his job in the shadows while the rest of the kingdom hated and feared him. He took a second to look at his watch. Hmm, 7:03 PM, his dad was late. His sharp eyes scanned the crowd and found his younger brother socializing apologizing for his father's tardiness. He could clear hear his brother when he focused his mana's enhanced ears on that general area. Tesin Targan was the opposite of him, seeking a traditional role in the army's leader, currently a captain in the Gold Dragoneers, second -in-command of the Targan General Unit. He had a lot more climbing to do, and he was content to go at a slower rate than Azemi had. Tesin wasn't even quite an expert yet at his age of 25 years. Enough focus on his brother. 


The operation was to commence that night at 22:00. The Black Dragoneers would be heading out ahead of time for his specialized mission. His father had waved him away when he had thought to explain what he wanted to do and told him that he trusted Azemi's judgement not to do anything reckless. Only the officers even knew that they would be moving out that night, and they were in the dark about the specific mission. He'd be taking all of the Black Dragoneer units apart from some scouts for his father and the scattered Stealth Dragoneer unit. He checked his elaborate black watch again and sighed. This was going to be a long party. 


Acusa spoke into his mind saying. "Stop being so stressed! I can't wait to finally get into a battle!" 


"I told you; you aren't going to fight. You are too small and no battle skills. Got it?" 


Acusa growled into his mind and started pouting. 

 

[Tonstad39]

Richu stepped into Gradin's pen and cleaned up the draconian droppings by dispelling the poop to the underworld  while Richu chanted "Kégarlan polsham çerai bolntar" and just like that, the droppings faded away from view after making a black aura and just like that there were no more droppings in Gradin's pen. He climbed up the ladder onto the stairs that go into the pen, he pulled himself up onto the stairs and walked down them. Once off of the stairs he walked through the dragon stables exiting onto the outside world in the door that he came in and walked towards the dragoneers HQ, he had no idea how late he was, but all he needed to know was getting there soon enough to get to the plan. After a good three minutes of walking, he finally made it into the building, it was bustling and brimming with activity as people everywhere were socializing.

 

[Blitzer]

OOC: @Aridis Yup that's better. 

 

[Aridis]

Admittedly, she stalled a while longer. Avrae had helped her out with that a bit by covering a portion of her in blood. Although, Kiara's unrest made the stalling period a little shorter than it needed to be. She managed to pick out an outfit that was suitable for a party (somehow), and tied her hair up so that it wasn't in her face. Even while taking as much time as she could, she didn't do a lot of things that she could've; mainly because they were kind of useless. It was a war party, after all. Not some fancy ball set up for everyone to run around and find their alleged soul mates. Out of habit, Kiara slipped a dagger into her boot. Just in case. 


With the large amount of people in the ballroom, it wasn't difficult to slip in without drawing attention. Everyone was too busy talking to someone else, or just wasn't all that attentive of their surroundings in general. Except, the moment that she arrived, Kiara was immediately reminded why she didn't like these social gatherings. Even while dressed just as everyone else, and doing nothing to draw attention, she still felt extremely out of place. She'd honestly rather be out riding Avrae than stuck in a situation where she couldn't take three steps without bumping into someone. 

 

[Blitzer]

General quickly walked up the stairs behind the main balcony. Before he reached the balcony he checked his watch. 7:15 PM. Oh well, he wasn't late enough. He tsked to himself. He wasn't a politician and didn't quite need dramatic late entrances. He strode out onto the balcony, his gold cloak fluttering behind him with a gust of wind. He cleared his throat, and people began to notice him. He signaled for the drums to begin to beat and waited for thirty seconds before signaling for them to stop.


"Ladies and Gentlemen of distinguished family. I come before you to usher in a new era! A return to the ancient empire of old! We have long rotted in this forsaken corner of the earth fighting for our very existence, when once we had the humans, elves, dwarves, orcs, and lastly the dragons in our grasp. Then came the betrayal of our empire which rose up against us. Now we go to take back what is ours! The empire! Tomorrow the border magic falls, and our army sets out! Drink, eat, rejoice! For tomorrow we begin our conquest of the world!" 

 

[Tonstad39]

Richu was near the ballroom, close enough to hear the speech, the golden cloak mistified him, usually he was in a lineup receiving the plans 'what a dramatic enterence the nobles get' he thought peeking through the door watching and listening to the general's speech, usually he was in a lineup with the Sargent receiving orders, not getting a show from the General. As Richu listened to the speech he had a wonderous vision of national peace once the empire had conqored. He didn't want to applaud for he would be caught listing to a speech he probably wasn't supposed to, but he applauded on the inside welcoming the notion of a steady world empire.

 

[Cadenach]

Konstantine casually made his way around the upper balcony, checking his agents-in-place. The missive he had recovered from underneath the balustrade earlier on the balcony had left him a bit on edge. Thanks to all the fancy crystalwear, wineglasses, and chandeliers, he had his hands full listening and looking. Something was afoot tonight, other than the pre-campaign chest-thumping. If what his contact had said in their letter was true...this party was fixing up to be a lot livelier and a lot shorter.


Vasilyan had been following the cloaked figure for about an hour now. Keeping his eyes constantly checking out his surroundings, he kept his head straight. It wasn't much longer before the figure lead him to a small clearing and nodded to him before stopping. Vasilyan went ahead into the clearing. He was first struck by the smell, like burnt flesh and shit. Making his way around the clearing, he noticed the signs: flattened grass, circular scorch marks, prints, scat, and a still-smoldering campfire. Bending down, he used his long-knife to sift through the ashes. That was when he saw it, a scrap of leather. A bit large to be a belt, burnt on one end, snapped on the other. Lifting it to his nose he took a whiff and his eyes went wide immediately. He stuffed the strap into his sack and ran back to his guide.
"We have to hurry. They were here not two hours ago. By now it might already be too late to catch up to them. Run to the nearest semophore tower and tell them to message the General's Staff. I'm going to try to catch em on the wing. Go! Hurry!"
With that, he and his contact both ran in perpendicular directions. As he made it out of the clearing, he froze. Something was wrong. Kit was where he had left her, but she hadn't come to meet him. Scanning around desperately, Vasilyan cursed himself for his stupidity. Of course, there were at least a dozen sets of the smaller tracks. Far more than would be needed. The rest...he saw a glint and dropped down prone to the ground just in time to avoid a heavy quarrel that shot through the space he had been occupying to bury itself in a tree with a quivering thock sound. Vasilyan rolled to his left as most quarrels began slamming into the ground next to him. Lifting his rifle, he fired in the general direction of the first shot and was rewarded with the satisfying sound of a scream and a curse. He grinned wryly to himself for a moment before a quarrel hit the dirt not three inches short of his kidneys. With that sobering reminder of his mortality, he ran-drop-crawl-ran to Kit. When he got there, he saw she had been bound with a net of heavy chain and a mana collar. Cursing as he used Kit's armored hide to shield himself from quarrels. Luckily, they were using lighter anti-personnel arbalests instead of the heavy two-hand-crank war models used when fighting dragons. Kit motioned with her foreclaw in the direction of the man Vasilyan figured he shot. Nodding understanding, he finished reloading his weapon and got ready for a sprint to the small berm the man must have been firing from.

 

[Blitzer]

Akemi smelled something wrong. Very wrong. Konstantine looked nervous. That was quite rare. He focused on his eyes and sense on Konstantine. Konstantine was one of the people who annoyed him. He was field commander of the Black Dragoneers and in charge of active secret agents. Konstantine annoyingly got in the way of his network with his own network. One day he might just put a bullet in the back his head. Two spy organizations were hard enough to keep off each other. Toss in the Emperor's Bloodmages, and it meant trouble. However, if Konstantine was nervous; he knew something he should have brought to Akemi. He let out a sigh and telepathetically reached out for his Stealth agents and ordered them to find Konstantine's soldiers. Anything that could compromise this upcoming mission should not happen. 


Akemi communicated to his father telepathically he would be leaving the party and walked outside quickly. He recieved a message from one of his sensing agents that there was an agent engaged in combat. Akemi muttered to himself. "Konstantine, what did you kick?"


He debated going to find the agent and decided to do it. He might just toss that Black Dragoneer behind bars and leave him to rot until Konstantine dragged him out as he would. One day, he'd put a bullet in the back of Konstantine's head for sure. He called Acusa to him and jumped on her back, and they took off. It was time to have a bit of fun.


@Cadenach 

 

[Songbird500]

Liri had walked in just in time to hear the Generals speech, she would have arrived sooner but her mother in typical fashion had held her back to give her the try not to get yourself into trouble tonight talk. Liri had nodded her head at every one of her mothers request with no intention of actually keeping her promises. Liri smirked to herself as she walked past a servant, picking up a glass of wine as she did so.The only reason Liri ever came to events like these was to cause some mischief, her family should have guessed that by now and the dress Liri had specially chosen for the night should have been reminder of that enough. It was long and black , with an open back and slit leg. To say it left nothing to the imagination was an understatement but of course Liri always had a small dagger tucked away on her thigh that no one ever saw unless it was too late. Her long blonde hair was up in a ponytail and swayed softly as she walked to lean up against a wall. Sipping her wine she sighed and scanned the room for anything interesting, if some trouble didn't start up soon she might have to make some herself.