Rise of the Dragon Riders {CLOSED}

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Telityn took one look at Vasilva then muttered the word ''poison'' in a rather nonchalant manner, he'd seen it before, many times. He could tell that it wasn't in the bloodstream considering how she could still move somewhat. ''Hmm I should have you up in going within a few minuets,'' he said in a cheerful enough voice. Taking out a large flask of salve from his his back, he poured out a generous amount of the semi-liquid on his hands and began to quite fearlessly rub it around the dragon's shoulder scales and upper back, then a little more on the wings, he tried and made sure that the stuff got in between the scales and reached the skin beneath, ''that will be a task for your rider to clean out later,'' he said under his breath. He went back to his bag then and took out a few hand sized leaves and, after manually opening the dragons mouth, put them beneath her tongue, ''alright then, leave those there for about two minuets and you should be good,'' he said.

[tenebria]

Dálkr strode up, his golden gaze sharp and piercing, and very serious. "Not much time to fill you in, I still must find Dagor. Walk with me" he ordered as he moved swiftly past the cloaked figure. Waiting for him to emerge at his side, he finally began speaking. "A scout, one rider one dragon, went missing either over or beyond the Vail. The only evidence we have is two bloodstained swords which another dragon returned to us just a few moments ago. We know not where or why or what exactly happened, but from a series of interrogations we believe it to be other riders, and not friendly ones at that" he said, turning a corner and ducking through the doorway out into the sunlight once again, not bothering to look back and see Tanarads reaction. Things were moving far too slowly for his liking. If it were up to him completely, he and Kivlaa would already be halfway there.

[tenebria]

Visilva eyed the healer dubiously as he reached into his lage sack and removed a flask. She scented the air then snorted in displeasure. Any other being at the Nest would have, at that point, asked her permission or explained something about that flask, but the healer simply poured it on his hands, stepped close, and began smoothing it over and into her scales. She shuddered slightly, turning her head to glare at him, the feeling rather foreign. A slight grudging admiration was building for the old healer. She hadn't had him treat her many times, a thing which she was quite proud of, but it seemed he knew his way around her kind. At least that was what she thought until he calmly pulled open her mouth, lifted her tongue, and stuck some leaves under it. The whole process shocked her slightly, as even her rider most likely would have simply told her to open her mouth and lift her tongue. The silence was what was unsettling, she decided, just as the healer spoke. She listened to his directions, and really did consider spitting them out onto his face, then gave a low strangled growl and curled back up over the swords. She would not deign to thank such an overconfident old healer. That was, until Alalea walked up. She glanced at the healer as she set down the bags and motioned for the boy to set the saddle down, then back to Visilva. "How did it go? It didn't get into her bloodstream did it? Is she able to fly immediately?" She asked with great concern.

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Zasder grinned smugly up at Vasilva, ''oh buck up dragonling, at least you'll be able to fly,'' he said with a snort that spouted a bit of green smoke into the air. Telytin nodded immediately, ''yes she can, I can see the life is already coming back into her, though I would suggest you keep to the updrafts as much as possible, and also a few cramps can be expected but that depends on how much of the poison actually got into her. Anyways I should be off,'' he easily lifted his bag onto his shoulder, ''one of our spitfire dragons had some small white dots appear all around its mouth, fixed the problem (only singed six of my fingers not to mention my elbow), just got to check on his and make sure all is well,'' he walked off quickly with Zasdar trotting behind, forked tail in the air.

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Tanarad immediately slid to the tall elf’s side and matched his pace, making a sign for Rygar to follow. His mind was working fast as he took in all that Dálkr explained, this was not the time to ask questions and details weren’t exactly very important at the moment but he could tell from the elf’s tone that something big was at stake, his expression darkened at the mention of the return of a riderless dragon and wondered it he ever met the rider, probably not. It seemed that he would be sent on a scouting mission, this excited him a bit. Thinking back to the early morning ride he and Rygar had taken he didn’t remember anything feel out of the ordinary, but they hadn’t covered much land. He looked briefly back at the bronze dragon keeping up well even if the crowd hampered him a bit.

[tenebria]

Visilva glared down at the small beast, intensely disliking the term used, snorting a (embarrassingly) weak puff of gray mist from her nostrils in show of her disapproval. Alalëa glanced over and gave an unamused look, to which Visilva ignored. The girl sighed. At least her dragon was quickly getting back to herself it seemed. She turned her attention back to the healer to listen to his words. "My thanks" she said with relief, then nodded "I shall certainly do that as much as possible" she assured him gratefully, along with another nod to show she understood about the cramps. "I hope all shall be well for you and the dragons you treat" she said respectfully as he moved away, his dragon swiftly accompanying him. She turned to Visilva. "That was rude" she said with a glare. Visilva snorted and turned away to nose the saddle, the importance of haste quite her ally in the situation. Alalëa gave her a short scowl, then nodded "You're right, we don't have time for this" she agreed, grabbing the saddle and hoisting it onto Visilva, who let out a slight grunt of soreness, then shut her mouth stubbornly. "I'm sorry, I wish I could let you rest longer" her rider apologized as she began tightening up the straps and adjusting hand holds.

[tenebria]

Dálkr gave a single quick glance back as silence greeted his words, which was honestly a pleasant comparison to the chattering of the newer generation, then turned his eyes forwards once again, seeing the rider had gotten the message. It didn't take long to reach the path to the stables, and soon the stables themselves. Finally resorting to using his voice, truly a fearsome weapon, Dálkr gave a booming shout for the swordsmith "Dagor, show yourself!" in quite the shaking manner. All stableboys in the vicinity fled and disappeared, assuming someone was in trouble, and praying it wasn't one of them.

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Dagor had just dumped a bucket of food out for Spruce and was walking away to get his own food when suddenly he heard a familiar voice of the captain call out. Dagor let out a grumble that sounded oddly like Spruce's when he was told to go out and exercise. He turned and and stalked to where the other elf stood as it wasn't all that hard finding him since he seemed to be standing in quite a clearing. ''Ya, what d'you want,'' he asked glancing upwards with an obvious tone of impatience. Nothing really ever shook the dwarf and rank by no means cowed him, although, as a little known fact, he did like it whenever the younger generation spoke with respect to him, though at times he felt they went over the top with it.

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Elexian withdrew his hand from the soft sea hued feathers, if it were up to him he would have sat there forever, basking in the joy of finally having a dragon trust and except him, at least as much as this one did, but he knew he had things to do and tasks to accomplish. Never more than now did he envy the dragon trainers. He stood and threw in one more piece of meat before walking away. The feathered dragon, though she would never for anything admit it, was sorry to see him go, though she told herself it was only because that was the only social interaction that she was really able have. Elexian noticed a strange mood was hung over the stables, one of a certain stiffness to its feel. That was when he noticed the fordable person of Dálkr and Dagor nearby speaking with him. He also noticed Tanarad which was odd because the fellow hardly ever allowed himself to be noticed. Elexian moved into a position near the sidelines where he could try and eavesdrop over what was going on. It wasn't like anyone else wasn't doing, or at least trying to do the same.

[tenebria]

Dálkr did not have to wait long for the dwarf to appear, although the annoyed glint in the latters eyes did not improve the captains mood any. Unlike his commander however, Dálkr was not strict about rank respect when it came to those whom he considered more equal in age and experience, as well as the helpful fact that he and the Dagor both shared quite similar outlooks on the youth of this day and age. With a quick nod of his head the dark haired elf revealed the issue. "Missing single patrol, duo of dragon and rider just by the Vail. A lone dragon has returned with two weapons wielded by said rider, and from what interrogation we could use, it seems we have some opposing dragon riders closing in. It could be simply a misunderstanding, or it could be a scouting party. Either way, I need you to join us in the scout, i'm hoping for a quick flyover patrol, but we must be ready to engage in defense if necessary." he said, managing to rattle it all out in a few breaths, especially as a whistling call echoed over the grounds, indicating Kivlaa had returned with their supplies and would be awaiting his return with impatience.

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Dagon's face never altered in its stoic expression as he listened to the news. This type of thing never really bothered him, riders fell off their dragons all the time, with the worse that could happen being a broken leg or something. An amused glint reached his steady gaze though when Dálkr said quick, that wasn't NOT Spruce. He nodded, ''I'll meet you on the ramparts immediately,'' he said before stalking away. Spruce was still sitting gobbling up his food when the dwarf came up, ''aight Spruce me lad me dragon, we are going for a little fly. Spruce growled. Dagor let out a similar noise as he began hoisting on the saddle and tightening it, then he took the huge dragon by the head and forcefully led him away from the food, ''at least you got to eat,'' Dagor said panting slightly. As soon as the lava dragon was clear of the food a large swarm of Dreki buzzed in and devoured the remains in a matter of seconds.

Elexian heard clearly all that had happened and almost started forward to volunteer himself but stopped just in time. He had almost made quite the fool of himself! He had no dragon to ride even if he was allowed. He noticed Tanarad was going too and supposed that was why he had seen the bronze dragon in the hall earlier. He sighed and slipped away into the shadows.

[tenebria]

Visilva let out a rumble of reluctant understanding, finding with pleasure that it didn't come out nearly as squeaky as it had at first. Alalëa finished swiftly and spared a quick moment to put her hand to her dragons nose. "I am truly grateful that you were spared any lasting injury, and proud of you for carrying these weapons and warning back." she said softly. Visilva blinked slightly, her heart giving a quick one-two thump of pleasure at this, then let out a huff of air, her mouth curling in the slightest smile as she nudged her rider with rare affection. The young woman smiled again, rubbing her hand over the scales, then suddenly jumping as a shrill trill blasted out from above them, along with a telling whoosh of buffeting air. Visilva swiftly moved a wing forwards to block her rider from being blown over as Kivlaa settled to the ground, setting down a mouthful of weapons and supplies, then glancing about for her rider. Seeing he wasn't there, she gave a huffing sigh. At least she already had her saddle on, that saved time.

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Dálkr gave a satisfied nod, glancing back to Tanarad "I suggest you prepare your dragon as well" he barked out, turning and striding back towards his own winged beast as well. They needed to get going before the threat came to them instead. His swift pace brought him quickly within sight of the two dragons, and he was pleased to see the younger rider standing quietly with her dragon, awaiting him. His eyes turned to his silver reptilian, and he quickly glanced through the supplies she'd gathered, picking up the short dagger and bow she'd added to the pile, and slinging them into his armor slots. "Well done" he said quickly with a nod as he began moving the supplies onto her saddle, attaching and slinging the dried food and flasks of water into the small saddlebag. A few tugs on the straps were all that were needed for tightening, and all was prepared. "Is it just us sir?" for a moment he'd forgotten he wasn't alone, and he swiftly looked over before relaxing the slightest and shaking his head. "Tanarad and Dagor are coming" he said shortly, then motioned to the dark dragon. "Is she well enough to fly?" he queried. Alalëa nodded quickly "The healer gave her permission to depart, she might be slower, but she'll make it" she said confidently. Dálkr nodded briefly "Good. In that case, Mount up, it's high time we get to the air" he said, looking to Kivlaa who gave a trill and lowered her wing and shoulder. With a step and a heave he swung into the saddle, settling into the well shaped dark saddle. Kivlaa shifted her shoulders and shook out her body, flaring her wings in preparation.

Alalëa took a breath, touched Visilva's nose briefly once more, then moved to her side. The dark dragon gracefully swept out her wing, and her rider stepped onto it lightly. With a swift flick Visilva sent the brown haired elf right into the saddle, and stretched her wings out to their full length, willing the adrenaline to course through her. She'd be flying on her last reserves, but she'd do it.