Fantasy Return of the Dragons

[Adamented]

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• • General
  • The Pantheon

  • In the distant past, the pantheon imprisoned the Old Gods for their crimes against humanity and the mortal races. Yogig the God of Death, Chaos the God of Discord, and Sanction the God of the Prime Evils were the first to rise to power because the mortal races are interwoven with those traits, and were the first Gods able to manifest into physical forms to stand on the material plane. While other Gods needed the mortal races to see their light, the Old Gods of evil were able to walk on the material plane without consequence, and the Gods could not stop them because they were unable to follow.
    
    Chaos loved seeing the mortal races fight among themselves and bring disorder upon the world, he broke hundreds of civilizations, and was empowered by the constant anarchy. Yogig on the other hand wanted to take control of the world, and created followers by giving them a taste of his terrible magic. He soon created his own small empire around his capitol, Xas-Taroth. Sanction was likely the worst evil of the Old Gods, who grew bored of killing and conquering mortals, he began to aim his sights higher, towards the Gods on the other planes. Sanction understood that he needed the mortals to give him his power, so he focused his power on the Gods themselves, assaulting them on their own planes and managing to kill several.
    
    While Chaos played in the far corners of the world, tearing apart and weakening most of the great civilizations, Yogig focused on building a massive army of undead to conquer the world. He had amassed thousands of fanatic followers who could use the dark arts of necromancy to raise horrible armies and continue to fuel them by raising the victims they killed. Millions died in this time known as the Age of Fear, because of the constant death and darkness that crept across the world. These wars were only making him stronger as not only was death a natural part of mortals, Yogig's constant wars kept mortals constantly dying and he thrived on that. The Age of Fear lasted over three hundred years and he was very close to complete victory, the more land he conquered and forced under his black chains the less power Chaos had as these mortals were now being forced to work in an orderly fashion, or be turned into undead. While Chaos slowly realized he was losing and Sanction was busy warring with the Gods, Yogig conquered most of the world. Before he could achieve total domination, three things happened to prevent his success-
    
    Sanction, who had thrived off of the flaws of mortals to give him power, could no longer fight the Gods. He had already been weakened by the several Gods he had slain to absorbed and the constant fighting with other Gods he planned to defeat, and his main source of power was dying out. Yogig was exterminating most of the mortal races and replacing them with undead, the undead did not share the prime evils of the mortal races because they were just soulless puppets of their dark master and therefore were no longer a source of power for Sanction. Sanction had to flee the planes of the Gods because of this, to tell Yogig to leave mortals alive for him to feed upon. Yogig of course refused believing that his world domination was unstoppable, now owning almost the entirity of the globe. He knew of the powers Sanction had gained from absorbing the souls of the Gods, but this did not bother Yogig as he had grown uncomprehendingly powerful as well with deaths of hundreds of millions fueling his power to an extreme point, driving Yogig to no longer feel that he needed to share it. Sanction led a swift attack against Yogig in response and while doing massive damage, would have failed if not for Chaos.
    
    Chaos joined the war against Yogig, although for only his own purposes, he had realized that Yogig having total control meant laws would be in order and he would have no power. Chaos needed discord and anarchy to thrive so he attacked Yogig and for the only time in recorded history aided the mortal races to rise up against the dark lord. Sanction, Chaos, and the last remaining races of the world were a force to be reckoned with, even so Yogig's power had grown far too immense and even with such a force against him Yogig was able to hold most of his empire together and continued to lash back at his enemies.
    
    This was when the Gods brought Dragons to life. The Gods free of Sanction's attack were able to begin aiding the mortals, though this was easier said then done when they could not enter the material plane themselves, weakened by the God war. They created Dragons to fight for them on the material plane as a result, intelligent mortal beasts who would not be effected by Chaos or the Prime Evils, having long lifespans and thick natural armor. The Dragons were led by their queen Tiamat, and the Goddess Midnight gave mortals a stronger grasp over magic and otherworldly knowledge both in efforts to oppose Yogig. This war lasted for over thirty years before finally Yogig's massive territory started to shrink, until it was just the capitol left and as he retreated to Xas-Taroth Yogig vowed to one day return and destroy every being and conquer the world once more. He cast a great spell, one that swirled around Xas-Taroth, that would turn the ground an ash black and would cause an evil gas to float in the air to prevent any life from living in the region. This marked the end of the war as it brought a standstill to the battle. The mortals and Gods alike were tired of the fighting so Yogig was allowed this. The cost of Yogig's spell, one that could block out all manner of God except for himself, paid a heavy price. He was plunged into a deep sleep where he would stay for a few thousand years. This war was known as the Creation War.
    
    The other two Old Gods- Chaos and Sanction- went into hiding as the Dragons gave the pantheon Gods a good foothold on the world and they were now faced with mortals who worshiped the pantheon of good and neutral Gods. The Dragons who were greatly wounded fled into their own planes to seek shelter and bide their time until they could once again strike the world.
    
    As time passed the Dragons started to dissipate and eventually became mere legend. Whitemoon was the ancient capital of the Dragons, where they passed on their magic and secrets, it eventually became shrouded in legend and was only known to a select few. With the Dragons gone a man by the name Ornis Bromson read the signs of the Gods and sought to restore them to the world. With aid from his Gods he was able to help them bring fourth a new breed of dragons which would be powerful enough to battle the Old Gods, without being so powerful that the Gods had to expend most of their energy to create one. These became the half dragons that have begun to spread into the world.
  • The pantheon includes all of the current gods of any of the mortal races.
    
    Belenus God of sun, light, and warmth
    Neutral Good alignment
    Also known as The Everlasting Light
    
    Tiamat Goddess of the dragons
    Chaotic Good alignment
    Also known as The Dragon Queen
    
    Midnight Goddess of dreams, magic, and knowledge
    Lawful Good alignment
    Also known as The Dream Weaver
    
    Brigid Goddess of Spring, fertility, and healing
    True Neutral alignment
    Also known as the Exalted One or the Dawn Goddess
    
    (more to come, at some point)
    

Lisette (Lise)
Lisette gently tugged her sleeves down and gave quick tentative glances around her general area. It was a pretty big town, though it wasn't quite the status of a city, especially with no lord overlooking it. Humans passed her with curious glances, and every new pair of eyes caused her to shrink farther into her armor, she was just desperate for food, or she wouldn't have bothered with wandering through a human settlement. Even elves were more friendly to her kind than the retched humans, which she barely tolerated. They never could mind their own business, and their ignorant mortality irritated her like an itch she couldn't scratch. As Lise wandered further and further into the town with an eye out for any kind of food stand she could easily knick something from, she could hear the voices of children calling out.

Lise lifted her chin, curious, the setting sun putting a gleam across her unnatural, glassy skin. Her bright blue eyes spotted an open town center square just down the road and she cautiously made her way towards it, ducking into the shadow cast by stone houses and red shilled roofs. The closer she got, the more she could pick out from the loud voices. One in particular young girl, was protesting about peace and the harmony of all mortal races, and a few other voices would call back with humor or insults. Lise briefly wondered what the girls were so bravely defending, until she turned the corner to see them standing on crates, a group of people sitting around them- likely allies- and small scattered group of people whose interest must have been caught as they were passing. She could see in their skin, their eyes- the way they talked, the way they moved. It was amazing none of the bystanders had realized yet that the girls were not human. Lisette snorted, stepping slightly forward, careful not to step out from under the safety of the shade that disguised her skin. "What makes you think humans and dragons could have peace?" she tossed her pink pig tails over her shoulders and stared skeptically, "There are entire human regiments dedicated to the art of dragon hunting. It's become more than a moderate business in mercenaries and organized companies."

Adrian (Addi) Kate
Adrian and her sister Clare had spent the morning preparing their points for the day, her more soft-spoken sister giving ideas as to what citizens of the particular area might find compelling. Though they had gone into it confident and determined as they always did, never wavering, Adrian had been having a bad feeling since she woke up at sunrise. The sun was on the verge of setting, and so far they'd only managed to partially persuade two people of their idea of peace with dragons, and it was a very disappointing day. Observers and passers by only stopped to mock her and her sister and amuse themselves and their friends, finding the idea preposterous.

Adrian debated eagerly with a particular few who kept trying to disprove her idea of the dragons being part of mortal civilizations, only to be interrupted by a new side to the debate, "What makes you think humans and dragons could have peace?" a voice spoke from somewhere she couldn't see. "They are mortal races like humans are, and I think we could all learn and benefit from each other. There is no benefit for this silent war that continues to wage," she explained hesitantly, slightly jarred by the interruption. Patiently, she scanned through the town square for the person who spoke, and a shiver of unease ran down her spine when her eyes caught sight of Lisette.

Clarence (Clare) Kate
Clare could tell something was bothering her sister abut this particular person, though she wasn't entirely sure what it was. It had been out of no where, but she had seen Adrian handle being interrupted easily with confidence multiple times just that day. It was strange to see her hesitate, and she glanced up into the face of her unusually uneasy sister. Clarence's bow furrowed slightly, she could see discomfort on Adrian's face, and wondered what was so different about this bystander to provoke such expression. A few of the Peacekeepers- the "rogue" group they traveled with- lifted their heads in concern, while others continued playing card games such as nine hole golf, made light conversation, or nibbled on food.

"There are entire human regiments dedicated to the art of dragon hunting. It's become more than a moderate business in mercenaries and organized companies." Clare nodded to herself- that was right, however none of those regiments or companies were in this area, not even a mercenary Dragon Hunter in the area that she gleaned any information on. Clarence thought quickly for a comment to shoot back, however it was a hard point to break. "Those mercenaries and regiments would be much better placed elsewhere, instead of focusing on a civilization that barely poses a threat." she argued passively. "Barely?" the woman spoke again, louder and more confident this time, and Clare was able to locate her in the shadow of a nearby building, "I wouldn't call a dragon with it's abilities and dragon form barely a threat." A few observers mumbled in agreement and Clare shared a nervous glance with Adrian, who seemed frustrated and almost... was she afraid?

"I think we're going to have to throw in the towel here," Adrian murmured softly, "humans are apparently not our only audience." At the suggestion, Clare realized the woman's last comment was not an argument of fear and anger, she had been bragging. They had never run into another dragon in their travels before, and it certainly explained Adrian's sudden and unusual anxiety- yes, it did seem now was the time to turn in. "Okay." she confirmed, "Believe what you wish, everyone's opinions are different." She took her sisters hand as Adrian helped her down from the crates, and followed suit herself. Seeing them step off the wooden crates was like a signal to their group, many of the travelers standing and collecting their things. Three men in the group worked together to lift the crates into a nearby cart, while a mousy looking woman tended to the horse at the other end of the cart, giving it a little pre-travel love. Clare sighed in disappointment, they weren't doing well, not well at all. She wondered briefly if they were letting their parents down, she hoped to see them again soon.

 

[Nomad_Queen]

Solaire the Forgotten
The sun which was now slowly setting over the horizon caused shadows of the building to dance across the cobblestone pavement as Solaire slowly moved through the town, people were moving out of the way for him because of his distinguished knight armor, everyone was smiling up at the tall man and trying to offer him things and get him to come into the small stands they have hoping to draw attention to themselves. Solaire just ignored them all still traveling as he came into the town square a weird unknown sensation came from where his scar was on his left temple of when a dragon clawed him, he noticeably moved his hand up and rubbed it hoping the sensation would stop as he turned into view of some children standing on crates before he noticed what they were talking about. The two children were preaching peace between races and were arguing with someone in the crowd before they had given up and the men sitting around them started to pack things up onto a cart Solaire started to make his way through the crowd heading towards the two girls when a small feeling hit him in the back of his head again just like the day when he killed the dragon long ago the only difference was he did not black out he stood there staring at the two girls from a couple feet away his face not changing but he was waiting for something to happen when nothing would. After a minute of this, the feeling in the back of his head subsided and he walked over to the girls intent on introducing himself "Are you dragons?" The words hoarsely left his mouth from all the nights of screaming in sheer terror from being trapped in his nightmares he questioned them silently as not to draw attention to them Solaire hoped if they were dragons they wouldn't notice or recognize the medium sized dragon claw scar on his left temple.
Adamented

 

[Inheritance]

Malekith Styriam​

How long had it been since the wandering began? Since Chaos assaulted their group, and Yogig's corrupted Dragons chased them out of Whitemoon. They were so close...so close...Yogig was asleep again, and Chaos was in hiding...but at what price? He counted dozens of Dragons that died, half of which he killed himself...he was the last one...well, almost. Kage-or, Mani, was still here. They split up after the incident, but eventually they met up, and though he apologized, and promised he had changed, and that his new Gold dragon form was a sign of that. But of course, how could she forgive him? He had attacked her, everyone they had come to love, including the one who was supposed to spend the rest of his life with her. All dead, by his hands...or at least, Chaos' hands.

She hadn't spoken a word to him, just traveled with him. She sat at the same fire, though always on the opposite side, sometimes looking into the flames, sometimes glaring at him, and sometimes, wasn't there at all. He knew she didn't like fire, and he didn't like cold, but he imagined he was the reason for her fear, or more accurately, hate, of fire. He was less afraid, though, that he would attack her again. His soul was calm now, and he no longer had as much drive to kill, or fear of his power. The rage was still there, but it was directed, flowing, and easily used. He could now use it to attack, and focus his anger on what he needed to do- Kill Chaos, and the other Old Gods. An unrealistic goal, but still, it gave him something to do. Still, if Kage, now Mani, was traveling with him for vengeance, to see if he had changed, or perhaps because he was the only one she knew left, remained a mystery. For all he knew, she was just traveling in the same direction as him until she wanted to leave. He hadn't gotten anything out of her, just stares, and glares.

Where was he going? Even he barley knew. If he asked himself, he was trying to gather a new group of Dragons, one who could join him in the assault. One who could help him find the true Gods, the ones who left him when Chaos reached his heart. He tried to apologize, but still, he knew that he needed to prove himself again, and here he was, trying to collect the Dragons so that he may once again be welcomed back in his Gods' arms, and take vengeance upon those who ripped him from them.

Now, here they were, coming onto a town, for no other reason then to scope out some Dragons, should they be here. He told Mani his plans, but of course got no response. He had given up trying to talk to her, or at least, expecting a response. It didn't stop him from talking to her, as his travels were agonizingly lonely, and, to fix that, would just talk to her, without needing a response.

He looked over the town, figuring it would be yet another waste of time. He sighed, and continued down. "It's time...yet another town, and probably another bust right?" He didn't look at her, he knew she wouldn't respond. How could she? After what he had done. "Alright." he started down, still looking back to see if she was following.

FireMaiden Adamented Nomad_Queen

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[FireMaiden]

Máni​

It was hard to travel with this monster. But what choice did she have? The three scars on her face, the recent burns on her thigh, the mental scars he had left, it was almost to much. In truth, while she had forgiven her for letting Chaos have her, Máni could never forgive whatcha did to her family. To her friends, their friends. Everynight she could hear her mate telling her to run, but she wanted to stay an help. For a while, they were the last ones, trapped at Whitemoon, Malekith stuck in a feral form waiting to kill them. Every time they moved to a different building, She would pass the bodies of her uncle, her child, her grandmother...she would never get the image of them being slaughtered out of her nightmares. Malekith finally found them, easily finishing off her mate, but he had hesitated before landing the final blow. She attacked, and escaped. And once she was back to her full health, she returned to bury them. Seven differn graves she had to make herself. She lost count how many times she nrowk down crying, or vomited. But she pulled through it.

She grew pretty distant from emotions after a while, sticking to working alone so she only had to worry about herself. Until she found Malekith again. At first, she tackled him, holding a dagger to his throat asking why she shoulcnt kill him now. And he then apologized. And she paused. He began to apologize over and over until she gave up. The last time she actually spoke to him was when she corrected him on her name. And then began thair travels. It took a very long time to get use to him again. Every time she looked at him for more than a few seconds, She scars he gave her burned.

Camping became a hassle, Máni leaving until he fell asleep most nights, or avoiding to look at him, or just glaring at him when the nightmares were terrible. The mental trauma from Yogig and hid demon, paired with all the shit Malekith had put her through, night terrors were now something she had to learn to deal with. She found out wearing a muzzle at night helped with the screaming. But she couldn't jist leave, no matter how much she wanted because she had no place to go. A mercenary could only take you so far, so here she was. A silent follower, the bright girl she once was, dead the day he attacked.

Now headed into another town, She knew what Malekith's goal was, but she felt it would have been another let down. Every town had been a bust, dragons being pretty rare nowadays. For the obvious reasons, but as soon as they entered town, She stopped, tugging at his shirt. "I smell dragons." Inheritance Adamented Nomad_Queen

 

[Adamented]

Clarence Kate
Clare heard Solaire's voice and turned, a smile on her face. "We are, at least my sister and I are," she spoke with confidence, her voice quiet enough that any prying ears would not pick it up. Though he could have been a hunter for all she knew, especially with the scar on his face, it seemed out of place for a hunter to not immediately recognize the difference in their skin and their presence, let alone to simply walk up and ask. Adrian seemed to have the thoughts as well, as she glanced curiously over her shoulder to Clare and the stranger. His voice was hoarse, and he spoke quietly- she was glad he'd the mind not to speak too freely of dragons. "I can tell though that you are not, was there something you needed?" she spoke curiously, observing his natural, organic skin worn with time and life, lightly flushed with blood- a kind of simple texture she and her sister did not share. He was clearly human, lacking the form of almost... transcendence that elves had with their elegance and grace, and no pointed ears to speak of that a half-elf would have had, every other race was easily crossed off her list since he was neither extremely short nor of any distant humanoid features.

Admittedly, the scar was a little distracting to her, most of their group had never experienced real battle. It looked like it must have been bad when it happened, and she tried to keep her eyes off it so he wouldn't be self conscious. His knight armor showed that he was a noble, surprising for one to be friendly of dragons, most find it an honor to kill one she would think though the notion made her ill at heart to consider. He had a kind face, one that reminded her very much of their father, she could imagine what he would say about this situation. "Always better to trust in the benefit of the doubt, every mortal being is naturally good, even if they might seem rude." Though usually Adrian would have a pessimistic comment of that, something along the lines of it being more likely that a kind looking stranger truly be evil with intent of harm than a stranger that seemed rude.

Adrian Kate
Adrian turned her head to look over her shoulder as she heard her sister talking to a man who had approached them, she carefully observed the stranger before deciding it would be out of character for someone intending harm to approach so forwardly. She turned toward the cart, pulling herself up onto the ledge, and perching there carefully with a deck of cards between her nimble fingers. She thumbed through them, reading every custom painted face, and then shuffled them diligently. "Do you want to try your luck?" she proposed to Damen, one of their travel buddies, and one of her favorite card game opponents. "Luck!" he exclaimed, standing up straight from where he leaned on the cart, "The lady luck has nothing to do with it!" He seemed cocky, which meant the game would be even more fun, the harder he tried the more challenge it was for her even if she always won. She grinned, "Would you like to test your... skill, then?" He grumbled, taking the cards she dealt him and arranging them in two rows of three, face down. Adrian did the same with cards of her own, and flipped the top card of the deck into the discard pile.

"Aye, who's first then?" he asked, flipping two of the cards in front on him on the cart. "Heads or tails?" she asked, flipping a copper coin into the air, "Tails, obviously," he responded before it dropped. The decorated side of the coin faced upward and Adrian flipped two of her own cards. "Your turn first Damen," she calmly spoke. He studied the nine of clubs and two of diamonds hard, glancing at the eight of diamonds in the discard pile. He reached over and drew from the deck, pulling a card, and with a groan placing it in the discard pile. A queen, what a poor draw. Adrian took a short glance of her three of spades and eight of clubs before drawing a card from the deck and a grin crossing her face. A king, what luck. She replaced one of her face down cards with her king, gasping in annoyance and groaning when she cast the face down card into discard, it was a two of hearts. He'd take that negative two happily she knew, and it only served to prove her point when he bragged. Adrian turned her head from their card game to look to her sister and the stranger, ignoring Damen's rant of his superior skills... at a luck-based game.

Lisette
Seeing she had proven her point, Lise leaned against the wall under the shade, grinning ear to ear. Those girls were morons to think peace was ever a possibility, she'd never see it, not after what they had done to Lisette's family. It was jarring how easily they had given up though, something told her they probably gave up because of the setting sun, not keen on being vulnerable in the dark where identifying crowd protesters and potential hunters would be difficult. Lise hoped for their sake, being so young, they would keep what they are close to their chest and away from prying ears and eyes. She wasn't particularly fond of them nor would she endanger herself to defend them, but she still hoped, if only for personal morality, loyalty to race and all that. She wondered who their parents were, likely a pair in the group that sat among them, and guessed the man who sat playing cards with the older looking girl must be their father. Strangely, he was human, and it didn't appear there were other dragons from what she could see of the lot of them. They could possibly be adopted to a mortal family, she noted, like she once had been. The thought of girls like that living happily and preaching peace based on the love they received from caring human parents made her heart ache for her own loss, as well as the inevitable loss they would face. They might be attacked by a group of hunters and have their loved ones killed, or they might live in peace until they realize that one day their loved ones will age to their death and that they will continue to live for what feels like an eternity after that, harboring the loss and pain of watching everyone they love pass on without them.

Made uncomfortable with her own morbid and pessimistic thoughts, she made a face and stood away from the wall, turning the corner to walk away when she remembered the crates the girls had been standing on. They had supplies, and better than that... they probably had food. With a big, plastic grin, she made up her mind of a plan. Lise turned on her heal, entire body language changed in a mere instant, and stalked proudly over to the group. "Would you mind," she inquired, "if I were to travel with you?" She spoke to a few of the people in the girls' little group, standing straight with her hands placed behind her back in a polite manner. "I know what I said about the hunters profiting from this constant unease and hatred between mortals and dragons," she continued, "but to be honest, I really just want peace as well. Really I was... I was hoping those girls would have a good counter point to what I said, and it's awful disappointing that it turned out to be impossible to disprove." The three men and two women standing before her shared glances, seemingly unsure how to respond, at a loss of words for that moment.
Inheritance Adamented Nomad_Queen

 

[Nomad_Queen]

Solaire the Forgotten
While Solaires face stayed the same not changing that much to the girl confirming that she was a dragon his mind shot back with memories towards his past life as a knight of Astora, he killed many people many men but none of them was an innocent child like the dragon that gave him his scar then very suddenly her voice tore the veil of his thoughts and brought him to his senses when she questioned if there was something he needed. The problem Solaire was facing is that he prefers to remain silent as to honor his vow, but he would have to speak to explain his intentions so instead, he decided he would only say the bare minimum while also trying to provide as much information as possible. "Do you really think...There can be peace between humans and dragons...Even if that human has slain a dragon?" He asked hoarsely with his voice shaking in sadness he would often times pause while trying not to remember the innocent dragon child he killed long ago. If they truly were preaching peace may be Solaire could find hope in their group and finally truly atone for his past sins.
Adamented

 

[Inheritance]

Malekith Styriam​

He froze, not because of what she said, but because she had said anything to him at all. He knew though, that pressing that fact would probably make her retreat into her silence once again, and after hearing a familiar voice for the first time in over a year, he welcomed it, and simply went on as though she had been talking to him, yet still, with caution.

"How can you tell? I smell nothing." He still slowly made his way down into the town however. If she was right, then this could finally be the start of a new adventure. Of course, he did not hope. Hope was something he could no longer allow to leak into his heart, as it just caused agony when the hope was crushed-a lesson he had learned the hard way multiple times over. Still, he continued down into the town, continually looking back to make sure she followed.

"Well let's find them then, if you're correct." He said, still moving.

FireMaiden Adamented Nomad_Queen

 

[FireMaiden]

Máni​

She didn't feel the need to explain to him, most dragons had heighten senses such as smell. Besides, dragons has a very distinct scent, hard to explain to someone who didn't know what to sniff for, but he was going to have to trust her. She could smell other dragons, and whether theybwere captive for not was to be discovered. All she knew is that they needed caution. Dragons brought hunters, and with three bands already tracking them, it would be rather inconvenient if more were to start tracking them. "Town center, we should start there," She added, before growing quiet once more. Inheritance

 

[Inheritance]

Malekith Styriam​

"Town center? Alright." He started that off that way, ignoring the looks he got from people. He of course, was ok with humans, and all mortal races, as for most of his life he was primarily one, yet now, he felt more distant, more estranged. That still didn't break his own charisma with them, he could still talk with them, and get information out of them without giving away who he was. The months of travel had given him lots of dirt and topics to talk about. He headed into town center, trying to find exactly what she sensed. He was surprised that he had gotten words out of her, and hoped this might be the time...the time when their luck could change. He glanced around, before turning, and in a low voice, asked, "You lead, I don't know what to look for."
FireMaiden Adamented Nomad_Queen

Yogig, God of Death-The Lord of Dead Dreams​

The ancient temple at the center of Xas-Taroth had been quiet for years. For years, it lay undisturbed, nothing stopping the dust and darkness from swirling around it. In fact, the entire city was covered in thick fog that even emerged outward to the lands of sun and and light. Here though, in Xas-Taroth, Yogig had placed a terrible curse, one so evil, that the combined powers of all the Gods could not lift it, nor could the armies of all the mortals in the world siege it, and apparently, nor could Dragons.

He couldn't count exactly how long it had been, certainly a number of years, since the Dragons attacked. They had found Whitemoon, found the Gods, and only by luck-or Chaos being an idiot, was he able to infiltrate, and destroy the Dragons from the inside. Of course, it led to many of his best servants falling as well...all except one. Sandro, a powerful necromancer that was his chosen one, the one who had stayed with Yogig ever since he found him. At the moment, his servant was off, recruiting, and would return to Xas-Taroth, to begin Yogig's march to power once again. He was awake again, and though he would doze on and off, there was no doubt, this would be the time, the age, where Death would rule all. His black tentacles, trapped in his own plane, caressed his great city. He could not physically touch it, but he could effect it, after all, here he was at his most powerful, out of anywhere in the prime material plane. Soon, he would begin again, and soon, the world would crumble, under Death.

Adamented FireMaiden Nomad_Queen

 

[Inheritance]

( Abyss We started btw)

 

[FireMaiden]

Máni​

She followed after Malekith until he stopped to look at her, asking her to lead. The girl just nodded, stepping out inform of him to lead him through the large crowd. If his eye was quick enough, he would see her grabbing coin purses off every second or third person they passed. That's how she made money on down time, and she was very good at it. She would often steal from the Red Raptors, and they even trained her cor when they went into towns or cities. This also meant she knew when someone was trying to pick her. Once they breached to a more open area, still a little away from the center, with lighting like reflexes, would catch a small arm from the dense crowd beside them, her coin pride still clasped in his fingers. Maybe she was a little rough when pulling the kid our of the crowd, but she didn't care. Nobody stole from Máni.

The boy was terrified, nearly in years while being held in a strong grip. "I-I'm sorry! Please don't report me! I'm just trying to get money for my sister, she's sick!" He blurted out, and by the deslrate nature of his voice, he wasn't lying. Máni still glared, but let him go after taking her coin pouch. He was about to run off, but she stopped him, placing a few coins in his hand. "Large crowds and nothing not on a belt. Go from there," She said quickly, before continuing on. She would only glance to see if Malekith was still following, but wouldn't stop if he wasn't. Until she reached the town square, and pointed out the three dragons. "There." Inheritance Nomad_Queen Adamented

 

[Inheritance]

Malekith Styriam​

He couldn't believe how much she was talking... or how little. In his head, once she stopped being silent, she'd be talking again and returning to her old vigor. But now, she was silent, with only a few words to express emotions. Had he left scars that deep?

When she pointed to the group, he looked skeptically upon them. A group of kids, with a vanishing crowd. They were talking to someone. He didn't think them anything special, not compared to his old group. Still, he felt like he owed it to Mani to do this. He walked out of the crowd towards them, with no malicious intent yet still probably looking very intimidating, made his way to them. He stopped, then realized he had no idea what to say. Instead, he sat there like an idiot waiting to be noticed. FireMaiden Adamented Nomad_Queen Abyss

 

[FireMaiden]

Máni​

She stood there, watching him approach the group, but say nothing. He was going to make a fool of himself or go unnoticed, so she stepped forward. Lowering the mask, which was really a just a piece of black cloth held up with a long, then price of cloth. It covered the long three scarsnunder her left eye. A mark left by her companion no doubt. She looked at him, then at each of the dragons present before clearing her throat. "Um, excuse me. Can someone answer a question for us?" She asked, her voice clear. Clearest it's been in a while. Inheritance Nomad_Queen Adamented

 

[Adamented]

Clarence Kate
Clare smiled up at him, "Every being deserves the chance to repent, regardless of their crime." He closed her eyes for a moment, remembering the first time she'd heard her parents speak of a similar topic. "My sister and I have our own repentance to make, as do most of those who travel with us." She glanced over her shoulder at Adrian, smiling, and turning to look back up to Solaire. She gestured to the diverse group, consisting of both men and women of many different races, "We call ourselves Peacekeepers, because that's our intended purpose. In all forms of the word, including psychological." Clare held out a hand towards Solaire, "My name is Clarence, what may I call you?" she inquired.

Adrian Kate
Adrian watched her sister for a short time, and then saw the dragon from before approaching a small cluster of five people from their group. Adrian narrowed her eyes, "Please excuse me a moment Damen," she apologized before jumping from the cart and stumbling not-so gracefully. He scoffed, "I'll take that as a forfeit, it's not like you to leave a challenge unfinished, Adrian." but he didn't stop her from walking off, only watching from a distance as she approached a pink haired woman. "What brings you to want to join us after your statements?" she questioned, suspicious of the woman's intent. Adrian stepped ahead of the cluster of people, observing the woman's change in stance and attitude. "I already said, I do want peace as well." the woman justified, and she noted a little frustration in the woman's eyes. "That may be true but by how you spoke you don't seem to believe in it as a possibility." Adrian deadpanned.

"Well I-" the stranger started, but Adrian's gaze noticed a flicker of movement in another direction, and noticed two more dragons across the way, one giving a pointed look towards them. She suddenly felt claustrophobic, she'd never seen a dragon before, let alone this many. It was dangerous for them all to be in one place, and bound to bring hunters, the way the woman before her had spoken it was likely she had bad encounters with them- maybe recently. Her anxiety drove her to fidget for barely a moment, before she strode over to her younger sister, giving Solaire a soft smile.

Adrian put a hand on her sister's shoulder and met Clarence's eyes for a moment, it was calming looking into them, no worry in them only contentment.. Clare looked back to Solaire, "You could come with us," she suggested, hopeful, "we're all happy to have more travelling companions, even if you don't intend on sticking around for too long." She noticed the dragons from before approaching them, slightly stepping ahead of her sister with her hand to her side, hovering over a hidden pocket that held a dagger she kept in case of 'surprises' on the road. "That depends what kind of questions you ask," she responded to the woman that stepped forward, eyeing her carefully, trying to get a read on her intent. She may not have met any other dragons before, but she knew they had a habit of bringing trouble and being troublesome.

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[FireMaiden]

Máni​

Cautious, good. The young dragon had sense. "Nothing of ill intent, I can assure you," Máni replied clamly. "The dagger will not be needed." She stepped a little closer, glancing around the crowd close to them. Nobody seemed to be paying them much attention. "By your reaction, you know what we are. And you know what could happen. So, our question is may we travel with your group? You have every right to decline of course, but you are the first of our kind we have seen in...in a while," the woman explained, "I'm Máni by the way, and this is Malekith. It's a pleasure to meet you." Adamented Inheritance Nomad_Queen

 

[Inheritance]

Malekith Styriam​

Already asking to join the group? Seriously?! It was their group, not...his thoughts trailed off. No, it wasn't his group anymore. That time had passed. He no longer had the right to lead the group, but it was his duty to help protect them, and perhaps guide them to the right path. He shook his head sadly, hoping nobody would notice. He said nothing as he stood close to the others, waiting for them to finish talking.

"It is an honor." He said in a low voice, so that nobody could hear them unless they were really trying. "It will be getting dark soon," He wasn't sure how true that was, but it was basically telling her that they all needed to get somewhere together, safe. A room, a cave, anything. "I think it would be wise if we found somewhere we could all gather and greet each other, if we will be joining you, don't you think?"

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Yogig, God of Death, He who comes in the Dark​

Awake again...it was nice to be awake...to stretch out, to begin working his mind and magic again. He could feel the souls...the bones...the blood. Everything in his cursed city, was prime for his armies. All he needed now was Sandro...Sandro would come, bringing hundreds to join him...and with no dragons to stop him this time, Whitemoon would fall, as would the rest of the world. He wondered of Chaos, and where he was. He was still alive no doubt, but it was still a question of where he was. Sanction...he might be dead. His curse had afflicted him greatly, forcing him back into his plane.

Something was bothering him though, something that he had hoped to be rid of. The essence of Dragons. Why was it still so fresh in the world, when they were all wiped out? He was about to stretch his influence out, to check and see if his suspicions were true, until he felt the sleep tug on him again. Whatever, he was right, there were no Dragons. Sandro would be here in a matter of days, and then he would begin the steps to conquer the world.
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[Adamented]

Adrian Kate
She nodded at Máni's assurance, placing her hand instead on her hip, at rest. She seemed logical, a mind like her own, a mind Adrian could appreciate. Adrian wondered what hardship had brought Máni to this frame of mind, but she was wiser than to pursue the topic of her curiosity. "Yes, I can tell what you are by your skin and the way you stand among the other mortals in this town." It was something she'd been able to pick up on, watching her own sister when they were young, and it was something they worked hard together to hide by mimicking companions in their group. She was sure a hunter would have picked them out long ago if not for their practice, and remembering to stay out of sunlight unless they were in a densely populated area. "You're welcome to travel with us... just remember this: your past is yours alone to carry."

"Máni and Malekith huh? I've never met another dragon before, aside from my sister of course. I can't say it is nice to meet you quite yet, we should speak on the road when this town is out of sight." Adrian spoke, agreeing with Malekith's words, looking him over as well. There seemed to be some tension in him, one she hadn't noticed right away, and she couldn't place the cause without knowing him. He seemed quiet, but not comfortably so, and she had the feeling maybe he was holding his tongue because of how vulnerable they were out in the open. She could easily be wrong, but she agreed it would be best to be away from the town anyways, with so many dragons around it was sure they'd be picked out by a few humans at least, and if they were unlucky one of them might contract a hunter to send after them. She walked over to the cart, where she shared a word with the woman who led the horse, and walking over to Lisette. "You're welcome to come, just don't cause trouble for us." she warned, taking a serious tone. There wasn't a single thing she trusted about this pink haired dragon with glassy skin, not a single thing.

Clarence Kate
"You remind me a lot of my father," Clare spoke softly, rubbing the back of her neck, "he didn't talk as much as my mom, but when he did it was always wise and only as much as was necessary to make his point." she explained. She smiled, "You two would probably get along."

"Well, despite what my sister says," she started, "I think it's wonderful to meet people with more... experience, resembling our own." Clarence chose her wording carefully, and held out her hand to them as well. Despite her shy, soft-spoken personality, she felt more comfortable talking to these few strangers than she had felt talking to anyone except her sister for a long time. She held herself back, but she was excited to get to know them, and get to know about others of her species. Clare was hoping there was something they would be able to teach her, though she doubted it would be wise to ask, it was a dangerous thing to practice... but she felt it was part of her heritage to learn, and she would be letting down Tiamat without that part of her being. She'd be letting down her parents even, they had been fighting and continued to fight for her to live in a world where she could be proud of it and not scared of it.

It was strange for them to meet this many interested people after such a long and fruitless day, but the idea of meeting new strangers was beginning to become less daunting to her, and she felt more... open, and accepting of change and social situations. She found herself clawing her way out of a quiet hole she'd dug long ago, and craving new social interactions to share the same stories she always had, but to new ears that would experience it differently.

(Clarence's part in this reply assumes Eternal_Cookie's next reply will include a response to my previous post as well as the following ones)

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[Nomad_Queen]

Solaire the Forgotten
Solaire let out a sigh of relief they were most forgiving towards him when he didn't deserve it, while he didn't really agree that peace was always an option he could still learn to see their side of things. Solaire then looked down at Clarence and her extended hand and took off his glove revealing his rough hand and took hers shaking it "I am Solaire, Knight of Astora, The Forgotten child, my new purpose is protecting your group if you would allow me." These words left Solaire's lips with pride despite how crazy and hoarse it all sounded but back in his home there was a tradition that knights would promise themselves under the rule of one noble in their life and not change their service no matter what, they would always remain loyal to the noble even if it meant death while Clarence was not really a noble he still felt that she and her group fit the bill After Solaire let go of her hand and put his glove back on the smile on his face slowly left leaving only his normal expression of always waiting for something to happen.

As Solaire was standing in front of Clarence a tingle ran through his scar and slowly he took a scan of his surroundings trying not to draw attention to himself he slowly realized there were more dragons for some reason they were converging on the small group whether in peace or of ill will Solaire did not know but he did know that not all would be as accepting of his past. While Solaire was in thought of all this sleep slowly started to fill Solaire's mind but he knew what sleep would bring there would be no peace only agony and horror this brought him a few seconds of panic as the new dragons were making acquaintances with Clarence and her sister Solaire slowly made his way towards the cart that Adrain was sitting on earlier then he looked at the young lad sitting on the cart ignoring him Solaire took off his gauntlets that were worn with age, rust, and dried blood from his past interactions and set them in the cart Solaire's left hand was not as clean as his other for it was burned from the shoulder down horrible so. Solaire started to fidget with his armor before peeling it off also laying it in the cart under his armor was his royal red shirt that was torn revealing patches of scars from the few times a sword pierced his flesh. Solaire now free of his armor could breathe and didn't feel trapped anymore he started to calm himself down keeping a tight grip on his sword as worry and doubt filled his mind but soon it all left and he sat down next to the cart he was a broken man, this filled him with sorrow no knight should be this broken all he wanted was to return to a simpler time but that was a child's dream and Solaire was no longer a Child he sat there keeping an eye on the new group of dragons as they were talking Solaire found a moment of peace in the new simplicity in his life and looked forward to the future.
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[Saurosian]

The crowd in the town's centre was dwindling like the light from the setting sun, and this was giving Iskrit a strange emotion. It was not hope, which implied far too much positivity. It was not eagerness, which implied an inkling of obsession. Anticipation might have been the right word, but that too was far more active than Iskrit felt. No, the best word would be accomplishment. The young dragon had another well-lived day under his belt, a day on which he might say he would be proud to die.

Thoughts of death caused Iskrit to scan the area for Dragon Hunters. Will today be the day? he asked himself dramatically. No one seemed to be watching him at the moment; in the fading light and his shabby clothes, he was as inconspicuous as he could be, unfortunately. As a rule, he appreciated being noticed, even if it was for his nature and not for his actions.

With a lack of Dragon Hunters, Iskrit could give his attention to other parts of his environment, such as the somewhat-secluded group off to his right. As he turned so they were in front of him, he studied them more. There was a large cart which seemed to anchor them, and quite a few people milling about it. There was a girl with pink hair and skin which appeared very pale from this distance. A tired, weary man in a red shirt sat beside the cart with a sword in his hand. Two tall, darkly-clad individuals might have only recently approached. A white-haired woman seemed to lead her male companion, and the two of them had an air of coldness which engulfed them. Studying the group further, Iskrit also picked out two teenage girls as being important. Both had wispy brown hair, and seemed to garner some respect from the menagerie of humans surrounding the cart.

Wait. Humans? Why the need to distinguish - oh, man.

Observing the scene through the lens of a new theory, Iskrit could pick out more clues which his subconscious must have combined to make its conclusion. The 'paleness' was more translucence than anything, if he thought of it in that way. The senses of weariness and coldness were of battle-hardened warriors or down-on-their-luck dragons, or both. Everything made far more sense if Iskrit could only accept that he was not watching humans, but instead, fellow dragons.

He felt an urge to run, or to vomit.

Pushing against the urge, he decided to approach. He wanted to steal a moment of their dialogue, to learn what they were talking about. If there are dragon hunters coming, I need to know about that. There wouldn't be so many dragons together, here, if something important wasn't happening. It's reckless not to investigate, he reasoned. Besides, it's never too late to run.

With an extremely exaggerated attitude of caution and meaningless meandering, Iskrit began wandering towards the building beside which the cart had been parked. He would check inside for any windows or cracks in the wall which might allow him to overhear the dragons outside, and if he found none, then he would make his way to the roof and listen from there.

 

[Inheritance]

Malekith Styriam​

It was good to proceed with caution here. Of course now that he knew there was a knight in the group, he wasn't too happy about proceeding with him. Still, he knew humans, and he knew not all were bad, and so long as the man didn't try and attack them, they would be fine. "Let's leave then. Now. There's no need to stay around here, nor talk about anything until the road is out of sight. I have my experience in camping, grab what you need and let's move. Your fate calls louder than any other urge tonight."

He wasn't sure why he added that last part, but he took a step back to let them prepare. "Are you ready to leave this moment?" He said bluntly, wanting to leave as soon as possible. He had a constant fear that they would be getting listened in to, a fear developed during his clashes with the Old Gods.

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[Saurosian]

There was a window on the wall of the building adjacent to the group, but there was also an unwelcomely large rat. Iskrit shooed it away, and it scampered off, grit rattling under the percussion of its feet. The window was a square, with a stress-crack on the lower stone. Careful to remain in the shadows, Iskrit made his way to the wall, and crouched just out of sight. He had missed a lot of dialogue in the time it took him to somewhat-carefully meander close enough to overhear the last exchange.

"Are you ready to leave this moment?" someone - a male - asked. He sounded like a well-worn sword, but Iskrit had to remark - silently, mind you, because he was trying to be sneaky and disguised - that like any sword, it was the story behind it which interested him, not the result.

Satisfying himself by making his remarks silently and imagining how impressive they would be aloud, Iskrit strained his ears to overhear any whispers the group might be making. That story, of course, is what I missed. Stupid rat, he mused.

As if on cue, a louder scuffling sound from the darkness at the back of the room preceded a clang. As the rat scurried away all too quickly, Iskrit wondered why no one had killed the vermin yet. Unless... I am the vermin, he opined in silence, thinking himself very much the wiser for having had such a thought.

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[FireMaiden]

Máni​

She glanced over her shoulder at Malekith as he spoke. Always the impatient tupe, never slowing a momemt of rest. Of course, She had gotten use to waking at dawn and never staying in eh same place more than two days as most. But this caravan was allowing them to travel with them. His question was on that she would have asked, but no in the same tone. Of course she wasn't going to say anything. At least to him. Asides from this, "Behave yourself. They are lind enough to let us travel with them, there's no need to rush," She said, walking past him. Why not find a place to sit until they were going to move. She changed her mind when out of the corner of her eye, saw yet another dragon watching them. She would glance around to see if anyone else had noticed. Máni decided they hadn't, and turned to approach his hiding place. It was an odd choice, he could have just as easily joined the crowd or the patrons at the open air bar not o faenfrom where the group had gathered. Why he was there was a question she was going to find out. She had yet to put her mask back on, so the scars she felt made herself a little more intimidating were still showing, but she hoped she could still talk to him. She tapped on the window. "Hello. Do tell me, why are you in there?" She asked, not sure if he would hear her or not. "It's not polite to spy on people, I hope you know that." Inheritance Saurosian Nomad_Queen Adamented

 

[Saurosian]

Well, vermin it is, Iskrit cursed himself, a guilty look of surprise in his eyes as he turned back to the window. The rat disappeared deeper into the building.

What seemed like far too long a time later, Iskrit composed himself and stood, buying time by wiping the dust on his hands onto his filthy tunic.

"Believe it or not, I was just hunting a rat. Don't like to let those pests bother anyone, y'know?" he explained, trying a charming grin to help sell his story. The woman opposite him was quite clearly a dragon; at this proximity, her skin was more blatantly inhuman than his own, which he kept somewhat disguised under a thin layer of grime. Desperately, he wanted to bring up something which would encourage her to explain more of the situation to him, but he had to focus on staying innocent for now.

 

[FireMaiden]

Máni​

This boy was a very bad liar. "A rat huh?" She inquired, crossing her arms. "You've been back there for a while now, how hard is it to catch one? Especiallyfor someone like you," Máni finally added. She could smell a few differ dragons around here, and he's the only one she hadn't encountered yet. While she couldn't see his scales very well because of the dirt, but she sure as he'll could smell a dirt covered dragon this close. "Now, tell me the truth." Saurosian

 

[Saurosian]

Iskrit's smile twisted to be more awkward and exaggerated as he again considered the best route for escaping one. He imagined several different scenarios playing out.

Could be a magic rat, he thought about saying, but that would come across as to tongue-in-cheek. I'll just be on my way, would arouse undue suspicion of evil misdeeds or plots. Probably.

However, she had hinted at knowledge of what he was. Either 'Someone like you' had meant a street urchin, or more likely, it had meant a dragon. If she had already done the difficult part of broaching the subject, it would be a lot easier for him to push for more information.

Or it would be a lot more dangerous. These dragons might be sensitive on the subject of their species, and this woman's hint might have been a veiled threat, a warning to 'Scram!' or be scrammed. This situation had already become dangerous enough. It was definitely a good time to end the conversation and scram.

"Could be a magic rat," he said, finally. He strained to subdue his smile, and then decided it was definitely not working, and that he was definitely about to be chased, captured, or killed. Thankfully, he had a wall between him and all of the other dragons. He jumped instantaneously across the room, half-tripping on the shovel the huge rodent had knocked down as he stumbled out the door. To his left were stairs which led to the upper level, and to his right was a hallway with a door at the end. He opted for the stairs and darted, with the sudden realization that there could easily and reasonably be people in this building.

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