Black Tool Headquarters

Markov kicked a rock hard as he leant against the wall of the Black Tools hideout, it wasn't much, just a cave which had been renovated enough to be considered a fancy home large enough to squeeze dragons inside with all the provisions a human would need. At least which a Black Tool human would need, that meant plenty of weapo training rooms, storage, escape routes, kitchens, hidden rooms, sealed rooms to hide their secrets but best of all to Markov the room he was in at the moment, the lounge room where you were free to relax by a coal fireplace built into the wall with a cushiony coach.
He would be sitting on it now were it not for some other peasanty members using it up as they chatted away idley.
A sick smile spread on his face as he thought of crushing the younglings making them bleed untill they bowed down to his supremness.
It was then that a shrill rose from a dragon somewhere as a young fire dragon ran into the room and into his owns arms still a baby so its rider could still carry it, the thing was practically crying which made Markov roll his eyes smirking.
He knew the probably reason why.

As he thought so the culprit came gliding in sweeping through the caves narrow passage way his form agile and swift, at least it was narrow to a full grown dragon. "Jayron" Markov said a little gleefully "Have you been picking on others again? I told you not to do such dreadful things" he snickered as Jayron landed beside him his golden yellow scales bright against he blazing fire keeping everyone warm.
"Markov the thing didn't take a joke is all" he shrugged smirking all the while as the young fire dragon owner stood up scowling at Markov.
"How dare you! he's just a child" the boy bellowed.
Markov shrugged like Jayron had "guess he's got to learn somehow" he strolled over to the boy looked at him and his friends, they had stood up in the boys defense. Markov smirked "Just like you've got to learn the pecking order" he plopped onto the now free coach quickly laying out across it as the three boys grew angry.
Just as they were about to say something Jayron boomed over them his height humongos compared "Ah, this is Jayron, he doesn't like anyone but me, can yo imagine?" he said sly as the boys backed away and without further word ran down the caves tunnels leaving Markov to his coach and fire.
"Well played Markov" Jayron nodded proud of his rider laying on his stomach comfortably.

"Indoril! Where are you going?!? What has gotten into him these days. It's not like him to ignore me or the boss".
“I don't like him... he's to sullen and boring. He never does anything fun anymore". Haunter commented.
"Well I don't like it. Things don't get done with warriors doing what they want. I mean look at Markov, he's abusing his power again".
" it looks like your going to have to whip them again". She spat out giggling. The look from Saarii was quite disconcerting.
“As much as they need it that’s not what the boss believes in. Oh and talk to Saarii, see… what’s going on”.
"Oh your no fun anymore".
"You said that already".
“I’m just proving a point". But it was true they needed to be put in line again but it wasn't his job to do so.
"I just hope the boss gets here so we can do something of worth".

Things had been a little hectic the past few weeks, as the game drew closer and now they were upon them. Trying to get spies into the games, so they could gather Intel about the matching’s and the riders and dragons. Plus they had to get themselves in somehow but that was the boss’s big plan. She hadn’t even told me anything about it, it was quite concerning. Plus we needed to be ready for anything, so everyone’s been training hard these past few days and especially on their signature moves, the boss said for the moves to be no less than flawless. But the boss wasn’t here yet so it seemed like things were riding on me for the moment. As Rogarsh thought that thought he stepped into the Cave. People sprang to attention shouting things like “ Attention”! and “Bigjobs”!

"You can't stay under the water forever Altrom." Zindra said, letting the water in the bathtub heat up a little more. "Zindra, I grew up at a river in the water kingdom. I could stay here for forever. But I know that I have to go, just give me a second." Altrom said, sinking a little down in the hot water.
After a litle while, he got up from the water, dried himself off, and put on some clothes. His white shirt, with the golden embroidments, and his white fur cape. He loved his clothes, so pure and clean. Not like Forlorn.
He looked at Zindra. "Let'd go check up on the others, I can't stay here, water is allways in movement you know." he stepped forward, and opened the door to the bathing area. Noone else had been in there since Altrom went inside. They all knew that he liked privacy when he was bathing, and the last one who went in there, had had icecicles in his arse. So people had gotten smarter when it was about Altrom and his bathing habits.

When he entered the room, he could see a small dragon, it was scared and freaked out, and the owner and his friends were picking a fight with... what was his name again?... Oh yeah, Markov.

"Hey Markov. Let alone the childrenn, and go peck on someone your own size you coward." Altrom called, catching the attention of the younglings. They all knew who he was, Altrom was one of the few known water dragonriders. Thus, he was invited to the flight games, making him a hotshot in the Black Tool.
"And you small dipshits ought to be out cleaning the dragon cages, shouldn't you." Altrom sneered at the kids. One of them was about to object, but he was cut off by Zindra, whom snarled at them. They literally disappeared in a cloud of dust, fleeing in all directions. Now it was only Altrom and Markov.
"Jesus, can't you walk around a second without picking a fight with the small kids?" Altrom asked in mock amazement. "Seriously, what if one of them were taunted into attacking you? Do you know how many trouble you'd be in if you 'accidentally' killed one of them?" Altrom loved to be sarcastic, and right now, he was on the verge of overdoing his sarcasm.

"Shut your mouth Markov. You envy the fact that I actually got a way into the flight games. Besides, I know that it's some pumped up crap, I'm after all working for the Black Tool, not for the water nation." Altrom said, sending Markov a hard glare.
"Now if you'd please excuse me, I got a long flight before I'm at the island. Besides that, didn't you get orders to go out to the island too? Simply to help with our work." Altrom said, looking accusingly at him.

He turned to Zindra. " I'll got get the saddle." he muttered to her. He turned on his heel, and went past Markov. "You better get yourself busy, I can feel in the air, that the boss might come around and put you to work with the others." Altrom faintly threatened.
He went to the mouth of the cave, and found his saddle. He picked it up, and slung it over his shoulder. Zindra had followed at his heels. "Bow your neck please." she did as he asked, and he fastened it around her neck, then jumped up. "Let's get going, I can't take that Markov. He's just one lazy idiot." he muttered, and Zindra spread out her wings. She went to the border of the cave, then jumped out and unfolded her wings, like an azure blue wave.

Altrom felt a surge in his guts, as the dragon took off from the ground.

Things were not going to plan. Or rather Rogarsh's plan. Altrom was gone already, Markov was just standing there, Rogarsh didn't even know where indoril was and not to mention the bosses absence. And Rogarsh hadn't even heard from his contacts on the Flight game islands, he didn't even know if their base was setup properly .This is not amusing he thought.

He stalked away, this was not good. He almost thought that going home and calling sick was a good idea until he realized to many people had already seen him. the situation was enough to make a man go mad. But he knew that it was all going to be worth it at the end. But until then he and everyone else was just going to have to wait. Rogarsh turned the corner of the hallway, he stopped and bent down and picked up a rock. He threw the rock a good few meters into the middle of the hallway, the rock sat there. Wait for it Rogarsh thought, then the floor fell through a hole. it was quite deep, deep enough to keep someone in there. It was Haunters favorite trick because no one other than Rogarsh could tell the difference from solid ground and the trick ground. He sidestepped it and walk to the end of the hallway. "Now where did indoril go"?

Rogarsh sat down at the ledge overlooking the valley, It was the heat of the day and he was hungry. Haunter had probably killed and eaten a few local wolves by now. HE quietly shouted to himself "damn I could eat a cow"! But now wasn't the time, things were being set in place .Even though he couldn't find Indoril, things were coming along. Rogarsh just got the Thumbs up from the spies on the flight games island. They were all on the invitation list for the ball, and so were the dragons. They also had the base ready so that they had accommodations during the games. Rogarsh sighed, The spies were only able to get a cave with a small entrance (it has to be inconspicuous), It wasn't even big enough to fit a baby dragon through the entrance. The dragons were going to have to sleep somewhere though.

Just then he spotted Haunter "Well well well speaking of the devil here she is now".
"Hey thats me! Ohh look, look i got you something"! She dropped a cow next to him, it had bite marks down its hide. Ironic he thought. "That would have been a good idea a few hours ago, we covered the spit a while ago*."
"oh and we got the invitations to the ball, and this time you are going to where some armor, i spent good money on it".
"Bummer you wasted your money, I. Wear. Nothing!(she was quite serious about that)So anyway...Butterfly!" she took off again into the cave. Rogarsh heard a chair break. He sighed again. "Uh sir can we re-build the spit"? it was Greg the guard. Rogarsh was torn, he was hungry but the boss would be furious. But that was the least of his problems, "Yes why not"

*That order was given by him^
^well most of him, the other part of him wanted hoped a cow would fall from the sky.

As soon as the lunch was over Rogarsh went to he quaters where he needed to pack up all his things. A sudden shift in the wind told him he needed to be in solitude "she would never.. unless... no" (a sudden shift in the wind was never good, but to Rogarsh it was worse). As soon and he lamed the door to his room his ear's popped and he felt blackness crash over him like a wave in the night, "Rogrash...." it was Vici."Rogarsh you must listen... I have become lost, the forest it won't let me leave". The lost forest, she only went there if something was very wrong. "The forest senses it, the evil on the horizon... things have changed.. You must take over now. finish what i started and be cautious, things are not as they seem anymore..." Rogarsh woke up. He was lying on the floor, now what he thought. The boss is gone (and I don't know if she'll ever return), this was bad... Rogarsh didn't know what do now. But one thing was obvious. They had to be at the ball now.

He hated using this technique but desperate times call for desperate measures. But first he needed haunter, as Rogarsh strolled out he saw her gnawing on the last piece of Beef. "Haunter null now"! and boom just like that they were connected (Rogarsh fell flat on the floor, again). we need to summon all the warriors. But why? There has been a change in plans now send them the apparitions and make sure they are only visible to my warriors. Fine but whats going on? not now i must speak to the warriors. Rogarsh felt the sand shift, it was time. " My warriors do not be alarmed, it is me Rogarsh. I carry bad news, Vici will not be able to join us in our conquest and she has passed on power to me. Indoril and Markov we leave for the flight game island in half an hour, so be ready. Altrom I expect you to make the bases ready for our arrival. We must finish what Vici started". the blackness faded and Rogarsh woke up again. "ugh my head hurts"
"you have no idea" Haunter complained.
"lets get ready, we have a ball to attend".