Fantasy Free Riders

[DapperKnight]

Huntertabbysandshark3 scorpiodragon Magus BlackLynx

It is said that Moore, the world of a thousand mountain top nations, exists in a state of perpetual war. Be it from whims of a mad king, the greed of a pirate lord, or the ambitions of a young lord, Moore and her people have had a hundred different wars within the span of a thousand years, but none of them can compare to what happens now in the world above the clouds. Two powerful nations had emerged, swallowing all those around her, and it was inevitable they would meet and with both sides unwilling to bend to the other, they had kept apart for two generations. But as land and resources began to dwindle, the United Peaks Republic and the Empire of Molei have waged more and more territorial skirmishes. And now a storm is slowly building, slowly growing as both super powers begin to prepare for the oncoming storm, and many fear that in the storm's wake, none shall survive.

In the middle of this growing storm, conflict still exists within and outside the borders of the Empire, the Republic and the neutral territories. The Dragon Riders of Moore fly day after day in the defense of their homelands and people from beasts, bandits and even the forces of the hungering superpowers. Not all riders belong to a nation however. Those known as Free Riders, Dragon Riders who simply exist as mercenaries, adventurers and free spirits fly in the name of themselves and their own ideals. They have become quite popular with the neutral territories, as a small portion of a kingdom's treasury is worth the safety provided by a single Free Rider.

Today however, a greater power had been called to the Empire of Molei, where a client had sent a letter to any and all Riders willing to listen. They have quite the offer. A small fortune of gold, enough to buy an entire peak, for any rider willing to answer. The job...the letter had failed to answer. Still, it gave you all directions towards Lolei, the captial city of the Empire of Molei. Around you are the glistening, and freshly painted peaks, adorned with buildings made of stone and wood, and decorated with exotic trees and flowers form all corner of their empire. You all meet in the corner of a small open air pub, where riders often sit to discuss tales of valor, and stories of epic journeys. But for now, you sit and wait alongside your mounts, as a mysterious woman, dressed in a velvet cloak, adorned with glittering purple leaves sewn into the fabric, walks up to the table. "I trust your journeys have not been too troublesome? With everything going on, I wouldn't be surprised if you had to be stopped a dozen times, just to allowed through the first checkpoint." She said. The voice was that of a young lady, soft yet stern. Anything else however is quite absent to you all, as her cloak hides the shape of her body, and the features of her face.

 

[scorpiodragon]

It was cold...the air thin near the mountains, getting thinner as one ventured further into the atmosphere. High above the clouds which cast a fluffy sea of white that drifted lazily below them, a predator flew on four wings. A predator that enjoyed and didn't mind the cold or thing air, his lungs equipped to deal with such changes in the atmosphere and temperature. Birds also flew though tended to stick below the cloud cover or flew through the clouds, some scavengers floating above the clouds themselves.

To any who will listen,
Your aid is requested if you're willing to accept. A small fortune will be paid. Meet within Lolei within the Empire at the tavern with ye dragon and all shall be explained then.

There was no signature or indication as to what the job was or the description of the person who had written such a letter. Directions there were upon the paper below the words asking for assistance, the messenger having been eaten by the dragon that flew down towards a lone mountain peak and landed on the snowy landscape to his bonded resting below, furs covering his body from the cold's harsh winds. As the rider leapt onto the dragon's back, the note was left on the snow mountain to be buried with the next snowfall and in the mountains, it could come in a matter of minutes or days. Even the impression of some sitting within the snow would be swept away...concealed and forgotten.

The Empire. It brought back horrible memories for the covered creature and 'twas a place neither wanted to be. Yet it was the lure of gold that caused them to venture from their comfort zone and after a long flight through canyons and mountains, over valleys and rivers, they'd finally reached the empire though skirted its edges until they'd been forced to venture forward and into the heart. Now...now the fur-clad figure sat at a table, his partner beside him with his four wings folded tightly against his sides as the blue and white dragon stayed close in the event they needed an escape. Others sat at the table as well located within a corner yet the rider of the seaborne tundra did not remove the fur baclava from his face though did lower his hood and remove his fur-lined cape, draping it across his partner's neck, eyes searching the open air pub as a hooded figure came towards the small group of riders and dragons gathered.

 

[Huntertabbysandshark3]

sitting upon the back of his dragon Elron looked over the letter with some skepticism it couldn’t be telling the whole truth right? This was a deal too good to be true so to speak but then again if it was true it was most certainly life-changing and Elron really couldn’t pass it up after all you could do a lot with that much cash... but what would this mysterious person expect of those that showed up... with a bit of a shrug the dragon and its rider would take off from their perch leaving a dark cloud above the ground as the huge dragon flew across the land.
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arriving at Lolei finally, Elron had decided to make a bit of an entrance upon finding the designated location dropping from a little distance in the air and using his own wings to make a cool landing after all Elron had a reputation to keep up and this made people all stop and watch the winged individual walk into the Pub his spiky club-like tail dragging along behind him. now surrounded by the others that took the call to this little adventure, some cloaked figure being their patron. Elron's own dragon remaining, circling in the air as he wasn't all that interested in landing. "nope not to much trouble miss... so.. whats the job then"

 

[scorpiodragon]

OOC: I guess I will bump this for other responses from the two that haven't responded with their intros yet.