Rise of the Dragon Riders {CLOSED}

[wingfeather]

Once Elexian had organized the weapons back into their designated spots he was about to quickly run back to the stables for another glimpse of his dragon when the Commander suddenly came in and barred his way. Elexian quickly came to attention. ''Have you finished your duties,'' he asked his deep voice booming all along the stone room. ''Yes Sir,'' Elexian answered clearly, ''I have just cleared everything away.'' The Commander nodded, ''good, just in time for guard duty.'' Though neither Elexian's body or face betrayed any emotion, he was very disappointed, but he had no reason to argue, ''yes Sir.'' The Commander nodded, ''eastern wall until an hour after sundown, a relief will be sent.'' ''Yes Sir,'' Elexian repeated. ''Dismissed,'' the Commander said crisply before continuing his patrol and entering the barracks, where all the younger inexperienced soldiers had better have left their places neat and their gear clean.

[Chloriosus]

After setting the two boys down unceremoniously and looking at them with strong disapproval, Firasko stalked past them to Crimson's stall. He greeted her with their usual whistle, and she greeted back. Crimson had similarly watched the events unfold, and had secretly taken quite the delight in them,for truth be told he had been bored, and flapping or doing anything with his wings was almost impossible in the tight space. He gave Firasko the information that he wanted to fly, which she strongly denied, repeating the whistle for no three times to emphasise on her meaning. Crimson rolled his eyes and gave a whistle that was very high pitched and sounded almost bickering. He had just invented the sound for: you are annoying and the only reason I'm not breaking out of this place right now is because you told me NOT to. Firasko smirked and gave a sarcastic thankfull whistle, then started spreading the black medicine on the injured wing. Presently she agave a whislte that swooped from high to low.  interpetation: "What happened?" Crimson answeredwith a medum length innocent whistle interpretation: I did not see anything Firasko looked at him suspiciously and shook her head, closing up the bottle carefully. Her face blanked as Sorgen passed the stall, apparently still searching for the lost dragon, because he was taking care to step over every shadow, then poked it with a stick. Regen, who was similarly bored, zapped her ears.

[tenebria]

Alalëa's eyes lit upon an ancient scroll shoved in with some equally as aged manuscripts, and reached towards it, pulling it out slowly so as not to damage the fragile document. Written on the front were some rather outdated runes, which sparked her curiosity even more. It took her a few moments to decipher them as she headed towards a bench placed against the wall, right by the window. "The Vail's War" she said, her eyes widening slightly. She had seen mention of this ancient skirmish in the newer copied books, but never had she seen the original manuscript! With an eager expression she placed it down on the small table that stood before the bench, gently beginning to unroll it with a delicate touch, the sounds of the Nest disappearing as she lost herself in a war eons past.

[tenebria]

Krolo shot another angry glance at the rather bedraggled looking boy before him, then forcibly turned himself, heading back towards the stables. He knew, from experience, that there was no point in searching for the shadow dragon, if indeed she had been in the stall, and had escaped. She'd show up eventually, he just hoped he wouldn't be in the dragon rider's path of anger when SHE returned.

Visilva was quickly becoming bored as she saw the skirmish come to an end. Plus that scraggly haired rider was coming ever closer, his timid steps sounding as though he were jumping over every shadow. She gave another shadowy grin. Well if he was offering himself up for a scare, then why not? Besides, surely a late evening flight would be MUCH more fun than hunkering down in the shadows, which took far too much concentration to be any fun anymore. Gathering herself as he came closer, she waited until he was poking the shadow just beside the one she resided in. And then she popped out, her wings bursting out first, the rest of her following. Rearing her neck up she gave a violent roar, then thrust her wings downwards, shooting into the air with a strong gust of wind.

[Chloriosus]

Sorgen was having a hard time finding Visilva, for not a trace of her was to be seen. “Please, where ever you are, come out for goodness sakes!” He muttered almost angrily under his breath poking yet another shadow, then moving on to the next one. “Hey there Flea jumble!”, he heard a merry voice ring out. “Whatcha doing there?” Sorgen quickly looked up and threw the stick aside, just to see Astolet, the blond haired gray eyed engineer/ inventress looking down at him rather questionably, her little bronzeish oil younger dragon looking up at him just as questionably. On the sleek little dragon perched a crow wearing flight googles and a small vest, staring at him whilst crowing” what the flea jumble doing?” Sorgen raised his eyebrows slightly before answering.. “Uhm, looking for something.”, he stuttered. Astolet blew some of her shortish blonde hair out of her face and laughed slightly. “That seemed evident. Anything specific you’re finding?” Sorgen shook his head, then looked confused for a second before nodding. “Actually yes, the shadow dragon escaped.” Astolet raised her eyebrows, and the little dragon, whose name was Carbon, spit out a bunch of oil.. “The smoke fog one?” “I’m afraid so.” “Well, believe me when I say that whoever did that has a storm brewing.” She bent down and looked searchingly along the floor. The crow cocked his head. “Bad luck!”, he screeched. “Hush up!”, Astolet reproved it. Sorgen watched her for a few seconds, before asking her,”are you looking for something?” “Yup.”, was the reply. “I’m trying to find some dragon scales. Specific ones.” She walked over to a stall and collected various ones. “I’m trying to build a perfectly heat proof pants with pockets.”, she explained, pocketing some more scales. “Well, I won’t hold you up any longer. Good luck finding the dragon.” She walked over to the other side of the stables. Sorgen took up his stick again and continued his search.

[wingfeather]

Elexian quickly made his way to the eastern wall, passing a boisterous troup of relieved guards, he averted his eyes signifying that he did not want to convers which thankfully they ignored him just the same, but their noise did not diminish at all. Soon he entered the open wall, a gust of cool eastern air from the Vail mountains combed through his dark hair, refreshing him body and mind. He took up a spear leaning by the entrance, the standard of The Nest hanging near the point shifting slightly in the breeze. Elexian took a deep breath of the fresh air before beginning his patrol, he started by going to the right which was south and once he reached the end of the walkway then turning around and going north again. Guard duty was not all that it was cracked up to be, at least it wasn't what all the young people, he sighed it seemed as if the sun would never lower itself. He ran his hand against the worn battlements, and looked out into the distance at the far away mountains, they looked black against the orange, gold, and yellow of the sky, to complete the seen a few dragons wound their way across the sky, it seemed that some riders were taking some later evening flights, unconsciously his thoughts turned to a certain blue-green feathered dragon.

[tenebria]

Visilva soared swiftly into the sky, feeling greatly elated with herself. Until she chanced a glance downwards... and saw the upended mop leaning against a large bush, completely unaffected by her violent primal roar she had emitted in the effect of scaring it. She almost plummeted in shock, catching herself with her wings and wobbling slightly in pure embarrassment. Although really, it wasn't that hard to mistake that boy for a mop. They looked so similar. Pushing the embarrassing thought far from her mind, she thrust her wings and soared higher, tilting her wings to catch the swift air currents and spiraling higher. The mossy stones of the Nest gleamed in the evening sunlight, bright flashes glinting from the battlements, where guards stood looking out over the peaceful land. Up in the cool evening air, with the sun so low it's heat was less, Visilva felt at peace.

[tenebria]

Alalëa's braid fell over her shoulder as she leaned close to the unraveled scroll, her breath quickening as the battle began. The sunny draft of light that lay over the table seemed to illuminate the scene in her minds eye as the great Varamraden, a great hero who was sadly forgotten by so many of the younger generation, flew forth on his mighty gleaming dragon of Light, holding his pure golden sword aloft in challenge as the evilest rider of the centuries bore down on his twisted horribly shaped terror bringing swamp dragon. She could hear the ringing roar of the golden dragon, and the hideous bellow of the misshapen creature across. The flash of the light blade, and the thunder of wings as the two plunged forwards, righteous anger blazing in white eyes, and a cold death in the murky depths of the other. Her heart was pounding now as she unrolled another portion of the scroll, oblivious to any sounds except for those echoing in her mind.

[tenebria]

Leilani shifted slightly as she waited to take off, wishing to feel the wind under her wings. But her rider, although it had taken her an unseemly amount of time to even realize this, began glancing around, and then an alarmed expression came to her face. It was too quiet! And the faint smell of savory food wafted from the mess hall. Dinner! OH! Those twins had kept her talking so long that she had missed it! With effort she recovered her composure and flashed them a smile as she got of her dragon. "The sun's position is not pleasurable for our flight, we shall return to the stables. It is unfortunate you can not have the joy of watching us take flight, perhaps tomorrow" she said graciously.

[wingfeather]

Dagor walked beside Spruce who lumbered through the corridor beside his rider, ''oh, course they would,'' the dwarf grumbled to his dragon, ''me the blacksmith am to be the one to take all the sign ups every evening to the Commander, don't he know that we've got these things called messengers!'' He continued muttering as he stumped along down the hall, ''and,'' his voice raised to a hearable volume again, ''tis beneath my dignity, I've forged more blades than most people have broken! And for all that I'm to take the names of the contestants for some petty tournament,'' he raised his burly arms skyward for a second, ''I've got to stop my smithing to write down the names o' these cocky lizard clappers, no offense to you o' course Spruce lad,'' he said with a pat to the lava dragon, who in his turn gave an understanding rumble. Dagor didn't really seem to notice, he had fell back to his vehemently muttered complaints.

[wingfeather]

Harrow blew a silent sigh of relief, ''yes yes, maybe tomorrow,'' he said off-handedly. Then he realized his ''offensive'' attitude and quickly changed it to one of humble adoration, he did in fact want to get her back someday and did not want her to catch onto them because of a dud prank, ''we will, most definitely would look forward to that pleasure,'' he said in a disappointed voice, ''right Harrow,'' he said elbowing his brother harshly.

[Chloriosus]

Arrow who had been attempting and attractive grin all the while his brother was speaking, glared at him when he was elbowed, then smiled again and courteously nodded. “Anytime at all would be a pleasure fit for misfits to watch your foilyness take flight”, he said bowing, and kicking his brother in the shins as a sign for him to do the same. “Whenever ye be needing anything at all, call upon me and my older brother Arrow.” He stood back up. “This is Arrow.”, he said, pointing to his brother. “Remember that he is the older one.”

[Chloriosus]

IAfter getting done with fixing up Crimsons wing, Firasko leaned onto the wall. She gave a sort of screechy whistle and then a low swoop sound. Interpretation: dragon races are soon. Crimson uttered an agreeable sound. Firasko eyed his wing. He gave another agreeable sound. He gave two short whistles and three hurried along ones, which meant: I’m going. Firasko nodded and gave her farewell until later whistle and walked out of the stable. She noticed oil spilled over the floor and oily bird footprints. She looked around, and sure enough, there was the engineer with her two helpers. Firasko nodded an acknowledgment and then continued on her way to the weapon smiths shop to sign up for the dragon tournament. However, she was held up…

[wingfeather]

''Hmm those young lizard clappers are lucky today,'' the Commander said to himself after a very acute inspection of the mostly empty barracks. ''Now I suppose I should go see if Dagor has brought in the names of the contestants for the tournament.'' Briskly, as only a Commander could, he walked down threw the halls, then he noticed an elf....what was her name? Ah yes, Firasko. Hmm she doesn't seem to be doing anything..... ''Firasko,'' he called in his booming voice, ''I need for you and your dragon to go on patrol. Just up near the Vail, you don't have to go past it. There have been reports of unknown and riderless dragons in the area, I would like it if you would check it out then come and.....write a report for me.'' He was glad he was able to catch someone to do it, the one who was supposed to be on patrol was nowhere to be found. After giving these details he continued his way toward his quarters.

[Chloriosus]

Firasko already stopped walking when she heard those footsteps approaching. Here he was, the commander. Firasko listened intently as he gave her instructions, and nodded shortly. She didn’t mind scouting, but at the moment she had been rather preoccupied with something else. Alright, I’ll finish this first, she thought, and turned back towards the stables. She then remembered Crimsons bad wing. How was she going to explain that to the commander without having to write him a whole scroll? She shook her head. No it wasn’t worth the time, not now. If Crimson really wanted to be in the dragon races, then he would have to train, and one does not learn by sitting around in one’s stall. She briskly opened his stall door and whistle a jungular short tune. Crimson understood that signal: scouting mission. He let his dark red younger glide over his teeth, and walkers out of his stall, smirking slightly and giving a slightly I told you so whistle. Firasko rolled her eyes internally and poured the rest of the vial on his wing before climbing up on his back and taking off behind the stables towards the direction of the Vail.