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Innistrad, a Gothic 18th century plane, plagued with horrors and
governed by an eldritch moon. The seasons wax and wane accord
ing to the moon and the monsters of Innistrad bow to nothing els
e. A Lithomancer with a vendetta has summoned the Titan of Cor
ruption, Emrakul, the largest and most fearsome of the Eldrazi.S
he does not affect inorganic matter - rocks, water, etc. - but twi
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The Church of Avacyn, their archangel of the same name defeate
d, have turned to every corner of Innistrad for help to overcome
the approaching threat. From the isolated corners of Geiers Reac
h the dragons have substituted their own young to ensure the leg
acy of their future kin. Everywhere from local towns to different
planes journeymen, bounty hunters and those with mana in their
blood gather under Emrakul's brewing madness. Fortified with th
e gifts from the dragons' pact, forward step six heroes of the peo
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The Church of Avacyn: the religious body that governs humanity
on Innistrad. It worshipped Avacyn the archangel but since her p
assing has been grappling to control the distemper and fear in t
he streets. Their prayers of worship and sacred symbols can no l
onger keep the werewolves from town or the vampires cornering
travelling merchants. They bartered the kingdom Thraben's mon
ey with the dragons to acquire the eggs which have now hatched
and operate with the riders. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

Archangel Avacyn: an angel created by the vampire Sorin Markov
to protect Innistrad in his absence. She stood to protect all that
was good and benevolent but was imprisoned in the Helavault.C
orrupted upon release,Avacyn began to purge the humans of Inn
istrad in blind madness. From various dimensions, planeswalkers
including Sorin, returned and slew her to stop her campaign. Wi
th her presence gone Innistrad has no force of good repelling the
creatures of darkness and those of madness that Emrakul's influe
nce has manifested. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx..

Innistrad Moon: an entity which rules Innistrad and its seasons. W
ise astronomers believe the moon is a vast desert made ​​of pure s
ilver, and all the silver in Innistrad comes from the moon. The Ha
rvest Moon represents autumn in Innistrad,a huge orange/red blo
od moon hanging in the night sky. The days are much shorter, the
weather cools with the passing of days and the woods are full of
vibrant colors. The Hunter's Moon represents the middle of the w
inter in Innistrad. The cold air never leaves and the apex of the s
un remains always on the horizon. This is the longest season of th
e plane and is the time when food is scarce. The New Moon is the
closest to the spring in Innistrad but in turn the shortest of all.Th
e days are longer and the sun is shining, though still pale in comp
arison to other planes. Forests grow and revitalize, perhaps for th
at, all human beings consider this stage of the Moon as the "new l
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Postby cheshire. » Sat Dec 05, 2020 9:54 pm

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005 disable signature. 006 discord is mandatory. 007
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Postby cheshire. » Sat Dec 05, 2020 10:06 pm

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The Disciple of Heliud;
The Order of Heliud is a religious organization that expanded ac
ross numerous planes. It strives to bring β€œharmony, protection,a
nd law to the Multiverse". This rider wields heiromancy and uses
their protective power to enforce order or suppress the abilities
of others. They were contacted when young by a sect in the Ord
er and trained for military purposes if ever called upon in Innistr
ad. Upon hatching their egg this riders benevolent alignment inf
luenced their dragon to prey specifically upon 'unholy' entities,v
ampires, werewolves, witches, etc. Their dragon has evolved int
o a Moonveil Dragon, named for their shimmering wings that refl
ect moonlight, which are considered good omens when seen. xx.
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The Scale-forged,
This rider comes from a small town trapped between veiled mou
ntains and eerie swamps. Stensia is the most unexplored of Innis
trad's land but is the most inhabited location to find dragons.A h
unting trip discovered an aged dragon assailed by Church followe
rs demanding payment to fight Emrakul's approach. Old and with
but a single egg left to be laid inside her,the dragon spared her e
gg from sacrifice to the Church of Avacyn, instead bartering to im
bue the unsuspecting rider's soul with their dragonic power cultiv
ated over eons. Unwillingly brokered into the deal the rider was l
eft with the ability to transform into a dragon and was subsequen
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The Vampiric Operative;
Vampire societies are numerous and vast throughout Innistrad &
with Emrakul's power threatening to annihilate the plane it was
no surprise the church reached out to the vampires for help.The
house of Falkenrath has fallen to madness, transforming into be
asts and so the oldest house, Markov, has nominated its 'younges
t' heir.With a hereditary talent for psychic magic this rider can r
ead the minds of others and control those with less mana to the
ir will. They have heightened speed, strength, longevity and sen
ses. Capable of summoning minor fiends and manipulating magic
into tangible weapons they can command their own battlefield f
rom the back of their dragon. The Church has hired the Markov d
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The Planeswalker;
This rider is capable of walking across different planes and serv
ed as a pupil in the land of Tolaria at a renown wizarding and m
age academy. Having worked alongside some of the strongest m
ages and planewalkers of their time they can wield all elementa
l magic and their dragon's fire can be made to reflect each elem
ent.Planeswalkers play a hand in the fate of many planes and th
is rider sees this as another contracted job for completion mean
ing when its over they will depart,unable to take their dragon w
ith them when they planeswalk. As a result they are working wit
h the Artificer to replace their dragon's flesh with mechanical pi
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The Artificer;
An experimentalist above all else this Artificer was recruited by
the church for their powerful creations and ability to invent on t
he spot. Capable of replacing flesh with mechanical and bio-mec
hanical materials this rider themselves are not entirely human as
they are machine, their own body a weapon with limbs capable o
f transforming. They wield magic that pulls raw materials from it
ems around them and reshapes them into their inventions. Capab
le of saving and healing others with their profession. This rider w
orks with the Planeswalker in an underlying experiment to alter t
he latter's dragon into a sentient machine capable of planeswalki
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The Unholy Angel,
From the Church of Avacyn themselves this angel has turned fro
m the holy path and become a destructive dragon rider. Having
'fallen from grace' their mana has weaved with Emrakul's corrup
ted magic and become dark, maddened arcana. The Church reg
ards them with reluctant cooperation and has employed them in
the past as a bounty and monster hunter. They can send creatur
es into madness, sleep, paralysis and Emrakul's influence has gra
nted them an alternate demonic form which is prone to possessi
on of its host when the caster's alignment becomes unsteady. Th
eir angelic blood gives them powerful air manipulation that can
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      γ€Œπ€πŽππ€ 𝐀𝐄𝐑𝐇𝐀𝐔𝐒」-────────────────────
      XX-archetype: the planeswalker!! statistics: β™‚, twenty-four, chaotic neutral!! dragon: panzerchic!! tags: everyone!! words: 4,804!!
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      β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž To be able to create was a skill most humans acquired through evolutionary thinking; but to create brilliance and invent that which man has never known was something different. Now, Aoba was no artificer, but the arcana flooding his veins progressed natural genius into the form of a master crafter. In order to be one who fights the evils of the world, he needed the very best to win. Shortly after partaking into the career he now followed, Aoba had learned that waiting for others was not enough, he had to be able to make what he needed on his own.
      β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž The dim blue flames that breathed with every pump of the bellows revealed in dim morning light the blue flames signature to when Aoba was at work. His forge was nestled comfortably near his headquarters of the island. The island itself? Only a mere glance and a trained eye could tell magic altered the entirety of the land. Aoba had fled the Church, the drab architecture of Innistrad's culture and isolated himself near a archipelago for his training years. For those who seek them, the unnatural landscapes and private gardens would evoke a sense of wonder; intimate and enigmatic, restorative and energising, a place of solace in a gothic world ruled by oppressive fear. He'd transformed the flora into natives of his home plane, luscious figs and olives in full growth. The labours of the trees never rot nor fail the year round, the air so soft that a new crop ripens before the last has fallen to the soil. In the furthest parts before the grass blades whittle away into the sand of the coast, beautifully arranged flower beds that bloom eternal lay endlessly. The island, a fertile cultivated paradise, bore testament to the devastating potential its creator had. He rarely invited a stranger near for to give them evidence of his strength was to give them information about his weaknesses and the replica of his homeland was a horribly obvious clue to one who knew of it.
      β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž And there, perched in a northern position and perched on rocky coastal promontories lay the home lodge of the mage. Visible first by a trio of towers that were connected with pillared colonnades and hanging gardens, centered by a compressed palace of a building; his home reflected his dreams of Dominarian antiquity. Valuable marble walls were hidden behind years of creeping ivy but when the evening sun arrived a magnesium-flare quality lit ablaze the revealed white marble and created a light show unique to Aoba's getaway. Below and creviced away in the foreland's skeleton was the forge which began to breathe a little slower as the crafter within completed his work. The night's chill had done little to regulate the temperature of the forge as he had worked away through the moon's journey across the sky, leaving him shirtless and his skin smeared in grease. A mage, not a blacksmith or an artificer, meant Aoba was not fond of the forge and his lean body hunched with exhaustion. Where one was expecting an attractive, half-bare expert of the furnace one was greeted by Aoba's lanky exterior marred with the ugly scarring of his encounter with lightning. Not exactly a picture of planeswalker perfection. Just outside the blue flames of the forge lay his partner, Panzerchic, and the early bird caught the worm, the dragon lifting her head up to reach the first rays of the sun as it cast itself down onto the cliffside. First from her nose and finishing with her claws, the dawn's brilliance lit Panzerchic's scales aflame under their own azure radiance. Like the indigo blaze simmering at the hearth, Pan's colour matched Aoba's aura, an oceanic blue with a streamlined head and deep, proud chest. She flexed claw and scale under the virgin sunlight that basked over her, the serpent's eyes shutting to lounge in the warmth. So perched, she hardly noticed Aoba exit the forge to make his way over.
      β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž While she lay admiring the sun, Aoba's eyes gorged on the creation in his hand. A delicately carved recurve bow, elegant and intricate carving adorned the upper and lower limbs while the grip appeared to be from a metal with an almost fiberglass texture. Resistant to any element he could think of and with incantations of durability and accuracy, Aoba knew he would need a familiar weapon in his upcoming trials. He was fond of the longsword as well but considering they were dragon riders and were predominantly known for being aerial fighters, Aoba thought a change of class was best. Always adaptable he had impulsively made this decision the night before the meeting to the church and only just now completed the task. Whilst thinking of a name he briefly recalled Raini's last visit and Aoba's attempts to get him to experiment further in the forge only to end with Aoba's own tinkering exploding in his face. He wondered if his friend would be proud of him now once he saw the bow.
      β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž When he finally had a moment to think outside his own head he glanced up to see one of Pan's eyes peering down watching him quietly. She wondered what he was thinking, she was always wondering, Aoba observed to himself. Knowingly, he refrained from telling her, not seeing the point of it. Instead he lay the bow safely before travelling shortly downhill to a spring. Evidence of Aoba's frequent visits were scattered in the forms of wooden tables strewn outside with papers held down by rocks and pebbles. On them, years of observations, recordings and regimes that had dictated him for years. Even without the eye of his master, Aoba had chugged faithfully on in the name of his mission. Wading into the spring he waited until submerged in the water before undressing and leaning back to relax in the restorative waters of his hideout. Having been left to wonder on her own, Pan eventually grew frustrated and waddled down the hillside to the grove nestled by the spring. Through her telepathy she probed her consciousness gently at her rider's until he finally relented and her serene voice flooded his mind.
      β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž Aoba... what bothers you? she asked. Hidden from the prying eyes of others, Aoba's true interior disposition revealed itself, his expression one of haggardness and full of analysis. A brow twitched in mild annoyance and from below in the body of water the small human eyed his dragon with the ferocity of her own species. "Innistrad believes that its only unifying principle capable of counteracting the erosion taking place in their natural world is the Church. This world includes pagan beliefs from remote pasts, supernatural stories and fairy-tales that have been transmitted orally and transcribed for generations and retold in the very places from where they originated; magic incantations, spells and charms that have even crept into liturgical practices and now, somehow, form a seamless preserved way of life within the 'power' of the Church. It doesn't make sense that they all believe it's the Church's supreme dominion keeping them safe," Aoba spoke, his voice matter-of-fact and concise. Despite his clear articulation, Panzerchic's head cocked and she held her tongue at commenting for the millionth time on his 'geekiness'. If she couldn't understand it she usually came to the conclusion that Aoba simply knew too much or perhaps that even he had no idea what he was saying. How could anyone? The young dragon was too whimsical in her beliefs to grasp the disillusioned state of the people of Innistrad. Aoba had been watching her with narrowed eyes and even he could see his words had gone over her head. His conclusion was Pan's lack of sentience as a lesser being to a human, an incorrect opinion which only divided him from his partner and ended their conversation there. He had not the energy to reply and Pan lacked the understanding to enquire.
      β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž Advancing towards his clothes, Pan read his behaviour and turned away while he changed, granting him privacy. When she turned he was adorned in the blue and gold trimmed attire of a mage, a small but beautifully woven auger resting on his shoulders and clasped at his throat with the emblem of a golden dragon. Strapped to his back lay his bow and his glacial blue hair fell dry in a tousle on his head, paired with a navy ribbon. Aoba gestured for Panzerchic to follow him back up to the forge and she obediently followed, scales flexing in anticipation for their journey. Delving into his inventory, Aoba reappeared with metal armour pieces, large and clearly fitted for his accompanying dragon. They had only ridden a few times with it but with Artie's professional advice they had created something efficient and attractive to the eye. Pan lowered and so began the process of adorning his dragon with her protection. While at work, Aoba thought to de-brief her and paused a minute to touch her shoulder and catch her attention, "we'll be seeing a few familiar faces today, I'm sure you remember them but we need to be on the same page."
      β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž Hmmm, Pan purred as she once again lay within range of the sun and while she wouldn't admit it, Aoba's attention brightened her mood, so she tried her best to appear attentive of him. The Markov will be present today, yes?
      β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž "Correct," he praised, resuming his work as he spoke, "to the West in Stensia, the Church's regime isn't what rules the humans. It's run by vampires and the Markovs are one of the few houses still standing after Emrakul's fever over the land."
      β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž Rune is from Stensia, though, Pan mused, her voice lowering in his mind and translating her discontent to him.
      β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž "She was," he corrected quickly, his attempt to detach Pan from her empathy working as she nodded in affirmation, "she'll also be there. Raini as well." The mentioning of familiar faces perked Pan up and she shook her neck out, releasing a pleasant grunt as the metal plates flexed smoothly with her movements. It had been some time since Aoba had seen either and while he held firm relations with them both, Pan had developed her own attachments and outside Aoba's cold professional approach to her, she found kinship in the other dragons. That didn't stop the brief visualising of what Rune might have become if she had continued her normal life in Stensia. Vampire fodder.
      β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž "Hm? What was that?" Aoba cocked his head towards her and Pan flustered under the accidental vocalisation.
      β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž Nothing. I look forward to seeing them, she mused, relieving Aoba who returned to his work. It took only a moment more and Pan waited patiently for more information from her rider, though she felt she already knew most of what he said. As much as Aoba tried to hide it, he had assimilated into Innistrad with the astounding skill of a professional, someone who was used to travelling planes. Her heart shuddered, the cold secret crawling its way up from her gut and into her throat where she stood, muted. Not daring even look at him now as remembrance flooded her mind. Aoba, a planeswalker. Something she had only learned in the later years of their training, the news had left her both incredulous and heart-broken. There were no words more true than the ones that came from her riders mouth, nobody she had even thought to continue without. The confession had torn a noticeable gap in their relationship, with Aoba drawing it at professional and leaving a wind-tunnel gap between them. The air that that passed through their distance were cold, gale-force gushes that Pan dared not cross for she feared what was on the other side. Even if she could make it to his side, would he let her? An unreachable destination no matter how hard she tried.
      β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž Panzerchic had felt fooled by the revelation though it should have been obvious from the island Aoba had created to call home. How else would the valleys of asphodels, myrtles, hyacinths and crocuses have come to be? Pan had just always thought such beautiful creations were from the genius mind of the man beside her. But genius births genius and it should've been clearer to her that, of course, Aoba had a home far from where she could ever folloβ€”
      β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž"Pan," there he stood staring at her a few feet ahead, gear slung over his shoulder neatly beside his newly crafted bow. He appeared to have been waiting for her and she ambled towards him stiffly, unable to hide her lost expression as she pulled herself from thought to reality. Aoba arched a brow quizzically but when nothing more was said the pair both chose to leave the subject be. Once again, Aoba lacked the energy and interest and Panzerchic grappled with the actuality of life around her. By his side now, the dragon lowered and Aoba planted a foot on her forearm, then shoulder, hoisting himself onto her back. Feeling his weight reassured the dragon of the present and that for now, she was with him. Bunching into a crouch, the dragon stretched her wings wide as she walked towards the edge of the cliff, her claws flexing into the dirt as her muscles scrunched in preparation for flight. With a charged leap, Panzerchic's wings hoisted them from the earth with a few thrusts of her wings and they eased into a steady glide through the updrafts of the air, heading for the capitol Thraben.
      β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž The journey north was quiet(before the storm lol), broken only by the grumble from Panzer's chest to alert Aoba they were flying upon their destination. Thraben was the largest city in Innistrad and more impressively large were its walls. There were places more densely populated but none so well protected, nor the central home of the Church. With palisades and bulwarks erected around the entire vicinity it was clear to see the city was made to keep supernatural threats at bay. Aoba had visited plenty of times before but the scale of the settlement never ceased to amaze him. As he directed Pan down over the tiled rooves of the homes of civilians, many on the streets or by the window turned their eyes skyward as they passed. Those who knew of the Church's riders regarded them with great revere, as if the absence of Avacyn left a shoe just waiting to be filled.
      β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž Dark, cobblestone streets trimmed with black lampposts split through the black tops of the homes, a shadowed land with magic so dark even the architecture could not escape. Every human Aoba was unfortunate enough to spot on his way had the ghostly paleness of death. Their eyes were deep pockets on their skulls, resembling phosphoric meteors that glimmer by night in their nestled lock of mountainside. To the planeswalker it seemed they all hurried about like their lives depended on it but even in their multitudes they looked lonely, avoiding one another for fear of their neighbour being the midnight hunter haunting their streets.
      β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž Having seen enough of the mundane lives of Innistrad he entered the floral courtyard of the Church's foregrounds. Unlike the vibrancy of his homeland's environment, the plants here lacked colour but illuminated the courtyard in a flourishing white light. Wisterias, orchids and holly framed the cobbled ground and as they descended upon the Church, armour-clad soldiers stepped forward to greet them. From among them, Aoba eyed a figure of importance. Dressed in white robes with associated gold trim depicting religious symbols, he was a clear giveaway for the Lunarch and Aoba dipped his head respectfully as they came within proximity.
      β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž "Lunarch Caliph."
      β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž "Aerhaus, welcome, you are the last to arrive," though the man's voice read through like honey his chide was clear and the rider swallowed with a silenced nod, following after the other as he lead them inside. The Church itself was arguably the largest structure in Innistrad and as they walked under an open arch to to the hallways the fact that Pan and her size could follow spoke of its scale. Once in the main corridor it hollowed into several intricate cloisters where one would find themselves lost unless they frequented here often.
      β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž The church was made of ivory and marble, supposedly a vision of holy light but years of standing had left them touched by ivy and caressed up its columns with moss. The open tiers allowed birds and peacocks to wander with appealing listlessness and the guards stood to attention like engraved decorations. The basilica that shaped the majority of the working area took an old and shrouded appearance with golden and mauve drapes covering archways that led to enigmatic practice rooms. Every vase that housed a blooming flower and its arranged shrubs was unique and originally carved from notable artists, masterpieces that Aoba warned Pan not to knock with her clumsy feet. Stepping into the mausoleum where the others had gathered, tapestries fell from the bannisters of the upper level, the windows were a painted glass that cast a butterfly's wing design onto the ground with the sun's rays. In the centre of the grand burial site was the elevated sarcophagus, around it attached tables spread with papers of importance and navigation tools spread like paperweights over a map of their world. And gathered around that like the unfurling petals of a rose unfolded the Church of Avacyn's draconic militia.
      β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž Lunarch Caliph stepped aside to reveal Aoba to the team, Pan idling obediently up behind him and eyeing the other dragons. She had never seen such a number together and Pan became increasingly aware of her smaller size when she first saw the others. Her eyes, Aoba's alike, immediately draw towards the largest in the room; Tartarus. She was behind Elwin, her dual heads a sight in itself but even more jaw-dropping combined with her black scales and crimson frills. Panzerchic had worked alongside the dragon before but her presence still instilled a nervous pool in her stomach and she turned her eyes away, instead landing them on Valkor. A Moonveil dragon, perhaps the only one on Innistrad, he caught Pan's attention easily and the dragon released a respectful grumble towards the male. His iridescent wings and altered form astounding Pan, knowing his diet had to consist of majority unholy creatures to be what he was. It was considered a good omen when a Moonveil was around and Pan hoped that luck would follow them in their coming missions. Beside Valkor stood Cantivore and Kavasi, two other male dragons of impressive stature. She was familiar with Cantivore and her long neck weaved out to greet him, giving Kavasi a wide berth. She knew not of his temperament but regarded him respectfully nonetheless - Panzer was more enamoured with the gathering of her kind than the human dissent below.
      β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž Rune, the blue wyvern purred excitedly as she passed from Cantivore's reach to lower her head amongst the humans. She had intended to nuzzle her friend but just as she neared, Aoba caught her eye and his glare reiterated his words, not now, Pan. It was enough to have her retract her cranium and she gave a shameful glance to the ground, not daring lift her head. Luckily, she seemed not to be the pressing matter at hand, as Aoba hid her lack of formalities by splitting into a grin and speaking, "Raini, it's nice to see you. What is this- the second time I've ever seen you sober?" He broke the ice, approaching the table to regard everyone with a nod and slight bow, "sorry for our punctuality, or lack thereof."
      β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž While there were a few faces Aoba hadn't come in contact with regularly, he had done his best to know who his teammates were and he hoped they had done the same. Breaking from his strenuous persona on the island, Aoba masked his sobriety with an easy-going smile and flirtatious quips, a facade that became confusing when paired with the stories of his martial and magical prowess. He eyed Athera whom he knew had a reputation of erratic moods but her magic was strong like his; and Elwin could easily match his knowledge in physical combat. Every strength he had could be found in another of the members before him. This was not an ordinarily assembled group of people. As eclectic as they were, they all had one thing in common, power, and a lot of it. Aoba assumed that's why Calypso's presence was so vital. Watching her now with her regal equipment and straightened back, Aoba guessed she was their unofficial babysitter. Now that they were all united, the planeswalker could see how each one played into the overall strength of the team. A cunning but precarious strategy considering the contrasts between them all.
      β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž "Ahem," Lunarch Caliph finally attracted their focus from each other in order to begin their brief. "Your years of training are being called to trial. South of Stensia our forces have been ambuscaded in Presh while in possession of a Church artifact that holds considerable of power. There is a dragon closing in on the village with threats to civilians and troops alike. We have been granted access to Presh by the vampiric sovereigns for an additional two days before the truce will be naught and both the town and our men will be killed by vampire forces. By dragon, you can make the trip in a shorter time span and the percentage of success is drastically improved." As he spoke, it was evident the side glance that the Lunarch took towards Elwin when the mentioning of vampires arose. Aoba also noted the vagueness of their instructions, a common theme with the Church when they weren't too worried about the collateral. "If this artifact lands in the dragon's or the vampire's hands we will have a problem alongside Emrakul's approach. The Church has deemed this a unifying task for you seven and a debut to Innistrad of your future endeavours."
      β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž If he hadn't caught it first, someone else surely would have, but Aoba quickly interrupted with, "seven?"
      β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž "Ah, yes," the smile that crawled across Caliph's face twisted his features into what Aoba could only call hawk-like. The Lunarch walked towards one of the many walkways hidden with drapes, peeling it back to call out, "Io! Did you hear that?" gesturing with his gnarled fingers for the hidden figure to come forward, Caliph grinned shrewdly back at the riders. "That's right. Our son and a trusted devotee of the Church, we want Io to accompany you in order to witness the great events and report them back for archiving," his voice was warm but it didn't reach the rest of his features and Aoba's gut clenched with agitation. Oh, how he hated being blind-sided. Before he could open his mouth to raise complaints, Pan's presence probed his mind and he knew without her telepathic words that she wanted him to withhold his displeasure. Leaning to look past Caliph's upright figure, Aoba's eyes landed on Io as he passed through. With robes similar to the Lunarch's and a staff looming over his head, Aoba's mind rang with familiarity. Yes, he had heard of Io before, a faithful - but not particularly known - dog of the Church. While he hadn't garnered a title as a dragon rider, he was still renown for his loyalty and Aoba ruled him down to nothing more than a spy. Narrowing his eyes, he pulled back from staring to simply nod at the Lunarch. He had learned long ago how to adapt and this fly on the wall wouldn't stop him from obeying his orders, it only meant he had an audience while he was at it.
      β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž "Have him accompany you, I will leave you to your preparations," the Lunarch spoke, "Eliades understands how to best fulfil the Church's orders and can direct your force to be most efficient," as Caliph bowed to leave, Aoba felt tension crackle in the air. It wasn't just him that didn't trust the Church, he could just feel it. And yet on the opposite end they now had Io, and Calypso, who Aoba believed had ulterior motives to be so subservient. He waited until Lunarch Caliph was out of sight before addressing the others once more, particularly by gesturing Io closer to them. Having a leader assigned amongst them was somewhat suffocating to the planeswalker but he assumed it would be better than the bloodbath of letting them figure it out themselves. "So we have our mission, our babysitter and a time limit, how fitting for our debut," the male observed, eyes flitting from one to the other.
      β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž Rune, Elwin and Arcturus all rang as trustworthy enough people, the warning bells that really tolled came from Athera and Io's corners. Aoba feared what he didn't know and they were the two he had studied the least. Calypso he was on the fence about but her alignment foretold diplomacy before chaos and he could always work with what was predictable. "New boy is going to need to hitch a ride, Athera, perhaps Kavasi can spare the extra weight? That, or Io can take the risk of getting on Tartarus's second head," just for the jest he added, "the last person who did that isn't around to tell the story, unfortunately, so do tell me how it goes if you try, Io Eliades." He tried to influence the two most questionable to a place where he didn't have to waste more than one eye watching their moves and went about adjusting the map on the table to locate Presh before planting a fingertip on the location, "Rune, you know this area extensively, correct? It looks like you might be our navigator for this trip." It seemed logical to have her lead the way and he figured she was probably going to travel in her altered form so she could easily stay at the front.
      β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž β€Žβ€β€β€Ž That said, Aoba chose to fall back and let the others orientate themselves to the situation. He was used to taking initiative and using quick impulses to adjust to what was happening but he figured that might not be the same for everyone here. A single look at Artie gave Aoba the inkling that the artificer was feeling a bit like a fish out of water with such formal interactions. That single look also betrayed Aoba's true tumultuous opinion for the artificer as his heart twisted when he watched Artie sweep his red bangs behind his ear. The simple gesture was nothing to anyone else but for Aoba's complex heart it had him yearning for privacy with Raini, so he could steal the other's full attention for himself. Whether or not Pan's connection revealed some of his lingering feelings or not, the dragon seemed to know when he was getting frivolous as she nudged his back to re-allocate his focus on their task. As soon as she did that, though, Pan went back to adoring her own new fascination, Valkor. She was just dying to speak to the other dragon and backed from the humans to whisk her tail over Valkor's, her attempt at being subtle.


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Postby lynettetan1 » Tue Feb 16, 2021 6:39 am

Rune Tzorfeld
Location: Church
Feeling: Nostalgic, Curious, Fond--> Worried, Apprehensive
Tagged: Calypso, Elwin, Aoba, Pan
Mentioned: Artie, Athera, Kavasi, Io, Tartarus, Valkor (basically everyone I think I got everyone? idk, I hope so)

The Church really had to work on their advance notice.

Cloaked against the shadows one of the pillars threw against the floor, Rune leaned against a wall, her hood pulled up high to hide her green hair. Her situation and obedience to the Church was one thing-they both knew she'd agreed to that, whether she wanted to or not-but taking into account one's travel time when arranging a meeting just seemed like it would be a nice bit of consideration. She'd been lucky enough to have been a four day's journey away when she'd received the news a few days ago, but if she'd been anywhere further out she'd have had to fly over.

Or perhaps that's what the Church had expected from the start. Rune did actually like flying, and she'd gotten a good enough grasp over her powers over the years that transformation didn't take as much of a toll on her as it used to (hell, it even felt almost natural, if she allowed herself to use such a word), but Rune generally preferred more incognito modes of operating.

Then again, amongst this crowd, it seemed like subtlety would have to be thrown to the winds, at least for a while. She'd arrived early enough, when there were only two or three others milling around, having planned to at least observe the others, as they no doubt wanted to do to her, but somewhere along the way, she'd gotten lost in her thoughts and as she brought her attention back to the room, Rune realised that the number of people around had increased. Oops.

The riders were noticeable enough, their dragons hanging round them, advertising their presence, and Rune habitually sent out a respectful greeting telepathically to all the dragons. It was one thing to stay out the sight of humans, but with dragons it was always best to just announce yourself politely-they didn't take very well to surprises most of the time.

She didn't recognise some of the presences and faces around, which wasn't too much of a surprise. Rune kept to herself and did what was asked of her, but she'd never really been that interested in finding out more about the other riders. She was sure that they were competent riders and fighters in their own right, and she hoped they were kind, but she also wasn't going to go out her way to find out, something that Aoba had chided her for quite a bit.

Speaking of Aoba, he didn't seem to be here, and Rune pursed her lips for a second, disappointed that he and Pan weren't around. The blue haired, distant male and his chirpy wyvern were two that Rune considered close friends, and interacting with them would help ease a little of her nervousness around being so many others. Meeting new people wasn't exactly her favourite thing to do, and having them be potential teammates and geniuses wasn't making it any less stressful. What exactly did she come early to do again?

Tartarus' dark and crimson scales were familiar if intimidating, making Rune automatically stand a little straighter even as she habitually scanned the area about the large two headed dragon to find Elwin across the room. The vampire was a sight for sore eyes, and Rune felt a little of her nervous energy dissipate. It had been a while since they'd last gone on a mission together, and it was always nice to see him again. When he looked over, she cocked her head in a small greeting, before looking back over the crowd, feeling a little bolstered in her personal quest to at least scope out the room.

There was a dark haired woman with her dragon, the pair exuding an aura that made Rune vaguely on edge, and a redhead with a dragon that seemed to have very complex armour, though she would have to go closer to be able to really inspect it.

Then with a flash of light scales, Rune's attention was caught. Valkor looked as stunning as ever, all regal and composed. The hued light that came through the painted glass windows shattered upon contact with his colour, becoming a dizzying display that put the original one to shame. Every time Rune saw him, she was tempted to call the dragon ethereal, or even ghostly, but Valkor was too substantial to ever really be described by those words. It was hard to imagine anyone being able to stand next to him without looking unfit, but somehow, that was exactly what his rider did.

Standing by him with her white hair drawn into that horned crown she always wore, Calypso looked like she was right where she was meant to be. She looked more experienced than she had been, but that was no surprise. Had it been a decade? Maybe a little more? Rune had been nothing more than a shellshocked, emotional brat barely in her teens when she'd been dumped on the other, but Caly had treated her with nothing but the utmost patience and kindness, even though she probably hadn't asked for that either. Looking at her, Rune deliberated walking over and starting a conversation, but would the other recognise her? It had been so long, and she surely had her own hands full over the years.

Footsteps echoed through the hall, breaking Rune out her train of thought. Looking toward the sound, Rune couldn't stop the small smile when she saw Aoba and Pan, though she couldn't help looking over the azure dragon in awe. She'd grown bigger again since Rune had last seen her. Rune's own dragon form was enormous, to the point of being horribly inconvenient by nature of just how much power and experience the elder dragon had imbued in her, and could outsize the others around her, making her often wonder exactly how large the maximum size of a dragon was. Would the others reach her size? If so, would such meetings have to be held outdoors in the future?

The wyvern's telepathy was also a welcome greeting, and Rune smiled, reveling in the sensation of letting the other's mind mingle with her own, feeling her excitement, and knowing the other was feeling her own glee at seeing her. Hey there, Pan. You got bigger. Rune was about to continue, but when Pan looked away quickly, looking like a scolded puppy, Rune held herself back, knowing that Aoba had probably reprimanded her. Best not to make it harder on the other, they could catch up later. She couldn't quite stop herself from sending a thread of comfort toward the other, though.

At Aoba's jibe, Rune looked over at the redhead curiously. If Aoba viewed him well, that meant he was probably decent enough, though Aoba was often so guarded it was a little hard to tell what he meant and what was just a mask, unless you got him one on one. Still, it was a good sign.

When Caliph started speaking, Rune scowled internally. She'd always found the other a little distasteful, and tried to limit her interactions with him to a minimum, but every time she was in his company, it never felt short enough. As he spoke, however, she found herself going rigid. Presh? What was the Church doing in her village? Hadn't they learned their lesson last time from poking around a dragon populated area ruled by vampires?

When would the Church stop dragging others into their problems? Taking a deep breath, Rune attempted to unclench her jaw. It was good that she'd chosen to sequester herself to a corner. She hadn't returned ever since the incident that had started it all, and she hadn't been sure if she ever would, always unsure of what she would even say and not wanting to accidentally risk everyone. She'd suddenly disappeared, after all, and she was sure the Church had probably given them some sort of rudimentary excuse. What did they know? What could she say? Would they even miss her? She certainly hadn't expected to return in a situation like this, bringing 5 dragons to fight another. Hopefully they could somehow keep casualties to a minimum and get the Church extricated as soon as possible.

Distracted as she was, Aoba's question barely brought Rune back to the present, and she watched distantly as a white haired man entered the room. Was he joining them? His attire had Rune narrowing her eyes purely by it's similarity to Caliph's alone, and Caliph's words only made her unease increase at his insuations. He would lead them?

Whenever they'd been sent on missions before, by virtue of them being dragon riders, Rune or whoever she'd teamed up with had often been defaulted as the leaders or at least into an independent operative held in high regard. Given that they were all gathered together, she'd been sure that they'd decide upon a leader, or just go as a group. To suddenly be given a leader... was that his only role? Whilst she wasn't very good at utilizing the reserves of magic she'd been given beyond transformative and mental capabilities, Rune had the sense of gauging others' magic, and his staff was absurdly powerful. Was he meant to keep them in check, then?

When Aoba called her, Rune tore her gaze away from Io, listening curiously before she came closer, her eyes studying the map as if she didn't know every inch of Stensia like the back of her hand. Her hand on the parchment, she brushed her index finger against her village in thought, before she nodded. "I'll take point." It wasn't her preferred position, but given her own personal investment, the faster and cleaner they got the job done, the better.
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Postby Blumenkranz » Tue Feb 16, 2021 2:40 pm

    Calypso Argentum // Disciple of Heliud // Dragon: Valkor // Feeling: Conflicted // Tags: Everyone

    Calypso stood in front of her mirror, carefully adjusting her breastplate.

    She cared greatly for her appearance, but didn’t think of herself as vain. As a disciple for the Order of Heliud and a dragon rider for the Church of Avacyn, she had a certain image to uphold. The armor she wore was relatively light, and she made sure that every piece - the breastplate, the gauntlets, the greaves, all of it was snug and set perfectly in place. The fabric of her clothing was carefully smoothed down and free of folds or wrinkles. The headdress she wore, a beautiful piece resembling a pair of curling dragon horns, adorned her head, not a single hair out of place.

    From outside she could hear movement, her dragon. He was a patient one, but he must have noticed how long Calypso was taking. She didn’t typically take this long to get ready, but today was not an ordinary day. The church has summoned her along with the other dragon riders for a meeting. She knew that they were receiving a mission of sorts, but had no idea what kind. But no matter what the mission entailed, she would be ready.

    Once she was finally satisfied with her appearance, she grabbed her dragon’s armor and stepped outdoors. At the sound of her footsteps, the moonveil dragon turned to face her, curiosity evident in his expression. Valkor looked as regal as ever. Though his scales, blue and speckled with white, looked most brilliant in the moonlight as his name would suggest, the light cast by the rising sun was a good enough substitute, making him almost appear as if he was glowing. Though she has known him ever since he hatched from his egg, she never got tired of looking at him.

    β€œGood morning, Valkor,” she greeted the dragon with a small smile. Valkor craned his neck towards her, a grumbling sound rising from his throat. Someone who wasn’t familiar with dragons may have mistaken the sound for a growl, but Calypso knew that it meant that he was pleased. She reached out to him and gently stroked his cheek, causing Valkor to close his eyes and lean into her touch. β€œI apologize for taking so long this morning. Let’s get you ready, then we can go.”

    Valkor was completely still as Calypso put on his armor, working in a comfortable silence. It didn’t take her long as she’s had to put on the armor by herself many times for previous missions. Once both dragon and rider were ready, the pair made their way to the meeting place.

    Calypso was silent at first as she walked beside her dragon, thinking of the other dragon riders. She made sure to look into who the other dragons riders were prior to the meeting. Some of the riders were familiar to her, some not. For the ones she has yet to meet, she made sure to at least learn their name and try to ascertain some details about them. Remembering one particular individual, she looked to Valkor.

    β€œElwin Markov will be present today, so you best behave yourself,” she said. Valkor looked down at her, his head tilted slightly to the side as he used his telepathy to speak to her. Of course. I will eat him in a single bite.

    Calypso heaved a sigh. β€œThat’s not what I meant. This vampire is different from the others we’ve encountered. He is not an enemy.”

    Valkor stared at her. I don’t understand.

    β€œI understand that it’s confusing, but you must trust me. He is on our side, so please don’t make any attempts to attack him.” Calypso said. Her response only seemed to confuse Valkor further, but he made no further comments. In truth, Calypso didn’t fully understand the situation either. Growing up, she’s always seen vampires as villains, creatures of the dark who feed on the weak. She and Valkor have killed their fair share of vampires, and now they would be working with one? It made no sense to her, but it was what the church wanted. If the church said that it was okay, she had to trust their decision.

    However when they reached the mausoleum and Valkor caught sight of Elwin, he nearly forgot her earlier warning. His body immediately tensed up, his head lowering as he bared his teeth. Before he could attempt anything, Calypso held out her arm in front of him, blocking him. Though Valkor could easily push past her if he wanted, he didn’t dare take a step forward.

    Dangerous...wicked creature...I must kill it... Valkor said, snapping his jaws threateningly.

    β€œYou will do no such thing,” Calypso whispered, shooting the dragon beside her a stern look. Seeing the confusion in his eyes, Calypso softened her expression. β€œI know you don’t like it, but please bear with me. This is what the Church wants, so we must do as they say.”

    Valkor looked to Elwin and Tartarus, a large beast with two heads, very atypical for a dragon. The menacing dragon’s presence did little to ease Valkor, but in the end, Valkor gave in, allowing his body to slowly relax. He didn’t like the situation, but he believed in Calypso.

    Calypso glanced around the room, observing the other riders and dragons present. Among them was a young man with red hair that Calypso couldn’t recall seeing before, though has heard of. She knew that his name was Raini, and that he had a gift when it came to inventions. The dragon with him had an interesting appearance, with a large crest atop its head and feathering on its wings.

    There was another person, one without a dragon, leaning against a wall. The cloak she wore hid her features, so Calypso could not at first tell who she was looking at, but she has a suspicion of who it was. But before she could confirm anything, Aoba and Panzerchic finally made an appearance.

    Calypso was silent as the Lunarch spoke, carefully listening to every word. They were to receive an artifact and hold off an approaching dragon. Though some of the details were vague, Calypso was confident that they could fulfil the church’s wishes.

    That was, until another person arrived.

    Calypso could only stare at first when Io made an appearance, and tried her best to hide her shock from her features. Though she hadn’t interacted with Io much, she was well aware of who he was - a devout follower of a Church, but not a dragon rider. Perhaps she wouldn’t have been as bothered if they had been told beforehand, but judging by some of the other’s reactions, it appeared that no one was prepared for this turn of events. As a follower of the church herself, she assumed that she would be the one leading the mission, but now they were being given a leader. She didn’t know how to feel about all this. Was this truly a good idea? Would Io be safe with them considering that he didn’t have his own dragon? A million thoughts raced through her mind but she didn’t say anything. The Church knows best.

    She listened to Aoba as he spoke, her gaze immediately shifting to the girl with the hood when he said a certain name. Rune. She had a feeling that that was who it was. It was somewhat strange to see her again like this, it has been so long since they’ve trained together. Over the years Calypso had thought of her often, worrying for her wellbeing and the possibility of her losing control over her powers but here she was, seeming well.

    Calypso wanted to reach out to her, speak to her, but that would have to wait. They had other matters at hand.

    She looked to Io, her arms folded as she spoke. Since he was so close to the Church, perhaps he knew something they didn’t. β€œIo, I am grateful that you are coming along as we could use any additional help. Do you know of any details about our mission that the Lunarch did not tell us?”

    While Calypso was engaged with the other riders, Valkor’s attention was elsewhere. Feeling something brush against his tail, he turned his head to look at the female dragon who touched him, Pan. He rumbled to her in greeting, his pale eyes observing her curiously.
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Postby grapejuice » Tue Feb 16, 2021 7:05 pm

γ€Š Raini Arcturus 》
"Artie" the Artificer || β™‚ || twenty-three || Feeling: unsure || Tags; Aoba, Cantivore, Io, Rune, Panzerchic || Mentions: everyone?

    It wasn't every day you received a summoning from the church. Why he was even sought out in the first place was an anomaly itself.

    He knew he had to leave soon. The sun would be rising within the hour, and he'd promised himself (and Cantivore) that they would leave at a reasonable time. However, this time constraint would not stop him from working on his latest creation, much to Cantivore's disappointment. The smoky gray dragon peered into the stone building, watching at the redheaded man scribbled down some notes, occasionally pausing to examine the device laying in front of him. Artie hadn't gotten much, if any, sleep in a few days now. Ever since the church had tracked him down and requested demanded his presence, he'd been on edge. "Arcturus." And the man jumped, having not noticed his rather large companion in the doorway. His eyes were bloodshot and puffy; had he been crying again?

    "We must be going soon... are you alright?" But Artie was quick to brush it off. He wasn't talking about his feelings with the giant lizard, no matter how wise he'd proven himself to be. "Fantastic. Just, uh, excited. Let me grab my things." And without another word, Artie brushed past the scaled beast, face flushed with embarrassment. The dragon wouldn't understand. Couldn't. The loss of his family was still so fresh in his mind. He'd told the church that his help wasn't necessary, that he wouldn't be of any use to them considering his history; and still they urged, insisted he join them. If one of the names on the team hadn't been so familiar, enough to put a light to his eyes and make his heart skip a beat... he likely would be in prison for refusing.

    Raini didn't typically leave his forge. It was his main source of comfort, his little slice of paradise, the only place he could now call home. As he finished packing his bag, he sighed, sparing a glance out the window and attention falling onto the glow emitting from his workshop. Left the lights on, again.

    After triple-checking his bag and stuffing a day-old muffin into his mouth, Artie determined this was as prepared as he could be-- donned in thick pants he often used while working, a loose-fitting shirt, and a worn leather jacket that one belonged to his father (the pants appropriately sporting several grease stains). He sighed as he fitted Cantivore with his armor, and checked on the dragon's second set of wings. The beast side-eyed Artie, letting out a huff as the man tinkered with the metal appendage. "Just want to make sure they're flight ready." Artie muttered, flexing the wing outward to ensure the gears and bolts were still gliding appropriately. "I believe you are stalling. Let's go." Caught off guard by the accusation, he bit his tongue and boarded his mount.

    The flight felt like a short one, mostly because Artie kept dosing off. When they landed, Raini couldn't help but notice how... disheveled the townspeople looked. And I thought I looked tired. He grimaced, focusing his attention on the task at hand. As he entered the building, it quickly became apparent he was one of the first to arrive. I suppose not sleeping had its' benefits. But now he had to wait in awkward silence as others' began to file in to the room. Most came with serpents of their own, one girl catching his eye as she appeared to come alone. Strange, Artie and his dragon thought. Cantivore had greeted the other dragons as they entered, offering a low purr with each new arrival. When Rune entered with no steed, Cantivore took immediate notice. She was dawned in a long cloak, raising his suspicion. Something about her felt... off. And the dragon couldn't quite pinpoint why. But still, he found himself rumbling out a low purr of greeting.

    Aoba's arrival was one Artie had been eagerly anticipating. It'd been some time since he saw the other man and his lovely dragon Panzerchic; Cantivore chuffed a delighted "hello" to Pan, having missed his friend. As the light-haired man made his way over, Artie could feel his heartbeat increase almost immediately. His thoughts briefly wandered to their most recent interaction, a harmless visit on Aoba's lovely island. He allowed himself to be consumed in the memory, suddenly becoming stiff and uncomfortable in this room full of names he'd only heard, and faces he didn't know. To have a moment alone with the glacial-haired man, to offer him a proper greeting and catch up with him-- his thoughts were quickly interrupted by Aoba's greeting, and Artie winced. That little joke stung more than he'd like to admit. Just let it go. You're friends, nothing more to read into. His gaze drifted to the floor, not daring to make eye contact with anyone now, for fear they'd see his face and read him like a damn book.

    As the meeting progressed, the man could feel his angry lizard of a steed trying to prod his way into Artie's thoughts. When the man relented, he was almost instantly scolded for his behavior. Something about being childish and needing to partake in the discussion, and if he had nothing to add then at least look more engaged. So Arcturus raised his head, expression now stone cold and eyes dead with exhaustion and boredom, arms crossed as he focused his attention onto Lunarch as he rambled on. He cocked a brow curiously as the man casually slipped in the addition of a seventh member, and glanced to Aoba, knowing the man likely caught it as well and would call it out. A smirk crept onto his face; as predicted, Aoba never missed such details.

    Attention now focused onto the curtains which hid the newest teammate, Artie felt himself growing antsy as the footsteps approached. When Io finally revealed himself, he swore he almost choked on his own spit. Why is everyone in this group so damn attractive? As if his feelings weren't complex enough before, this surely would shake things up even more. With the meeting now adjourned, it was time for the group to head out. Two of the members appeared to be dragon-less, and Artie spared a glance to his steed, who simply shrugged. Cantivore certainly wouldn't mind the extra weight, hell, couldn't be worse than helping his human haul supplies across the countryside. However, the dragon was more willing to take on Rune than the white-haired male. Maybe it was just intuition, but he had a strong feeling that allowing the male to ride with him and Arcturus would surely be disastrous.

    The redhead tipped his head forward, gathering up his hair in his hands and fixing it into a messy ponytail, securing it with a piece of dark blue fabric. He tucks a shorter strand behind his ear, and feels a pair of eyes on him. Oh. He was watching. Feelings still hurt and ego slightly bruised, Artie rolls his eyes and turns towards the rest of the riders. Where he fit into all of this, he couldn't figure. He was nothing but a liability, who knew how to make some good protective gear, decent weapons, and a mean cupcake.

    Great, now he's in a mood. The dragon huffed, shaking his head as he made his way towards the dual-headed Tartarus. While she was intimidating in appearance, Cantivore would feel more comfortable clearing the air of any uncertainties before they had to join forces and set out on their collective travels. Plus, it seemed that Pan and the other dragon were a little... preoccupied, and he'd hate to interrupt. The smaller male chuffed out an introduction, extending his scaled nose out in greeting.
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io knew little other than the church. it was his home, his purpose, and his drive; it was the one thing in his relatively short like that
gave meaning to each step he took, that drove him out into the courtyard where his most important job would begin. the tassels on
his staff swung easily with his confident, effortless gait, ribbons catching each stream of light in their flutter. the flow of his robes
were loose and comfortable, white hair and white fabric matching movement and sway. he slowed as he neared the lunarch from
behind, sharp and even gaze trailing over each member present. five... then where is the final participant? as if on cue, aerhaus's
arrival was made known with the presence of his dragon. a mighty beast stepping into a grand, holy space, it was hard not to be in
awe as he studied her, more fascinated with each scaled creature than what was being said. how could he not be? unlike his peers,
he was no rider of dragons. his expertise was in a far different area, even from the sister; his slender fingers gripped the smooth,
wooden length of his staff just a fraction more tightly.

at the mention of his name, io stepped forward. his smile was mostly genuine, his eyes closing as it nearly reached his ears. bright,
eager... just as he was in his service to the church. the tension was not lost on him, but it flowed over him like water over the
feathers of a swan. of course... not all parties to this would be fond of the church, as lost and as misled as they were. how
sorrowful that the choice had been taken from them, but if only they could see that it was, indeed, for a good much greater than
any living thing. "oh~? what tense atmosphere. i can practically feel the crackle of dissent in the air. surely it needn't be so? we are,
in fact, a unit now,"


as much as io wished that wasn't so.

violet eyes opened, snowy lashes parting slowly and comfortably as his gaze slipped to aoba in particular. cheeky thing. "aoba
aerhaus. your prowess does precede you, considering the strength of your mind and the apparent sharpness of your wit. not of this
order nor this nation, and yet you are here. we are all indebted indeed. i must admit that i am very pleased to make your acquaintance.
i'm certain that i have much to learn from your experience."
though the words were not untruthful, the disciple did not bother
retaining much venom. his voice dripped with sweetness, toxic honey delivered with the low and humble tone appropriate of a
child of the church. while the circumstances of aoba's obligation were not entirely clear to him, it did not have to be so. io knew the
terms of his own duties. "...and panzerchic. for your assistance, too, i am most grateful." those words were much more sincere, and
the man had no qualms showing it. dragons oft had less election than even men or women.

at aerhaus's suggestion, io raised a sleeved hand to cover his lips, tempering the light scoff that threatened to leave him. he
glanced to elwin, pale eyes narrowing. as if. "...ah, yes, the markov. it's been some time, hasn't it elwin?" if his tone before was
sweet, it was like true poison then, the syrupy secretions of rotted fruit. io was no stranger to the vampire, though not close in any
sense of the word, either. it was vile that a monster such as he could be allowed into the church or any of its holy reach, but
sacrifices had to be made for innistrad's survival. for anything's survival. it was something he would just have to bear with
until the end, for the sake of things far bigger than himself. "as delightful as that sounds, i would prefer not to flirt with my fate
just yet. of course, i mean no offense to you, tartarus."
yet, full offense to the markov, and no less at that. for his other option, a
deserter... poor creature, fallen from grace. it was almost painful just to set eyes on something so miserable, but it was out of his
hands.

io's gaze finally settled on rune.

"...and you must be the one who can transform," he commented with a touch of awe. to be a human made into a beast, by no
option of her own. what tragedy, but also what great power and convenience. at the cost of humanity, this young person could shift
themselves into a beast of legend and wield great assets at their whim. briefly, io wondered if she could keep pace and distance
with the other draconids, or if her altered state lessened her abilities. or the opposite: perhaps she was stronger than the rest.
"rune tzorfeld, yes. i wish our meeting could have been under more favorable circumstances. i assume from what i've heard that
you have a great deal of knowledge about the area--"
so did the markov, but the idea of letting a blood-drinking ghoul lead them in
any sense of the word was downright appalling. plus, this was a splendid opportunity to see just what rune would be like in person.
"i digress. to the point, i am rather keen on educating myself about the nature of your unique condition. perhaps, if it would not
offend you, i might experience it first hand?"


yes, that was good enough. caly's voice drew his attention back toward her and the moonveil. if it came to it, there was a chance
he could convince his sister of the order to permit him a ride instead. anything to avoid a long journey with either of the others. if
he had to ride hours with bile and tears fighting for dominance, he'd surely do something unbecoming of a holy child. "no... nothing
that would be of particular use, i'm afraid,"
he murmured in return, hand falling to rest naturally on his hip. "i believe my objective
is more to observe than anything else. you'll have to forgive me."
no matter. at least there was another disciple, here. there was
the final party to their venture, too. though... in all truth, raini was likely the one he knew least about. at a minimum, he was the
only one io had no personality in mind to gauge for; only time would tell if they'd get along in the slightest.
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