Rise of the Dragon Riders {CLOSED}

[tenebria]

Alalëa gave a slight smile as she settled on the stool, leaning forward slightly as she readied herself to put forth her query. "And as always, you would be accurate in that prediction" she said with a nod. "Quite simply put, I am searching for the second scroll of The Vail's War, scribed by an anonymous person, and fought by Varamraden and Glaedr" she said quietly, peering at him intently with hope. The scribe's eyebrows went up drastically. "Now there's a name I haven't heard in centuries to be sure!" he mused with surprise, his eyes taking on a distant fogged look, as though it had brought up a memory from his past. Then he gave a slight shake of his head, getting back to the answer. "I am not certain, It has been quite some time since I have attempted to scale the tower to the Scriptorium, and those younger descendants of mine don't seem to hold the same respect for organization as my generation" he said with a sudden scowl. Alalëa sighed in slight disappointment "I feared as much. There is a second scroll, one that exists in our Scriptorium though? The first scroll ended rather abruptly, as though the Scribe stopped for some reason" she said with a frown herself. Grafolk leaned back, musing to himself, searching back to dim memories. "I cannot say... the number of scrolls the War occupied I have not retained, but a name does seem to leap to mind, perhaps it could be of help?" he suggested. Alalëa nodded eagerly "Perhaps it is the Scribe's name!" she said, and he frowned slightly. "That does not seem to be right... but how should I know, my mind does not keep the memories as straight to their facts as it used to" he said with a sigh. A few seconds went by of silence, and the elf gently prodded him. "What would the name be?" She asked. He looked over and then gave a raspy chuckle "That would help wouldn't it?" he said in apparent amusement at his forgetfulness "It is quite well burned into my mind, else I doubt I would remember such a name long. Liduen. The name was Liduen." he said firmly. Alalëa frowned in disappointment once again. A name she had never heard of. She chewed her lip slightly in thought, then gave a nod. "I thank you Grafolk, I am sure it will be of use. If you happen to remember anything at all on this matter, please send for me" she requested as she rose to her feet. The old scribe held out his hand, and she took it warmly in hers. "I shall try my utmost to do so, if only to have such pleasant young company again" he said with a smile. She responded in the like, and shook his hand firmly "I would be honored to visit more often" she said sincerely, then gave a respectful nod and turned to the door. Her hand was on the handle, when Grafolk's voice suddenly called out "There were two scrolls!" She swung around, looking eager. He was nodding to hismself, a concentrating look on his face. "I don't know why I remember, but I do recall something important about the second manuscript... if only I could remember precisely WHAT!" he said suddenly with a frustrated look as his memories faded again. She smiled gently "That is more help than you can imagine, Grafolk, do not concern yourself too much on the matter, it is only a curiosity of mine" she said reassuringly. He gave a slight nod, although she could tell he was still frustrated with himself. "I shall come again soon, sleep well, Grafolk" she said, dipping her head. "You as well, young Alalëa" the scribe responded as she stepped out the door. As the oaken door closed, he leaned back into his chair, his eyes slipping closed. "Such alike spirits... if only he were here to teach her..." he murmured before nodding off into the deep corridors of slumber.

[tenebria]

Visilva raised an eye slightly. "Well I can see that" she retorted, then gazed at the blades slightly, and the empty expression on the dragon's face. "Ah, I see" she said, suddenly a bit gentler. But her natural scorn was swiftly rejuvenated. "WE?" she queried under her breath, then gave a slight growl. Why did everyone always assume that they could only be out joyriding with their rider? "I came out by myself, to get some freedom, since my rider has been increasingly unreasonable today, and she was busy anyway." she paused, then decided to admit her sneakiness. "I saw you and your rider head out on a patrol, and I figured it could be interesting to follow. Turned out I was right" she added, glancing again at the Katanas, then at the dragon's wounds. "You sure that wing will hold up enough to fly that long? I'm no expert, but it doesn't look like you'll get far with it" she said bluntly, moving closer to sniff the wound.

[Chloriosus]

Sorgen observed Dagor rummaging in his drawer and looked around the weaponsmiths place. He rather enjoyed the atmosphere of things being fixed or built, the heat of the lava that the green dragon spewed up, and the somewhat dim light that made the slightly dusty air light up. He almost shuddered as he thought of what would happen if REGEN would be put in charge of something similar. She would probably burn down the village by creating too many sparks and her electricity would be amplified by the metal, and then she would- his thought train was cut of when Dagor slid the paper over to him and handed him the quill. Sorgen took it up and tediously wrote out his name, taking care not to do a messy job of writing. He then wrote down his age and Regen's name and power. Finaly he breathed out (he had accidentally held his breath the whole time), and slid the papers back over the table. Unfortunatly he used to much force and the paper went flying threw the air and onto the floor. Sorgens face turned very as red as the ivy leaves in fall, and he swiftly bent down and icked up the papers, elbowing the pen off the counter as well. With a slight sigh of annoyance and a frustrated closing of his eyes he picked that up too and handed both things over this time.

[Chloriosus]

Crimson's eyes narrowed slightly when the shadow dragon mentioned she had tailed them. So they had been followed this whole time? The thought irked him a bit. However, maybe it was all for the better. He drew his wing back sharply upon Visilva's observal, and started moving it back and forth slightly, a deep growl rising in his throat. The shadow dragon had a point. His bad area erupted with pain at slight movements. He drew his wing back towards take off position. "I'm not quite sure.", he admitted. "We'll just take off, and if anything, just take the swords and go without me."

[tenebria]

Visilva gave a snort. "Well you'd better hope that if you fail flying, you fail somewhere beyond the Vail" she said almost ominously, seemingly unfazed by the idea of leaving him behind. But she was right, to be flightless in the Vail was certainly not a good situation. "If you think about it, it could make more sense if I go back alone" she pointed out, unfurling her strong wings.

[wingfeather]

Elexian was become very impatient as the moon rose higher into the sky (or at least seemed to), finally he heard the sound of footsteps coming. Faran came onto the wall, ''well isn't this a pleasure, we get placed on guard duty together,'' he said with a smile. Elexian shook his head, he knew it was a joke, ''nope, you're on your own man.'' Faran sighed exaggeratedly, and took the spear from Elexian, ''and what while I'm out here sweating, your going to climb into your nice comfortably bed, and all I get is a nope your on your own.'' Elexian laughed, ''if you can call the barrack beds comfortable,'' he said wincing, ''but yes I will, straight after I check on my dragon.'' Faran nodded, ''alright, go and tuck miss feathers in.'' Elexian rolled his eyes, ''whatever, see you Faran.'' Faran gave a two fingered salute in return then turned away and began marching down the wall.

[wingfeather]

Dagor looked on with amusement as the young rider fumbled with the pen and paper, this lad wont last thirty minutes in the tournament, the thought taking back the material and placing it on the desk in his quarters, ''well, good luck to ye lad. Might I suggest to ye that ye do A LOT of training with yer dragon,'' he said going back to work on his buckle which had by now cooled too much to be shaped easily, taking up his tongs again he held it inside the furnace, watching with contentment as the metal grew brighter as it absorbed the heat.

[Chloriosus]

Sorgen nodded, his lips pressed together, and smiled nervously. He then began to let himself out, and stopped midway. "Good night to you sir.", he said politely, before opening the door and closing carefully, inwardly cringing as it creaked. Once outside the shop, he looked out. "Oh wow, it got dark fast.", he said to himself before all his anxiety came bubbling out. "Oh for Frey's sake, how did I EVER think I could do this?", he asked himself putting his hands to his head. "I'm going to be more beaten than applesauce! I'm going to go down in five minutes, and Regen will completely lose control and spark EVERYTHING! AGH, I am so stupid!" He walked back to his family's house and sat atop his bed. "Sorgen is that you?", his mother called out loudly upon hearing the bed creak under his weight. "Where in the lands of- Sorgen?" Sorgen had decided to put off his mothers speech for later and had excaped out the window. "Blasted boy.", his mother muttered upon eyeing the empty bed.

[wingfeather]

Harrow nearly fell off of his perch with laughter, no wait, he did fall off. Fire shook his head viscously causing the twin to use his grip and fall with a thump on the stable floor....where he continued laughing.

Serhan's eyes widened, quickly he ducked out of reach of the razor scales, ''I'm SO sorry,'' he told Leilani, though he knew it wasn't really his fault, ''dont worry,'' he said in a worried voice, ''I'll get a bunch of water and polish you cleaner than you've ever been,'' he said a little timidly, he dearly hoped that Nuana would never know of this. He turned hoping that the petal dragon would follow him back to her stable so that he could wash her.

[Chloriosus]

Crimson breathed out heavily and considered this option. He was very much inclined to disagree to this suggestion, but then realized he should look at the big picture. If the shadow dragon went alone, she would reach the destination faster. It also meant that he would have to entrust her with Firasko's weapons, which he decided wouldn't be a problem. He opened his maw and held the two murked over swords to Visilva. "You are right, that would work better. I will follow you from behind. If I haven't reached the Nest yet when the sky starts turning grey, which I'm sure won't happen, then I'm probably not coming back." His last sentence had a slight bite to it. "May the odds be in your favor."

[Chloriosus]

Arrow did by no means want to be outdone by his brother, and promptly let himself drop to the floor beside Harrow, doubling over with laughter. "That was even better than the mud one.", he mentioned, between laughter. Spitball put his head against the stall wall and closed his eyes. "Oh what are we going to do with these egg heads?", he grumbled and stared disapprovingly at the pair on the floor. "If they don't stop within twenty seconds I will freeze their boots to the floor."

[tenebria]

Leilani turned her horrified gaze to the stableboy, and began frothingly angry. "YOU INCOMPETENT WORM OF A MUD CENTIPEDE!" She roared, shaking herself all over again, but unable to remove the rather adhesive dust. "YOU"D BETTER! I WILL NOT LET YOU LEAVE UNTIL YOU HAVE UNDONE THIS HORRIFICATION" She roared at him again, then was horrified triply to find the disgusting green poison gas seeping from her mouth. She swiftly shut it, gulping hard to remove it from existence. Not that she cared one whit if she poisoned the lowly creature before her that deserved to be chopped into liver and thrown to the dreki, but she hated the scent and color of it to no ends. It clashed with her scales, and made her stink of poison gases for DAYS. Not worth it. Still growling angrily in her throat and glaring at the stableboy, she stalked after him, brushing past him purposely with her sharp scales as she headed for her stall. She didn't need to be LED by this thing. She could get there on her own.

[tenebria]

Visilva waited as she saw the logic working in the poison dragon's mind, and then finally he offered her the swords. Which she really didn't WANT to take as they looked rather sharp, but she didn't have much of a choice at this point. "Of course it would" she said, then gave a snort. "I'll remember that" she said with a slight roll of her eyes. Goodness, what a dark dramatic speech. "If you don't come back I'm sure my rider will force us to look for you anyway" she pointed out, her words muffled this time as she took the swords, then gave a nod. "And yours as well. I'll see you in the dawn" she said with a rare optimism, then she thrust her wings, and sped off into the dark sky.

[wingfeather]

Elexian swiftly ran down to the stables, but quickly turned around and took a knew route when he saw a cloud of dust. Soon he reached the feathered dragon's cage. She immediately noticed him walk in and growled, she had heard the commotion down the stables and had been straining to find out what was happening. Elexian went and took a couple pieces of dried fish from a feed barrel. He held it inside the cage, just as he had earlier that day, hopefully this time, hopefully. She eyed him, this again? She remembered what happened earlier that day and recoiled back a few steps. Elexian's normally stern face changed into a pleading expression, ''please,'' he told her softly, ''please, I wont hurt you, nothing will happen. I promise,'' he said laying his forehead against a bar of the cage.

[Chloriosus]

Sorgen had bolted from his house back to the dragon stables. He wasn't going to train with Regen, but he might as well go sit with her. It would be more pleasant than being at home by all means. He burst into the stables, just to see Elexian, the elf he had happened to bother TWICE that day, trying to befriend his dragon. Embarassed, Sorgen lowered his head and quietly tiptoed to Regen stall and entered it, sitting down so that he was not visible to passersby. "Ok Regen.", he told her in whisper tones. "I did something crazy and stupid and signed us up for the tournament, so you better not act up from now on." He stared into Regen eyes, which changed from her bored grayish into her mischievous zapping blue. She rolled her eyes. What did he take her for, stupid. This was all going to go great!