The Silver Palace

As Lance demanded answers, Mark managed a light chuckle, wincing immediately after. He turned his head to face the man and looked him up and down quickly before speaking. "You deserve that much. What attacked us was the forces of an evil Dragon. One corrupted by his own magic to the point of open rebellion against the Light and all her work." he said. "I fear he stole the Airships so that he may build his own air-fleet." he coughed a few times, in pain just from speaking.

"That doesn't happen often....in fact, if memory serves.....he ain't been here for a million years." He said before sighing, unable to talk much longer. Regardless, Mark managed to force himself to his feet, and hobble over to Lance, offering his good hand to shake.

"Well, it was nice meeting you. I'm going to go shoot myself or get healing, whichever comes first." he said calmly as his hand shake, despite his injuries, was strong and firm. "If you need to get home, find my first mate, Asaca, she'll take you back to where we found you in the 'Eagle." his hand then went to his shoulder, and with a deceptively charming smile, he lowered his tone. "I've seen the way my sister looks at you...treat her right."

With that, he patted Lance's shoulder and walked off to go find the healers.

He paused however as the White Bengal called his name, and he raised an eyebrow. Weird. "You could say that." he answered before turning to leave once more.

Lance wasn't completely satisfied with the answer he'd been provided. Sure, he knew what, and he kind of knew why now. But what was their history? Why strike now? What was the significance of this dragon showing up at this point in time, when Lance had arrived? There was so many questions as to where he was and exactly what kind of war he'd stumbled into...the kind between Darkness and Light, who was an actual person. Just like Lance's god was a senile, old man with no grasp of what his kingdom had succumbed to.

But he knew Mark was hurt to the point where it hurt him to speak, so he didn't prod the matter further. After all, he'd definitely had it the worst in the fight. Instead, he shook his hand and let the man walk himself out. He disregarded the mentioning of Asaca to help him leave. He had his own devices to help him transport wherever he desired. He could leave at any time.

The shuddering of his chair was enough to cause Lance to jump out of his seat, realizing too late that he'd chosen the sprained ankle for stability. Thanks to that hour and Ordan blood, it didn't hurt as bad since it had healed somewhat. But it still hurt enough to cause Lance to visibly wince as he searched for the assaulter. He found Serenity, hugging an RC behind his chair.

Kay...

Finally, he turned his attention to the newcomer, the massive white Bengal that dwarfed Serenity in size. Not much that he knew, but he at least assumed this one had as much free reign in this castle that any of them had. Although they were recently attacked by a dark dragon of some sort, apparently, so he was still questioning that statement. But, like Xeir Zith, she wasn't attacking them yet.

Deciding not to talk, he sat down in the chair once more, propping his injured foot once more, and waited for Kanwar to show up. Maybe she knew the answers.

Athena sat her butt down in Marks path, giving the young man a very pointed look as Serenity snickered from behind Lances chair as she held the RC truck seeing the massive very experienced White Tiger looking at her brother. But before Athena could say anything Serenity spoke up. "What was trhat about ME sitting on you if you tried to move Brother Dear ? Do you want her to sit on you or me ?" She had a joking tone in her voice however then she got serious and stood up, setting Slicer on the chair next to Lance before sitting down herself as Kanwar returned.

Kanwar looked an emotional wreck. She'd spent the last hour somewhere in the massive Palace wrecking a training dummy or six just out of sheer emotional energy. Her black eyes ringed in ice blue had a strange mixture of sheer sadness and something of sheer joy. It was hard to tell. Kanwar came to a fast halt however seeing Mark up and moving "Why are you not resting Kaal ?" Kanwar asked him as she moved to Lance. To Lance, Kanwar asked "How are you feeling ?"

As Kanwar spoke to Lance Serenity took that cue to get her brother's injured ass back to a bed or chair. As she passed Kanwar however the dragon said simply "Your sister is healed now, but still asleep. You may see to her if you wish." Serenity nodded her thanks as she latched onto her brother and all but half dragged/mostly cvarried him to a chair to sit his butt down as the White Bengal never moved from her spot blocking the door execept to let Kanwar and Xeir pass.

Xeir herself simply wondered why her husband was too damn stubbern to not stay put. Even when alive he was the same way, never staying put when the healers ordered him to do so. Sometimes it got to the point of Xeir magically binding him to the bed just so he could heal!! Did she have to do that there too ??

Though now that they werent fighting, Lance got a good look at Xeir in her human form. Her eyes were a pale gold-blue coloration, her hair, long and silvery white. Her dress, or robes or whatever were not as ornate as Kanwars own dress was. Where Kanwar had elaborate draconic designs, Xeir had more normal clothing and robes. The white and silver dress that Xeir wore went to her ankles, yet Lance could see easily that she wasnt scared to fight wearing it. On her shoulcders and upper arms silver scales, like that of a silver dragon, were seen. Also these were seen across her upper chest, above her breasts but below her neck. Her scales also formed a belt about her waist where a single sword {at that time she was still remaking her blades, and so far had only made one of the two swords}

Finally Athena spoke "I knew you were stubborn, Nephew. But this is just plain rediculous" The White Bengal Tiger said simply, what Serenitym ade up for in sheer muscle, she had in experience, but it was nothing compared to Athena Hawkthorne, Marks aunt. the 900 pound White Bengal Tiger had both size and experience cpompared to Serenity. but compared to Serenity's mother that was to be seen. "Do as your sister says, sit down so you can be healed" With that Athena removed from... somewhere on her body... a white crystal, a Healing Crystal

Wait

Did the massive White Tiger just call Mark.... her nephew ??

The sound of pain that escaped Mark's lungs when his sister dragged him to the chair was both hilarious yet excruciating to hear, the loud, pained wheeze of his broken ribs pressing on his bruised lungs and his broken arm flopping to one side before he was plopped in a chair, and he coughed, which caused more groans, which caused more coughing, and so on, and so on until he finally leaned back, practically hyperventilating just to withstand the pain.

"I would be resting if you'd let me move..." he wheezed out, his eyes narrowing on the White Bengal before him. Nephew? he thought. His eyes looked down in thought. Uncle Arm was in Arendelle....did he have an aunt who was full-blooded Tigris? With his good arm, he quickly moved to his bad one, grabbing it by the elbow and lifting, twisting, and then pushing, a sickening crack heard as the bones realigned and the socket popped back into place. A mixed hiss rang out from Mark's throat, one of a Tigris, Dragon, Eagle and even Human ringing out; his mixed heritage coming into light.

He took one look at the healing crystal and reached out his good arm for it, eyes twitching in pain and impatience. Briefly, his eyes went to Lance. "Wanna see something cool?" He joked before snatching the crystal from the paw of the Tigris before him, and first moving it over his arm. Another series of sickening snaps was heard as the bones not only completely realigned, but also mended themselves, stronger than before. The same happened for his ribs and lungs, and he did a once over on his head, to make sure he wasn't brain-damaged from the impact and loss of consciousness. He then went to Lance, smiled, and moved the crystal towards his ankle, if allowed, he would be able to fully heal said ankle, and even repair the strain on the muscles, making it as though it had never happened.

Mark tossed the crystal up and caught it, spinning around and handing it back to the Bengal before him. "Aunt....Athena, if I am correct? I have a very brief memory of you from childhood." he said. "How are you here?"

The White Bengal smiled as Mark used the healing crystal on both himself and when allowed to do so, on Lance's ankle. "You are." She said in answer to Marks question of her name. The massive tiger also nodded as she spoke. The white Tiger Looked briefly thoughtful as Serenity turned away with a grunt of 'I just fixed that arm brother!' muttering in a dialect Athena couldnt hope to recognise.

"The last time I saw you, and your sister, was the day before the fire." Athenas tone went briefly, dark as she spoke of it. Thinknig her sister lost, but her brother giving her hope before she herself disappeared from Arendelle on a mission that ended with her losing her memory.

The Tigris however had a strange glint in her eyes as she stood on hind legs, and quickly shifted form to that of a human woman in a rather... well... something that could put most courtesans to shape yet on her it looked rather regal yet revealing at the same time. "You have the look of someone searching for something long lost. Surely you cannot be the one sent to find it ?" She meant the Shroud she'd taken from the castle.

But then how did she know ?

Serenity sat back down next to Lance as Slier bounced about the crystal floor, bonking into things like walls, chairs, the bed nearby which ewarned a very startled shriek from the briefly asleep Silver Dragon within the room. Serenity put a hand to her face, dragging her fingers down it Lance could see the shadowy scars had been healed but still there, albiet faded. Not that it mattered at that point as she did say the scars didnt hurt.

BONK.... thump "OW!!" Serenity suddenly chirped in a very strong feline voice as Slicer came sailing out of Xeir's bedroom and slamming into Serenity's face before landing in her lap and just sitting there. Serenity snickered a second later and hugged the RC truck again "You naughty thing! All those upgrades and your coiled code.... No spinning front wheels at me, Slicer. You know better than to wake up someone unless Mother or I send you to" The little truck seemed to sag its axels as Serenity held it

Kanwar smirked as Xeir stumbled into view. Lance, and everyone else for that matter could see she was barefoot in a dark silver and white dress. "So much for that nap" she mumbled... in hebrew. Kanwars smile grew, yet Mark could see clearly something haunted her.

Finally Kanwar spoke, "I have something I must tend to. If you need me or anyone else, feel free to ask a guard for directions, or a servantae.. Or a Kobold, dont worry everyone here is friendly. But be aware of those in loud robes. Parrots cant be fully trusted" Infact the Parrot Enclave made Al Capone's mob run look like the first president elected by americans! Parrots were organised people to the point wherein they made the mob look like a wild western town's sherrif station

A very hesitant Lance tried to sit and make himself smaller as the chaos that was clearly the normal for this crowd ensued around him. Family reconvened with one another and friends beat upon each other, as they do. Though he couldn't recall a time when his friends dragged him across the floor while he had numerous broken ribs and possibly internal bleeding...oh wait, yes he could! He backtracked, bringing memories of the Gladiator Cup he once had to fight his way through, which left him in an exhausted state afterwards. It was due to a few miracles that he survived such an ordeal.

Regardless, all he had to deal with now was a sprained ankle. So when Kanwar asked him how he was doing, his reply was quite nonchalant, "Yeah, I guess. Been through worse." He couldn't say the same for the gracious host, who had bags under her eyes the size of travel luggage. Even though she kept a thin, painted smile on her face, it was clear her mind was racing about something important to her. What could be tugging at her strings?

There wasn't time to ask as she was already moving from Serena to Mark to the newest arrival, who had pulled out a white crystal of some kind and proceeded to place it on Mark. The feeling of relief the crystal brought onto Mark was felt throughout the room, as if lifting a cloud of ailing apprehension. It was almost tempting for Lance to take the crystal when offered to him. But he stuck to his roots and held out a palm when presented with the opportunity to use the healing crystal, "Nah, I'm good. It's almost healed anyway." It probably still had a good hour to go before the pain would subside entirely, but he wasn't going to let them know that.

"I have something I must tend to. If you need me or anyone else, feel free to ask a guard for directions..."

Lance curled the left corner of his mouth in thought as she left, causing for him to leave a lingering stare at the door she walked through. Something was still bugging her, it seemed. Even with that slight jovial moment when she warned them of the...erm, "parrots"...there was still strain in her voice. Like she was trying to hold it together even now so that they wouldn't be witness to a potential breakdown. Instinct kicked in and Lance stood up suddenly.

"I...have to make a call. I'll be right back," he told everyone present before leaving out the same exit Kanwar had taken. As he went, he did his best to hide the pain in his ankle. It was easier as it had subsided for the moment, but there was still a trace of a hobble when he walked through the door and closed it behind him.

"Kanwar!" he called to the noble, who was still walking down the hallway. He caught up to her before speaking again, "You okay? You seem to be under a lot of stress right now."

A portal opened; fgrom it stepped two beings, one Mark knew possibly a little too well, judging by the look the Raven was giving him, and the other a metal dragon the size of a school bus. But it was Sazhoris urgency that had her making a beeline direct for Mark in the dining hall of the massive palace. "This is for you" She said handing him the two wanted posters the Sparrows had recovered and sent to her

On one it was simple, a image of a woman only seen in history crystals,, the ancient ancestor of the Mongol Genghis Khan, a woman named Kamerilah Wolfe, it was a wanted poster, it said in six different langauges including Draconic "WANTED; FOR TALKING BACK TO A OFFICER OF THE LAW; REWARD OFFERED, ALIVE ONLY"

The other was even simpler, it had a picture of Mark on it, in huge nordic lettering it said "WANTED BY ORDER OF QUEEN ELSA: WANTED: ALIVE, FOR BEING TOO DAMN GOOD FOR THIS WORLD, AND IN NEED OF A DAMN FUN NIGHT"

When Mark took the two posters, Sazhori smirked, crossing her arms as her armor ambled in and stood by the crystal fireplace nearby she asked simply "How many of your ancestors are dead ? Did you erver take a headcount of how many filled tombs you have ?"

At this point the sight of a Dragon hardly fazed Mark, and as he read the posters, he could only smirk. They actually got his face right on this poster, granted his hood was actually down in the picture. The woman, however, he had only seen as stated before, in the memory crystals. Though then again, with the weird shit going on with the Wolfe Clan nowadays he wouldn't put it past him if that Dragon in front of him was also this... Kamerilah Wolfe.

He looked back to his own wanted posted, and let out a hearty belly-laugh at it. "Well shit, I might as well turn myself in. Sounds like a good reward." he said while laughing. He was wearing currently only his usual heavy combat boots, pants, and a tank-top. His scarred but muscular body mostly on display; much to the delight of some onlooking Dragons and Doves from across the room.

At Sazhori's question, he looked back up and tilted his head for a second. "I think at this point a better question is how many of my Ancestors aren't dead." he said. "Though I should do a head-count of the Mausoleum.... needs to be dusted anyway...." he shrugged.

"Do you know who she is ?" When mark turned to face her a Dove fainted. "Oh shove it Dovah" Sazhori said in Eaglese, a cross of Chinese, japanese, and north korean mixed with a tint of Mongolian. Without thinknig it she held out her hand, a crystal floated from a stack to it as if by magic, accessing the floating images and texts she went through the thing until finding the only note about Kamerilah Wolfe.

"Hmmm. Daughter of Aceial Wolfe, son of Yaeko Wolfe, former commanding officer in the Arendelle Army, Named Hitokiri Battosai at the Battle of Gilja, disappeared, gaind status of legend.... bloodline restarted in Ulanbataar.... Mongolian bloodline of Wolfe flowed until two generations before the Great Clan Wars of Japan and the Samurai were born.... Genghis Khan direct decendant.... Oh look; last seen in a place called Wing City...." Sazhori rattled off the info she had found.

She then saw him looking at Zhou, "Oh, Mark, this is Zhou, he... he's a Chromatic Dragon, he wants to see Mother" Mother meaning Light herself, "Have you seen her ?"

"Interesting." Mark said, looking at the hologram and taking in the information. Wing City? Christ he just got out of there.... looks like he was going back. He sighed softly and considered the information. If Kamerilah was alive, she'd likely not know he was Clan leader... and based on the wanted poster, she'd be likely fixin' to fight someone of authority.

Better him than the Imperium.

Turning to Zhou, Mark gave a curt nod. "Greetings, Zhou." he said in Draconian; he was getting better at speaking it on his own without Kalda helping him. "As for Mother.... well, I don't know what she's up to. I saw her an hour ago, looked like she was either deciding if she wanted to be pregnant or fat based on her facial expression." He then tried to mimic it, furrowed eyebrows, puffed out cheeks, eyes darting off to the side in thought, and to top it off, hands on the belly as if she'd just either eaten a large amount of food, or was trying to see if she was pregnant with a brand new Baby Dragon. Or Eggs. Whatever she felt like doing this time around.

Sazhori at first said nothing in regards to Light, if Mother wanted something, she either made it herself, had someone make it for her or steal it, then again Light stealing anything wasnt exactly known but Sazhori had her secrets, Light afterall had shared a few with her thanks to the Blessing. Finally her brain worked with her mouth and she said simply "Im not gonna dignify that with a answer but ask another unrelated question. Who're the cats ?" She jerked a thumb at the twin Benga tigers nearby, the clearly smaller of the two overjoyed that the other was back on her feet....

"Ok so you're busy then ?" Seeing the expression on Marks face, going to Wing City ? "Want a bodyguard ?" The last time Sazhori saw Light was when she was given Lights blessing, and was healed of her ejndless illness and given charge of Protecting Diamond, the daughter of Light and younger sister of Xeir. Though knowing Mark, a bodyguard wasnt exactly gonna be needed.

Seeing his look Sazhori smirked "I'll go find light; Should be upstairs yes ?" The Throne Room was at the top of the Silver Palace, So if Light wasnt there she was most likely in her bedroom.

Zhou trailed behind Sazhori looking about at the hall taking in the scene. At the larger room Zhou shifted its bulk with a soft choral crinkle of reorganizing ferroplasm. Matte metal muscles split and shined as gulfs turned to metal spars with sharpened edges. As lantern eyes flared brightly for a moment before he blinked once to stop his head from hitting something from the ceiling.

"Not enough of a name from the dragon's flesh fit inside a transfiguration to make itself in flesh as you do but neither head enjoys driving itself through floors," Zhou replied to the human-like creature in a firm Draconic of some distant accent as one lantern eye flared purple to look up.

Zhou eyed the obstruction carefully situating himself in the new space while rambling openly as his living mind pieced itself together, "A mother ever busy warms an old dragon's heart as far too many children were lost over the ages. Myrkul has no appreciation for lives like those little blackbird says you so spread frivolously for some transient wrong of insignificant time. Neither wasteful is Myrkul in making more beings at least when it suffers not as a mother does for their young."

He made a fist full of angled metal that turned momentarily the color of old parchment of a mind inclined to ramble, "We are less suited to fatherhood than we once were but posterity has its value. Hm. A new skill to practice all over again."

Sazhori brought his wandering attention back to the present saying directly to Sazhori, "Ah, Upstairs? The weapon I am doesn't like being small for long. Still, lead on."

Moteeshi has arrived, coming from Queen.

Moteeshi has left the area, heading in into Silver Palace Entrance Hall.

Suddenly, a swirling vortex appears to the southwest. You can see something appear in that direction.

Tadashi has arrived, coming from Silver Palace Entrance Hall.

In a cacophony of obliteration, everything to the out vanishes.

In a cacophony of obliteration, everything to the down vanishes.

Tadashi vanishes into nothingness, but you get the feeling they are heading somewhere else.

Tadashi has arrived, coming from Silver Palace Entrance Hall.

Tadashi has left the area, heading north into Reo Street.

Tadashi has arrived, coming from Reo Street.

In a cacophony of obliteration, everything to the east vanishes.

Tadashi vanishes into nothingness, but you get the feeling they are heading somewhere else.