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by ~Supernatural Life~ » Thu Dec 02, 2010 5:01 am
LessThanThree wrote:DiamondAncient wrote:(( We can start now ^^ ))
{{I'd rather wait for Unknown's word, seeing as it is her roleplay :3 I'm actually really looking forward to this, especially as most semi literate roleplayers have moved on from dragons. Myself? I've loved dragons all my life, always will. Plus it doesn't help that I literally have a drawer-full of sketches of them! Might upload...too sketchy, plus most are done in biro :3}}
(( Okay. ^^ And cool, I have a lot of dragon sketches aswell!! But I won't upload them, cuz I can't get them from the phone to the comuter.. Old junk, what can I say? xD ))
"At the foot of Mount Tibor, surrounded and outnumbered,
the Order's only chance lay in this sword - the Runeblade.
The weapon was borne by the warrior Heron, and the dragon, Arokh.
As the armies clashed, Navaros entered a mystic trance,
drawing power for a massive spell of destruction.
With the stolen strength of his dragon's soul,
Navaros had grown far mightier than any mage before him.
As the words of destruction rose to his lips,
a lone dragon came shrieking from the clouds,
weaving amidst the streams of lightning and fire that flooded the sky.
On Arokh's back, Heron gripped the Runeblade in both hands,
and with one final cry,
drove it deep into Navaros' blackened heart.
All sound went silent somehow, in the moment of the act.
The tremendous forces Navaros had summoned were unleashed without direction.
The clash of swords was heard no longer, and blackness hung over the field.
When at last the smoke cleared, the two great armies lay decimated.
Where Navaros had stood, a wound-like rip had been torn in the very fabric of space.
In the smouldering crater below, Heron lay dead, the Runeblade broken in two at his side.
In that blackened pit, only the dragon Arokh still clung to life..."Legend of the Order of the Flame,
of Arokh the Hero
and Heron the Mighty Rider
of how they saved the world of Drakan...
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by ωιитєяfℓу » Fri Dec 03, 2010 4:50 am
((Ah! Sorry guys! Life's been kinda hectic right now, but I'll start now.))
Lithium looked over her school from the side of the mountain. It looked fine, the students were all gathering in the courtyard. Today would be the day they found out their mentors! It would be great to finally see them all training, though there were only few. Soon there would be more, many more, and then they would go onto help Eragon. Her eyes narrowed slightly. The memory of Galbatorix always did that to her.
Beside her, Othra spoke to her. We had better get down there. you're the Head remember? He shuffled his wings as Lithium obeyed him, and then took off with a blast of air. The two of them soared close to the ground, then as they came closer to the group Lithium jumped down before Othra went into loop. He came to settle beside her as she moved forward.
"Welcome young riders! A new age has begun; and to make this age happy, the riders must be stronger and wiser." Lithium's voice rang out proudly as she walked back and forth in front of them. "And to make the riders wiser, we have created this school. Each of you will be expected to work hard, and to treat your dragons with respect. Understood?" Othra's deep voice echoed in their minds, Remember, we chose you.
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by ~Supernatural Life~ » Fri Dec 03, 2010 5:44 am
(( Who will Rynn train? ))
Rynn went out to see a whole bunch of young dragon riders that are willing to become stronger and wiser to help Eragon. She sighed with a smile and looked up to see her dragon, Arokh. He landed beside her and he petted his side "Time to have your horns pulled again." Rynn teased. "Oh, right. I know." Arokh laughed as he tilted his head. Rynn got on his back and they went to the others along with the other teachers.
"At the foot of Mount Tibor, surrounded and outnumbered,
the Order's only chance lay in this sword - the Runeblade.
The weapon was borne by the warrior Heron, and the dragon, Arokh.
As the armies clashed, Navaros entered a mystic trance,
drawing power for a massive spell of destruction.
With the stolen strength of his dragon's soul,
Navaros had grown far mightier than any mage before him.
As the words of destruction rose to his lips,
a lone dragon came shrieking from the clouds,
weaving amidst the streams of lightning and fire that flooded the sky.
On Arokh's back, Heron gripped the Runeblade in both hands,
and with one final cry,
drove it deep into Navaros' blackened heart.
All sound went silent somehow, in the moment of the act.
The tremendous forces Navaros had summoned were unleashed without direction.
The clash of swords was heard no longer, and blackness hung over the field.
When at last the smoke cleared, the two great armies lay decimated.
Where Navaros had stood, a wound-like rip had been torn in the very fabric of space.
In the smouldering crater below, Heron lay dead, the Runeblade broken in two at his side.
In that blackened pit, only the dragon Arokh still clung to life..."Legend of the Order of the Flame,
of Arokh the Hero
and Heron the Mighty Rider
of how they saved the world of Drakan...
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by Kites » Fri Dec 03, 2010 6:08 am
Tamesis Knott was leaning against a tree, the croud of awaiting students in his sights. His arms were crossed, his dark green eyes surveying them. A crimson sword hilt was visible at his waist, the large gem glinting slightly from the sunlight that shone down on him. He watched Lithium approach the new students, and sighed. Its going to be a long day, he thought as he started to walk towards the group. Stopping at Lithiums side, he stood with his feet apart and his arms behind his back. He was a large man, standing at 6ft4 with defined muslces. His dark hair fell on his face slightly, stubble shadowing his jaw. On his neck, the beginnings of the scar that ran from his neck to his waist was visible. The story behind it was captivating, but he wasn't one for spilling secrets. His green eyes flicked to Othra for a second, watching the deep blue scaled dragon. He had known Othra and Lithium for many years, close to a century now.
Tamesis... rang a deep voice in his head.
Caderyn Tamesis replied, his eyes flickering to the sky to his left where the huge blood red dragon was visible. His wings were huge, as was his bulk. His lack of flexibility and speed in battle was made up for in brute strength. With a loud thud that made the ground shake ever so slightly, Caderyn landed next to Tamesis, his blood red eyes surveying the group below him. Chuckling under his breath, Tamesis patted Caderyns front leg. Show off.
Morgan stood ridgedly, drinking in every word that Lithium said. Beside her, Ziva was snapping at a butterfly that was flapping around the iridescant dragons head. 6ft high, and 11ft long, Ziva was still growing, yet her scale colour was what stood out. Reflecting the light, the colour seemed to change depending on what angle you viewed it. Over excitable, she growled and swiped at the butterfly, accidentally hitting it. Falling to the ground as if in slow motion, Ziva dived after it, and caught it in the clawed hands. While speed and agility made up for her lack in strength, it was still a useful factor. She could carry Morgan for flights, but not for longer than an hour, two tops. However, she was getting stronger every day, the flight times growing slowly.
Ziva please calm down thought Morgan to her friend, a small smile twitching at the corners of her lips. Morgan felt...out of place. From what she could tell, she was one of the oldest at 17. She didn't care though, for she had delayed her training to allow Ziva some time to grow. Morgan tucked a strand of hair behind her ear as her eyes fell on Tamesis. She looked him up and down. He was a mysterious man. Man, yes. He may look like an elf, but rumours had told her that he used to be a human. She took a step back as Caderyn landed, her eyes flickering upwards to the large crimson dragon. He was so imtimidating she thought to herself. But she knew his weakness. Between self training with Ziva, she had researched all she could about her trainers. However, when it came to Tamesis and Caderyn, they were a mystery. She knew that Caderyn greatly lacked in agility and flexibility due to his large bulk, Tamesis...well she had never seen him fight apart from one occasion. She remembered it clearly. The night she had gone out with Ziva to practice flying. They had flown over the moonlit lake, to find Tamesis practicing alone. She only saw a second of his fighting, for he had looked up almost instantly, knocked an arrow, and had fired it directly at Ziva, piercing her wing. After growing up with the elves, she had known enough magic to heal Ziva mid-flight, but when she had looked back at Tamesis, he was gone.
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by ~Supernatural Life~ » Fri Dec 03, 2010 6:17 am
Arokh eyed up the dragon that landed, but tilted his head away and didn't mind it after 2 seconds. He ignored how the dragon showed off and looked at the hatchlings that stood put to their young riders. He sighed with a light smile "Ah, how they used to tease me..." he thought as he remembered his last lession.. What can you say, all they want is to have fun and learn. He looked back at Rynn, then at the crowd. Rynn was unable to wait. Her only chore was to teach the young riders the best she had learned throughout the years. Her eyes became motionless as she had a memory vision of her burnt village and dead family. She shook that memory off and looked at the young riders, willing to learn. She smiled as she knew how to help them find the real warrior in them and help them ride bare-back, connect dragon+rider's soul and she knew that it was the main thing they needed to survive in battles on dragon's back. She sighed and waited patiently until the lessions would start.
"At the foot of Mount Tibor, surrounded and outnumbered,
the Order's only chance lay in this sword - the Runeblade.
The weapon was borne by the warrior Heron, and the dragon, Arokh.
As the armies clashed, Navaros entered a mystic trance,
drawing power for a massive spell of destruction.
With the stolen strength of his dragon's soul,
Navaros had grown far mightier than any mage before him.
As the words of destruction rose to his lips,
a lone dragon came shrieking from the clouds,
weaving amidst the streams of lightning and fire that flooded the sky.
On Arokh's back, Heron gripped the Runeblade in both hands,
and with one final cry,
drove it deep into Navaros' blackened heart.
All sound went silent somehow, in the moment of the act.
The tremendous forces Navaros had summoned were unleashed without direction.
The clash of swords was heard no longer, and blackness hung over the field.
When at last the smoke cleared, the two great armies lay decimated.
Where Navaros had stood, a wound-like rip had been torn in the very fabric of space.
In the smouldering crater below, Heron lay dead, the Runeblade broken in two at his side.
In that blackened pit, only the dragon Arokh still clung to life..."Legend of the Order of the Flame,
of Arokh the Hero
and Heron the Mighty Rider
of how they saved the world of Drakan...
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by ~Supernatural Life~ » Fri Dec 03, 2010 6:35 am
(( I'm okay. ^^ Just saying. What charries do you control? Or you are joining right now? ))
"At the foot of Mount Tibor, surrounded and outnumbered,
the Order's only chance lay in this sword - the Runeblade.
The weapon was borne by the warrior Heron, and the dragon, Arokh.
As the armies clashed, Navaros entered a mystic trance,
drawing power for a massive spell of destruction.
With the stolen strength of his dragon's soul,
Navaros had grown far mightier than any mage before him.
As the words of destruction rose to his lips,
a lone dragon came shrieking from the clouds,
weaving amidst the streams of lightning and fire that flooded the sky.
On Arokh's back, Heron gripped the Runeblade in both hands,
and with one final cry,
drove it deep into Navaros' blackened heart.
All sound went silent somehow, in the moment of the act.
The tremendous forces Navaros had summoned were unleashed without direction.
The clash of swords was heard no longer, and blackness hung over the field.
When at last the smoke cleared, the two great armies lay decimated.
Where Navaros had stood, a wound-like rip had been torn in the very fabric of space.
In the smouldering crater below, Heron lay dead, the Runeblade broken in two at his side.
In that blackened pit, only the dragon Arokh still clung to life..."Legend of the Order of the Flame,
of Arokh the Hero
and Heron the Mighty Rider
of how they saved the world of Drakan...
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by ωιитєяfℓу » Fri Dec 03, 2010 10:49 am
((Yes, you can reserve a character.))
Lithium glanced around at Tamesis, and shook his hand. There was a playful glint in her eyes, though the rest of her body was tense. She turned to look at those around her, and called to the riders in front of her. Nice of you to join us. Lithium told her two friends, Rynn and Tamesis, though she was smirking slightly. Othra chuckled deep in his throat, and she turned to face the new riders.
"Rynn, you will teach Sonja and her dragon, Evangeline. Sonja and Evangeline seem to know nothing, so they will need a good teacher. Rynn, don't be afraid to come to us for help. Tamesis, I trust the training of both Opal and his dragon Tia, and Morgan and her dragon Ziva to you. Opal is already far into his training as he began training with the late Oromis and his dragon Glaedr. I trust that he will help teach the basics to Morgan, but then continue his own training as well." Lithium called out before turning to go. "Oh, and I will teach young Orvin and Adraes. Just until they have caught up with everyone." Othra spoke quietly in Orvin's mind, Lithium is quite kind, though she is still looking for her friend. Be aware of her disappearances, though I will not go with her.
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Opal stood impatiently at the back of the small group of students. His dragon, Tia, chided him quietly, though he didn't listen. She stood up quite tall as Lithium spoke their names, and bowed her head with grief at the mention of Oromis. It would take a while to get over the loss of their old mentor.
((Opal is a new character of mine, his form is already on the front page.))
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by Wildmagic_warrior » Fri Dec 03, 2010 1:38 pm
Sonja Wende looked at Lithium and gritted her teeth, not sure if she was kidding or not. I know some things, she thought. Maybe not a lot about Dragon Riding, but I'm not stupid. I've lived besides the Hadarac desert all my life. I know how to survive, and that's something. She placed a hand on Evangeline's small lizard-like head, rubbing her stubby silver horns with her thumb. The small dragon's young, soft voice echoed in her mind. Even if she's not kidding, she may be right. We are both very, very young. From her point of view, perhaps we do indeed know nothing. Sonja sent her thoughts back, saying. That doesn't mean I have to like what she says. Evangeline grinned slightly, exposing pointed silver fangs. True indeed. The tall girl flicked her golden-brown braid back over her shoulder and cast her dark brown eyes over the group. They were a motley collection, not yet much of a fighting force.
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by mirth » Fri Dec 03, 2010 3:42 pm
It was a little intimidating to see the teachers wth their large dragons and other fellow students with dragons of a considerably larger size than Deron. No, more than intimidating, it's was frightening. The small boy trembled meekly in Adraes's shadow, the dragon having grown taller than him in one month than the boy had managed in nine years.
In Deron's fear his dragon stood tall and fierce, though he was still small compared to the elder dragons. With great protectiveness towards his Rider, he projected confidence and comfort to him. The boy cowered closer, turning to hide his face in Adraes's shoulder when Lithium called his name.
Then a deep, but quiet, voice, plainly male, sounded in his head. Deron's gaze snapped towards the enormous dragon Othra, eyes wide. "... Y-Yes, Master." He mumbled softly. He wasn't sure if his voice had even been loud enough to hear, but such a large creature deserved the respect of being answered when he spoke.
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