The Time Of The Dragons Has Returned Medieval Fantasy RP

[loyal]

"Numbers don't do anything." Wolf whispered from the shadows, allowing herself to be seen. "With his power, he is nearly invincible. Believe me. He is also way hard to fight. Have you seen me practicing? He calls that prancing around. And it isn't like any of us can fly."

[blue_dun]

Constantine jumped a little, but was able to hold on to his quick-response ability. "Well, we can try, can't we? I mean, if we all work together..."
He had always been an optimist, right now he knew it directly conflicted with Wolf's pessimistic one. But he wasn't ready to give up quite yet. There was a sliver of chance, it might be small, but it was there, that they could defeat this guy.

Constantine Flyght, you were never meant to live." The dark voice rippled through the shadows, and Con barely had time to dodge another lightning- quick sword strike. So far the young lad of ten had been able to avoid getting killed, but he was also getting very, very tired.
Suddenly Con's hand felt a sword at his hip. With a battle roar, he pulled it out, a yell at his lips. It wtopped the other guy's sword cold. It filled him with new energy. Constantine was able to defend himself against the other guy's onslaught to a draw.

"I've battled him to a draw before." He insisted to Wolf.

[loyal]

"A draw?" Wolf asked. "You must have either serious skill, or he wasn't as good as he was when he last fought me, or he was nice. I can hardly survive a fight with him, and the closest I got to beating him was..." She shut her mouth closed with a snap. No more talking. Stop it Wolf. NO more.

[Pengu.]

Kalia was thinking of what Con and Wolf had been talking about. She could hear their conversation through the tents thin walls. Kalia knew hat she had to do. She had to go back, to where it all had started. Kalia ran from the tent and gathered her supplies, She put Tiral's saddle and he pack onto his back. For her, it had started in the city. Maybe someone there would remember something.
Tiral didnt like what Kalia was thinking, but he was her dragon. He would go where she did. It was his duty. "Shouldnt you have someone go with you?"

[f e a r l e s s]

"We cannot defeat him alone but together we can. We are riders and riders have powers. We can attack at night, Wolf will have an advantage then. And I just need paper and charcoal. Con, you can control fire! We can not listen to the dark words that haunt our sleep telling us we can't do it! We are riders, dragon riders!" when aragon said this something strange happened. His hand felt warm. When he looked down his dragon shaped scar was giving off a dim, red light. "What the heck is going on?"

[f e a r l e s s]

Anyone on?))

[Pengu.]

"Well, I cant wait any longer. I am going to the city where I was born. Mabe someone there remembers something that I cant. There is where I am finding my answers. Dont try to stop me. Any of you." Kalia jumped up onto Tiral's back.

[f e a r l e s s]

"fine, well we will see you soon." he said with a sigh. They needed as many riders as they could get, not ones going away. This had happened often. A rider would come, stay for a day then leave to go back to the place they were born and then die.

[Pengu.]

"I will come back alive, you can be sure of that. Besides, Iam sure Zaphira can comtack Tiral. We will stay in touch."

[Pengu.]

{I have a great story planned concerning the riders and the evil guy. Its long so I broke it up into multple posts. I wanted to wait untul all of us are on and we do need more members eventually. Its so good I cant wait! Ugh its so hard not to post it now...cant wait. Its really interesting.}