The Time of Dragons, an Magic.. *All welcome*

[blackopal19]

ooc- I am back and a little lost in the grand scheme of things. I'll try to jump back in wherever I can.

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The centuar shifted in her sleep, bringing herself back to wakefulness. The stream and willow seemed to have an enchanting affect on her. And she didn't like it. She rose, and turned herself to a trail.

Suddenly something moved ahead of her. A horse? Yes it must be, and from the looks it belonged to the half elf that she had followed before. Well, then that settled it. They must have gone to see the dragon. No other reason would the horse be loose without a saddle.

She sent a blessing towards the beast, as she was partial to all equines. But she turned and headed away from the city, back towards Kant. She knew nothing was there but needed to pass it to head back towards her hideout.

Traveling did not take long as she she stretched out her legs in a gallop. Too soon the burnt remains of the town came into veiw. But she slowed as she neared it, coming down to a walk as she entered what had once been the main road through the town. THe acrid smell almost made her eyes water. Her hooves made a small plodding sound in the dirt and ashes.

 

[Mantra]

They finally trudged past the open gate of the keep, escaping the blowing snow and cutting wind. Past the gatehouse and empty garrison and into the inner sanctum. Here, great fires were set in hanging, bronze chandaliers, casting light abd heat up and flowing down the solid rock caverns which made up the internal part of the keep. Snow melted in moments, coating them all with a sheen of wetness.

"I can have food and drink brought to you both if you'd like. Rooms made available either here or in the town as you'd prefer." Drakkon said. I do not think we have any clothing suitable for you here, but perhaps in the town below. In either case, there is a bath here you can use if you'd like."

 

[LadyFairy]

When they reached the inner sanctum of the keep and Idrial carfully set Rhys down, and was glad to see that his teeth no longer chatterd and that his color was returning.

Hearing Drakkon's offer of food, bath and a room Idrial turned to face him, and smiled. Returning to the village would be pointless as they would ned to make a return journy to the keep.

Staying here would make much more sence.. Rhys looked up at Drakkon with a childs trust and curiosity I would like ta stay .. and food sounds wonderful..

Idrial couldnt help but smile at the boy before looking at Drakkon and saying I thank you for your offer of a room here and we accept.. Our clothing if it is permissable could be dryed by the fire while we bathed and ate. she said bowing to Drakkon, and allowing him to lead the way.

She was curious as to why she and Rhys had been brought here to see Thorn while the others were left behind. Idrial had never been in this area before... perhaps this had more to do with the child than herself.. she had mearly become his self apointed protecter after the attack on Kent, unwilling to allow the boy to be used by anyone for their own gain.

They still had not discovered whom had attackd the village or why, and the way it was burned suggested something else had been at work other than the raiders in the area...

 

[AmenRa]

Occasionally laughter drifted up from the common room downstairs. Otherwise, all was quiet inside O'Bonn's room. He slept soundly, lulled to sleep by the quiet but heavy breathing of the majai-hi that lay sleeping on the floor next to the bed.

 

[Mantra]

Drakon led Idrial to a very simple room, little more than a smoothed out cave with a pile of bedding in one corner, a small table, chair and wash basin.

"Forgive your accomidations." Drakkon said. "We do not often entertain visitors here for long. It is not fancy, but it is clean. The fires inside the keep will keep your room warm even through the deepest of winter's chill. The dwarven masons who built it were quite skilled. In any case, I must meet with the Matriarch. I shall have someone light fires in the bathing room and have food delivered. The bathing room is just down the main hall."

And with that, Drakkon bowed slightly and stepped out of the room.

 

[LadyFairy]

Idrial smiled not minding that the room was not lavishly furnished in the least, and watched as Drakkon bowed giving her insturcitons on how to find the bathing hall and lead Rhys to another chamber.

Idrial removed her wepons and pack placing them carefully near her bed pulling out a cleaining cloth from her pack she cleaned her sword and bow keeping them in good repair before rising and making her way to the bathing chamber.

This room much like her own was simple carved from the rock of the mountian and heated in a simalar fasion with 2 hot springs and one cooler spring to bath in. One of the hot springs was sectioned off for couples to have privacy should they desire it.

There were also two rooms carved out of the rock one on each side of the room for male or female to change privetly if they wished. Idrial waited wondering if she was supposed to wait for anyone inparticular or if she could simply remove her clothing and enter the bath herself.

 

[Ravenloft]

Grell

"Greetings and may the holy blade of Tempus protect you." Grell called back in a calm voice not at all like one would expect to come from such a creature. As he guided Rock out of the young man's line of sight, Grell looked about, taking in the scene for himself. It was little more than snow tree's and sky. No majestic mount in the distance to grant excitement to the panorama... Perhaps it was the sky this winged one painted then, would make sense.

"Pardon, but is this your home? Or just an escape?" Grell asked as he drew up next to the lean-to. Rock pawed at the white earth cautiously, puffs of grey smoke coming from his nostrals. A simple pat on the side was enough to put the beast at complete ease though.

 

[LadyFairy]

After waiting about 10 min Idrial decided that it would be alright for her to slip into the bath on her own.

Stepping into one of the off rooms for changing she removed her studded brown leather armor, and found to her surprise some shelves carved out of the rock to hold bathing sand and soaps along with some towels.

Letting her hair down from its braid she picked up a bar of soap and wrapped a towel around her body before she made her way out from behind the rock. Not seeing anyone she removed the towel setting it near the edge of the hot spring along with the bar of soap before slowly stepping into the water.

Idrials long blueblack hair flowed around her body as she eased her way into a sitting position enjoying the feel of the hot steamy water against her skin. She closed her amber colored eyes relaxing only slightly listining to the sounds around her, and wondered how Rhys was fairing and new she would need to find him once she had finnished with her bath.

 

[Mystical Avalon]

Watching closley O'Bonn and Thelron dissapear out of the room, MOrrigan stood stock still. Waiting for this chance. She bade Leana to walk with her out into the night. The snow falling did not affect her they way it would others. She neither pulled her cloak closer for warmth nor did she sheild her head from the flakes. She stood just below the window that was O'Bonns and listened to the deep magical breathing of the majai-hi. Her need stirred within her and she knew she must feed. Turning to Leana she spoke.

"Old Mother, please forgeve me as I take a leave. It is with some curiosity that I must make haste into the growth that sits just beyond town. The evil that may be following the Drow may in fact recognize one of there own. Please forgive me" she said as she bowed to the witch.

Morrigann had spied the undergrowth as they entered the town. Summoning her powers, she fell to the wind and just over the rise. She rose above the town watching. Her own curiosity was peaked as she saw three men aproach the town. Fresh, she smelled them. Without warning, she swarmed down on the passing travelers. Listening to their screams brought about a new strength in Morrigann as she feasted upon the offering. Smiling her evil smile, from within her, the spell spilled out. Tranced, she said blessing for the blood she drank. She covered her body as she offered sacrifice. She screamed the shrill banshee cry of the wild as she tore into the flesh. Again, she became the evil she had long avoided. Having her fill, she turned again to the underbrush. Crawling deep within just as the morning began to invade her darkness, she again smiled. Her powers renewed, as she listened to the fear of the sleeping innocents around her, she slept for the first time, like the undead.

 

[blackopal19]

The town was dead. There was nothing for her here. The centuar looked back towards her homeland, and then back in the direction that the strange group had gone. She cursed herself, and angrily kicked at the ground. Something was pulling her back towards the group and she didn't know why. And that angered her.

She wheeled herself around and started out in a fast ground eating trot towards the village of the Dragon.

 

[AmenRa]

O'Bonn woke with a start. It was not quite daylight yet. His eyes searched the room, and his ears listened. What had awakened him?

The majai-hi was on all fours, his lips curled into a snarl, the bare of white fangs showing. A low, guttural growl issued forth from the Fay hound. O'Bonn gripped his scimitar tightly, and pulled his feet under him while still in the bed, ready to spring into action.

The window crashed, and something entered the room. O'Bonn pushed himself from the bed, rolling as his feet lightly touched the floor. A small, lithe shape had come through the window, and a blade was thrust into the bed. O'Bonn struck quickly, an arcing cut aimed at the figure's head. His strike was blocked, and he kicked out with his left foot, catching the thing in the midsection and knocking it off-balance. O'Bonn closed the distance and struck again, a quick, precise thrust with his scimitar to the creature's chest.

O'Bonn reached into his pack that was hung on a chair and removed two glow stones. He rubbed them together, and their soft lumenescence provided enough light to see what he had killed. It was human, or had been once. Ragged flesh covered visible, rotting bones. It was the work of a necromancer, he knew. A created assassin sent for him, or the others. For good measure, O'Bonn sliced off the zombie's head. He turned quickly, heading out his door to Thelron's, lest the Drow had also been attacked.

 

[Mantra]

Idrial relaxed in the pool, letting the chill and tension drain out of her, when suddenly, the hairs on the back of her neck stood. She turned and her heart lept into her throat as she came face to face with the herald's golden eyes not but a few inches from her own.
Even in dead silence, he had crept up next to her and was now perched on the very edge of the bool, crouched as if ready to spring to the attack. As Idrial shot backwards, the red- winged dragon man hissed at her, his eyes hard and suspicious.

"Why have you brought the Wolfen here?" He growled. "The one who fled confessed that he was hunting you....before he died. The Wolfen fear us and do not come here. Why do they seek your blood now?"

Before she could answer, Drakkon appeared in the doorway. He had changed his shirt for another equally lacy type, but addressed his comrade's question.

"Paitence Phalanx." Drakkon said. "No doubt she seeks such answers as well. Why else would she be here? Besides, the Matriarch is interested in her, both she and Reverend read omens in their scrying. She is special."

The herald stood and turned, stepping up nose to nose with Drakkon, who did not move an inch.
"I am not a paitent creature, such hesitation leads to death in battle." Phalanx snarled. "Nor do I share your pathetic sympathies for the lesser races."

Drakkon shrugged. "Not every encounter can end in bloodshed Phalanx. A pity you have never learned this lesson."

Phalanx's eyes narrowed. "And a pity you could never defeat me in said battles Drakkon. It might have saved you from selling yourself to these pathetic weakings."

There was a moment of tense silence. Idrial feared that there was a moment where the two would come to blows but Drakkon finally stepped back with a shrug.
"It does not matter what either of us think. The Matriarch wishes to see her...now."

 

[Devilgrl]

Hi if it's ok I'm gonna join this thread thanks

The Seeker (No oe knows nickname)
Human
looks about 30
class High mage
weight 123lbs
5'9"

His ears and eyes are covered with long blonde shaggy hair. Hey wears a tattered black robe and walks slowly. He carries a black staff of great power With on the left side a big silver blade and on the right a blood Red crystal that is pointed and is almost as big as the blade. He also carries a book of great power and insrciptions. He was banished from the High Mages no one knows why. He almost never smiles and wears no shoes.

he was told to find the half elf Idrial and join up with her this proving hard because he has never seen or herd of her until his book told him to he has been searching for just over a week and just bought a black Horse called Darkfire. He is a hardened warrior and a force to be reckoned with and was coming up to a villiage that had looked like it had been attacked.

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"Hmmm this looks intresting. sighing the seeker started to look for an inn. "Ahh theres a nice looking inn" he steered Blackfire into the stable payed the man then went to the inn. As he opened the door he knew this place was a good hotel knowing there wasn't a pub under it. "Hello are you the inn keeper" as he oproached a man behind the counter "I would like a place to stay a couple of nights".

"Sure" the man replied and led him to the room. "Take care there is a nice pub and resturaunt down the street"

The seeker layed back. WHat he was doing seemed idiotic why would the book tell him to find her. He didn't fucking know he damn the high mages. The high mages a corrupt group of mages who are powerful and found themselves a place in the Loradoarath empires government. Sure he was accepted and it seemed ok till he found out about the camps and what they tested on commoners. Those screams never to leave his head then Remus came up behind him. OOC:this is a memory encase you havn't caught on. "So you just had to come down here Thomas I always liked you but I can't let you tell the public I'm sorry".
"W-What Remus it is Gurith he has corupted you THIS IS WRONG".

"Thomas please this is for magic it is not wrong besides lets not think about this my old friend I never wanted to do this" he raised his hand.

"We've been friends since initiation REMUS LOOK AT THE GRAVES HUNDREDS OF THOUSANDS". Tom breethed coldly "no use is it" he said softly "Remus listten you know I'm more powerful I don't want to" he was cut short.

"SHUT UP I Will DO AS I WAS INSTRUCKTED AND I DON'T CARE HOW LONG WE HAVE BEEN FRIENDS Tom I need to do this"

"So be it IGNITIUM" a ball of fire erupted from the Seekers hands and left a pile of smoke and ash where Remus stood. "I-I-I'm sorry REmus You were my older brother please F-F-FORGIVE ME" The Seeker wept for a long time then stood up and ran from the high mage castle leaving a wake of destruction but the High Mages still exist and The Seeker is still hunted.

The Seeker did not catch himself until he Woke up screeming why. Forget that I have a mission Tom thought and wept for the loss of Remus

 

[IDreamofBunnies]

OOC: My dreams of never divulging (or having others divulge) my character's name may have been smashed to bits, but I'll just post something I wanted to do at some point.

Meanwhile in the "Dapper Goblin Meadhall" another fight had broken out. The bartender looked at his new bouncer who was busy drinking a stein.

"Hey you, aren't you going to do something about this or are you just going to sit there and drink?"

Max looked up, "Both boss-man, both. The miracle of mathematics is the number of things you can do in one day."

The warrior soon finished up his drink, hopped off his stool and picked it up. Max wasn't terribly qualified to be a bouncer, despite his great skill and strength, but then the bartender was about to learn that the hard way.

 

[LadyFairy]

"Why have you brought the Wolfen here?" He growled. "The one who fled confessed that he was hunting you....before he died. The Wolfen fear us and do not come here. Why do they seek your blood now?"

Idrial didnt know why the wolfmen were seeking her, nor did she like the fact that the Hearald had been able to get so close, and cursed the fact that she had given him the satisfaction of jumping away from him.

Her concentration was on the Hearlad and the fact that he looked about to pounce, she mentaly begain judging the distance between him and her clothing.

Remembering the dirk she had hidden in her boot, and debeting wether or not she could reach it before he killed her, and so she hadnt seen Drakkon appear. "Paitence Phalanx." Drakkon said. "No doubt she seeks such answers as well. Why else would she be here? Besides, the Matriarch is interested in her, both she and Reverend read omens in their scrying. She is special."

She watched as the herald stood and turned, stepping up nose to nose with Drakkon, who did not move. "I am not a paitent creature, such hesitation leads to death in battle." Phalanx snarled. "Nor do I share your pathetic sympathies for the lesser races."

Drakkon shrugged. "Not every encounter can end in bloodshed Phalanx. A pity you have never learned this lesson."

Phalanx's eyes narrowed. "And a pity you could never defeat me in said battles Drakkon. It might have saved you from selling yourself to these pathetic weakings."

As they argued Idrial slowly stood making no sound even as the water slowly slid off of her body. The hearlds insults flowing off of her bothering her no more than what the water its self did. She agreed with Drakkons opinion but refraied from speaking not wishing to draw Phalans's attention back to herself.

For a moment she truly thought they would come to blows and she did not want to be caught in the middle, but stopped staying where she was as Drakkon stepped back shrugging his sholders and said"It does not matter what either of us think. The Matriarch wishes to see her...now."

Idrial watched as Phalanx's left the chamber, and Drakkon turned to face her it was then that she noticed he had changed his shirt this one too had lace framing the v- cut and at the bottom of the sleeves. Aside from his confrentation with Phalanx he looked more at ease with his surroundings.

Reolizing that she was stairing and standing infront of him nude Idrial calmly moved to the edge of the pool and picked up the towel to cover herself, and stepped from the pool. I am sorry if i kept you or Thorn waiting.. i had not ment to do so. Is Rhys well i know he was extreamly cold when we entered the keep.

 

[Mystical Avalon]

Morrigann uttered a strangeled cry as the head of the zombie was severed. She felt anger well up inside her and feed her evilness. She would have the pouch of the healer. The Warrior may carry it now, but she would have it come death or what may. The Drow would make it more easy to take. For, reading O'Bonn, he was always a protector of those in his company. That was the only way she could. She could bring the healers magic to the way of the undead. The power she could hold would be enough.

Nothing would stop her she thought as she sank deeper into the darkness of the undergrowth. Her ony fear, the sunlight.

 

[Screech]

It had been some time since Garfield had seen the group dissappear into a fortress some distance ahead. It was starting to occur to him that they wern't going to come out again any time soon. Now that didn't really annoy him, in fact it gave him a sense of releif for, if they were responsable for the death of the wolves, just how l ong would he last if they noticed his presence?

Just to be on the safe side, he reasoned, he would travel to the local town. There was one not too far from here and, thanks to the guidence of his god, he had a very good idea of where to go. He had no idea of it's name, but there would probably be some rich, fat trader on the way that he could rob. What would be even better is if that self same trader had food on him. No. Not really neccissary. The trader could become food.

His mood brightned by thaughts of shiney things and meat, Garfield set off at a fast pace towards his destination

 

[Mantra]

"Greetings and may the holy blade of Tempus protect you." Grell called back in a calm voice not at all like one would expect to come from such a creature.
"Pardon, but is this your home? Or just an escape?" Grell asked as he drew up next to the lean-to. Rock pawed at the white earth cautiously, puffs of grey smoke coming from his nostrals. A simple pat on the side was enough to put the beast at complete ease though.

The youth smiled broadly as he continued to paint. "Both and neither." he began. "This is where I live but it is not my home, yet even if I wished to escape it, I cannot escape it for my duty lies in my heart, my soul and blood."

He set the brush down and looked to Grell. "I am called Reverend by some, I am the spriritual guide here. If you mean no malice, then may the wisdom and strength of dragonkind be with you. Might I ask your name and purpose here?"

 

[AmenRa]

O'Bonn quieted his steps, moving slowly. His sensitive ears picked up the laughting and boisterous patrons in the inn's tavern below. He heard the whispering of lovers in a room beside him. He heard the panting breathing of the majai-hi as the hound padded silently beside him.

The High Warrior's danger sense was on high. The necromancer's agent that he killed had surely not come alone. He neared the door to Thelron's room, stopping as he placed his hand on the door handle. He listened.

 

[Mantra]

I am sorry if i kept you or Thorn waiting.. I had not ment to do so. Is Rhys well? I know he was extreamly cold when we entered the keep.

Drakkon glared after Phalanx, his face dark with anger and grief, but her recovered quickly as he was addressed. He did not seem concerned with Idrial's nudity, but did turn away to allow her some measure of privacy.
"The boy-child is safe and well. In fact, he managed to find his way down to the Matriarch on his own. He is there now and we can visit as soon as you are ready to do so."

 

[blackopal19]

Gabriele followed the human's road for the easiest travel, although she detested it. SHe could see the lights of the village in the near distance, and she slowed herself to a walk. She was tired, and liable to be cranky. She ddin't want to be here, didn't necessarily need to be here. She could have easily gone to a centuars hidden village to get what she needed, but something powerful was drawing her here.

There was a nomadic band outside of the village. Their broken down tents were lit by firelight and out of tune music could be heard playing from somewhere in the camp. Since it was night she did not draw as much attention, as she sounded just like a horse passing. She shivered. Nomads were not known for tolerance towards her kind.

Then she was at the gates of the village. She called to the gatekeeper, who let her in, momentarily stunned by what she was. It must have been a while since the last centuar walked through the gate. She took a deep breath and stepped into the village.

 

[Screech]

Garfield, making best pace, soon arrived at the human village. It's large walls were patrolled by guards, and a couple stood at the gate closest to him. What were the chances of them letting a Lycan within the city walls? Very slim, he thaught. Luckilly, with the aid of his magikk, he could pass for human.

Weaving a spell of concealment about him, his image shifted into that of a young paladin, albeit with no crest or identification of what god he faught for. Taking a deep breath, and hoping the illusion would hold, he walked up to the gate and asked permission to enter.

The guard nodded his head and allowed Garfield to enter the village. Moving inside, he quickly found his way into a darkened alley and let his assumed image drop. As it was dark, no-one saw the handsome paladin shift into the armoured warewolf.

 

[Mantra]

His name, as the non-dragons knew it, was LoreKeeper. He was older than many, but not nearly as old as the Matriarch. He looked like a male human, although this was not his true shape. Like his compatriots who lived here, he had the same golden eyes and his wings were deep brown. Also a pair of gazelle-type horns sprouted from his forhead, reaching above his salt and pepper hair. A pair of brass rimmed glasses sat on his face as he went about his buisness.

At the moment, he was staring into a basin of melted snow water. A number of images flickered and rippled across the surface of the basin and LoreKepper did not particuarilly like what he saw.
"Yes yes yes." he muttered to himself. "But what does this all mean?"
He dropped to his knees, drawing strange and arcane symbols in the dirt around the basin. He finished after a few minutes and stood up, reaching into a tiny sack and sprinkling a bit of gold dust over the runes. The symbols began to glow deep gold, then blue and finally red. The basin followed suit, changing colors in time with the runes. Finally, the water froze over, and an eerie voice whispered out from the ice.

Evil comes and Villainy brings,
Darkness comes on Dragon’s Wings

Fueled by Rage and an Age-old War,
Seeking to tip the Scales forevermore.

Of two Bloods where now one Stands,
Holds the fate of Worlds within their Hands.

The ice vaporized as the words faded, ending the spell. LoreKeeper cocked his head, contemplating what had just happened. Finally, the runes, now blackened from the ritual, began to break apart, moving around and reconnecting until a single word stared up at LoreKeeper.

DreamWeaver

LoreKeeper ran from the sanctum, down to see the Matriarch.

 

[LadyFairy]

Idrial nodded and smiled Rhys seemed to be a very clever boy, and she found that she was taking some pride in his actions...Shaking herself she stepped into the room placing the soap back on its shelf.

She towel dryed her hair, and dressed as quickly as possable, not wishing to keep the Matriarch waiting any longer and pleased that even in the short amount of time she had bathed her clothing was indeed dry.

Stepping from the room she joined Drakkon following him down that hall twards the Matriarch.. She had left her wepons in her room for a reasion she did not want to offend any one the only weopn she kept on her was the dagger she had in her boot and would give it up if asked but with Phalanx's attidude she didnt want to take chances there were probably others who felt as he did.

Idrial walked quietly next to Drakkon there were sevral questions she wanted to ask but kept silent remembering that in turn he would ask questions about her, and tho she liked him alot it was not yet time to share their pasts.

 

[AmenRa]

O'Bonn's Elven ears heard nothing but the Drow's quiet breathing in sleep. He moved away from the door and returned to his room. He began to gather his things, his bow and arrow quiver, and the book of the Healer.

The majai-hi looked at him with his head cocked to the side. "To Thorn we go. She will have answers to this," he said, indicating the headless body of the zombie assassin. The Fay hound looked at the corpse, then back to O'Bonn and gave a small whine. The silvery-white furred dog then turned a small circle and gave a yelp.

"It is the work of a necromancer, of this I am sure. Thus, it ties with the man-child. And, yes, my friend, I too do not like this thing. It is un-natural and evil. No evil can be trusted," he finished.

The majai-hi whined again. An image of Morrigann appeared in O'Bonn's mind. The High Elf nodded. "Yes, I helped her. She did ask with a pure heart." Another whine. "Perhaps," he answered, "I was in error. However, now we can not dwell upon such. We must go to the Keep and speak with Thorn. Idrial knows not of this. Only Thorn and her kind can see into the future, and only such can tell us more of this prophecy and our part in it. These things, my friend, even the Fay can not know."

O'Bonn scrawled a note on a piece of parchment, sealed it in an envelope, and placed it upon his door for the Drow to read. Then he and the majai-hi left the inn and headed towards the village gate. He stopped in mid-stride, as he saw a centaur with whom he had some acquaintance.

"Greetings and blessings upon you, Daughter Of The Horse," O'Bonn called to her as he bowed. The Fay hound edged close to her, and sniffed her, and knew her of the fields and forest. The dog then sat, and he looked up at Gabriele, as if he was expecting her to sing a song or tell a story. O'Bonn watched the dog with some amusement, then began to search his pockets and pack for some gift to give to her. It was customary in most centaur villages he had been in to present a token of friendship. Most of the centaurs he knew were skilled warriors, and he was not sure how she would accept the offer of an Elven arrow.