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Divinity Unbound

Divinity Unbound

The Dragon Goddess slumbers as the reanimated corpse of Her son, Maglissos, is rejuvenated by forbidden magics which siphon the life energy of the Dragon Race. Can our heroes save the Dragons and wake the Goddess before it's too late?

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Introduction

“The Gods are not born. They simply Awaken…”

- Anonymous

During time immemorial, before the universe or even the concept of time existed… Two Gods Awoke to the vast emptiness of the Void.

They were the All Father and the All Mother. The King and Queen, as well as Father and Mother of the Gods. They knew this, as did all who came after. Realizing that they didn’t have the power to accomplish the tasks which existed in their minds, they set about Awakening their Children to assist them in their labor.

Their first child was the embodiment of beauty and power, and Awoke to the Void in a form entirely different to Her parents. With a serpentine body, massive wings which generated a hurricane with each flap, and a ferocious roar which made even the infinite Void tremble in fear, the Dragon Goddess, Sil’Eph Niir, was born.

Eons passed and the emptiness of the Void was given form by the All Father and life by the All Mother. They, alongside their Children, then ascended to the Higher Plane, a separate realm from that of the Mortal universe. However, what they did not anticipate or realize at the time was that alongside the birth of this new universe was another realm born with it. A realm every bit its equal and opposite. The Nether Realm. And within this Nether Realm was the embodiment of all negative forces: The King of the Nether Realm (also known more simply as the Evil King).

This Evil King began infecting the Universe with His negative energy which paved the way for all that is known as “evil” to exist in the world. Greed. Corruption. Cruelty. And more.

Following the creation of the Mortal Realm, Sil’Eph Niir gave birth to Her first Child, Maglissos, a Black Dragon God. Drained of power by her labor, Sil’Eph Niir took to rest as Her Son continued to grow and flourish alongside her and the rest of the Gods in the Higher Plane.

However, the Evil King launched an attack on the Higher Plane. Despite her condition Sil’Eph Niir, as the eldest and most powerful Child of the All Mother and All Father, took it upon Herself to do battle with the Evil King. The rest of the Gods fought against his forces, and the battle took a turn for the worse when Sil’Eph Niir was defeated. The King of Evil advanced against the All Mother and All Father, but Maglissos, still an infant, stood strong against the Evil King and delivered a powerful blow before being dealt a mortal wound by his Blade of Darkness.

Out of rage and emotion at the death of Her Son, Sil’Eph Niir took to Her Dragon form to do battle with the Evil King once again. However, due to Her injuries, this battle saw Her fare no better than their first. In the end the All Mother and All Father sacrificed what remained of their life energy to Sil’Eph Niir thus giving Her the strength to overcome this almighty foe. Driven back by the power of the Dragon Goddess, the Evil King retreated to the Nether Realm. But not before His forces retrieved the corpse of Maglissos delivering it to His hand as He entered the portal to His realm of darkness.

Following the loss of Her Son, and the sacrifice of the All Mother and All Father, Sil’Eph Niir sensed a new calling within the core of her being and Descended to the Mortal Realm to create and give birth to the first Children of Earth: The Dragon Race.

As the first creatures ever to set foot on the planet and call it "home," they know instinctively they are the product of Sil’Eph Niir’s labor and love. Exhausted and drained of her power, Sil’Eph Niir took to hibernation in Dragon’s Cove at the center of the world. Her Children gathered around Her body and, to this day, stand watch over Her waiting for the day She awakens. All who venture into the waters of Dragon’s Cove are viciously attacked or turned away by Her sea-going Children.

And so we find ourselves in the present day as mortals on Earth.

A cult of eclectic humanoids worshiping the forces of Darkness have stolen ancient and forbidden magics which have since been activated and now siphon the life energy from the Dragon Race to fuel the rebirth of the now reanimated body of Maglissos within the Nether Realm. Having been reanimated and endowed with the power of the Evil King, his body has grown to maturity. As He gathers the energy of the Dragon Race, He awaits the moment His strength reaches its absolute peak that He may Ascend to the Mortal Realm to destroy His Mother once and for all in accordance with the will of the Evil King.

And thus we find our heroes being sucked into this war between Gods and men.

Will you survive?

Will you help protect Sil’Eph Niir and Her Children from evil?

Or will your story be one of many which perish in the flames of an ancient and unforgiving feud among Gods?

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Character Portrait: Zaldir Kestal

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Zaldir was in the midst of a transaction of a magical item he crafted, when his ears twitched. A small look of concern crossed his face. He looked towards the sea of the port town he was in for the purpose of gaining enough money to purchase a boat. The sea seemed calm.

Quiet. Too quiet. Much like the day they came and took everything from him. He looked at the sea, not noticing that a cloud passing over him, might not have been a cloud. Then there was a crash, Screams and panic. He heard the sound of growling close by, as he turned around slowly. There, face to not so close face, was a dragon, staring at everything below it like an normal mortal would look at an ant.

”Oh crap.” he said as the dragon roared. Chaos reigned as town guards moved to attack the creature to drive it back. However, all attacks made it seem futile as it only began to breathe fire upon the town. Zaldir ran for his horse and cart and began to try and make for a hasty getaway. He had to leave. But before he even did anything, he saw a mother taking a child from the scene, only to get a wagon falling on top of them.

The elf’s mind took him to another place, to a moment where he thought He was back amongst people he lost. He then grit his teeth in anger and dove out of his cart and hurried to the fallen wagon, hoping to ad other villagers until, A fiery explosion knocked him towards his cart once more, and turned to where it came from. His eyes widened as he saw charred, still burning remains of the people he aided before. Panicked, Zaldir began to scramble.

”Ardyn! We gotta get out of here!” He shouted at his horse who at this point panicked so hard the moment rubble separated him from the cart, the stallion bolted. ”Ardyn Wait for me!”

But his cries couldn’t deter the horse from trying to find a point of safety on its own. Abandoned and alone once more, Zaldir’s hands trembled. He reached for an amulet around his neck. He remembered the face of his sister who gave it to him. His right hand gripped his sword, the other onto this token that represented his one of very few good memories left of his family he lost.

”Mother Goddess, and all other gods I can name, I call on all of you. Zaldir, Last of the Kestal Clan, requests only this; Help these people, give these people the strength to fight back! Give them hope! This is my wish! I know I’ve given selfish prayers, wanting my life to be better, I’ve been bitter and alone, But for them let me be strong!” He Mentally prayed out, drawing his sword and preparing for an inevitable death, and therefore, bringing the Male line of Clan Kestal to an end.

Then, all of a sudden, he heard a voice, making his ears twitch once more. "Child of the Forest. Flesh of the Earth. Receive now my power, and drive away the Darkness!"

Zaldir felt a rush of magic flowing into his veins. It felt foreign, yet so invitingly peaceful. The magic mingled with his own as he poured as much of it into his own sword, the blade gaining an aura of fire as the elf glared at the dragon, and the creature now giving him it’s full attention.

He ran towards the beast and threw arcs of fire at the dragon by merely swinging the sword. The arcs struck the dragon’s face as it drew back in pain and terror as it took to the skies. It took one final look at the elf that managed to leave a defining mark on its face, before taking to the skies. Zaldir began to attempt pursuit when he suddenly began to feel drained of energy. It was then he heard the voice again.

"Seek out my Sister, Sil'Eph Niir. The Dragon Goddess. She sleeps, and calls to you, from Dragon's Cove. Hurry my Child! There is no time!"

”Okay... I just.. need a nap.” he mumbled as he began to head for his cart, and collapse near it in exhaustion. The last thing he heard was the clop of a horse’s hooves.

”I hope you’re here to apologize Ardyn....asshole.” he muttered in Elvish as consciousness was lost to him.

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Character Portrait: Vernon Shulls Character Portrait: Carmen 'Ruffles' Rufferones

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Vernon Shulls /Carmen ‘Ruffles’ Rufferones

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The first sign that things were amiss was the turn in the weather. A strong, foul wind began blowing against the sails, a thick and unsettling smell in the air. The skies turned grey, and the waters grew darker as they began to churn and foam, whipping into a frenzy that began to batter the galleon about as it dipped and dived over each crest. “What the hell is this…?” Vernon muttered to himself as he tightened the rigging, adjusting the sails to try and account for the new, more brutal weather. “Oysten! Putts! Tie down the cannons; it looks like we’re in for a rough ride!” Rain was now beginning to pelt the deck and cut even more visibility, lightning crackling through the sky as if tearing the heavens itself asunder. If Vernon believed in the gods, he might think they’d somehow pissed them off.

Gritting his teeth as a wave buffeted him as it poured over the side of the ship, Vernon shook his hair clear of his eyes, turning to shout over his shoulder to his partner. “Oi! Ruffles! What’s with this storm? I thought you were chartering a clear course!” Grimacing as another flash of lightning struck the waters near them, Vernon hoped that their Lady Luck could hear him over the thunder. “See where’s the nearest place to dock! This shit will tear us apart if we stay out in it too much longer!” Calling out as loudly as he could, Vernon didn’t hear any response from Carmen, which was a little odd. She better not be sleeping through this somehow…

“I don’t get it! I glimpsed the weather and there shouldn’t have been anything like this! You sure you idiots didn’t steer us off course?” Finally, the mermaid responded as she came up from below deck, ship’s compass in hand as she tried to make sense of their heading. Holding her hat to her head to stop it blowing off in the wind, Carmen squinted through the rain to watch the compass turn, slowly heading up towards where Barten was at the wheel. “The only idiot around here is you for getting us into this mess!” Vernon shouted as he slung around the side of the ship, landing on deck to help tie one of the cannons into place. “Oysten! Get to work on bailing out the lower decks! I don’t want a single piece of the cargo spoiled, hear me?!”

“Hey I am NOT an idiot!-” Dragging herself up to the stern of the boat and next to Barten, Carmen got a firm grip on the support as she double checked the compass. “-And apparently, neither is the crew. So why…” Mumbling to herself, Carmen was certain that they were on track. So why then were they in the middle of this typhoon? Gesturing Barten to move aside, Carmen got a hold of the wheel. “Go help Vernon with the cannons, I can handle this.” Tipping her hat down as she became serious, Carmen winced slightly as she felt a flash of something. Then her eyes went wide. “Wait! Untie the cannons!”

Vernon looked up to Carmen like she was insane. He also said as much. “Are you crazy? Why would we-“ Before Vernon could even finish his sentence, a cacophonous roar filled the sky, and for all but a moment it’s shadow was imposed above on the clouds, illuminated by lightning. Everyone on the crew seemed to freeze, before someone finally shouted out in alarm. “Dragon!” Harsh winds battered the ship once more, the crew struggling to stand against the force. Was this murderous storm a result of this beast?! Vernon turned back to Carmen, and as he did, she was already there, holding out a large shield. Grinning, Vernon took it. “Thanks, Partner.” Nodding happily, Carmen began heading below deck once more. “Barten! Hold the wheel while Carmen gets prepared. Oysten, keep bailing! Harvey, Jenkins, get these port side cannons ready for when this monster comes by! Putts, get those cannonballs up on deck!” Shouting orders to his crew, Vernon turned to try and catch sight of where the gigantic dragon had moved to.

“Bow of the ship! 1 O’clock! Incoming!” The call came from below deck, Carmen crying out to Vernon as he swiftly moved into place, shifting the shield into place. Just as he got into position, a blast of lightning cut through the sky, striking the shield and dissipating across its surface. Any ordinary weapon would’ve melted under the heat and power, but Vernon didn’t specialise in ordinary weapons. Getting back up on to the deck, Carmen had a bundle of gear in her arms, moving into position back at the wheel, but ready to retrieve anything Vernon needed in an instant. This was how their team worked. She could see just far enough into the future to anticipate what weapon Vernon would need in order to get it to him in time. With so many different kinds with different abilities, there always seemed to be something for each situation.

“So, that’s a dragon huh?” Vernon sneered, eying up the giant beast in the sky. It was an intimidating looking thing, black as night, with jutting spikes all over its outer features. Carmen was pulling out a large lance, tossing it to her captain. “Not just any dragon, a Storm Dragon! I’ve heard stories about this thing. Wings that shape the tides and the sky, breath like lightning and a roar like thunder…” The mermaid, moved back to the wheel, turning hard to try and get them into position for a cannon volley. “Sounds like a worthy opponent. Harvey! Jenkins, how are those cannons coming along?!” Vernon called out to his crew, but his eyes stayed on the flying prize in the sky.

“Trying sir, they’re tied down pretty tight!” Came the panicked wail, a quick glance revealing that neither was in good position to start shooting. Vernon swore. “Forget being careful, cut the damn ropes! I’ll see if I can hold it off!” As he said that, the sky cracked with more lightning, Vernon giving a grunt of exertion as he moved about the ship, barely managing to stay upright between the sway and the blasts. If a stray bolt hit them, the ship would go up in flames. Intercepting the next few lightning strikes, another heavy roar filled the sky, the monster turning from its position flying around and above them, and beginning a fast and furious charge straight at them. “Just try it you bastard!” Vernon yelled out, rushing forward to meet the dragon. “No 12! Pierce the horizon!” With a war cry, Vernon tossed the lance, a crackle of energy rippling through the air as it went right on target straight at the dragon!

Then, just as it hit, the spear bounced off, deflecting high into the sky. Still, the strike seemed to deter the dragon, causing it to pull up slightly. It wasn’t enough though. The ship couldn’t avoid all damage, the monster crashing through the mast and crow’s nest rather than the side of the ship. With the main mast down, they were going to be out at sea a bit longer this time. Swearing, Vernon looked to Carmen and the others, but didn’t say anything for the moment. He knew she was doing the best she could to avoid damage to the ship, and if this thing took out the mast, then that was the best future she’d seen. Calling his lance to return to him, the magic weapon emerged from the water, spiralling through the air before catching in his hand. “Harvey! We need those cannons, now!”

“Loaded and ready sir!” Came the call from Putts, having finished bringing enough munitions up to the deck. “Alright! Carmen, get us in position! Fire on your mark!” Vernon called out, getting in position to meet the dragon as it came by again. “Aye aye Captain!” The mermaid called out, knowing things were serious if the Captain was calling her by her name. Shutting her eyes as she spun the wheel, Carmen guided the ship so the cannons were on the right angle. Vernon looked out to sea, watching the dragon coming by for another pass, roaring at them once more and sending another frenzy of lightning bolts from its mouth. Gritting his teeth, Vernon intercepted with his shield again, stumbling back before looking back to his navigator. “Any time now Ruffles!”

“Don’t rush me!” Carmen snapped back, opening her eyes to check the dragon’s approach. Then, as soon as it drew no more than a few metres away- “Fire!” Explosions rang out as the three cannons blasted, the heavy cannonballs right on target- “What?!” Carmen stood, stunned as the dragon twisted, wrapping itself in its wings before hitting the ocean, ducking under the waves to avoid the cannon fire before resurfacing. Like a torpedo, the spinning spike looked destined to strike the ship and stab through the hull-

“Tough bastard!” Vernon screamed, getting into position with his shield and pushing up under the beast, letting the collected energy of the shield release, blasting the dragon upwards. It shrieked, breaking out of its condensed form and taking flight once more, heading back out to sea. In a flash, Carmen knew what he wanted, and quickly tossed the chained harpoon over to Vernon. Just before the dragon could get clear, Vernon ran after it, catching the weapon mid stride as he threw out the harpoon. Hitting its mark, the blade seemed to sink in somewhere in the underbelly, Vernon dropping the shield as Carmen tossed a sword his way, Vernon barely getting the chance to place it in his mouth before he was gone, hanging tight to the chain as the dragon flew back into the sky with him attached. Barely hanging on with his two hands through the slick rain, Vernon battled the rushing wind and clouds as he began to climb, getting as close as he could to the beast before drawing up the blade, slashing and stabbing at the underside. The dragon reacted, but the sword barely managed to slice through the thick carapace, and not a drop of blood spilled. “You’re a hard one, I’ll give you that! You’re gonna make a fine weapon for me once I have your head!”

Watching the dragon soaring about the sky, Carmen felt terror seizing her heart. Vernon was strong, sure, but there was no way he could handle a dragon like that! He’d either fall, or the dragon would hit the ocean or or-Why couldn’t she see what she needed to save them?! Just as she was thinking that, Carmen felt a bolt through her mind, a thought, a pulse of life. Words. ”Child of the Sea, the Deep Ocean Blue. Receive now, our power, and drive away the Darkness!” Staggering slightly, Carmen felt a million vivid pictures and scenarios filling her mind, flashes of what was, and the potentials of what could be. Fate was in her hands. Glowing with a faint light, Carmen moved over to the panicked Harvey and Jenkins. “Barten, get back on the wheel. Jenkins, we’re going to save the captain, but I need your magic. Putts, load the cannons again. The four of them…”

Up in the sky, Vernon found himself clinging on for dear life, having slipped down the chain and lost his sword to the dark depths below. If he could get on top, maybe he could- Grimacing as another roar deafened his ears, Vernon felt the tug on his body as they changed direction once more, sweeping back and heading for the boat. He couldn’t let this thing ruin them! If they sunk out here, they didn’t stand a chance of all making it back to shore! “I won’t- Let you…!” Gritting his teeth again, Vernon started to climb… Then- “Captain!” The voice came from far below, shouted from a familiar navigator. Vernon smirked. She must have had a weapon ready for hi- “Let go! On my mark!” Vernon paused for a moment. What was that crazy girl planning now?

“1…!” She had to be insane. He’d die if he dropped from this height…

“2…!” Surely there was a better plan than this…

“3!” At Carmen’s voice, Vernon was dropping, relinquishing his grip on the harpoon as he descended towards the ocean. At the same time, the sound of not one but four cannons filled the air. And as he fell, Vernon couldn’t help but smile. “That crazy idiot…” As the cannon ball flew through the air towards him, Vernon extended his hand, and in a moment, snatched the scabbard and sword in just as it was about to pass him, snapping the rope that had been effused to both it and the cannonball. It seemed Jenkin’s magic was coming in handy. Continuing his fall to towards the ocean, Vernon swung his blade, creating a carpet of wind beneath him to both cushion his fall, and to guide him towards the ship. Ruffles plan had worked to save him, but what about-

Up above, the dragon had seen the attack coming, and perhaps could have dodged a couple of simple cannon strikes. In fact, all three were going wide, on either side of it. Perhaps it was an attempt to have it dodge into them. Moving to flap its wings to hang in place, the dragon realised far too late the trap that lay before it. As the cannon balls reached their target, the rope connecting the two became more apparent, and in moments, the dragon was ensnared, the cannonballs swinging around it like bolas and impeding its flight as it fell to the ocean. The tremendous splash rocked the area, and the crew stood in stunned silence. That made it all the easier for Carmen to hear the voice that spoke next.

”Our dear sister, Sil’Eph Niir, the Dragon Goddess, calls to you from Dragon’s Cove. Daughter of the Sea, please, we beseech thee to aid her! Help protect this world from the Evil King!” Staggering slightly as Vernon returned to the ship, Carmen began to feel dizzy, but she needed to explain some things, and quickly. “The dragon won’t be held long… We need to get clear… To Dragon’s Cove…” Falling to her knees, Carmen panted for breath as Vernon knelt in front of her. “Sure. You okay Ruffles?”

“I’m… Not feeling so good… Also… What does beseech mean…?” Mumbling the last part, Carmen fell face first into Vernon’s arms, the captain cradling her for a moment before lifting her up, moving to head below deck to let her rest. “You heard her men! Chart a course for Dragon’s Cove and get us out of here! Putts, with the sail out, we’re relying on you!” A resounding ‘Aye Captain!’ was the response to Vernon, who could only grit his teeth once he was out of sight. He was still far too weak. He would have to become stronger.

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Character Portrait: Aranaea Kestal

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Aranaea flew across the Skies using her spells before landing on the path again to catch her breath and give her mana the chance to replenish. As she walked she began to hear the sounds of roaring in the air, along with screams. She ran towards the sound.

”I have to make it and see the trou-Oh my gods...” as she gazed at the dragging razing the village she began to flash back to the moments during the Scattering of the Kestals. The day she lost her little brother when he was under her watch. Only now, it was a large dragon attacking a village. She gritted her teeth and prepared a spell using her staff and sent a bolt of Fire at the dragon.

”How’s that for a taste in your own medicine you stupid lizard!?” She shouted as the bolt hit the dragon, Both it and the taunting seemed to have gotten its attention as the beast blew a torrent of Fire at her. Gasping she jumped in and used her spell that propels her to the sky, feeling the fire hitting stone, failing to notice bits of rock from the beast’s tail pelting her from the left side, causing several cuts as it the surprise caused her to spin out of control for several moments before right herself

”Oh gods! I wish I had a little help!” she shouted with a nervous tone in her voice. As she flew towards the ground to avoid the next stream of fire she heard this message;

"Daughter of the woodland trees. The ancient soil below. Receive now my power, and banish the Darkness!"

And with that she felt something rushing into her being, and she spun her staff as she remained floating in the air mere inches from the ground, preparing two white fireballs and sending them hurling at the beast with a flick of a finger. It impacted the dragon, causing two white dots to show on its black exterior as it shrieked, spreading its wings and flying away.

Aranaea would have given chase if she didn’t suddenly feel light headed and landed on her feet, using her staff as support to try and walk towards a spot to rest, when she heard the voice again.

"The Dragon Goddess, Sil'Eph Niir, slumbers in Dragon's Cove. She calls to you now. Hurry my Child! Time is short!"

”I will hurry...I will...I must, hopefully, Zaldir can forgive me, if I delay in finding him.” She muttered as she collapsed underneath the shade of a tree, her brilliant sapphire colored eyes closing as she passed out. Her last thoughts before doing so, was of how it sucked to be passed out by oneself. She was thankful for the shade at the least.

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Character Portrait: Korose

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The winds softly caressing the land whispered unto the ear of the world a foul and vile secret. The weight pushed down against each blade of grass, flattening them ever so slightly out of their natural alignment. And upon those blades of grass crashed a heavy, thundering boot of raven black leather. Sliding up to black pants, loosely fit to the frame of the wearer, to a belt with a silver buckle, and a hide leather jacket atop a black under tunic with a small 'V' cut collar. Finally to a pair of simmering crimson eyes aglow with the light of the Wicked.

"I feel you." He whispered.

His fists clenched, stretching the leather of his black gloves forcing a groan from them as his knuckles went white beneath them.

"Where are you?"

The very air practically crackled with an overflowing source of mana which was rapidly drawing closer. All the years of meditation and honing his skills had taught him to read the world's mana and sense its natural ebbs and flows like the waves of the ocean. And ahead, towards a city on the coast, was a horrible imbalance. And not only that, but now that he looked closer, there were the first signs of a massive fire bursting out on the Eas-No, the Wes-No, the entire city!

"What in the name of-"

Wasting no time, the Red-Eyed Demon disappeared into the darkness of his Shadowfare magic and raced towards the now rapidly burning city.

To describe the event as a nightmare was an understatement. Even for Korose who had seen and done horrible things throughout his long life as an assassin, this was something altogether different. A beast drawn straight from legends, a Dragon, was now on the rampage. Its ebon wings had to be at least one hundred feet from wingtip to wingtip, with a body of even greater length. The crest upon its head sported seven spiked scaly protrusions like fire around its crown. And those ominous, almost dead eyes cut through the very souls of all who made eye contact.

Not knowing what to do to stop the creature, Korose had little time before ducking for cover during a strafing run of its powerful flame breath. Barely avoiding the assault, he beheld his jacket, partially charred at the end, before looking back to the Dragon as it resumed its assault. Dashing through the alleyways, Korose noticed that storm clouds were gathering which was excellent. Soon, the world would be cast in shadows. His home. His world.

With a smile slowly spreading across his lips, he dove for a nearby bridge to hide beneath it and channel his mana as he prepared to engage the Dragon with his Shadowfare magic.

Within minutes, the skies were completely covered. Thunder roared and lightning flashed as rain began to bathe the land beneath. The charred, flaming city became an ocean of steam and ever changing air currents thanks to the Dragon's effect on the air around it as it flew. With its fire breath mixing and clashing against naturally cold storm currents, miniature tornadoes were formed in its wake with each attack run.

But at last, the sun was blocked completely. And from beneath the bridge erupted a tower of dark energy with a pair of gleaming red eyes at its core. The Dragon, being too large and far away to see the eyes, only saw the tower of darkness and charged at it. Deftly from within the core of the tower, Korose sunk beneath the Dragon letting it fly straight through. The darkness tugged at the Dragon's body throwing its flight pattern off slightly, but otherwise leaving it without a scratch.

Damn. I thought that would hurt it at least a little.

The Dragon circled back once more, attempting to chomp and tail swipe the Darkness into submission. But to no avail. At least, not immediately. But on its fourth run, it managed a lucky blow and knocked Korose out of his tower and hurtling towards the ground. But before becoming a red smear, he managed to activate his magic to save himself at the last second. However, doing so came at a cost. His left arm grazed the ground tearing away the jacket and tunic sleeves and shredding his flesh before he managed to right himself and escape certain death.

Coming to his feet, he looked at his now horrifically bleeding and skin-shed arm before seeing the Dragon about to attack once again. The beast was almost on top of him, but a dash to the side saw him observe, almost in slow motion, the massive teeth slamming into the Earth beside him kicking up dust and concrete and knocking him away from the force of the wind its wings created. To make matters worse, one of the miniature tornadoes had picked up debris from a crumbling building nearby and sent several shards of glass screaming through the air before impacting his body across his chest and waist. Four shards in all, each buried about two inches into his flesh.

Grunting and growling in pain, he kept his eyes on the Dragon as it circled around for another run. And so, carefully removing the glass from his body, he stood against the Dragon's assault.

The beast flew down, and he used the Darkness to blind it with a protective wall before shooting himself to the side as it passed. But the tip of its wing struck his stomach sending him flying through a nearby window into a general goods store and crashing through several shelves and stands of items and goods. Now buried beneath a heap of debris, he barely managed to lift one of them off his chest before gasping for breath with a small spurt of blood coming up with it. Looking down, a thin piece of wood protruded from his lower left stomach and a crimson liquid all too familiar to him dripped to the debris and floor below.

The roof of the building was torn free, and the Dragon gazed angrily inside at the tiny mortal who'd pestered it with a snarl. And in that moment, Korose's mind began to wander somewhere it never had before.

I never did believe in the Gods. But if you're real and listening... I'd rather not meet you just yet.

Suddenly, the world went quiet and time stood still. Korose looked left, then right. Everything was in a haze. Everything moving at a fraction of its normal speed. The Dragon's gaping maw bearing down on him, he could see down its throat and count each stain on its otherwise white teeth.

And suddenly, a voice.

Wayward son of the Earth and Trees. Vessel to the Wicked. Receive now my power, and let begone the Darkness before you!

Through the haze, a beam of light only he could see crashed down onto him. Flooding him with energy and vitality, Korose erupted from the debris in a massive whirlwind of dark magic which sent the Dragon sprawling onto its back and its head bouncing off the ground twice cracking two of its horns. The beast roared in rage and pain, looking up to see the towering maelstrom of black magic swirling before it as Korose's red eyes glowed furiously within.

The Dragon quickly wriggled onto its stomach and turned to face him, but this time things were different. The moment it lunged to bite into the darkness it was repelled and bio-electricity sparked between them searing its scales. This was followed by a massive spiked flare of darkness aimed at the creature. It broke upon contact with its body, but the impact force sent it to its side on the ground and skidding for several dozen feet. Another flare, another several dozen feet. And another. And another.

Finally, the maelstrom of darkness all came crashing down on the Dragon's body consuming it entirely as it shrieked in fear and agony. But at last, the Dragon broke free. Flying into the air, its body now sporting numerous missing patches of scales and dripping blood, flew off into the distance as the darkness came under control.

Korose touched down and crashed to his knees.

Sil'Eph Niir, the Dragon Goddess, calls to you from Dragon's Cove! Hurry my child! Time is of the essence!

"Yeah... I kind of figured that out, thanks."

Just then, a little girl no more than three years of age approached the wounded Korose as he fought to keep himself upright.

"Mister... Have you seen my mommy?" She asked.

She was holding tightly to a doll hand-stitched, likely by her mother, and her eyes glossy and out of focus. Looking up behind the girl, he noticed a pair of female legs protruding from beneath a crushed building, and the girl's footsteps leading away from them in the mud to where she stood now.

Reaching out to put a hand on her head, Korose offered his best smile.

"She's... Sleeping. But she'll... She'll be back." He said quietly.

Korose then collapsed, and the world faded to nothing.

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Character Portrait: Neden Wrel Character Portrait: Dreux Andica Character Portrait: Elena Character Portrait: Zaldir Kestal Character Portrait: Saewyn Anaya Ehrhard Character Portrait: Aznyxphia, the Pariah Knight Character Portrait: Pau'Ka Character Portrait: Vernon Shulls Character Portrait: Carmen 'Ruffles' Rufferones Character Portrait: Korose Character Portrait: Aranaea Kestal

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(OOC: Skipping ahead to the date of arrival with Kumori's permission. If anyone objects, talk to him in the discord.)

Finally, the Dragon's Cove. The thing everyone had been searching for. It has been many days since they first left, but at last their long journey is over. But little did anyone know that it had only just begun.
As the hardy group of travelers arrived on land after so long, the first thing they would encounter would be a woman sitting on a large boulder, cleaning her sword. She wore black armor and had large, raven-like wings sprouting from her back. As the group approached, she looked up and smiled, sheathing her sword. She jumped off the boulder and landed softly on the ground, using her wings to slow her descent.
The woman pulled out a large piece of parchment. Written on it in dried ink was this message:
"Hello. My name is Aznyxphia. I have been waiting for all of you here on behest of the gods. As decreed by our Lord and Creator, I hereby announce myself as leader of this band of hardy adventurers. I cannot speak, so if one of you knows sign language it would be handy. In any case, you shall follow me to our grand destiny."
After they all got a good look, this Aznyxphia woman rolled up the parchment and then stood waiting for a response, smiling faintly.

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Character Portrait: Sil'Eph Niir Character Portrait: Neden Wrel Character Portrait: Dreux Andica Character Portrait: Elena Character Portrait: Zaldir Kestal Character Portrait: Saewyn Anaya Ehrhard Character Portrait: Aznyxphia, the Pariah Knight Character Portrait: Pau'Ka Character Portrait: Vernon Shulls Character Portrait: Carmen 'Ruffles' Rufferones Character Portrait: Korose Character Portrait: Aranaea Kestal

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The islands came into view on the horizon, and everyone's hearts were erratically beating in their chests. Elena's heart was in her throat while Pau'Ka rubbed her back and helped calm her with a softly hummed melody. Korose, meanwhile, was arriving as well on another boat just beside theirs.

As the boats touched down, they all disembarked and met for the first time as they all acknowledged they were there for the same reason: They heard the voice of the Gods.

"So you all heard the voice as well."

"Yes. Both of us."

"I see. Does she speak?"

"She does, but she knows very little of the modern tongue. She speaks in the ancient language of the High Elves."

"Understood."

As the trio walked forward, they beheld a woman with black wings who approached them and held up a parchment detailing that she was declaring herself the leader. Something about the Gods wanting it to be so. But given what they'd heard, they couldn't really dismiss the thought. They didn't know what she was told compared to themselves, so they agreed to go with it for the time being.

However, they were all noticing something rather... Ominous.

The Dragons who were present were all watching them like hawks. No blinking. No signs of even breathing. If they were, the breaths were so subtle and well controlled it didn't look like they were. They almost looked more like statues glaring down at them. But they weren't attacking which was... Interesting.

"Wonder why they're being so passive?"

"I sense concern in their hearts... They're scared."

"What did she say?"

"I don't know. She usually writes it down on parchment or signs."

Elena approached the black-winged woman and signed: Have they said anything to you?, motioning towards the Dragons.

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Character Portrait: Sil'Eph Niir Character Portrait: Neden Wrel Character Portrait: Dreux Andica Character Portrait: Elena Character Portrait: Zaldir Kestal Character Portrait: Saewyn Anaya Ehrhard Character Portrait: Aznyxphia, the Pariah Knight Character Portrait: Pau'Ka Character Portrait: Vernon Shulls Character Portrait: Carmen 'Ruffles' Rufferones Character Portrait: Korose Character Portrait: Aranaea Kestal

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Aranaea’s boat arrived to Dragon’s Cove, and the Fire Mage used her spell to jump off the ship and fly to the Beach and land, approaching the gathering group. Out of the corner of her left eye she saw another elf taking a rowboat off of another ship and arriving as with the rest of her gaze, spied several others. One of which was a dark haired elf that, to say in short, took her breath away by his appearance.

”He’s handsome, I’ll give him that.” Aranaea thought. She watched as the winged woman held out a parchment introducing herself. She raised an eyebrow at her apparent declaration. Whilst she may have also heard the voice of some of the Gods, it was apparent that somehow, she may have interpreted it with her own beliefs in mind.

That was when fate gave her the shock of her life.

”Leader? You? You take off and leave someone without a word of thanks for attempting to help you for some delusion? What kind of leader would be that rude to a person?” said the elf she saw before. Aranaea turned to face him.

”Don’t be rude to someone you just me-“ She shouted on Elvish before she stopped short. She stared at the Amulet around his neck and slowly reached for it.

”Paws off you crazy lady! That amulet’s the only thing I got left of my sister!” the elf declared, making her gasp even more so.

”I know. She gave it to you when you were seven years old. It was your birthday present from your big sister. A sister who was afraid she’d never see you again, Zaldir.” she said, switching back to common as she pulled back her hood, revealing her face, now showing that there were tears openly flowing. ”But I finally found you, after fifty long years I’ve found you.”

Zaldir’s eyes blinked once, twice before they widened. ”Aranaea? S-Sis? Is it really-agh!” he couldn’t say anything more, as the embracing hug surrounded and crushed him like a snake. Something they were both very afraid of. But soon, Zaldir returned the embrace.

”I have so many questions.” He said, voice cracking with emotion.

”All in good time, little brother. We have a much more pressing matter to tend to.” Aranaea replied, wiping her tears and looking up to eye the dragons currently watching them.

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Character Portrait: Sil'Eph Niir Character Portrait: Neden Wrel Character Portrait: Dreux Andica Character Portrait: Zaldir Kestal Character Portrait: Saewyn Anaya Ehrhard Character Portrait: Aznyxphia, the Pariah Knight Character Portrait: Pau'Ka Character Portrait: Vernon Shulls Character Portrait: Carmen 'Ruffles' Rufferones Character Portrait: Korose Character Portrait: Aranaea Kestal

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The days slowly passed by for the duo and Luther, who as usual left them alone for the most part. All the while on their trip to the cove they kept their weapons close and always kept an eye and ear out for any possible future dragon attack, thankfully there was none. As the days had passed, Neden had asked Dreux several times what happened when the dragon attacked, and he only ever gave her the same answer, that she'd find out in due time. That it'd be better she found out by someone that wasn't him. Reluctantly she listened to him and they continued with their daily things, sitting down for breakfast, chatting, talking about their pasts and home life, more so Neden on the latter than Dreux.

But eventually, a small island appeared in the distance, that only grew larger and large the closer they got to it. Neden's eyes widened as they slowly grew closer to the island, this was the first time she was outside of her village back in the mountains, and everything amazed her, from the color of the skies to the smells, to the sights, the people she had brief encounters with back at the port. But not all was well with her, all the way from the port to now, she had been sick to her stomach whenever she looked at the water. She had never learned to swim, and as she had almost drowned as a child years ago, it further cemented her fear of water in her, even now. And for well over a week she was surrounded by dark, deep water and nowhere to go.

But as their boat came to a stop as it made a soft thud as it hit the sandy shores of Dragon Cove, Neden looked around, seeing several other boats large and small beaching as well. Clearly, they heard the call as well, as no one would normally come to this place, and as she looked up she clearly understood why. The name gave it all she needed to know, there was indeed a cove, but more so awe-inspiring to her, was the fact that on the cliffs above, there loomed large and frightful and otherwise beautiful beasts. She couldn't help but have her jaw drop as she looked up at them, something familiar, and almost safe made her feel at ease being with them. But she couldn't place her finger on why. She looked up at the large beasts once more as the others began to gather into a group with a large rock before them, she smiled at them then looked back down and felt her stomach turn.

"You alright, Ne?" Dreux asked as he had stayed back with her by the boats.

Neden looked at him and shook her head, "I-I was on the water for so long...It feels weird to be standing on-wh-what is this?" she asked as she looked down, and knelt, taking some of the golden colored texture in her hand and seeing as it seemed to fall like water between her fingers, but had a texture she had no familiarity with. It was warm and soft, but also brittle in a sense.

Dreux looked at her and chuckled, shaking his head as he answered her question, "It's what is called sand, Neden. It can be found on beaches like this, or in vast majorities in deserts, completely made of this. Have you never seen this before?" he asked, with genuine curiosity, for how little did Neden really know of the world outside of her village, it anything.

Neden's eyes widened a little as he explained what it was, she squeezed it in her hands a little, and as she unfolded her hand, she saw it had formed into a compact texture and appearance. " I...I didn't mean to-" she started as she dropped it and looked at Dreux with a slightly sad look on her face as if she had done something wrong.

Dreux shook his head yet again and chuckled as he knelt down beside her, gently placing his hand on her's, "It's alright, Neden. It's what sand does. It can be molded into many shapes, or even smelted down with enough heat to make glass. You didn't do anything wrong." he gave her a smile and gently ruffled her hair as he stood up, and helped her to her feet.

Neden nodded at him and gave him a shy and bashful look on her face as a slight blush covered her cheeks. She shook her head and looked at the slowly forming group that was up more against the rocks and cove itself, "W-we should probably meet up with the others now..." she said softly in her clan's tongue, and quickly tried to recorrect herself by speaking in the common tongue, "I-I mean-" she was cut off as Dreux gently took her hand.

"It's alright, Neden. I can understand your clan's language, if not perfectly. It'll take you some time to learn to speak with the common tongue but don't be ashamed." he gave her a kind smile and led her to the others.

They stood in the back of the group, eyeing the others and seeing who the others were that heard the voice. Dreux recognized the fact that there were a few elves, a succubus, which he noted was a rare sight indeed, what appeared to be a female dark elf, which was another rare sight, and two human looking people that stuck together, a male and a female. But what struck him as odd, and caused a small smile to spread on his face, was the scent of a Draconian, not Neden, but another one. He looked where the scent came from and saw that it belonged to the rather tall woman with blonde hair and dark red eyes, another rare sight, a Draconian with red eyes. He turned back to Neden and smiled, now seeing how she wasn't alone.

His attention was taken from the Succubus who had apparently decided she was to be the leader, to the female elf with blue hair and the man she was speaking with, the male elf. From what transpired, the tears and hugs, clearly a sign of that they knew each other, which brought a smile on his face.

Meanwhile, Neden was currently not feeling very well and had to excuse herself as she quickly ran to the boats, knelt down and emptied the contents of her stomach, and stayed near the water's edge for a few moments in case nausea came back to her. But after a few moments, she dusted herself off and cleaned her mouth and regrouped with the others, remaining silent as she stood with her arms crossed over her chest and her eyes darting over the others, and her eyes stopped as her eyes scanned the woman that made Dreux smile. She felt a small blush cover her cheeks and immediately looked away from her and back to the woman with wings, as the others spoke, deciding on what to do.

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Character Portrait: Sil'Eph Niir Character Portrait: Neden Wrel Character Portrait: Dreux Andica Character Portrait: Zaldir Kestal Character Portrait: Saewyn Anaya Ehrhard Character Portrait: Aznyxphia, the Pariah Knight Character Portrait: Pau'Ka Character Portrait: Vernon Shulls Character Portrait: Carmen 'Ruffles' Rufferones Character Portrait: Korose Character Portrait: Aranaea Kestal

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Vernon Shulls / Carmen ‘Ruffles’ Rufferones
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It had taken some convincing to have Vernon take her to Dragon’s Cove. After all, the crew had a close enough call in their first dragon encounter; not to mention their ship was in a state of disrepair thanks to that monster. Still, with enough pleading and the promise that they’d at least be able to moor and conduct repairs, Vernon relented. He didn’t exactly believe her nonsense about some ‘voices in her head calling for aid’ - after all, she was a bit of a ditz – but their personal lady luck had never lead them astray since her arrival. He’d have to trust that there was some reason she felt compelled to go there.

Docking near the beach as they dropped the anchor, Vernon looked with some trepidation at the number of other boats that had arrived. Dragon’s Cove wasn’t exactly a common trade route, so the fact that so many ships were here was an omen indeed. Assigning the crew to their repair tasks and promising to be quick, Vernon and Carmen dropped the rowboat and began to head for shore. Not that Vernon needed to do any rowing. Sliding gracefully off the back of the boat and holding onto the stern; there was a brief flash of pinkish red light before Carmen underwent her transformation. With her large tail, it was a simple matter for the mermaid to push the small ship to the beach, the girl changing back to her human form once she could get some traction in the sand.

After securing their ship into place, the duo slowly made their way over to the others – Vernon with folded arms and Carmen with hers eagerly in front of her. Seeing so many people, Vernon subconsciously felt the weight on his back, the bundle of weapons ready to be used at a moment’s notice in case things turned sour. Still, these individuals didn’t look particularly threatening, except perhaps that winged woman or the elf with the faint red eyes. No, the more pressing concern was the den of beasts behind the winged woman, the dragons eying them all with caution. If they decided to attack, things could get ugly, so Vernon, despite his nonchalant posture, remained ready. Not being particularly social, Vernon took place following just behind Carmen as the Mermaid hurried forward to introduce herself.

“Hey everybody! I’m Carmen and this is Vernon. I was having these weird dreams and things, but like, this proves I’m not crazy, right? Something’s going on here, yeah? Does anyone know what’s going on? Who’s in charge?” At those words, there was some ruffling as a parchment was flapped a couple of times in the wind. Looking over, Carmen made her way over to the somewhat intimidating looking woman holding the paper and took hold of it to have a read. The opportunity was short lived, as Vernon moved up and ruffled her hair, distracting the mermaid long enough for him to pilfer the parchment and give it a read.

Ignoring the already present squabbling between what appeared to be some reuniting siblings, Vernon gave his own ‘insightful’ comments to their supposed leader. “How do you even pronounce that? I almost suffocate just looking at it.” Grunting a bit as Carmen shoved him in the side with a look that said ‘don’t be rude’, Vernon sighed. “More importantly, I don’t believe or care about gods, lords or any of that crap. What I do care about is some young broad who can’t even give orders without a parchment trying to play Captain. You want me to follow you?” Vernon took a step back, cracking his knuckles. “Then make me submit.”

“Vernon! Stop being an ass! Geez!” Carmen huffed, tugging on Vernon’s arm and waving her hand in a calming gesture. “Ignore him. He’s uh… Special. Dropped on the head as a baby. Real Tragedy. We’re all coming to terms with it…” Trailing off mournfully, Carmen was clearly poking fun. Soon enough, Vernon shrugged free of Carmen, shaking his head and turning his back to the group. “Whatever. Once we find out what you’re here for and the ship is repaired, we’re setting sail.” Taking a few more steps away onto a rock, Vernon took some time to appraise the group, but all the while, his eyes continued to watch the dragons. Perhaps there would be some challenge here after all.

Still standing and grinning to herself happily, Carmen briefly glanced behind her to see a couple more newcomers. Seeing as the Elves were having a hugfest, and the other trio with the pink haired lass were already talking amongst themselves, maybe she’d go make friends with the latest arrivals? Skipping over towards the beach, Carmen went to make her intentions known. “Yo! I’m Carmen, what-“ Cutting herself off as the pretty lady ran off to… Return favour to the ocean. Not wanting to draw attention to her failed conversation starter, the mermaid kind of awkwardly stood between all the parties, only slowly making her way over once the woman returned.

“Take two! Yo ho ho, I’m Carmen. Do you guys hear voices in your head too?” Not paying attention to how bad that sounded out of context, Carmen continued, leaning in towards the female of the pair. “Also, you’re looking a bit pale. If the sea ails ya, I probably have some home remedies back on my ship. I’m like, second in command and the navigator, so I’m kind of a big deal.” Attempting to talk herself up, Carmen had her hands on her hips standing proudly. After all, she’d recently stopped a dragon attack. She was totally officially a big deal now. Hopefully they’d be impressed.

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Character Portrait: Neden Wrel Character Portrait: Dreux Andica Character Portrait: Vernon Shulls Character Portrait: Carmen 'Ruffles' Rufferones

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Neden and Dreux stood silently and occasionally whispered to each other as the others seemed to have an issue with the Succubus assuming leadership, which Dreux did have an issue with, but wouldn't want to bring it up now to stir up strife, nor would Neden. Neden was about as oblivious to everything that was going on, as usual, looking to Dreux for some confirmation as to what was going on. But before they could speak, a younger looking girl ran up to them and introduced herself rather energetically and openly.

She introduced herself as Carmen and apparently the second hand of the ship off in the distance, and with the man that seemed to start some strife with the woman from earlier. They turned their full attention to Carmen and listened as she asked if they too heard voices, meaning the voices that called them here. They both silently nodded and when she mentioned Neden's green complexion, Neden's face took on a light blush of embarrassment.

Dreux stepped forth and gave her a nod of his head and small bow at the waist, " Hello there, Miss Carmen. It is a pleasure to meet you. My name is Dreux, and this here is Neden. As for the voices, yes. We too heard what you could refer to as The Call that brought us all here?" he said with a small chuckle and awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck under his cloak, as he kept the hood up to cover his ears and hail from sight and possible discrimination from the others.

Neden looked at the woman with the pink hair and smiled awkwardly at her as her rather strong accent took hold as she remembered to speak with the common tongue, "H-hello, C-Carmen. As Dreux here said, we too heard the voice I suppose? A-as for the medicine....I-it would be appreciated. I'm not...not very fond of wanter, nor the sea." she said as she felt herself slowly become more awkward and shy the longer she spoke.

Dreux took pity on Neden as she was clearly uncomfortable with the current situation and attempted to help relieve the awkwardness his young friend was feeling, "She means she has a slight fear of the water...Seeing as how she lived in a snow-covered mountain village, she never really learned how to swim...So, seasickness is a new experience for her. So, the medicine for her, if you wouldn't mind would be lovely, my dear. We'll repay you with whatever it is that you may need in return for it." he said with a small and friendly smile and bow again as he looked at Carmen, and stayed close to Neden as he was the only one she really felt truely comfortable or safe with, seeing as how they were with each other for a week. They looked back at the others every now and then to see if anything became of some of the others not being happy with the Succubus, or the bigger threat, the dragons that seemed to be afraid of them.

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Character Portrait: [NPC] Bartender Character Portrait: Neden Wrel Character Portrait: Dreux Andica Character Portrait: Elena Character Portrait: Zaldir Kestal Character Portrait: Saewyn Anaya Ehrhard Character Portrait: Aznyxphia, the Pariah Knight Character Portrait: Pau'Ka Character Portrait: Vernon Shulls Character Portrait: Carmen 'Ruffles' Rufferones Character Portrait: Korose Character Portrait: Aranaea Kestal

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As Saewyn arrived at the cove she realized just how bad a bunch of fools she could've been trapped with. A hefty sigh left her lips, as did a well-needed sum of her mana, used toward the end of masking her presence to the others. A few steps forward and she already found herself evading one of the... people... on their way to the ocean. Oh good gracious. What HAVE I gotten myself into? , She asked herself as she studied the others. With a second of hesitation, Sae stopped and wondered if taking down her cloaking was a good idea, but it would have to be done if she was to truly decide if the fools around her were just that.

"You! All of you. Why are you here, if not for a summons." she said rather loudly, whilst moving from spot to spot hoping to remain hidden for the time being. Her cover now mostly blown by her own choosing, she stepped out from behind Dreux, dropping her use of mana to upkeep the illusion of being part of the surroundings.

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Character Portrait: Neden Wrel Character Portrait: Dreux Andica Character Portrait: Elena Character Portrait: Zaldir Kestal Character Portrait: Saewyn Anaya Ehrhard Character Portrait: Aznyxphia, the Pariah Knight Character Portrait: Pau'Ka Character Portrait: Vernon Shulls Character Portrait: Carmen 'Ruffles' Rufferones Character Portrait: Korose Character Portrait: Aranaea Kestal

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Aznyxphia stood shocked as everybody started complaining to her. One angry fellow lashed out at her, saying she could not be leader with her traits. Two people were hugging, one was barfing, and pretty much everyone either ignored her or were angry with her for some reason.
Personally, Az did not understand all this. She had a decree from the Great Goddess; how could these people dare defy the orders of a god? Such blasphemy!
As the others squabbled, Aznyxphia wrote down yet another decree, and when she was done, she began stomping her foot to get everyone's attention. Once she did, she held up the scroll once again, the peppy smile gone from her face and replaced with a stern frown.
"To the young brown-haired woman, no, those are simply statues. No fell magic can cause any creature to be so stalwart and still. It is probably either an illusion, or perhaps an enchantment to create golems we must fight to gain entrance. A test from the gods, I assure you, to weigh our belief in their strife. I thank you for taking concern in your new leader's well-being, however. And I can hear what people say, so do not feel the need to sign at me. However, it would be useful if you could serve as my translator so I don't have to keep writing these big posters.
"You, merchant. I apologize for my sudden urgency to leave our matters behind, but the call of a goddess cannot be ignored. I was sent a calling by her, as all of you were, that we must save her from the vile sorcerer who calls himself The Evil King. All earthly matters are behind us now in the eyes of the gods, and I hope you may put our grievances behind you as I lead us on to divine glory. Also, I congratulate you on being reunited with your family member. May your platonic love for one another never falter.
"You there, one who calls himself Vernon." As he read this part, Az glowered at him with all of the holier-than-thouness she could muster. "How dare you blasphemy the gods who have sent you on this grand mission. If not for them, you would be a measly, unimportant sea urchin squalling around the world with no purpose in life. Fortunately, the Great Goddess, my queen and fearless leader, is ever-forgiving, and forgives this grand insult you have placed upon her daughter. I am not as forgiving. But, as the Goddess wills, I relent. But I will bear your harmful words in mind, and I promise you - there shall be retribution. I will lead all of you to victory, whether you like it or not. As the gods command."
After that, she rolled up the parchment and began walking off towards the entrance to the cove, not looking back to see if any of them were following her or not. At this point, even in spite of her goddess' decree, she had no interest in travelling with such dull, spiteful folk. They were the ones who you could make a mistake with once and would never let it up to you, always carrying that grudge. Especially that pirate lad, Vernon. She did not like him. Not at all.

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Character Portrait: Sil'Eph Niir Character Portrait: Neden Wrel Character Portrait: Dreux Andica Character Portrait: Elena Character Portrait: Zaldir Kestal Character Portrait: Saewyn Anaya Ehrhard Character Portrait: Aznyxphia, the Pariah Knight Character Portrait: Pau'Ka Character Portrait: Carmen 'Ruffles' Rufferones Character Portrait: Korose Character Portrait: Aranaea Kestal

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Elena was rather perturbed by the exchanges. Such hostility. They were in a foreign land after all of them had heard the voice of a Goddess, so there was an element of understanding within her heart despite her wish to speak out. But it was Korose, the elf behind her with the glowing red eyes, who spoke first.

"We may as well follow her for now. Standing around bickering about who is or is not 'in charge' isn't going to help anything. If we all heard the voice of the Goddess Sil'Eph Niir, then it stands to reason that she's here somewhere and can clear everything up."

"I can't say I agree with you about the leadership role, but I agree we should find the Goddess if she's here."

Elena turned and nodded her agreement. It was time to move, not bicker.

However, before they could go much further than the edge of the beach, one of the dragon statues suddenly shifted. Its eyes darted downwards and, in an instant, it leaped from the hilltop it was perched on and landed before the woman with black wings.

The creature stood, at least, 20' tall at the shoulder alone not including its neck and head which made it look even bigger. With its massive forward swept horns and elongated claws, it was not a creature either Korose, Pau'Ka, or Elena dared wish to tangle with. Nevertheless they all stopped and remained very still as the creature growled and hissed at them. An obvious indication that they were not to proceed.

But a moment later a soft rumbling in the Earth caught their attention. The dragon seemed to hear something they didn't and turned its head around to look down the path Az had previously been walking. When its gaze returned to the newcomers, it seemed to carry a softness to it as the creature walked back up to its hilltop and laid down. The other dragons around it also laid down, a clear indication that they'd dropped their hostilities.

"Looks like they're letting us pass after all." Korose said.

Together the group walked on down the grass-bordered dirt path. As they walked, they passed by an expanse of grasslands framed by mountains which seemed to go on forever into the horizon. And yet, somehow, despite how far they walked they never seemed to tire nor feel the burn of fatigue. There was something about this place which seemed to preserve their stamina and vitality. And for Elena, it was obvious.

As a High Elf with the greatest sensitivity to mana, she could feel the weight of mana in the air as they walked pouring through her body. The sheer magnitude of it is what preserved them so. But what she didn't know was why the area was so thick with mana. Was it the dragons? Their magnificent existence possibly fueling the mana's pooling here? Was it the presence of the Goddess? Her massive energy and divine presence? Or was it just the nature of Dragon's Cove as a location?

Whatever the reason soon became irrelevant, as the group rounded the bend in the path and, from behind the edge of a mountain up ahead they beheld a massive red wall crossing the Cove. Partially submerged in water, this red wall looked, at first, like it was curved. But surely it was not, right? No. It was curved. This was no "wall." This was a tube of some kind, surely. But then... Why did it seem to have scales?

Pau'Ka felt something from the structure. A kind of... Sense of "home."

"Is that... A dragon?" She asked quietly.

Elena felt the mana emanating from it, even from this distance, and she was all but overwhelmed by it and became light headed and somewhat unsteady on her feet. Pau'Ka helped lend her shoulder so she could walk easier, but still Elena seemed to suffer from the sheer magnitude of mana pouring free from whatever that was.

As they drew closer, the tube appeared to, ever so slowly, stretch and relax. Like it was breathing.

And, at long, long last... They beheld Her.

Crossing a bridge and coming free of a line of trees, the head of a massive dragon the likes of which the group could not even imagine in their most lucid dreams emerged. Partially submerged in water, laying on Her side, was the massive body of the Dragon Goddess Sil'Eph Niir. Her long, serpentine form stretched from her head all the way to the far side of the Cove. And it became clear to them that her body nearly lay across the entire thing.

"She's... I can't even..." Pau'Ka whispered to herself.

"Is this the Goddess?"

Elena nodded.

"She's sleeping, but it's her. The Goddess Sil'Eph Niir. I can sense it." She said in High Elven.

A pair of mighty dragons lay to either side of her massive head which had to be the size of a small mountain. Her enormous form was miles long. At least two by the looks of it. The sheer scale of Her was... Staggering.

"Incredible." Korose said quietly.

The group approached as far as the two dragons would let them, and then stopped... Waiting.

And finally, the head of Sil'Eph Niir stirred and one of Her eyes partially slid open. Glowing with golden light, it pierced through them all at once before her head shifted slightly, putting Her more on Her stomach.


"You have come..."

Her mouth didn't move, but they all heard Her voice in their heads.

"You all have my eternal gratitude."

Korose, Elena, and Pau'Ka were all slack jawed as they watched the Goddess and heard Her voice. It nearly brought tears to Elena's eyes, and a sense of comfort and warmth to Pau'Ka like none she'd ever felt before.

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Character Portrait: Sil'Eph Niir Character Portrait: Neden Wrel Character Portrait: Dreux Andica Character Portrait: Zaldir Kestal Character Portrait: Saewyn Anaya Ehrhard Character Portrait: Aznyxphia, the Pariah Knight Character Portrait: Pau'Ka Character Portrait: Vernon Shulls Character Portrait: Carmen 'Ruffles' Rufferones Character Portrait: Korose Character Portrait: Aranaea Kestal

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The unlikely duo silently watched as the others bickered and talked, mainly arguing with the woman with the wings. But suddenly a voice spoke up, and out stepped a woman behind Dreux, who only almost jumped out of his skin when he saw her suddenly appear, clearly she was the voice that asked why they were all here. Despite her surprisingly tall stature, her voice and face looked much younger and softer than he would have expected. But something then happened that got their attention, a rumble that caused the dragons to move out of the way and let them continue with their meeting with who called them there in the first place.

Slowly they made their way down the path, and down the middle of grass-covered valleys and mountains. And eventually to the heart and center of Dragon Cove. In the center was something far too large to be real, or what they thought to be real. It was at least two miles long in length, red and golden colored what seemed to scales, and if they paid attention to it, seemed to be...breathing? Yes, it was breathing...Wait a minute. Neden and Dreux stopped in their places as they realized what they were actually looking at, it was...a Dragon. A massive dragon, one the size of a large mountain, and it slowly began to awaken, as it lifted its head. Three smaller dragons were now awake as well and looking at them, which caused Neden and Dreux to keep their hands close by their sides, next to their weapons in case they wished to turn against them or start strife, which they honestly did not want.

But as they continued to look on, the dragon looked at them with a surprisingly calm look and spoke, not with a physical voice, but the same voice they had all heard earlier, the one that called them here. Dreux' eyes opened when he made the connection, this was who called them, the very dragon goddess herself. She called them, and that meant, the one that Neden called upon at the ship the day the dragon attacked, this was who answered her cry for help. Dreux looked upon the dragon as she spoke and gave her a bow, in pure awestruck surprise and amazement, as he was now face to face with a Goddess.

Neden, on the other hand was silent as well, in awestruck and amazement as she looked at the dragon that was before them. She was something Neden had never seen before, and her eyes slowly began to swell up with tears. Not from sadness as someone else would think, but due to the fact that this meant she was right. All of her questionings, wondering if there really was anything out there other than just her and the village. That her constant asking would indeed be answered, and now, if not later would slowly begin to be answered. And something about this dragon felt, familiar to her, as if she somehow knew this beast that lay before her.

Neden slowly walked past Dreux as she felt the strength in her legs again and walked up to the front of the group and looked on at the dragon, her eyes slowly trailing over every part of this creature, everything she ever hoped and dreamed of was now before her very eyes, and she couldn't help but form a small smile on her face as she looked on as the dragon spoke, and gave a silent nod, smiling all the while.

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Character Portrait: Sil'Eph Niir Character Portrait: Neden Wrel Character Portrait: Dreux Andica Character Portrait: Zaldir Kestal Character Portrait: Saewyn Anaya Ehrhard Character Portrait: Aznyxphia, the Pariah Knight Character Portrait: Pau'Ka Character Portrait: Vernon Shulls Character Portrait: Carmen 'Ruffles' Rufferones Character Portrait: Korose Character Portrait: Aranaea Kestal

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The reunion of the Kestal siblings was brief, however as they agreed to follow the succubus for the time being to get to the answers they were indeed looking for. The moment the dragons moved however, it put the younger Kestal on the alert as he recalled the Dragon he scarred in the Port town. He feared one day he’d run into that beast again.

But so it was, the group began to make their way into the cove as Zaldir and Aranaea walked side by side, taking in the sights and sounds of the Cove. ”So, Uhm... is there anyone else from our family still living? Or am I getting my hopes up?” the young brown haired elf asked as he walked. He glanced briefly towards the more silent elf, and felt a small bit of himself feel at awe. She was elven but she seemed more radiant and beautiful then other elves. Could she be a High Elf? He wasn’t too sure.

”Father died fighting the greenskins. Mother is with Grandmother’s Clan. She’s been... unwell since fifty years ago. You may not remember Zaldir, or maybe you do, but the Scattering was too terrible, even for a simple Orc Raid.” Aranaea replied. She Said nothing more and the sharp spring in her step caused her brother to think that now probably wasn’t a truly good time to converse about what happened that day.

As the siblings walked on with the group they began to realize how mana rich the environment was, before noticing at last the various sections of a scaled serpentine body.

“Could it be...?” Zaldir said aloud as Aranaea was slowly looking astonished as now the group came into view of the massive dragon. Before either sibling could reply they heard the voice in their heads again, now realizing at last they were meeting the Dragon Goddess who summoned them here.

“Sil’Eph Niir.” Aranaea uttered with a look of shock and wonder to her eyes. Zaldir’s eyes became wide as tears began to well up in them. For a long time, he thought he’d never be assured the Gods cared. But today, with the reunion of his sister and now coming face to face with the Dragon Goddess. He had now come to a conclusion.

“They do care.” He whispered to himself in Elvish. He silently let the tears flow. A part of him now felt regretful of how cynical he had become in his life.

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Character Portrait: Sil'Eph Niir Character Portrait: Neden Wrel Character Portrait: Dreux Andica Character Portrait: Elena Character Portrait: Zaldir Kestal Character Portrait: Saewyn Anaya Ehrhard Character Portrait: Aznyxphia, the Pariah Knight Character Portrait: Pau'Ka Character Portrait: Vernon Shulls Character Portrait: Carmen 'Ruffles' Rufferones Character Portrait: Korose Character Portrait: Aranaea Kestal

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As Aznyxphia approached the statues, they immediately leapt down to confront her, making predatory hissing noises. I guess that young woman was right about them being statues, the knight thought to herself, drawing her azure steel longsword. Very well; a battle it shall be.
But she never got the chance to do any combat. The dragons cocked their heads, as if they could hear a sound she could not. Then, they stepped to the side, resting docilely. As the others walked past, the dragons did nothing but stare and blink slowly. Aznyxphia sheathed her sword rather hesitantly, fearing a trap, but as nothing happened, she willed herself to move back to the head of the group. She was their leader, after all, and leaders must appear strong (especially with such mutinous folk like Vernon among her group).
As they entered the fertile valley, everyone felt the rush of strong winds over their head, and anyone looking up would see Aznyxphia swoop by on her ebony wings, leading them onwards in the air - at least, in her mind. The air blowing by her usually felt good, but today it was... different. The air felt almost... heavier. Thicker. Sweeter. As if it were drugged. As she traveled farther, the sensation became greater. She did not like it. Not one bit. I knew this was a trap, she thought. If anything happens, I must protect my vassals - even if it means my death. Just in case the drugged air got too much for her, she touched back down to the ground and continued walking from there.
As she travelled forwards to almost certain doom, Aznyxphia uttered a prayer to the Gods of Light, the creators and protectors of the humanoids of the world - gods who, ironically, did not actually exist, though not to Az's knowledge, of course. Great Goddess of Light and all the lower gods of Light, here my prayer. I cannot remove thy cup from mine lips, so I shall uphold your duty to the best of my honor. Mark my words, this day the Evil King and his vile dragons shall fall, and the world shall be safe again. If I may die, I pray I shall be forever rewarded in the shining Halls of Valour. Amen.
Finally, the group reached the source of what they had been looking for. What first appeared to be a rounded red wall reared its ugly head and stared the intrepid adventurers down. Soon, everyone began to fall to their knees from the aura of unholiness the loathsome creature generated. At once, Aznyxphia knew this was the Evil King, the Plague Upon the Land, the King of the Dragons. The monster the Great Goddess had sent them to slay. Their doom, and their salvation.
Even as she realized this, the dragon spoke lies of power: words to coax her chosen warriors into betraying their goddess and join his side. One of her subjects, a young, pretty blonde-haired lass who had apparently lost all rational thought, began approaching the Evil King on weakened legs, tears streaking down her eyes.
With the sweep of a dark gauntlet, Aznyxphia pushed the girl back, out of harm's way. There was both fury and fear in her eyes, and everyone could tell what she meant: "GET BACK!!!"
Then, the Pariah Knight turned back to her sworn enemy, swiftly drawing her sword again and spreading out her wings to form a shadowy wall that would protect her chosen from the evil sorcery the dragon could work.
EVIL KING! Aznyxphia snarled mentally, using the two-way telepathic communique the fell monster had set up with them. BY THE ORDER OF THE GREAT GODDESS OF LIGHT, YOUR TYRANNY SHALL BE VANQUISHED. THIS DAY, YOUR PLAGUE UPON THE WORLD SHALL BE ENDED! THIS WORLD SHALL SURVIVE!!!

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Character Portrait: Sil'Eph Niir Character Portrait: Aznyxphia, the Pariah Knight

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As Aznyxphia drew her blade and prepared for combat, the Dragon's half-shut eye flashed with golden light.

The dragons to either side of the Goddess's body rose to their feet and flew away, almost as if giving Az a free path to Her. She made no move to fight. No attempt to flee. She only sat there gazing at Az and the group.


"Your heart is true, young Child of the Earthen Gods."

The voice was female. Soft and warm. No malice. No negativity.

"Please, behold the Evil King through my memories."

The Dragon's eye flashed once again with golden light, and Az's mind was overcome with Sil'Eph Niir's memory of doing battle with the Evil King eons ago in the Higher Plane, before the creation of the Earthly races. Her struggles and Her defeat by the Evil King's hand in their first engagement. The death of Her son, Maglissos, by the Evil King's hand. And the Evil King's final defeat by Sil'Eph Niir following the sacrifice of the All Mother and All Father.

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(OOC: A collaboration with Kumori)

No
No it can't be no, it is an illusion, the Evil King is weaving an illusion over you stand strong snap out of it dammit
They will kill your vassals drink their blood rend flesh from bone sup on their marrow and they will laugh laugh at the weakling laugh at the dead the dead the dying laugh at me lying there on the ground they are laughing at me I am dead
No wait that isn't right there is a light what is the light oh gods what is that oh gods oh gods OH GODS OH GODSOHGODSOHGODSOHGODSOHGODS
OH GODS!!!

* * *

Aznyxphia awoke.
She sat up, her back popping, and stretched her wings. She felt tired. So, so tired. It was so bright here, and she had to put an arm against her eyes to shield them. She didn't know where she was, but it wasn't where she had been. She looked down at herself and dressed not in her Darksteel armor, but in light, billowy robes, like those worn by priests or ascetics.
Where am I? she wondered, amazed.
Finally, the light faded away, she saw the truth. And all she had known crumbled to dust.

* * *

Even after the vision of the events of the world's creation were gone, she still sat there, stunned after all she saw. The light was gone, and she was in darkness. She was scared, and cold, and confused. She barely knew what to make of what she had seen.
Suddenly, footsteps in the dark. Aznyxphia turned and stared at the great dragon goddess - her true goddess - herself. Sil'Eph Niir. She was in human form, a mental projection. She was very beautiful; in spite of her piety, felt herself blushing a teensy bit.
Soon, they were looking at each other, face to face. Then, she asked the questions that had been nagging at her spirit:
"If you are not the evil king, as you say, then where is he? Why are we here if not to defeat our enemy?"
”Following his return to the Nether Realm after I drove him away, my Brothers and Sisters and I worked together to create a barrier between realms which has kept him sealed there for eons. But now his servants are siphoning magical energies from your world to fuel his escape. They also siphon the living energy of my Children, the Dragon Race, tainting their existence into the twisted forms you saw before to fuel the revival of my son, Maglissos, as a servant under his control... You and the others are all descended from ancient and powerful bloodlines blessed by the Gods. You have already tasted of our power when you defeated the dragons on your way to find me. You will need power comparable to that if you are to stop his servants from freeing him and unleashing my resurrected son on this world.”
"Why have you let us believe in falsities? Why hide your existence from the world?"
”Our existence was kept secret because we believe in your right as our Children to craft your own existence. Your own reality. We gave you a world to live in, but have left you to your own devices out of respect for your autonomy.”
"If we are to stop these vile monsters from resurrecting your son, then where are we to find him?"
”You must awaken the power of your ancient bloodlines. When you do, you'll be able to sense their presence to seek and destroy them.”
Aznyxphia kneels before her new goddess. "Forgive me for my naivete, my liege. I was blind to your holiness, corrupted by the unbelievers. I promise to be your faithful servant from this day forward, and I will lead the rest to victory."
Sil'Eph Niir smiled. ”Rise, young one. You do not serve me. You serve yourself and those who now travel with you. My body and power are not yet ready to join you in this fight, so I am useless to you.”
She approaches and places a hand on Az's shoulder. ”Seek the Diviner, a lonely hermit in the frozen North who dwells on the highest peak in the world. It is he who will teach you to unlock the power of your ancient bloodlines and allow you to take the fight to the servants of evil.”
She removes her hand. ”And please, I beg you. Should you encounter one of my twisted children, please save them. The Evil King's influence is strong, but if you combine your strengths you should be able to help them break free of His control. When they do, they will aid you in whatever way possible. I promise.”
"Fair lady, upon all of my honor as a knight errant, I swear it shall be done."
And just as she said that, the blinding light returned, washed over her in a gentle balm. And suddenly she was back in the cove, with the group and the dragons. Looking one last time at Sil'Eph Niir and nodding, she took to the skies, flying back towards the ships on which the others had said, motioning for the others to follow.
She had been sent on a quest by a goddess to fulfill her destiny. And she would be damned if she wouldn't do it.

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Character Portrait: Sil'Eph Niir Character Portrait: Neden Wrel

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As she began to walk closer to the being, Neden was forcefully pushed back by the self-proclaimed "savior" of the group, which caused a soft hiss to escape her lips as she looked at the woman in question. Ever since they got onto the island, she had been nothing but rude and a bother to everyone else, and she wasn't going to stand for it. But something told her to stand back and wait her turn to talk to her, as it appeared that the woman with wings was communing with the great beast that was apparently called Sil'Eph Niir.

Once it appeared to be over, and the woman with the raven black wings took off in flight again, Neden turned back to the being that was clearly the kind voice she had heard before, once back in her village as just wind and a feeling, to the frozen lake as a soft and unclear whisper, to the call at the boat as she cried out for help, and then just now. She had heard what the being said in her mind, confirming that this is who called them. Neden silently stepped forward, finding new courage and curiosity filling her veins, taking a few more steps forward until she felt she was close enough. She took a deep breath and with as confident of a voice she could muster, she spoke to the being in question.

"E-excuse me, Sil'Eph Niir? If I may ask you a question if you wouldn't mind...There is something that I have wanted to know for a long time." she started as she slowly moved a few steps closer to the being, remembering to speak in the normal tongue, not caring if the others overheard her end of the conversation with the being.

"And I'd understand if you don't know, which...I wouldn't be surprised because I am a nobody from a small village in the frozen mountains...Which, I'm sure you know. Since, well...I guess I've always heard, or at least felt your voice my whole life. If that was you...A-anyway, my question...Is...Do you know who I am? Am I really a no one from a small village in the mountains that was just born too curious for my own good, or...Am I really not one of them? Not one of the people from there, and if I'm not...Then who? Who am I, and who was my mother and father, if you even know...I don't expect you to understand or know, but my life has always been nothing but unanswered questions and mysteries I've always wanted to know. So please, if you know anything at all, it would help fill that void that I feel..." she pleaded as tears slowly filled her eyes, if this being knew anything at all, it would help settle all anxiety and emptiness that this poor young woman ever had and hopefully, they'd be relieved.

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The Dragon's eye shifted slightly in the socket, almost as if to look at Neden.

"I know not where you were born or who your parents were, dear one. I know only that you are Draconian. A distant descendant and evolution of my Children, the Dragon Race. The blood of my blood. You are one of my Children. You and the young woman standing near the elf with red eyes." Came a voice in her head that was almost a whisper.

"But not matter where you come from, the most important thing to remember is that you are who you choose to be my Child. So forge your own identity and destiny in this world. Your life is yours to live. But know that I will always be here for you if you call to me... Always."

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Neden looked up as the being spoke to her in a calm voice as she did before, nodding silently as she listened intently to every word that was spoken. To hear that she didn't know who she was, did indeed break her heart a little to hear that, but to know that yes indeed she was a part of her descendants, that part relieved a little of the tension and emptiness that she felt in her heart. Once Sil'Eph Niir had finally finished speaking, Neden gave her a solid nod as a few stray tears ran down her face.

"Thank you, Sil'Eph Niir. Thank you for letting me know that much at least, thank you...I will do whatever it is that you ask of me, I owe the Gods that much." she said softly as she looked up at the being and nodded once, and finally turned to rejoin with the group.

She stood with Dreux as the others either communicated with the Goddess or each other, she wasn't fully paying attention as she started talking with Dreux, explaining what she was told.

Dreux gave her a small and ruffled her hair a bit, "I'm glad that you at least found out that you are also a Draconian. Thought I was going to have to tell you myself." he said with a chuckle, which caused Neden's eyes to widen.

"You knew this whole time??" she almost yelled at him as they continued to talk.

"I only knew when you changed forms on the boat that day, until then I didn't really have a solid idea. I knew you were special, or at least different than the rest." he said rather plainly.

"You mean at the village, when you were watching me. That's why you did it, didn't you?" she asked.

"Yes..I sensed something in you...I didn't know what until that day...I'm sorry." he said as he hung his head and looked away from her, feeling as though he betrayed her trust.

Neden nodded and sighed, stepping forward she gave him a gentle hug and then spoke again, "I'm not angry...Just, try living your whole life not knowing anything about you, and then finding out like this...Finally knowing that you were right...And not only that, that someone else in the group is just like you...The woman standing by the male elf over there, the pre-the one with the red eyes I mean. She's just like me...Well...same race..." she said as she turned and looked away, feeling her face turn a light pink as she almost called the other woman pretty without knowing what she was even talking about.

Dreux chuckled and shook his head, "I know she is, I could smell it as soon as we got onto this island. You should go say hi and introduce yourself to her." he said with a smile and gentle push, as the other woman was only a few feet away from them.

"N-no, that...That sounds like a bad idea, Dreux. I don't know her. She could probably kill me with ease if I said the wrong thing!" she said as she looked at him with a nervous look on her face.

Dreux chuckled and gently grabbed her by the arm, "I'm sure everything will be fine. Besides,I'll be right beside you if she were to try anything. Now, come along." he said as he began to walk over to the other Draconian female in question, dragging Neden along as she tried to struggle out of his grasp.

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Pau'Ka and Elena remained together as Elena slowly recovered from the overwhelming mana in the area and from the Goddess before her. She was magnificent. The sheer scale of Her. It was breathtaking. Finally Elena managed to stand on her own without help, and Pau'Ka noticed a pair of individuals approaching her.

"Can I help you with anything?" She asked.

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Dreux continued to drag Neden along until they were close enough to the woman in question and when they were about a foot or two appart Dreux stopped and introduced themselves when she asked if she could help them with anything. Dreux smiled and gave her a small bow before he spoke, and held onto Neden's arm with a firm grip to make sure she didn't try to walk away from this as he could sense that was her goal.

"Hello, ma'am. My name is Dreux, and this here is Neden, and you are? We, well I was wondering if you would be able to help her understand a few things? You see, she too is Draconian, as is yourself." he said with a smile and nod of his head.

Meanwhile, Neden eventually got out from his grasp but remained standing next to him as about as awkwardly as she could have. She tried to avoid eye contact with the surprisingly tall woman that was now only about a foot from her. She smiled awkwardly and after Dreux had finished speaking she gave an awkward chuckle and tried to speak with the smallest amount of her accent as she could,"H-Hello, I'm Neden. Wh-what he failed to inform you is that I didn't know that I was what you call Draconian. I don't expect you to help, as he kinda forced me to come over here...It would just be nice to have someone else that's like me to help me understand...But like I said, I don't expect you to want to have to deal with such a pain in the ass like myself." she said with almost stuttering and eyes darting away from the woman every few seconds as she spoke, wishing she was somewhere else but there at the moment, currently mentally kicking herself for more than likely sounding like an incredibly stupid idiot and more so embarrassing herself in front of someone that probably spent most of her life as a Draconian and wouldn't want the burden of helping someone that had no clue how it worked or what it really meant.

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Pau'Ka was caught rather off guard by what she was hearing and gave an equally nervous chuckle as Neden spoke up.

"I uh... Wow. You're rather self deprecating, aren't you?" She asked quietly.

She shook her head.

"My name is Pau'Ka. Princess of Modol'Ni, home nation of the Draconian Race. It's a pleasure to meet both of you." She said with a light bow.

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Character Portrait: Neden Wrel Character Portrait: Dreux Andica Character Portrait: Pau'Ka

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Neden awkwardly rubbed the back of her neck as Pau'Ka all too easily criticized her for being self-deprecating, especially to the degree as she did, which caused her to blush and look down.

Dreux chuckled and gently placed his hand on her shoulder, "R-royalty? O-oh good gracious, my apologies, Princess!" he exclaimed as he immediately knelt down and gave her an awkward smile. He looked up at Neden and motioned she did the same. As Neden too knelt, as awkwardly as she could, he whispered to her, "That means that she was born into a very rich family with power and control." he said calmly as they stood back up.

Neden's eyes widened as Dreux explained what it meant to her, she never met someone with such a status like this, nevermind not even knowing what it meant until Dreux explained what it meant to her. She blushed more now knowing who she was, even if she didn't exactly understand just yet. "I-I'm sorry, Princess. I didn't mean to...I'm just...I uhm...I-I'm not very good with people and uhm...yeah...I'm sorry." she stuttered out as she tried to think of what to say.

Dreux chuckled and resumed to speak for Neden, "What she means is, if you could help spend some time with her and help explain some things to her. See, she was raised in a small village in the northern mountains, rather closed off from the world. But, if that is too much to ask, especially with your rank and title, we would understand completely. Just forget that we asked, M'lady." he said as he gave her another bow and began to walk away, leaving Neden alone with Pau'Ka. And if Neden ended up following him he'd understand what that meant and would understand that Pau'ka wouldn't be interested in helping Neden.

"Why do I always get stuck with the icky jobs...?" he muttered to himself as he walked away from the two girls and their hopeful beginning in helping Neden.

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