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Skyguard: Rising

Skyguard: Rising

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A High Fantasy game set in an original universe. You are one of the Skyguard, an ancient and respected order that transcends the races and nations, Dragon riders and Dragons alike join their ranks and soar the skies, ensuring the peace of the world.

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Introduction

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Welcome to Skyguard Rising, a High Fantasy game set in an original universe. You are one of the Skyguard, an ancient and respected order that transcends the races and nations, Dragon riders and Dragons alike join their ranks and soar the skies, ensuring the ancient Daemons remain sealed and the world remains in balance. Skyguard Rock, a massive and flattened mountain’s peak that rises into the air, is their base of operations and holds their Sentinel’s Keep.

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The Skyguard is made up of two classes who begin service between the tender ages of eight and thirteen; the valorous Vanguards who are talented humans that underwent incredibly difficult trials to join the organizations prestigious training academy, and sacred Sentinels who are blessed humans gifted with the ability to wield powerful magic and shift into the form of a Dragon however are unable to wield weaponry or even touch most metals. They are paired up upon entry to the training academy within their floating city and undergo intense studies of magic and combat as well as standard classes for six years. In their seventh they are paired with four other duos and are sent on their first real assignment before they are officially inducted as full-fledge Skyguard Knights.

The High Guard (as they are commonly called) are above the divisions of the Five Nations that surround them and act outside their laws, and yet each member calls one of those five nations his home having been born there and joining the Skyguard later in life. Acting like an international officer of the peace they have high authority, even in towns that they have never personally visited, but this does not please everyone. A guard cannot expect a warm reception in every nation, and at times they are outright outcasts, shunned by the public. Especially the Sentinels.





The Skyguard’s primary objective is to protect the balance of power in the human world, more specifically to protect the Five Families, each heirs to the original Five Leaders of humanity. They do not necessarily protect their rule but they do take massive strides and brave great danger at time to ensure that the family lines remain unbroken. This is because the primary mission of the Skyguard is to protect the Anchors that lie in the blood of each family, sealing away the Daemons within their Broken Moon Citadel and protecting the world from the evil that nearly destroyed it long ago.

You are one such Skyguard and, having made it through six rigorous years training, you have at last been called to the Knight Masters’ court to be given your first real solo assignment… well, it would be solo if it weren’t for your partner beside you… or those others you’ll be meeting there who will be joining you but eh, otherwise, Cudos!

Now, report to the Knight Masters, it’s time for your life in the Order to begin.


Vanguards:
Regular humans, who show irregular talent with combat and comprehension skills, these are the actually knights of the Skyguard. They are one part of the teams that fly the skies, and are the melee combatant when on the ground. Capable, as all regular humans are, of wearing and wielding the ores of the earth that are used in weaponry these trainees have a heavy focus on hand to hand combat and basic offensive magics. They are able to cast simple spells like a fire ball or a bolt of lightning well enough but anything bigger or heal healing is left to the Sentinels who are blessed by the Last Gift of the Dragons to do so. They are strong youths and have gone through much to reach this honor and, even though their partners did not have to face the entrance hardships as they did, they are fiercely loyal and swear allegiance to their partners and to the Skyguard. From the human Vanguards who ride to protect the human world from the evil of the Fourth’s creations to the human Sentinels that maintain the magic order of the world and fight with the Vanguards to keep the seal strong, to the Mermin lore keepers who maintain the knowledge of the past the Skyguard is the ultimate defensive line of the world from the Daemon threat… and they keep their vigil.

Sentinels:
These are human beings who won the pre-birth lottery of sorts, only one in every five thousand children born are born Sentinels, and there is no known way of becoming one without being born into it. Sentinels are humans who before they are born receive the Last Gift, a magic power passed to humanity by the last two dragons before their death, and have two innate abilities that are greater than anything that a “normal” human could possibly accomplish. These are the ability to use what is called Depp Magic, more powerful spells of all kinds that a normal human could never master, and the ability to transform into a dragon themselves and ride the open sky. However they also are vulnerable to the dragons’ former weaknesses, namely the inability to so much as touch any metal or ore that is not of pure nature (Gold, Silver, and Platinum). They are not initiated like the Vanguards are as they are so rare and in general raising a Sentinel Child would only be possible for a very wealthy family, thus most Sentinels are offered at birth to the Skyguard and are taught form a young age to master their abilities. One day they will be paired with a vanguard prospect and their true service will being.

Magic:
Magic in this world takes the form of auras that surround and inhabit the creatures that fill it. These aura fuel their magic (aka it’s their mana) and when they run out they need to sleep or rest to allow the magic to return to their bodies. Sentinels have a much greater aura and can use very advanced magic and healing spells that normal humans cannot. While Vanguards can cast spells like fireball or ice spike or something similar the Sentinels are the true mages with the ability to make a cyclone of fire appear or bring the might of the heavens down upon their enemies.

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The Five Nations:

-Zepher: Ruled by an imperial family and a counsel of representatives this nation is technically the oldest of the five as it contains the sacred City of Iron where men first settled upon the same ground their Craftsman built them. With a special cultural focus on family past and honor of service. This is glorified in their art and armor. Statues of heroes adorn the streets and their armor and weapons are graceful and artfully crafted using flowing curves and sturdy lines. (Think The Holy Roman Empire)

-Kalium: The northernmost country, frozen by snow for a quarter of the year, this nation is no longer ruled by its original family and is instead governed by the military. War is the name of the game in this totalitarian state and their warriors are known for being fierce, skilled, and ruthless. Art I sparse in this nation and their armor and crafts are hard and sharp, and the people are stern and sturdy. (Think Russia {or perhaps Skyrim})

-Lorthus: This country lies to the far southwest, with a large dry desert located in its center and an overlay more arid climate this nation’s people are used to enduring hardships and, more importantly, trading for what they need. Their crafts and art are unique for their bright colors and their use of incredibly soft fabrics, even in their armor and weapons. Having Lorthian fabric in ours attire is seen as a sign of great wealth. (Think Persia)

-Eirea: Located directly south of Zepher this is the nation in which most of the game will take place. A temperate climate and bordering the Great Lake, long with Zepher and Kalium, this nation is strong willed and proud. The People have become unsatisfied with their government recently and rumor has it a revolution is coming, the military supposedly seems to plan to get ahead here and are plotting a coup. (Think Germany)

-Gal Nim: this nation is to the far east, and is by far the most secluded. Having closed its borders with a huge wall on both sides and having few dealings with anyone this country is an enigma to all other nations, however they are not unknown to the Skyguard. A land of strange flowing architecture and a high degree of family honor the Gal Nim wield strange curved blades that are said to be sharper than any other, their products are all masterworks of great skill as each person within are brought up with the state in mind, they are given a trade in their youth and are put to work toward it for the good of the Empire. (Think China and Japan)


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The History of the World (Synopsis):

“Sit, children, and let me tell you a tale… one of a time… oh… so very long passed. A time when the land was divided…, when the sea was untamed…, and when Dragons, and their Vanguards, rode the sky…!”

“Dragons, Grandpa?”

“Yes, little one, Dragons…This land we live in, Zepher, is one of high mountains, great forests, and deep oceans. Have you seen them; the mountains to the west, the plains to the south, the sea to the east?”

“Oh! We’ve been to the sea Pap-pa! It was so pretty!”

“Well that’s wonderful, they are beautiful… they have always been beautiful, but have you ever seen an Island?”

“In the water?”

“No, not one in the sea…, an Island floating in the clouds...? It was there once, you know, the Great Stone that they say was once the peak of the Five Mountains… so tall it touched the heart of the Sky itself, and the Sky wanted so to touch the Stone in return that its great winds reached out and brought the Stone to it.”

“The Sky picked up the mountain?”

“Yes, the whole peak began to rise, as the Sky called to it… but you see the people of the mountains beside the Great Stone knew that it did not belong with the sky… they knew it would be lonely if it floated away from its family, and so the people made great chains and, with the help of the dragons… who also knew the Stone did not belong solely to the Sky, they fixed the Great Stone to its kin, but let it float above, halfway to the Sky, and halfway to its five kin.”

“Bu-but Grandpa… mo-momma says there are only... only one mountain…?”

“Your mother is right, child, there is only one great peak in Zepher… but there used to be five of them!”

“Really?”

“Yeah, Pap-pa, Really?”

“Heh, well, maybe I should just start at the beginning eh? You see…”


In the beginning the Four Great Craftsmen who constructed the world spread out and began to fill this empty planet with all manner of wonders. The First, who was the oldest of the Four, stole to the edges and filled the world with water before traveling back onto land to build the rivers and lakes. The Second, a material person, began to craft the land by building hills and valleys and at last the huge mountain range in the center of the world. The Third, with an open mind, took to the air and made the clouds and weather but lost his footing and stepped upon the tallest mountain, flattening it. The Fourth, the youngest, was in the heavens where she crafted the moons and night sky for the world below.

The world made, the Three Elder Craftsmen set to work building life. The First filled the seas and lakes with graceful life, the Second filled the land with noble creatures, and the Third filled the sky with beautiful creatures. The Second grew jealous of the Third’s work and bound them to the ground, though he could not keep them there and so they would fly off again before returning to the earth once more. The Third was angered by this and thus stole the Seconds most noble creations and granted them flight and magic, naming them Dragons. The Second was disgruntled and thus he made a sentient race too and granted them the power to craft of the raw material of the world which he denied to the Dragons, these he named Humans. The First also made a sentient race within the water and granted them the knowledge of the world and the wisdom to protect it, and named them Mermin.

The Fourth now descended her work above complete, and asked of her siblings to aid her, who had not yet created life, in making a race of her own. The First denied her on the grounds of tradition, stating she must learn to do that on her own. She went to the Second next, but was rudely rebuffed, and as he turned away from her she took a step of revenge upon him by placing a Seed of Discord within Human kind. Now she came to the Third who at first also rebuffed her, however before she placed another plague upon the Dragons the thoughtful Third reconsidered and promised her aid later. Satisfied she rested as the others finished their work.

Their work now done, the Four made to retreat from the world, leaving it to its own devices. Before disappearing, however, they looked back and admired the Fourth’s work. The First congratulated her, the Third doing the same, but the Second huffed in discontent further angering the Fourth. The Fourth decided vengeance could wait and instead turned to the Third, requesting his aid as promised. The First shot the Third a glare and he renowned his promise, citing tradition and patience to the Fourth. The Fourth was furious, but again decided that revenge could wait and so she bided her time and let her anger fester deep within her.

Centuries past before the Fourth returned to the world, the place of her kin’s cruelty and betrayal, and as she strode across the land once again investigating the progress of the world she felt a small amount of satisfaction at how her Seed had so shaped the world. Humanity has fractured into five cultures each battling the others for supremacy. She smiled at this and at the naivety of the Dragons and Mermin, who had no inkling of the coming storm. She returned to her own work, the heavens, and selected the Black Moon as the vessel for her work. She built a citadel within and, taking a handful of sand, breathed life into the dark structure. A dark and evil breed was born and she named them Daemons before setting them to their tasks. However this dark and twisted race disgusted her and so she left them to their work, returning to her Kin to build more new worlds. The Daemons, meanwhile, stewed in their citadel, building their dark army to fulfill their purpose.

As the Daemons gathered themselves for their purpose the world below continued to turn. The Dragons remained cloistered in their caves, delving deeper into their arcane arts. The Mermin kept to the seas, tending to the flocks of aquatic life around them and constructing the basis of the great coral reefs that encircled the continent in the shallows. Humanity, however, was not at peace as their counterparts were. They feuded and boiled as five distinct tribes formed amongst the race of humanity. These feverish tensions ignited at long last into what would be called the Seven Day Trials. Yet as this first of humanities wars scorched their sacred city the fighting came with a benefit; the Dragons acted and brought forth the first sign of cooperation between the races when the Treaty of Iron was enacted. Yet even as man spread across the continent into five separate kingdoms the tensions did not cease and war once again waged between the nations.

But this discord was only a preview of the devastation to come. The Daemons, having been hiding in their hidden citadel free form the eyes of the world below at last made their move. The moon fell into the sea, held together by magic runes scribed across its surface, and slowed by the ritual of the Daemons within so that its impact was minimal. Perhaps minimal is not the right word as the moons landing alone brought the race of Mermin to their knees. The waves generated both above and below the surface tore the reefs asunder and destroyed the city the Mermin had built with the aid of man. Above the water the coastal villages and towns of humanity that had begun to prosper were wiped out in an instant as huge waves crashed upon the beaches. The Dragons fled their mountain caves as the earth shook form the impact, breaking the Great Stone loose so that it might begin to slowly rise into the sky.

Then, with the three races still reeling from the impact of some unknown force on the other side of the world, the Daemons began their march. These great beasts were capable of little mercy but much war. They first descended upon the Mermin, who were hardest struck by the descent, and with brutal effectiveness the Daemons destroyed them. Yet they could not kill them all and those few that escaped warned the race of men, who were still engaged in their own war. The Nation of Kalium, a more war readied country, was the first the Daemons sought to invade, And the other nations soon followed suit as each country found the Daemons pressing in around them. They would have folded as the Mermin had yet the very first act of vengeance the Fourth had wrought worked against her plans. Man had been fighting for generations and had crafted ever more effective means of war, and as the Daemon fought deeper into the territory of humanity they found more and more resistance. But it was not enough.

The Daemons were capable of flight and of swimming in the depths, capable of great feats of destructive magic and great displays of individual strength. Simply put, the other three races were out matched. Humanity was losing as the fight dragged on longer and longer, yet they were not alone. From the central mountains came reinforcements as the Dragons, realizing the threat posed by these terrible foes, joined forces with their fellows and began to drive the beasts back toward the sea. Within the lake they found another city of Mermin, refugees and ancients living in a sacred and hidden place, and with their aid the Dragons discovered a means of stopping the Daemon invasion. But it would require all three races working together.

And thus the Skyguard was born…


(Note*: The above Creation Story is a summary, for the full tale click [url]{COMING SOON}[/url])

Q&A:

Q; What happens to the Sentinels or Dragons when they touch metal?

A; A slight touch or a small amount of metal grazing them causes a shock and then a burning sensation, while longer contact causes a burn increasing in intensity. Being cut or stabbed by a metal weapon will cause incredible pain and illness as if struck by a poisoned weapon, what would normally take only weeks for a vanguard to heal could be fatal to a Sentinel.

Q; Why are the Vanquards able to ride the Sentinels without hurting them while in armor?

A; Most vanguards wear purely leather armors, or banded armors, however those that use plate armor or chainmail typically have it wrapped or layered in leather or wear long tunics to avoid touching their partner with their metal. Most Sentinels, however, choose to wear a magical belt called a Lash which morphs with them into a large leather and cloth saddle which their partner rides in. Some do like bareback though… now stop laughing like a two year old…

Q; What becomes of Sentinel Children who are not sent to the Skyguard?

A; They are typically scholars or court mages. Some of the nations have secretly started to raise Sentinels on their own rather than letting the Skyguard take them so that they can built up a powerful dragon guard of their own.

Q; What are the ranks like in the Skyguard

A; It’s mostly based off seniority. But the highest ranking knights are the Three masters, contrary to their name the Masters number six, as the Three Masters refers to three pairs. Under them are Sky Paladins, then Knights, then Squires. We will be playing as Squires at first.

Anymore questions can be posed in the OOC thread and will be added to the front page.

PS:IT should be noted that the Dragons are EXTINCT. this is an absolute fact and there will be no dragons "hiding in an ancient cave slumbering". Thank you.

Toggle Rules

Firstly, all players will be expected to play BOTH a Vanguard AND a Sentinel.

Secondly, ALL site rules will be observed, anyone not doing so will be warned and if the problem persists the Moderators will be involved.

Thirdly, you are expected to be capable of making at least a paragraph post, if you find you cannot collaborate with other players.

Lastly, this game is for enjoyment, and with that in mind please attempt to maintain harmony of such.

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Character Portrait: Sephera Halsey Character Portrait: Azriel Kollure
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The howling wind was defending, shwush, pouring in from all directions yet he barely heard it. All he could hear was that small but strong voice in his head deep and full of memory, his father’s voice ringing in his ears, “Trust, that’s the thing, son, without it you can no more be a Vanguard than you can a bird.” And he did trust. He loved this feeling, the tug of the planet below calling him as he fell, he was at peace, his eyes closed and just drifting calmly in the wind as he fell thousands of feet through the air. He wondered how long he’d been falling this time, not that he really cared, the duration didn’t matter it was the initial feeling of his stomach flying to his midsection and his heart thumping against the wind that he loved. Against the din of the wind in his eyes as he fell toward the ground he heard a more distinctive roar and so he spun himself, letting his back fall toward the earth first and raised a single hand above him, toward the sky.

Within a matter of milliseconds he was whisked away, feeling a strong and sturdy grasp grip onto his hand and pull him along into the air, out of his free fall. He at last opened his eyes with a smile as he saw the now very near trees passing a dozen yards beneath his feet which dangled in the air, “Nice catch, Seph!” he congratulated. The Huge bronze and green colored dragons above him let out grunt that echoed through his body as it swung him up and tossed him in front of it before he fell onto it’s back and they two soared away. The early morning air was brisk and cool in the high mountains as the ever present soft blankets of snow crested the Five Peaks. Yet the air was warm and inviting as the duo soared back up to their point of origin, the summer breeze keeping the chill of the mountains at bay. Flying at level with one of the ever rising peaks the dragons glided and skipped, every now and then touching the tree tops below as they flew above. They came upon a huge chain, reaching out from the mountain depth and turned, following the chain up.

Higher and higher they flew, swirling and circling the chain in a tight spiral as they rose, high into the clouds where the chains vanished. The clouds were a misty cool on the young people’s faces, even though one of them was currently a multi ton flying lizard, and as the burst through into the bright new dawn above the clouds both felt that ever familiar swelling of pride and awe as they looked upon their home. “I never get tired of that.” he expressed. Their home was Skyguard Rock, a floating mountain, upon which stood the Citadel of the High Guard, the Vanguard Keep, or the Sentinels Sanctuary. So many names for this city on a hill with a massive white stone keep built at its center.

Turning to the far right of the huge, floating, city the duo made for a cluster of floating rock that formed a ring around the main mountain, “So, what’s next, Azriel? More skydiving or agility practice?” the dragon spoke in a gruff voice almost a growl or low roar, yet it was under toned by the light tones of a young woman’s voice. It was an odd sound but then again this was an odd creature; a Human with the ability to transform into a dragon. “My vote’s agility, I got a good feeling about today.”

“You read my mind, Sephera. Let’s hit it.” the young man astride the dragon called as he held on tighter to the harness and pushed himself up, so he was no longer sitting on the saddle but now standing on the stirrups. They took off like a shot as the large and powerful wings thrust backward and the young man let out an excited and adventurous yell. As they approached the cluster of floating rock fragments the young man drew out his blade, careful to keep it clear of the dragon he rode and stood higher in the saddle. They passed by the first rock, upon which a strange contraption of gears and pulleys and other mechanical works with a large red target outstretched toward them, he reached out with his blade and struck the target, the machine turning as it began to click in rhythm. “I’ll never understand that Mermin engineering.” Azriel mused to himself and his partner as they began weaving through the ever shifting stones.

Sephera knew the basic layout of the course by heart, but the constantly changing stones that tumbled about them kept the training visceral and real. She concentrated on flying and left the duty of spotting, as always, to her partner who was busy scanning the field of debris for the ever so elusive targets of the course. “Call it, Az!” Sephera called in her mixed draconic voice.

Azriel didn’t need to be told twice as he spotted a glint of red among the grey and brown rocks flying about them, “Triple threat, right side fifty meters. Give ‘em the gape.” He called in their practiced fashion. On queue the sentinel opened her jaws and prepared for the upcoming turn, just as her Vanguard had said three red targets appeared in a rather flushed line on the right side of the turn. She let the aura built within her jaws and felt the energy reach peak levels as he throat exuded a green glow, then with a widening of her mouth the green energy shot off in a concentrated beam that cut across the sky. The beam was weakened and did not destroy the larger rock as it skipped over the first and second target, knocking them back and sending them spinning, but the third was just outside her range from her turn. She cursed mentally but heard a familiar scream as a red flash shot form the corner of her eye and struck the target. Azriel held out a still slightly smoldering hand from which he had let loose a fire bolt and exhaled, “Close one.”

“No penalties yet… next course please!” the dragon commented as they again banked sharply into the next section of rock that made up the course. Here they had to be even more nimble, actually landing several times on stone and kicking off from them to change direction suddenly. “I thought they posted a notice about a new obstacle somewhere in here, think we missed it?”

“Maybe, I don’t- Whoa!” the Vanguard cried as he looked about and caught sight of a glint a few yards ahead of them and fast approaching. There were five polished iron orbs suspended by leather tethers form several rocks blocking their only open route. They were small and hard to see, no bigger than a watermelon, but still posed a severe theat. He didn’t wait to speak to his partner to whom the iron balls, while not seemingly dangerous to a dragon, posed a greater threat and just acted to protect her. He lunged from her back, leaping forward at remarkable speed as a blue trail of light flowed after him toward the orbs with his blade held high. He struck two with one swing, feeling his momentum slow as he began to lose altitude, yet he could not stop, he swung again with a twist of his body to knock another from Sephera’s path. The world turned slow yet the dragon moved fast and as he looked up at the last two orbs he spotted the reflection of bronze scales in the polished surface of the last two targets. He had no choice and so he reached out toward them with his palm and let out a cry as he forced his body’s natural energies to erupt into the atmosphere.

A pulse erupted from his palm and knocked the last two balls back as he fell away below the opening in the stones the shining spheres had been blocking. He reached up and again heard his father’s voice as he waited ever so patiently with no fear threatening to invade his mind. He was rewarded as a clawed hand grabbed his own and pulled him along again, just as it had earlier. “Thanks Az!” Seph roared as she tossed him onto her back again, “That was not an ok obstacle, I’m gonna have to have a talk with the professor after this.”

“Later,” the young man called as he got back in the saddle, “finish line first.” He called and his partner silently agreed as they flew on into the course. The rest of the path was business as usual as the duo glided through the shifting rock of the agility course, striking the targets here and there and dodging the many obstacles placed throughout the field. At long last they turned the final corner, having made a full circuit to the other side of the large geared contraption. Once more Azriel prepared and lunged from her back of his partner, saving a few moments from their time as he struck the red target knocking it around to the other size and stopping the machine as Seph caught him on her back. As the two turned and hovered, looking at a panel of white tiles above the geared contraption. “Ha! 172, a new course record!” Azriel cheered as Seph let off a small burst of her breath weapon into the air in a celebratory display before they slipped away form the timer and headed back to the Citadel Rock,.

A few minutes later they Sentinel’s claws touched the white marble stone work of one of the many launching platforms upon the Citadel Mount. Her Vanguard wasted no time hoping to the ground and stepped away as the dragon folded its wings and arched its back, taking a few steps forward while its scales began to glow a bright green. The light intensified to an almost blinding level as the dragon’s form got smaller and smaller until at last it was engulfed by a shining cocoon. The Vanguard counted out three fingers nonchalantly while rubbing his other shoulder as the light dimmed and the cocoon shattered, breaking into shards of aura which disintegrated upon striking the ground as a young woman strode forth from within. She flicked her fine blonde hair as the cocoon shattered and vanished completely and stretched her hands upward, fingers interlaced as she loosened up. “Ugh, nothing like a morning flight, eh?” she asked turning to her partner who just smiled and nodded as he walked toward her, still rubbing his right shoulder. “Come on, let’s get some breakfast!” she called as she turned and began heading up the stairs toward the upper city, her vanguard following closely behind.

The city was still quiet, most of the houses still dark in the red glow of the early morning, but it slowly was waking as they climbed higher and higher. The city was occupied by those who support the Skyguard both on and off the field, blacksmiths, bakers, seamstresses, and of course the graduates of the Skyguard Academy themselves took up residence in the city that surrounded the Citadel, leaving the students of the Academy to live in the dorms or the young graduates to occupy the barracks of the fortress. Passing by a large bakery near the entrance to the academy portion of the Academy a man within gave off a high pitched whistle as the duo passed by on the street, causing Sephera to turn on her heel and wave to him. “Morning you two, out for a stroll by the dawn?” the baker asked with a chuckle as he polished his display case, already laden by fresh pastries for the morning rush.

“More like a flight.” Sephera asked as they stopped outside the shop, Azriel smiling to the baker.

He stopped rubbing his shoulder long enough to wave to the man and push Sephera toward the shop “Morning, Sid, how’s the family?”

“Ah, little Alicia has a cold. Not much mum’s magic can do about that so she’ll just have to rest up and muddle through,” the vanguard smiled attentively as he withdrew several gold pieces from his pocket and tossed them to the baker ordering their ‘usual’ that being his personal favorite pastry, and apple fritter, and a buttered croissant and banana for Sephera, knowing her favorite. “Not eating at the dining hall this morning?” the baker asked rhetorically as he gathered their order without being told what it was in any more detail.

Sephera took her bread and took a bite, savoring it before swallowing, “Just set the new record for agility, so we’re celebrating.” She commented as she glanced at Azriel who was eating his fritter with his right hand and rubbing his shoulder with his left, “Had a few scares but it was more or less the usual, a few targets, some flying rocks and- what are you doing to your shoulder?” Sid nodded in agreement to her curiosity.

“Eh, I just pulled it earlier.”

“When?” Seph inquired with clear surprise, “Since when do you hurt yourself during training?”

“Remember that un-braced Pulse spell I had to use earlier?”

Seph rolled her eyes and put down her breakfast, making Azriel sit in one of the Bakery’s café chairs, “Take off the pauldrons.” She ordered, knowing she couldn’t mess with the metal clasps herself. He complied with a wince, Sid taken aback by how much of a deal Azriel was making out of a simple pulled muscle. Seph though the same until she touched his tunic’s shoulder and felt the bone, a slight shimmer in her eyes as she looked at his arm. “Az!”

“Wh-what?” he exclaimed in shocked surprise.

“Moron, that’s not a pulled muscle, you fractured it!” she chastised him as she hovered a hand over the bruised arm, “Honestly, you’d think you’d know the difference.” Azriel just huffed followed swiftly by a wince as a green glow emanated from her palm as ethereal tendrils entered into his skin, she held his arm tightly as he winced again, “Oh, you big baby, I swear…. You’re such a girl.” She commented.

Az just grinned “You know… not the best insult you could have chosen.” Seph just stopped her healing for a moment as she looked him in the face with a frown and a furrowed brow. A small bolt of static electricity shot from her palm into his shoulder, making him jump and yelp in pain, whipping the smile form his face. “Ok… Ok, I get it… shutting up now.”

The Baker just laughed, “You two, I swear…” he chuckled as he looked through the window of his shop at the academy dorms on the other side of the Citadel Walls, “It’s almost time for graduation, isn’t it?”

“Yeah, our whole class should be getting assignments any day now…”

Az nodded as he let the magic stitch up the fracture in his arm, “Yeah… wonder what the others are up too right now…”

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The morning light cast over Kirill's form, warming his bare chest as he stared across the misty skies towards the bursting orb of heat. The Sentinel sat atop the main structure of the Citadel, right at the peak wear a long turret struck into the sky. He gripped the harsh roofing below him, his long fingers and toes helping him stay aloft. Kirill loved to witness the moment between day and night, when they sky was still in transition. He loved the smell of the morning air, the purity behind an untarnished day. Although it would be much better in the snow, Kirill still found he could enjoy these mornings.

Kirill missed his homeland, even if he had been an outcast to his people. They hate shunned him when he was revealed to be a Sentinel, a beast in their eyes. But apart from their hateful words and horrible actions, Kirill had payed them no mind. He did not care about what others thought, especially the individuals who held no power. They were like squabbling rats to him, morsels of meat that he could easily rid of. No, what he truly missed was the rolling hills of pure white, the peaks that rose up in the distance, and the way a sunny day still chilled you right to the bone. He missed the way his breath wafted from his lips, how his fingers turned to ice if he kept his gloves off for too long. As beautiful as the Citadel was, there was far less snow in this place....far less purity.

In the midst of the rolling mist, Kirill could spot one of his fellow Sentinel flying with her Vanguard, the green of her scales shining bright as the lifting sun grew brighter. Kirill loved to practice in the morning light with his partner, but they had not reserved the track for today. At the thought of Eshe, Kirill blinked and glanced back at the sun. It was now fully above the cliffs, a perfect circle sitting atop the horizon. He was to meet his Vanguard at the practice field at sunrise and he hated to make her wait. Slowly and carefully Kirill stood, making sure to keep his bare feet curled around the dangerous perch. A light breeze flew by, ruffling his messy white hair and white linen pants. He huffed, breathing in the air deeply before turning and walking along the tip of the roof.

The sparring field they had chosen was a quick fly from the rooftop. Kirill stood at the edge, looking down at the few people that were moving around below. His cloudy blue eyes followed their various movements before he released a gust of air and let his body plummet.

In mid fall, Kirill released his human skin the done the body of a dragon. It appeared that it could have hurt, but Kirill thought of it as the best feeling on Earth. At first his body glowed dimply, building upon itself before he was like a rezoning beckon of glowing blue ice. Then it burst from his skin, tearing apart the human body he wore. The light continued to grow, quadrupling in size before it slowly solidified and diminished. In the place oft he light was the massive body of a blue scaled dragon, long bat-like wings folding against his body to continue his dive.

He spread them right before he hit the ground, sending out a hawk like screech of exhilaration. The few people below screamed and fell to the ground to avoid his massive form as he glided above them. He chuckled at the sight of the cowering humans, then lifted his massive wings once more to propel him him high above the buildings. He beat his wings twice before angling his long scaly body towards the sparring fields, before tucking his wings in once more to dive. Kirill's dragon form was built for speed, so while he was massive in size, he was by no means hefty. His serpent like body cut through the air currents, his long tail propelling him down in a perfect dive.

The sparing ground came faster then he would have liked, forcing him to spread his wings as far as they could to catch the wind and stop him mid dive. The massive membranes filled with air, slowly him down instantly. He hovered mid flight, searching the ground for his partner but not spotting her. With a snort, he folded his wings and let his body fall to the ground, catching himself on his long lizard like legs. Kirill twisted his head around, looking around the arena for Eshe and finally deeming her not present.

'Your late...' He growled out, using his Mind Snare ability to send a telepathic communication to his Vanguard. They had set up the connection long ago so that Kirill did not have to request permission to speak to her. The massive dragon turned his head to face the direction he could sense his partner in, awaiting her response and appearance.

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Say'Lyna


Drip...
Drip...
Drip...

The drip of dew-drops falling into grass was the only sound Say'Lyna could hear in the Skygarden. She had been sitting there for hours, legs crossed with her arms in her lap as she meditated; surrounded by the hundred's of yards of plants that was the Skygarden. Since she couldn't fall asleep the night before, she decided to come to the garden to meditate with it. Yes. Meditate with the garden.

The Skygarden was a massive, sprawling maze of plants and herbs from all across the known world. Almost every species mankind has ever encountered has at least one seed here. So much life to exist in such a small place. The idea fascinated Say to no end. The very idea of having a sample of life from across the entire world made her shiver. So much knowledge could be learned from this place. So many memories. So many lifetimes of information could be gathered from here. It was something that Say loved to do.

Being Sylvan, the name itself meaning Earth Child, she could meditate with the earth around her, and communicate with it. It was an art her people had practiced for 1000's of years. Just like humans, plants could carry memories, emotions, and some can even carry full thoughts. And, if you knew how, these things could all be shared. All this information could be shared to another plant, or even to another human. Even life energy could be shared between the plants, and again to other forms of life. Even though it wasn't as energizing as a good night's sleep, Say could still absorb the energy shared from the plants to help rest herself.

Sleep, over the past two weeks or so, had been getting harder and harder for Say. And last night, it was impossible. For hours she lied in bed, unable to fall into the bless of sleep. She didn't know why: Maybe something was gnawing at her subconscious, or maybe it was because she was getting tired of the same day-to-day routine of waking up, training with her sister- and Sentinel partner -Lowa, and then going back to sleep. It had been weeks since she had been pulled out on a mission.

It went against Ventari's Teachings to wage war, but something in Say's body wanted to go out and fight a demon, or a ghoul, or a horde of drouger. Something in her wanted to fight, and kill.

Finally, after hours of meditating, the sun was climbing into the sky higher and higher. She was starting to feel a little more awake and alert, and decided it was time to get up. Slowly opening her eyes, Say was greeted with the beautiful image of the sun reaching over the mountains to the east. The whole sky was a bright orange, with clouds that looked like they were made of golden wool. Still in her meditation, Say could feel the joy of the plants around her as they, too, were met with the glory of the son's rays.

Finally disconnecting from the life around her, Say placed her hands on the ground to her sides and lifted herself up. The golden-brown leaves that covered her body, like cloth to any normal human, opened up lightly as she took in a deep breath. Slowly, still a little low on energy from the lack of sleep, Say walked forward through the rows and lines of plants that lead to the exit of the garden. Walking to the dorms, Say went to go find her sister, Lowa, to start their daily training.





Lowa'Lyna


Lowa, unlike Say, had slept like a kitten all night long. She had fallen asleep somewhere around eight, or nine, and had slept all through the night till now. Nothing had woken her up this morning, the Something waking her up was typically Say telling her they need to train, but this time Say was no where to be seen. In hind-sight, it was a good thing. A well rested Sentinel and a tired Vanguard was better than the other way around. A massive two ton flying lizard that couldn't see straight from fatigue was seen as a "bad thing".

Slowly, she removed herself from the warmth of the sheets that covered her, and rose to her feet in her and Say's small dormitory. Stretching her arms up into the air to wake up her body a little. For a moment, she looked around the room and found her gear: her hat, hair-pin, coat and pants, and her crystal sword. Unlike her sister, Lowa wasn't as "leafy". Say had enough leaves that covered her body that she looked like she was fully clothed, but if Lowa had walked out in just her leaves it would look like she was naked if you were a ways away.

With a yawn, she threw on the jacked and pulled up her pants, belting them tight at her waist. Now for the part she hated... Even from grasping the hilt of a sword, Lowa's hands would burn from the magic of the Sentinel blood in her. Slowly grasping the blade of the sword, Lowa took the loop at the hilt of the sword and fed her belt through it to lock it to her waist. Luckily, this morning she hadn't burnt herself too badly by doing so. Even though the blade of the crystal sword was covered, even getting close to it burnt her from the Sentinel magic. Wiping her hands on her pants, Lowa turned and walked for the door.

As she opened the door, she jumped a little bit as she looked to see her sister Say on the other side, about to do the same thing. With a little laugh, Lowa let out a big smile at the sight of her sister. "Say!" She said with a little smile, hugging her sister this morning. With the same smile, Say hugged her little sister back "Lowa, come on. Get all your stuff. We start training in ten." She said letting go of her sister, looking her in the eye with a nod.

Lowa could see in her eyes that Say was still tired... even after meditating for seven hours. Slowly, Lowa put her hand up to her sisters face and stroked her cheek, saying softly: "Are you up for training today...? You look like you should still be resting."

In response, Say sighed a little and shook her head. "I'm alright. I just need to get moving, and I'll wake up..." Nodding, Lowa moved out into the hallway and closed and locked the door behind her. Walking down the hall with her sister, who had her own crystal sword Woma on her back, the two walked out to the training field.

Out on the fields, the two spotted a few people they knew well. Kiril and Eshe out a ways, about to get started with their own training. Shaking her head a little to wake up, Say walked over to a row of archery targets while Lowa jogged over to the track nearby. Say had been training herself in archery for a few weeks now, something she was never excessively good at. That was exactly why she 'aimed' to make herself better at it.

Taking her Woma and putting it on the table at the archery station, she grabbed an oak long bow and a few arrows, sticking the arrows in the ground next to her. Raising the bow in her left hand, she grabbed one arrow with her right and notched it up in the bow. Slowly, she pulled back the string and lined up the shot. Peering through one eye, she aimed her arrow to hit the target right in the center. Letting the arrow fly, she watched as it soared through the air, striking the target one or two inches outside of the bullseye.

Damn... She thought to herself as she lined up another arrow, aiming it in the same spot and letting it go again. This time, her shot had been a tad better; landing inside the bullseye, but not in the perfect center of it. It was good enough for her.

Moving to the next target, she did the same as before: Lined up, pulled, and released. At a distance of about 20 yards, the shot got a little harder. But her arrow found its way towards the center of the target, though blown a little by the winds. Again, this time accounting for wind, she aimed and released. Nailing the bullseye again.

Now, to the hard target. This next shot being 40 yards away, Say would be surprised if she could hit the target at all. Like before, prepared and released the shot; but this time took her sweet time in aiming. After a very long moment of flight, the arrow struck the target on the very outside-edge of the target. At least 3 feet away from the bullseye.

Again, she raised the bow and prepared her next shot. Making the proper calculations, Say let the arrow loose. All though it wasn't the bullseye she hit, she was able to get a lot closer than before. Only 3-4 inches away from it.

Again and again, she fired a few more arrows at the target until she nailed the bullseye. Smiling to herself, she went back to her first target and started the whole routine over again. Her goal this time; hit the bullseye in one shot.

Off on the track, Lowa lined herself up in a lane of the stone circular track. Removing her coat to leave her in her undershirt, lowa began to jog down the track a few times just to warm up. Today, she was aiming to work her endurance. Which meant slowly run faster and faster until she wears herself out, then run some more.

After the first one or two jogs around the track, she started to pick up speed. Now, after about eight runs she started to run faster still, getting into a dead sprint. Panting deeply she clocked lap after lap after lap. Sweat started to run down her body in small streams as she kept climbing in speed.

Run... Faster... Run! Go... Go... GO! She encouraged to herself in her mind as she ran faster and faster around the track, imagining she was being chased, or someone needed her help. As she got pushed her body to its limits, she closed her eyes for a moment. Filling her imagination with images of a beast chasing close behind her, forcing her to run faster and faster. And as she reopened them she felt her body start to change...

In mid step, Lowa pushed off the ground and jumped into mid air. As if the whole world had slowed down, Lowa felt her body morph into its dragon form. Her arms and legs began to enlarge, her back and neck elongated, and on her back her wings began to sprout. Still mid jump, Lowa had turned completely into her dragon form. Smiling to herself she pushed her wings down, pushing the air under them down at the ground to allow her to gain air.

Letting out a loud roar of pride in herself, Lowa flew higher into the sky before turning herself to fly through he air to aim at Kirill and Eshe next to the sparing ground. Having not gained too much speed it was easy for Lowa to slow herself down, and skillful land next to icy-white dragon with a loud thud of her paws smacking into the ground. Turning to Eshe she smiled a little, and shook herself to say "Hello" to her. Looking to Kirill, she let out a low and playful growl, seeming to invite him to a chalange. A race.

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When Eshe Summersong dreamed, it was in white.

The driven snow of her homeland, howling over the plains and between the hills, whistling through the threadbare trees and the needles of coniferous pines, tearing at them with vicious hands or tugging with the gentle caress of a lover, if the season was right. The long nights and short days called to her, the subtle crunch of ice and snow underfoot and the foggy tendrils of her breath gusting into the frozen air. Sometimes, the wind was still, and there was nothing to be heard on the tundra but the sound her own body made, little to be seen but the starlight glimmering off the frozen landscape, setting her hair and skin and eyes aglow with some unnamable ice-fire-light that could only be understood by those who had seen it.

Kalium was in her blood, her bones, and her heart, but it was not what called her forth now. Something greater than even the love she bore the land of her birth tethered her to grander purpose, and as it had for every morning since she took her refuge here, it summoned her forth from her dreams. Returning to the world of the waking, Eshe cracked an eyelid, blinking both several times when she realized she still had more than an hour until sunrise. It would do. Doubtless Kirill was already awake somewhere, probably intending to watch the ascent of the fire in the sky. She never knew how to feel when its warmth washed over the world. For her people, warmth was life, it staved off the chill of ice and winter, fed them and braced them against the forces of nature, but in her eyes, that warmth also chased away the most magical of the world’s beauty—still nights and starlight.

She did not devote more time than necessary to contemplating this, however, instead rising, cleansing herself as she did twice daily, and donning a light, loose shirt cast off her shoulder in a shallow boatneck, and fitted, dark trousers. This morning was training, and she did not desire to be overly armored this time, but recognized practicality all the same. Her nearly-luminous hair was pulled into a no-nonsense ponytail, and she strapped her sheathed hook swords along with her bow and quiver on her back.

Aware that she still had time, Eshe made it out to the training ground just as the first rays of sunlight were emerging over the horizon. Her partner had a flair for the dramatic, and he was very good at it. She, on the other hand, was considerably more… subtle, and she’d hidden herself behind a straw dummy, soundless and motionless, when he made his slightly-harder-than-necessary landing. His ‘voice’ sounded in her mind with palpable irritation, and she allowed him to sense a sliver of amusement over the link.

No, she replied simply in the same fashion, I am only unseen. He was looking in the proper direction, it was true, and doubtless he could sense her to some degree, but it was not yet perfect. Melting out from the cover of the shadow, Eshe seemed to appear almost, but not quite, from thin air. She strode at an easy jog towards him, tipping her head back to look into his brilliant draconian eye. ’Twould be a rather unfair match if we were to spar as you are now, she said over the mind link. Though there were still traces of indulgence in her mental ‘tones,’ she did not smile. Eshe rarely ever smiled, though not for lack of trying on Kirill’s part. There was just a little too much of Kalium’s hardness and ice in her, perhaps, though she was far from cruel.


She was able to say nothing else, however, before Lowa landed next to Kirill. Eshe was uncertain as to the purpose of the interruption; perhaps they were being summoned at last? But it did not seem so. Eshe returned the greeting with a dip of her head, but it was not for her to answer anything on Kirill’s behalf. Though they were partners, he was his own person as much as she, and though she desired to spar, if he wished to race, then race he would, and she would find another method of training herself today. One of the reasons their partnership worked as well as it did was the mutual respect they shared for one another, after all.



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One would expect a man like Salazar Eskandi to be lazy beyond reckoning, and never leave the comfort of his sleep until he absolutely had to.

Honestly, they’d be right, but the circumstances under which he considered himself ‘forced’ were different now than they used to be. Faelwen was insistent on morning training. Salazar was insistent that he did nothing without breakfast. Somehow, they managed to meet in the middle, which usually resulted in breakfast at an ungodly hour of the morning, followed by training on a full stomach. It wasn’t an ideal solution for either of them, but it was a compromise, and if the instructors that he usually pretended not to listen to were right, then that was the more important thing anyway.

Nobody was really sure where he put it, but Salazar could eat more than men half again his considerable size, and never seemed to gain weight because of it. He put his appetite down to a childhood starved more than anything, but of course nobody here knew anything about that. He talked about himself, if prompted, but he never really said anything with the words. A distinction sadly underappreciated by most people, he felt.

Either way, he was halfway through an enormous plate of meat, eggs, sprouts, and some delightful Eiran substance called a ‘pancake’ when he sensed Faelwen’s presence. He wouldn’t put it past her to have snuck in a jog or some light exercise already. She, unlike him, had a serious work ethic. Salazar was near the top of his class by sheer dent of talent, not effort—he rarely saw anything as important enough to apply his full attention to, and his mind was always spinning off in a thousand direction, chasing down mental tangents or being distracted by shiny objects, as he’d have someone believe, and that was frankly just fine by him. He was stubborn, in a subtle way, and wasn’t going to change who he was for anybody. Compromise, he was willing to try, but not a serious attitude adjustment.

“Morning, Sunshine,” he greeted Faelwen, flashing a quick, pristine grin before turning back to his food. It was a nickname she’d earned mostly due to the color of her hair, which he found mildly fascinating. Nobody had golden hair in Lorthus—his people were all dark as he was, or close. Frankly, she was lucky he hadn’t stuck with ‘buttercup,’ which had been his alternative thought on possible diminutives for her. As it was, he used that one with someone else that it fit much better. “What’s on the agenda for today?” He didn’t care, and she did, so it was very easy for them both to let her make the decisions regarding such matters.

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No, Eshe's calming voice echoed through out his mind, causing him to twist his head in confusion at the negative statement, I am only unseen.. Kirill was confused. He glanced around the field, confusion evident in his glowing blue eyes. Had he missed her? She was much smaller to him in this form, a tiny drop of white against this green. Surly he would have noticed his partner though, especially with their strong bond. Suddenly, before his very eyes, Eshe melded from the shadows of a near by bush. As she walked gracefully towards him, Kirill let out a chuckle and lowered his head so that they were level. He did his best to smile at her in greeting, though all it did in his dragon form was serve to show off his terrifying set of knife like teeth. Eshe was the only being he had ever felt the need to smile for, she is the only being he had ever really shared a connection for. He would die for this girl, though he knew she would do the same.’Twould be a rather unfair match if we were to spar as you are now, she spoke through their minds again, a gentle caressing echo within his head that soothed him and reminded him of home. Ah right, the sparring, Kirill had forgotten that they had business to account for today.

I apologize, I could not refrain myself back from terrorizing the early birds of the Citadel, He chuckled through the mind link, thinking back to the faces of the servants that had been just below his dive. While they were all used to the Sentinels forms, most of the dragons did not take such a delight in terrifying the workers as he did. The white beast shook himself, stretching his wings out a bit before he released them to a more simple form so the partner could begin their spar.

But before he could, the rushing sound of wings driving through the air caught his attention. He swiveled his antlered head to face the oncoming Sentinel, shifting his large body to stand in front of Eshe. He knew she could protect herself, he trusted her as a partner as much as he did a warrior, but in the presence of other dragons he never took any chances. Kirill placed a his right arm in front of Eshe just as the Sentinel, Lowa, landed before them. She was a smaller dragon then him, her shoulders only raising jus to his chest. He reached his long neck high over hers, staring down at her playful stance with a metaphorical raised brow. Ah, she wanted to race, and while he was tempted...

Kirill cast a glance downwards at his Vanguard, a snort escaping his nostrils. No, Kirill only had time and interest for Eshe, he did not want to play with this dragon. He flicked his eyes to the green beast, huffing his chest at her in an exasperated manner.

"I am not interest, Lowa'Lyna" He grumbled through his maw. His draconic voice was a mixture of his icy human tone and a smooth hiss from deep within his throat. He breathed ice and because of this his voice was not a growl like most dragons that produced heat, but more of a harsh breeze.

In an instant a brilliant white-blue light emerged from his form in a soft glow, burning away the scales and wings and claws before retreating to reveal a tall, lean, and very white teen. He stretched out his arms, shifting his muscles to adjust to the new form before meeting the green drake before him. His harsh light blue eyes glared into his fellow Sentinel, making his feelings clear. He was not in the mood to play with her and would rather be with his partner.

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Faelwen had just retrieved her breakfast platter when she noticed Salazar had spoken to her. "Im surprised you truly had to ask" she smirked. "We will train, I've heard that some of us might be summoned soon, and I for one, would like to be ready." Starving, she hurried and opened the eating utensils to her left and began to eat her pancake, only to stop shortly there after. "Ugh, this is disgusting!" she groaned, hesitantly standing to her feet as she left Salazar momentarily to walk to the garbage that was a few spaces away. She had been up early this morning, just like most mornings as of late, since she could not sleep. The nightmares just kept coming back, and each time it seemed to worsen. Left with few options, she had decided to get an early start to the day by heading to the arena, and practicing on the training dummies. With each punch, and kick she felt a bit of her frustration and tension release until she had nothing else to give.

Not wanting to be a burden, she would not tell Salazar of the nightmares that continuously robbed her of sleep. Instead she would do as expected and make them train, if not, he would inquire about the change, and it was far too embarrassing to admit. Looking towards him she nodded towards the door. "C'mon you!" Gently, she removed herself from the table saying goodbye to the others. She wasn't wearing her armory, just a simple maidens gown fabricated in white lace. It suited her well and wouldn't hinder her training. After all, she had fought in a ball gown before; so this was nothing but normal, casual attire.

All knowing that Salazar would follow her lead, she silently prayed to the gods that today would not be one of those days where he attempted to rattle her, surely she would break. Once she arrived to the arena, two guards near the door approached her. "Madam, you have no authorization here. Please, gather yourself and continue on your way."She shook her head as she let out a chuckle. "I am Faelwen Irwin, vanguard of Skyguard and I AM authorized to come into this arena." The guards gave her a quizzical look "Where is your amour displaying your symbol?" "It is at home, I am woman, am I not permitted to dress in a formal gown when, and if I please. Amour is only necessary when we are in the heap of battle." She inched closer to the guards "Does it look like I am in a battle right now?"

The guards shook their heads and offered their condolences. "I am sorry, yes you're right. Please.." the man gestured towards the arena doors. "do come in." Nodding their way she walked into the arena and gathered her bow and arrow as well as her sword. They were right as she left them. Continuing down the walkway, she set her weapons upon a rock before sitting on the bench beside it. She would quickly take a nap.. After all, it was only a nap.

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Silveria had awoken early, excited to start today. Like every morning, she followed her routine, showering, getting dressed and putting on her armor displaying her vanguard seal at the hip. Scipio never woke up early so it was her duty to wake him up, that snoozer. After successfully making her bed she set off to his quarters, saying hello to the other vanguards and citizens that passed every morning as part of her routine.

"Scipio wake up!" she pleaded, as she sat on the bed beside him nudging his arm. "We're going to miss breakfast!" Still it was no use, he was fast asleep and deaf as a fricken' doornail. Accepting that they would just have to eat later, she crawled into the bed with him. It had been about ten minutes and he began to shift in his sleep, turning his body forward..screaming, she leaped up punching him in the stomach. At her scream the deadbeat woke up suddenly, startled by the commotion.

She had been lying on the floor, cradling herself in a back and forth motion. It was nothing, it was just his.. His.. Pointer... His extremely hard pointer. Realizing that she panicked in front of him, she rose to feet and stared at the floor as he spoke "Ill be outside, get dressed, we are already missing breakfast." She gave him a nod and left his quarters, sitting on a bench as she released the clips holding her hair in place. Her blue hair flowing lightly at her sides, moving at the pace of the wind as she waited for him.

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Seriss Krahen

The sun was finally lighting the horizon, turning the edges of the surrounding clouds a burning gold and spilling light into her room and across the bed. Seriss preferred to rise after the sun, but the growing tension in the Sentinels’ Keep building up to their final tests made sleep a difficult thing to cling to. She was wide awake, despite her late night, and only the comfort warmth of her bed made her reluctant to get up. Seriss let out a resigned groan and stretched her stiff body.

She and her partner had trained most of the day before, flying the training course throughout the afternoon and into the early evening. She would have had them out there well into the night if they hadn’t been forced to retire due to some ‘surprise’ upgrades or something scheduled to be made to the course overnight.

With training concluding early she and had partner had separated to pursue solitary study. A couple of books and several leafs of paper sat beside a cold cup of teas on her bedside table. Her years in the Skyguard and access to their library had meant that Seriss hadn’t been without literary study, but she always preferred more hands-on-training. So her history studies often went neglected and she only ever bothered without a basic understanding of theory where something could be learnt through practical application. On the occasions when she did pick up a book it was usual for language study.

She’s grown up with Lorthusian languages, and had spoken Eirean with her mother, she’d learned the basics in some of the other kingdoms’ tongues mostly for the purpose of trade; and since joining the Skyguard she’d made some effort to extend that knowledge.

The floorboards were cold underfoot and Seriss willed a fire to life in the hearth as she crossed the room. She filled a shallow basin from a jug of water on table, and splashed her face and neck. The remaining water she took to the modest balcony and emptied on to a couple of potted herbs that she hadn’t yet killed. She did not have her mother’s gardening abilities to say the least.

Usually Seriss would go for a recreational flight in the morning, maybe hunt or at least harass some wildlife. But every sentinel and their vanguard– or at least, you know, two or three pairs – seemed to be about the skies this morning. Besides she still felt the pleasant pain of a hard day’s training from yesterday. Instead she decided she’d go down to one of the training rooms to loosen up and go through her one of her warm up patterns.

Seriss dressed in dark grey pants that came to mid-calf, and a sleeveless undershirt. Over this she wrapped a sleeveless burgundy tunic that fell to mid-thigh and was open at the front, held closed in place with a lash at her waist. Her Skyguard seal pinned onto the leather belt. She wrapped the body of her feet and her ankles with dark cloth, and put on leather wrist cuffs. Brushing her fingers through her hair, she dowsed the fire and headed out.

Kaeleb Balor

“Morning Asha.”

The young girl stumbled and Kael moved quickly to steady her and the large plate of food she was carrying out to the dining hall.
“Kaeleb!”
“Sorry, didn’t mean to startle you, pet,” he smiled brightly.
“I- I mean- you’re not meant to come into the kitchens,” the girl stammered.
“Well, technically, I’m not in the kitchens. I’m lurking in the hallway outside, looking handsome and startling sweet young girls.”
“And why is that?” Asha asked, frowning even as she blushed, knowing well enough to ignore the vanguard’s charms.
“I was looking for something sweet to eat before I start training this morning.”
Asdha’s eyes widened. “You- ”
Kael grinned, and plucked an apple of the tray she was bearing. “This will do nicely,” he bit into the fruit. The girl stared.
“You have a lovely morning, pet,” he cooed, giving her a wink, and sauntered of towards the training rooms with the pilfered apple.

Kael liked to eat before training in the mornings, it was important to get some sugar into your blood before doing any rigorous work. He finished the apple as he came into one of the combined training rooms. A small room of to the side house a small array of vanguard weapons, one wall opened into a landing platform for the sentinels. Kael unbuttoned his jerkin and slipped it off, laying it on a bench. He rolled up his shirt sleeves and loosened the strings at its neck, before selecting a sword from the wall. He tested its weight and gave it a swing, satisfied he turned to one of the training dummies. Mermin engineering, of course.

He practiced with the short swords, then the long. He switched to the achery targets and tossed a throwing axe with his usual fine skill, before deciding that he ought to work on his knife skills more. He confirmed again that he preferred the Lorthusian throwing knives to the Gal Nimese daggers. When the rising sun lit the room and he took a break to put out the braziers. Feeling warm, Kael pulled his shirt over his head and went to sit in the weapons room while he decided his next weapon. The long wooden spear was almost as tall as he was and part of its length was a sharp pointed steel head.
He returned to the main room but paused before the doorway. Seriss Krahen was on the mats practicing a form of Gal Nimese fighting stances. Each movement was slow, controlled, forceful yet fluid. Weight was shifted smoothly from one foot to the other as she concentrated on each form in the pattern. The calm discipline was a stark contrast to her usual disposition. He watched her a while, unnoticed and smirking.

Seriss Krahen


“I know you’re there,” Seriss called in an unamused voice as she continued with her pattern. She tried to remain focused on the rhythm of her breathing.

Out of the corner of her eye she saw him approach casually a spinning a spear around one hand. I’m just enjoying the view,” Balor replied innocently. Seriss growled. Finishing her pattern prematurely as he drew closer, she stood straight and smoothed her tunic.
“I see you’re wearing your lash for a change,” he commented, the corners of his mouth twisting up into a grin that was meant to rile her. She set her face for neutral disdain.
“We could be called to the Knight Masters at any time; I wear it for my partner’s convenience.”
“I’m sure he appreciates that.”
“He better.”
“My partner is late for training.”
“Probably hiding from your ugly mug. I pity her.”
“You wound me,” he said mockingly, placing a hand over his heart.
“You bore me,” she countered.
“Spar with me, little crow.” He spoke gently, his face softening.
Seriss arched an eyebrow sceptically, taking in his large shirtless, spear-wielding form. “Put a shirt shirt vanguard, and find someone else to play with. I’m getting some breakfast.” She turned to leave.

He reached for her, his hand closed around her wrist and she reacted. Her free hand went around his wrist as she twisted in his grip. She freed her hand and shoved her palm against his elbow, kicking into the meat of his back as his momentum brought him forward. She was satisfied when he gave a pained grunt and stumbled forward. Her smugness quickly vanished when he brought the wooden end of the spear swinging behind him as he went and smacked her on the back of the head with it.
Seriss dropped into a crouch, grabbing the back of her sore skull and shooting him a murderous glare. He turned, rubbing his sore elbow, “That all you got? Little crow.”

“Not by a long shot.” Seriss rose into a fighting stance, her eyes flashed briefly to the steel blade and then Balor’s easy smile. She’d wipe that grin off his face. She bared her teeth in something resembling a smile, “Come at me, scar face.”

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“Knight Master Callistan.”

The knight master started, surprised to suddenly find another beside him. A massive man strode alongside him, thickly knotted muscles moving with a fluid, predatory grace. He had not even realized that Feolan had joined him. The boy moved so silently, especially for a big lad like him, that he was often startling others with his presence. The knight master supposed he ought to be used to it by now though. Bah, it was early. Awareness was for a more decent hour of the morning.

“Yes, Feolan?”

“Our first assignment is coming up soon, and-“

“Feolan, you know I am not allowed to reveal anything about the assignment to you. You will have to just wait and see what mission has been chosen like all the other students."

"I know that. I meant to ask if..." Feolan dropped his voice, not wanting to be overheard by any other passing apprentices. "Are the other knights in my unit to know?"

Master Callistan stopped, regarding Feolan seriously. He glanced either way, assuring that the corridor was indeed empty.
"No. Not if it can be avoided. The decision of the Knight Masters still stands. Only the heads of our order know of your origins, and it is to remain that way."

"And if they should question my skills? Swordplay and archery may be staples of Skyguard Rock, but there are other skills that might be needed. Skills not held in high regard by noble knights."

Callistan stared hard at Feolan, jaw muscles clenching and unclenching as he weighed up the question. Feolan could see the distaste which with the knight treated the idea.

"Fine," the knight master sighed, smoothing down the front of his tunic. "Other skills may be needed. And if they are, I'm sure you will find some way to explain them. You are a creative young man. Eventually you will be able to tell your unit of your childhood, but you are all still too fresh. A careless slip of the tongue, and rumors may spread about a 'shinobi Dragon Knight'. The Togakureryu school would not be pleased to hear that you had lived and deserted them for another order."

"Then they have continued their expansion out of Gal Nim?"

"We believe so, yes. But regardless, rumors spread like wildfire. Merchants would carry this tale with them. The ruling class of Gal Nim would protest a shinobi in our order, and your old masters would see you as a liability.

"I am no shinobi. I left them as a child."

"Yes, but rumors would exaggerate the tale. Before we could do anything, half the realm would think a dread assassin was amongst our order. That cannot be allowed. You will not reveal your past. So long as it is in your power, this will be a secret. Is that understood?"

"Yes Knight Master."

"Good. Now go, I have a breakfast to attend to. There will be enough missives to stress me out today without worrying about child assassins."

Feolan watched the knight master stride away. He was a gruff old war-dog, but Feolan held nothing but respect and affection for the man. Ever since Feolan first arrived, he'd kept a special watch out for him, ensuring that he adapted well enough to the life of a knight. He worried about the assassins having ruined the boys concept of 'honour', but he could see his potential. He was the first one to treat Feolan with any kind of special consideration. He was eternally grateful for that.

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Arabella

The early morning sun was just beginning to let its warmth down upon the landing platforms as Arabella waltzed past. There were several early birds out for training before the assessments began, but still, the citadel was quieter than usual. The patrols must still be out. A shame. The head cook did not appreciate his food going cold.

She continued on towards the arena, the wind flicking her long raven hair out behind her. Amethyst eyes narrowed at the sight of the arena. Good. She was in the mood for smashing things. She waited for Feolan though, as she said she would, loitering in one of the citadels countless little alcoves. She sensed him approach long before she heard him. Which was just as well, because she did not, in fact, hear him at all.

"So? Was he as charming as usual?" What did he say? Have the others been told?

"Oh yes, almost as charming as yourself," he retorted. Nothing has changed. No one else knows.

"I aim to please. Speaking of which, I think it's high time we hit the arena already. The practice dummies haven't gotten their morning beatings yet. Poor things probably miss me." So we don't tell them?

"Ha, not as much as you miss them. I swear your aim hasn't gotten any better in all the time you've been here." No. Not if we can help it.

"Oh shuddup." If we can help it? That's definitely a loophole. I can't even help myself when I'm trying not to eat dessert. Hell, I take second servings of dessert. I definitely can't be helped. We can totally tell them.

The conversation continued like this as they made their way towards the arena, trading witty repartee's with tongue and private thoughts with mind. Maintaining the two lines of conversation simultaneously was nearly impossible at first, but by now they were masters of the art.

Once in the arena Feolan made a beeline towards for the archery targets, drawing from his back a new bow. His new pride and love, it was the most recent creation of his enchanting lessons. He had refused to let her see it, constantly putting it off as 'incomplete'. Now though was his first time really testing it out as a finished piece. She was interested in seeing what it could do. It was certainly big enough to be a powerful bloody bow.

She spotted someone slumped over on a bench. With a little laugh, she waltzed over, plopping down next to her.

"Feeling a little tired Faelwen?"

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“I don’t know, I’d guess that they are either just now waking up or going through morning training. Everyone is really anxious right now, you know?” Seph lowered her hand after a few moments of healing and wiped her brow, “There, best I can due for the moment, try not to move that arm for at least twenty minutes so the magic can do its work.” She warned as she took up the seat across from him and rocked it back onto its rear legs with a sigh, propping her head in the palm of her hand.

Azriel nodded dutifully as he looked up through the skylight, a common feature in buildings on the Rock, and spied another dragon flying against the backdrop of the blue sky. “Thanks.” He added.

“Next time don’t do something so stupid…” she chastised as she shot him a glare as if the whole situation was his fault before returning her gaze to Sid who was chuckling again. “What’s so funny?”

“You kids, you’re always like this, so care free and self-assured. It’s a good thing.” He assured as he began cleaning his counters, “So when is graduation for you kids?”

“Not sure” Az spoke up, “we’ve still yet to finish exams… and then there are our trials.”

“You still have an exam?” Seph asked with surprise.

He looked at her with a raised brow, “Yeah, I’ve got to pass my bladed weapon exam still, I told you that yesterday.”

“What? They are actually testing you on that? Isn’t that your best class?”

“Yeah, that’s why Professor Kayle is making me use a claymore for it. It’s my worst weapon, guess she figures it will be a good experience for me.” He added as he looked at his arm, “So I’m glad you fixed this up, I’d never have passed with a broken arm.”

“So have they summoned your year to the Masters yet?” the baker questioned.

Seph and Azriel took on a more somber demeanor then as Sephera spoke, “Yes and no.”

“What?”

“See most of the teams don’t get summoned until their trials are assigned, however the most veteran teams are called in beforehand to be given a special preliminary briefing.”

Sid was puzzled, “Most veteran teams?”

Az spoke next, “Yeah, see when you are in your final year some teams are selected before their trials to go out on missions with actual knights, often those teams are the top preforming duos or have a special skill set needed or something like that. Seph and I were called in yesterday to the Masters’ hall along with four other teams because we have been on two technical deployments already.”

“See those of us who have deployed before are instructed on some basic rules and then are assigned more teams with us to do the trials with.” Seph added.

“Ah, so you are the leaders of the trials then, right?”

“Well, not really,” she said as she peeled her banana, “we aren’t actually any higher ranked or given special orders or anything like that, though typically we do act as the defacto leaders of the trial teams, you know flying at the front of formations and such.” She explained before taking a bite.

The Baker rubbed his chin in thought, “If you’re not going to be real commanders though then why call you in?”

It was Az’s turn now and he shrugged innocently, “It’s complicated, but the gist is that the Masters want the most senior teams who have been in the field to be aware of their responsibilities to the others. Since we’ve been out there before we are expected to have a better appreciations for the outer world or something.” He let that sink in before continuing, “But we aren’t supposed to take direct command or something like that. The teams who form the squadrons pass or fail by their performances in the field as a collective group. So we aren’t really given any special rights or anything.”

“Well, except for the power of Veto.” Sephera corrected him.

“Veto? As in denial of a vote?” Sid questioned

“In a way… see normally it takes a three fourths vote for a squadron to abandon a mission if it becomes too dangerous or gets out of hand. But since the trials is a test and young members like us always have something to prove the Masters give the veteran teams a Veto…” he drew a finger across his neck in a gesture of finality, “If Sehpera and I agree that the mission has become too hazardous for our squadron we have the right to order everyone back to the Citadel, no questions.”

“Jeez, big responsibility.”

“Yeah,” Sephera said, “and it comes at a cost, if we exercise the right of Veto against the will of the others we pay a heavy price. The others will eventually be given another trial if this happens but if we use the veto then we have to face that fact. We’ll be expelled from the guard if the veto is abused. And even if used properly we have to wait three years to take another trial if we exercise it.”

“You two talk WAY too much!” came a booming voice from the doorway as two more people entered. One was a lithe man, much smaller than the other and wearing soft clothing with no visible metal upon it while the other was a massive man, coated in huge leather plates with two large halberds crossed on his back.

“Ah, the Vesbern brothers!” the baker announced, both of them waving in greeting to them.”

The smaller one approached first to the counter and Az noted that each of them was carrying a heavy pack, “Morning, Mr. Sid. How goes it.”

“Fine, thanks, what can I get ya?”

“I’ll take three of my usual, Sid.” The big guy said as he came up to the counter too. The smaller brother just chuckled and looked over at Azriel and Sephera and winked to Seph who just smiled and gave a small wave. After ordering they both approached their fellow Skyguard, “’Ello ‘Ello, what have we here?”

“Good to see you too, Rupert,” Azriel said as he greeted the large vanguard who almost slapped him on the shoulder but he managed to slide his chair back to avoid it, “Watch it! Seph just mended that arm.” He commented as he glanced over. Seph had stood up and was hugging the other Vesbern tightly, prompting an eyebrow raise from Az who whistled sharply, “Oi! You two, save it for later will ya?”

Seph turned to Azriel with an annoyed expression, “I can hug my boyfriend whenever the hell I want, thanks.” She have the young man a kiss just to prove her point before sticking her tongue out at her vanguard who just laughed along with the larger brother. The Vesberns were a rare bunch; it was rare enough for a family to have a Sentinel, let alone twins. Of course only once, hundreds of years ago, had there ever been two sentinel twins born at the same time. The Vesbern brothers were twins but only one was a Sentinel, the other joining the guard as a Vanguard when he’d turned of age. They were the highest ranked team in the academy, currently the best of the best, with over four deployments before their trial they were easily the most experienced as well. Rupert’s dual halberd style of combat was impressive and Azriel had to admit he had never managed to win against him in armed combat, while Jerome was the foremost student of the arcane able to perform a wide variety of combat spells well beyond that of the other Sentinels. Jerome was a powerful dragon too, being a strength type, and though he lost in races in combat the duo or unmatched, able to move and fight together better than anyone else in their year. All told it was unsurprising they were there to receive a pre briefing like Azriel and Sephera were.

“Careful, Jerome,” the brother called, “she’s claimed you as her property, next she’ll put a leash on you and parade you around town.”

“What a fine idea!” Seph mentioned.

Jerome spoke up, his hand at Seph’s waist, “How about we just go for one last walk or flight around town instead?”

“One last?”

Azriel was as interested as Rupert now. Those two had seemed a good couple, was Jerome about to drop the breakup bomb. Az had warned him if he hurt Sephera he’d had to chop him up into tiny bits. Would he have to follow through? Jerome just gestured to his backpack, “Didn’t you two notice?”

Both looked quizzically for a moment before Sephera spoke up in surprise, “You got your trial already?”

“Yep, called us in this morning before most of the dorms were even awake, there were three other teams waiting for us when we got to the Masters’ Hall.” Rupert explained.

“Where are you headed? Or can you not say?” Seph asked.

“Well, uh,” Jerome thought for a moment, no doubt determining if he should say or not but the worried look in Sephera’s eyes got to him, “It’s just a small hop into Kalium to retrieve some property of the Kalium family left over after the coup. The current government is finally allowing some of the more personal items of the family to be returned.”

“A lot of bad blood between the Guard and Kalium,” Az practically growled, “don’t let your guard down ever for a second.” He advised. Kalium was a place that few members of the Skyguard ventured in recent years. Ever since the military coup the Skyguard has been at best an unwelcome guest at their whim and at worst the Guard had to evacuate several teams form the nation when the Regime turned hostile. Typically only the most senior already oath bound Knights were sent into that nations. Finding out that the first team sent into that nation for a trial in twenty years was going to be led by the Vesberns was of little surprise to him. Azriel was glad it wasn’t him being sent there, he had a rather poor opinion of that nation since his father had told him about the coup, most in the High Guard had a low image of the Military Regime of Kalium.

Seph rubbed her upper arms as if stave off a chill that was in truth a sign of concern, “When…when do you leave?” she asked.

“Tomorrow morning.” Jerome answered with a solemn look to the floor, “It will take a few weeks to get everything situated, we probably won’t be back before you head off on your own trial.”

“Oh.” She said with clear disappointment.

Azriel couldn’t’ stand it any long as he rocked is chair back before springing to his feet with a stern expression, “Right! You two, get going.” He said, pointing to Seph and Jerome, Rupert nodding in the background. “You’ve got one more day, now go spend it wisely!” he demanded.

“Wha-but, uh, I, I mean, we’ve still got to prepare for the journey!” Jerome insisted but Rupert waved a finger at his brother.

“Now none of that, you two get going, I can handle the preparations by myself brother!”

Sephera shook her head, “We can’t make you do that, Rupert.”

“Oh just get going already!” Az demanded, “I’ll give Rupert a hand with the packing. My exam isn’t until later in the day so it will be fine.” It took a bit more to convince them but at last the two left the bakery, changing form and soaring away into the clouds together. Azriel sighed, “Jeez, they’re both stubborn as a dragon.”

“I think it’s an inherent trait for Sentinels.” Rupert proposed as they head into town to get the preparations going. It would be an uneventful day, as the two dragons went about the city having one more day together before the trials and the two Vanguards did all the heavy lifting. The Vesbern Brothers and company would leave the next morning with little delay, Jerome kissing Sephera goodbye tenderly before morphing and flying away with the others and his brother.

That would be the last they’d see of each other, for a long, long time.

OOC: Notes*: Okay, so as you may have guessed this is the point where I’ve set up a time skip. NO PLAYER IS IN THE GROUP THAT WAS CALLED THIS MORNING though you can make an NPC to interact with if you’d so like. As for the teams summoned earlier to be given a pre briefing unless you were SPECIFICALLY sent a PM about it by me do not be one such group. The purpose of that is so that we can drive the story and it will come up later. My next post will be a time skip forward to when the gang is summoned for their Trial. Please wrap up any first day or morning business soon. Thank you.

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Tiberius Saine

Tiberius felt himself slipping slightly as the white dragon under him gained speed in her dive. He tightened his grip; this was the only flaw with riding bareback, especially with a Sentinel like Lillian. He was fairly sure she sometimes forgot he was even there. He knew she'd catch him if he ever fell, and he was speaking from experience. From the rumble that came through the dragon he had a feeling she'd felt his slight slip, which was reinforced when she suddenly pulled up and unwrapped her wings. They were still fairly high, but Lillian glided easily, clearly wanting to enjoy the flight some more before they landed.

"C'mon," Tiberius said after a moment, "We do have to do more than just flying."

A discontented noise came from the dragon, though she increased the descent slightly. She always preferred being in the air, though he probably would to is he was so tiny as a human.

"I'm landing, do you really have to pick on me?" Lillian asked in that weird double voice all the Sentinels had. Tiberius grinned, knowing there was no way she could actually know he'd been thinking that.

"Yes," he answered, "Yes I do." Lillian huffed, and did a quick roll, but continued towards the ground.

Rommel Kaiser

Rommel ran down the passageway, grinning widely despite the bread sticking out of her mouth. She may or may not have slept in and therefore be running late for her training session. She didn't doubt her Vanguard would have found something to do with his time, probably bothering someone else. Poor person.

She was getting close to the training room when she noticed another figure and her grin widened. Pulling her slice of bread out of her mouth and swallowing some of it she picked up her pace a bit.

"Lukai!" she called, making him look up towards her, a grin taking over his face as well, "What are you up to?"

"Heading to training," he answered easily as she fell into step with him, he glanced over her and chuckled, "You're late again, aren't you?"

"Maybe a little," Rommel shrugged, making Lukai laugh as he opened the door to the training room.

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Lillian landed gently near one of the training rooms, allowing Tiberius to climb off her back before she started the transformation back to her human form. Tiberius stood off to the side, waiting for the bright light to fade. When it did Lillian stepped out, looking all the smaller standing next to her Vanguards large frame. He smirked down at her, as he typically did and she sighed, following him as he started towards the training room.

"Wonder who else is in at the moment," Tiberius said, pushing the door open. Lillian peered around him as he paused in the doorway. There were two people sparring in the center of the room; Kaeleb and Seriss. Tiberius gave a little snort before continuing into the room.

"She's wearing her lash," Lillian noted as she watched them.
"So?" Tiberius asked, "Most of the Sentinels do."
"I know," Lillian answered, making a bit of a face. She wasn't overly fond of her lash, though she did wear it sometimes if she or Tiberius thought it was necessary. She watched the two spar as Tiberius went to look in to weapon room.

Lukai Thanross

Lukai pushed the door open to find Kaeleb and Seriss sparring. Which wasn't odd in itself, though the pair did seem to annoy each other. We chatted amiably with Rommel as they entered the room, keeping their eyes on the sparring pair. He chuckled as he watched them, he couldn't help it.

"So, Kael, is it really necessary to flirt with her while she's trying to beat you up?" he asked, "Just, it makes you come off a tad..."
"Desperate," Rommel offered helpfully, voice clearly amused.
"Well, I was going to go with masochistic," Lukai shrugged, "But that works to I suppose."

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Truly, Salazar didn’t have to ask. He knew—he usually did. It helped that their training schedule was so clockwork that you could measure the accuracy of an hourglass by it. Honestly, he really thought that Faelwen needed to learn to be more spontaneous, but he supposed it wasn’t really any of his business. He was her Sentinel, not her mother, thank the gods for that. Trying to imagine himself with children was kind of like trying to imagine Eshe Summersong laughing—it simply didn’t compute. He would know; he’d tried to make her laugh, but even her partner could only occasionally coax a smile out of her, and nobody had ever managed any more than that. Hence her Salazar-bestowed nickname: the Ice Princess.

He wasn’t sure what Sunshine’s issue with the pancakes was; he happened to think they were pretty delicious. Then again, he tended to eat pretty much anything and a lot of it. Unfortunately, her discontent with the meal just meant that they had to get to training sooner, and that wasn’t anywhere near as fun as eating. Oh well—honestly, the sacrifices he made for the woman were astounding. She wore a full suit of metal armor—a full suit!—and he said not a word about it, trusting her to wrap the metal in enough leather to not make him ill. And he didn’t even like his lash, but he wore it because it made the whole thing safer and more comfortable for her. Really. You’d think that would earn him some consideration, but you would be wrong, apparently.

Sighing, he took his time taking care of his dishes, and followed his partner out at something of a delayed pace. It wasn't that he was genuinely upset about any of that-- he was far too relaxed and easygoing a fellow to get upset over the trivialities of life. Fretting was just a waste of time. The guards certainly recognized him, and let him pass without comment, whereupon he spotted Faelwen on a bench, apparently trying to catch some z’s, as he thought the expression went. Next to her was Arabella, which meant that the formidable Feolan was… ah yes, there he was, near the archery targets.

“Bluebell!” he called pleasantly, sauntering up to the two women with a grin. His name for Arabella was derivative on both her actual name and the odd indigo hue of her eyes. It helped that a bluebell was a flower native to this region as well, of course—Salazar liked things that were interesting or appropriate on more than one level. “How does the morning find you?” He was a social creature, Salazar, and furthermore, Faelwen looked like she could really use whatever rest she was getting. Maybe that meant they wouldn’t have to train too much this morning. It was shaping up to be a beautiful morning, and there were so many better ways to spend it…



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It seemed her partner was not in the mood to race this morning, and Eshe cocked her head to the side. “Perhaps another time, Lowa,” she offered gently, trying to reassure the girl that no offense was meant. Kirill had rough edges, ones that she was perfectly fine and content with, but Eshe knew that other people were often more sensitive than she was. So while she never spoke for her partner without his express permission, she did occasionally smooth things over, when she deemed it needful.

Kirill retook his human form, and Eshe nodded shortly, indicating that she was ready to begin. “Magic first, perhaps?” She tilted her head to one side. She was more talented with it than the average Vanguard, a unique property of her heritage, but that did not mean she was anywhere near the level of a Sentinel. Usually, this kind of practice was a simple matter, but a vital one: Kirill would level his considerable magic at her, and she would provide a durable, moving target, launching her own spells in return often enough that he could not become comfortable or fall into patterns in his attacks. It was a fair bit more brutal than ordinary sparring, but they could and did handle it. Where others might have grown to resent being pummeled at by their closest ally in such a way, it only made them stronger, forged their bond of alliance and friendship into something true and enduring.

Rolling her shoulders, Eshe backed up a couple of steps, light on her feet as always. They picked a part of the field currently unoccupied by anyone else’s practice, as they did not desire that anyone be caught in their crossfire. Brutal this might be, but they were careful about the safety of others, even if they didn’t seem to show much regard for their own. The first spell came, and Eshe threw herself into a roll, back up on the balls of her feet in the blink of an eye. And just like that, they were off, the clash of spells and creative maneuvers only half the battle, as he was also trying to gain entrance to her mind, as a hostile telepath might. The effort of blocking both the mental and the physical assault was not an easy one, but Eshe was not a weak woman, and he would not find her a simple target at all.

Besides, after this, they fought hand-to-hand, and they were both quite good at that as well. She would never dream of pulling steel on Kirill, so she’d grown adept in these arts for his sake as well as her own. Her weapons training was something she conducted alone, or with a partner when possible. Feolan moved in a similar liquid way to the one she’d been taught, and so sometimes she asked him, as she felt that she gained quite a lot from those sessions in particular, the ones where she could not only fight an opponent, but truly learn from them. Fighting a fully-armored knight was useful, but it didn’t give her much to incorporate into her own style, after all.

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After hours of training, both sisters had been effectively warn out...

Say slowly pulled back the string of her bow for what felt like the millionth time. It took the strain of every muscle in upper body to even gather the strength to pull back the string. And physically letting it go caused her pain. For the past hours she had repeated the same pattern of notching an arrow in her fingertips, pulling the string back, aiming the arrow head for its target, and releasing... Though through the hundreds of arrows she had loosed her aim had been getting better and better, her muscles could no longer take the strain of pulling. This was the last arrow for the day...

Just like before, she took her time aiming the arrow. But just as she was loosing the arrow, she felt a churning, gut burning pain in her stomach; causing her to curl at the midsection while loosing. Grunting she loosed the arrow, on an unintended course, off the ledge of the platform completely. Shit... She uttered to herself as she stood back up and took a moment to realize what had hit her: Hunger. An enemy that no amount of training could cure, and no magic could fix. Only food would help. Standing back up straight, she walked over to the table where she had first gotten the bow and rested it on it, along with the rest of the arrows and her quill. Sighing she walked away from the archery targets, trying to locate her sister: Her way down to the city below.

Lowa herself had completely spent herself. Panting like a rabid dog, or dragon in this case, Lowa had sprawled out in the cold, still wet, grass of the training fields. Their, lying on her back upside down with her tongue hanging out of her mouth and on her own face, she began to relax. For the past hours she had pushed herself to her limits, and beyond. After being blown off by both Eshe and her partner, Lowa had raced herself around the skies of the Citadel. Even though every muscle in her body burnt, she had enjoyed it deep down inside... The liked the feeling of pushing past her breaking point.

In the wet grass she had begun to fall asleep... until the flat of her sister's foot on her head forced her to open her massive plate-sized eye to look at her sister. "Get up..." Say stated in between pants to her dragon. "It's time to eat..." Eat...? Lowa thought to herself. But... I'm not even- Before she could finish the thought she felt her stomach churn over itself, grinding and groaning for her to get some food. Maybe I am... she thought as she slowly rolled over to her left side to get back on her feed. Shaking the grass off of herself, she took a moment to stretch out and lower her wing for her sister to climb up.

Slowly stepping up the wing of her sister, Say reached her hand down to her sister's back where her saddle should have gone. Whispering a few words to herself, her crystal amulet began to glow. From where the saddle should have been, grew an actual saddle. Made completely out of the same material as herself and Lowa, there was no metal to possibly hurt Lowa in flight. Even Say's sword was carried on her back to prevent Lowa from being hurt in any way.

Throwing herself into the leaf-saddle, she hooked her feet into the vine holsters and smiled a little. She loved this feeling, being one with her sister. Even though she pushed Lowa to her max so that she could be her best, she loved Lowa more than anyone in the world... and Lowa felt the same way. She knew that Say could sometimes be a hardass, but knew that Say loved her and only wanted to make her the best sentinel the Skyguard had ever seen.

Turning herself to the edge of the Citadel, Lowa slowly spread her still slightly sore wings and pushed off the edge, allowing herself and Say to fall right off the edge. Gripping her sister's saddle tight, and holding part of Lowa's long hair with one hand and the saddle with the other, the pair went into a free-fall of the edge. Allowing them to pick up speed in the fall, Lowa kept her wings tight to herself, almost around Say to keep her safe. Though Say had NEVER fallen off the back of her, Lowa always wanted to keep her big sister safe.

Say loved this: the feeling of falling. Though it wasn't as magical as the feeling of flight, it was sure up there. The feeling of her bones in the saddle weighing nothing felt amazing to her. Slowly she let go of her sister's reins, raising her hands up to her sides as her hair flew in the wind. Finally, for the first time in days, Say let a smile creep across her face. A true smile. A smile of happiness and joy. But she had to quickly wake herself up, and grab the reins again to signal Lowa to pull up before they got too low to the ground. Flicking the reins 3 times, Lowa began to turn herself forward, opening her wings only slightly to catch some air so they began to fall at an angle. After letting herself level out a little, she quickly let her wings out from her body, allowing them to fill with air and catch their fall. Pushing them down as hard as she could, Lowa pushed against the air current to slow them down.

Now they had gotten close to the town below, and it was time for the both of them to make a critical choice... where to eat? But this wasn't actually a question to either of them. There was only one place the sisters ever went when they felt they deserved to... Sids. The greatest baker, perhaps, in the entirety of the world. Tarts, breads, rolls, and butter... Gods if there was a single thing Sid knew how to do, it was butter. Anything from Sid's, the sisters knew, would leave them fat and happy. Patting her sister two times, Say let her know to head for Sid's.

Lowa had approved, completely, with her sister's choice. She, too, loved Sid's bakery more than anything in the world. But it wasn't just the food she loved. She loved everything about Sid's. The smell, the atmosphere, the people, and even Sid himself. Sid had been one of the nicest people in the world to the two. Lowa felt like Sid was more than just a baker, he was a Craftsmen himself. His sweet smile, his calm tone of voice, his swift hands able to create anything from bread. There was no one in the world that Lowa liked more.

Finally gliding through the city, Lowa found a nice stretch of empty street near Sid's that was perfect for landing. The hardest part of landing, was landing in the street... With city buildings around, the air Lowa's wings would push would be reflected and put back into their sails; which made landing in a street an exact science. After carefully landing inside the canopy of the city, Lowa lowered her wing down to let Say climb down before turning back to her human form. Just as quickly as she had transformed, she reformed into her normal look: Her long black Skyguard jacket, hate, and hide-skirt with her long pure white hair hanging visible on her back.

After a few moments of finding themselves, they began to navigate towards Sid's. Finally finding their way their way to the door of Sid's, they found themselves starring up at the massive mountain of flesh and muscle they called Rupert, walking out the door with his partner. Say and Rupert had met a few times sparing, but had never really talked... and they weren't going to start now. Simply moving out of him and his partner's way, they simply pretended not to notice them.

But once inside, there was no turning away from the face's of the two people Say couldn't stand to be around... the vanguard Azriel and his sentinel Sephera. Now, Sephera was someone Say could like. She was very polite, and soft spoken, much like herself. She was even very sweet at times. But Azriel... was someone she couldn't like.

While Azriel had never been rude to Say or Lowa, Say didn't like him. Mind you, there is a deference between "like" and "respect". Without a doubt Say respected the hell out of Azriel for his combat skills and his leadership skills, but there was an air about him she couldn't agree with. He always acted like everyone was under his thumb... (almost as if he was the GM or something...) Like it was his right to be the top of the class. But for as long as Say had known him he had never done anything to provoke her, and she hoped it would stay that way. But... deep inside... something inside her liked Azriel: The way he looked and how he acted. As if it was a challenge to her. A challenge she would like to "test" herself on...

As is most often the case Lowa, on the other hand, carried a completely different outlook on them. Sephera was one of the only people in the world Lowa wished she could be as beautiful as: Her hair was as blonde as gold which was always something Lowa loved about her. And the way she carried herself, even in her dragon form. She thought Sephera was simply beautiful all around. But Azreil was a whole different kind of animal. While Say might have had a small secretive admired on him, like most girls of the Skyguard did, she flat out crushed for him. Everything about him was a slight turn on for Lowa: From the way he acted to the way he dressed. Even the way he carried a sword could make any girl bothered and hot.

Say tilted her head at the sight of the two, asking herself what they were doing here. Well, not really. They were most likely getting food just like them. But she wondered why they were here at this moment, the same time as them. Lowa's eyes widened as she spotted Azriel, and her cheeks dashed red. Trying to hide this, she covered her face with her black hat a little bit and even tried to hide behind her sister.

Say had shrugged off the question and walked forward through the door, with her sister behind her. "Well... Isn't this rare." She asked with a little chuckle. "First those two outside, and now you two. Never knew Sid's was such a popular place for Skyguard..."

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Arabella glanced over, eyes lighting up at the sight of Salazar waltzing towards here. She stepped forth to meet him, her body pressing close against his. Her arms draped themselves around his neck. She could see the flicker of surprise as her face neared his. "Why hello, my desert scrub," she whispered teasingly. "My morning is all the better for seeing you... in fact..." Her arms slowly moved down, resting her hands against his chest. A mischievous smile spread across her face. "You might be just the Sentinel I've been looking for..."

Suddenly, her hand clutched tightly at his shirt, and she whirled away, dragging Salazar with her towards the center of the arena's training fields.

"C'mon lazy, I need someone to train with! I haven't had a good spar with another dragon in far too long! Besides, Feolan's busy trying out a new toy of his."


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Feolan held his new bow carefully, taking every care with it. Not that it was particularly fragile, but so what, he was allowed to be a bit precious about his creations.

He set down his quiver full of arrows, and nocked one to the bow. He let out a huff of breath. Alright. Here goes.

It took some effort to draw the arrow back to its full extent, even for one as strong as him. He lined up the arrow, sighting down the bow carefully. "Come now Warodan," he crooned, "Sing for me." The bow tensed up slightly. The small, silver-set diamond on it's front glowed with a dim warmth. He ensured the arrow was lined up, then released.

With a cry, the arrow launched itself from the bow. It buried itself dead in the center of the target, 300 yards away. There was a faintly metallic smell in the air, almost like when Sentinels cast lightning magics. Feolan whistled. Well... that worked pretty well.

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"Scipio wake up!", A small grunt escaped him at the loud noise, flowed by a frown at the nudge "We're going to miss breakfast!"

Good, that's fine...He mumbled in his head, wishing the pestering little imp away so he could sleep more into the morning. Blearily he felt the bed dip but he didn't pay much mind into as he began to drift off once again....until he awoke to a terrifying scream. Scipio lurched forward only to be punched in the stomach, forcing him to fall back against the bed with a groan of pain.

"Ill be outside, get dressed, we are already missing breakfast." Scipio opened his eyes, staring at his partner blearily before he pieced everything together. Silveria nodded at him and slipped out of the room just as a small blush spread across his face. He hated when she woke him up, because it usually ended in some sort of awkward situation between the fighting pair.

Scipio leapt out of bed and went to his small dresser, pulling on some dark leather pants which he tucked into his black knee high boots. Digging through his dirty laundry, Scipio produced a loose white linen short that hung down low on his collar. He pulled it on, tucking it in haphazardly before strapping his belt and sword around his waist. Not bothering to check his appearance, he ran a hand through his bed head and stepped out into the hallway.

He smiled at Silveria, rubbing the back of his head sheepishly.

"Sorry about that Silv, you think we can still make it for breakfast?" He asked the Sentinel, stepping towards her to offer a hand up from her seated position.





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Kirill nodded in agreement to a magic battle, wishing to practice a bit more with his skills before the trials that were coming up. He stepped away from her, already bouncing lightly on his feet.

While he was already exceptionally skilled in magic control, he knew he needed to practice on aiming a moving target, especially if he was to hit one while flying in dragon form. Somehow, Eshe and Kirill understood what the other needed in terms of practice and could confiscate for the others needs. While they fought as if they were against a real opponent, they were still aware of how to give and pull with the partner. Kirill would have hated a soft partner...instead he had been assigned a girl that was equally as cunning and powerful as him.

A cheshire like grin spread across his face as he recognized her equally excited posture, if not a little more reserved. He chuckled, eyeing her movements as they got into place like a cat stalking his opponent.

The first spell was an onslaught on dagger like ice that flew from his hand on command. He shot them at his partner without a thought, aiming for her head. She dodged, terrifically so, but Kirill conditioned his attack.

While avoiding her various physical and magical attacks, Kirill is also focusing his Mind Snare attack on digging into her very being, worming himself into her self control and personal thoughts. She's used to it by now, but still it causes her to think about protecting her own mind from him as well as avoiding his physical attacks.

Kirill won their battle of magic, as expected of a Sentinel. Eshe is a powerful magician, even landed a powerful blow on her partner from her Mirage spell when he was not able to focus on all copies of herself. But in the end, he was able to lock her feet in a block of ice and tackle her to the ground, effectively ending their spare.

They continued on to hand-to-hand combat and like most Sentinel and Vanguard pairs, Eshe excelled in. While Kirill was good, he was not smooth and perfectly water-like as his partner, mostly because he was far more used to fighting as a dragon then a human. Kirill enjoyed being able to see Eshe in her natural state, her moments of pure tranquility as she moved with a blade (covered with leather of course to avoid burning him with the metal). He dodged, ducked, and slid past her weapon, but everyonce and a while it thunked painfully against his body, reminding him just how good of a partner he had.

Soon they came to a stop, he was breathing heavily and he could tell Eshe was growing weary as well. Of course, with a covered blade they could continue for hours, but it was obvious whom the better swordsman was. Kirill grinned at his partner, alighted and filled with adrenaline after their sparring matches. He was glad to have a Vanguard as powerful and beautiful as Eshe was, more then glad....he felt blessed to be able to ride the skies with her. Kirill slipped back into her mind, instantly being welcomed in her thoughts as if he was meant to be there.

Shall we head to breakfast then? He questioned along with sending a warming, loving aura between their telepathic connection.

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Hearing Salazar's voice, Faelwen sat up rubbing her temples. Her focus was on Arabelle "No, no. Just got bored waiting for this one." She playfully pointed to Salazar. Her head was throbbing, and training seemed as if it would prove to be rather difficult.

Nevertheless..

Recollecting herself, she shot Salazar a look "Ready? After all.. you can never be too prepared." Knowing that he was fully capable of providing her with a hundred and one things he would rather be doing she grabbed her weapons and headed down the trail to where her locker was. Inside lay her metal armor with leather coverings to protect him. Putting on her gear she looked at the mirror, she was beginning to develop bags beneath her eyelids and her eyes possessed a hint of red in them from strain. There was only so much excuses, and things she could do to further cover her issue before it became inevitable. After all, if there was someone she could trust about her lack of sleep, it was her partner, but then again she didn't want him to see her vulnerable. She had a reputation to uphold.

Sliding her sword into it's spot of her armor she patiently awaited for Salazar to switch his form. Today, they would soar the skies..

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She reached up for his hand as he helped her up. "Thanks, erm we'll make it in time." she replied with a smile, before walking quickly with hopes that he could keep up.

Silently she promised herself that one, she would never sleep in his bed again, and two, never will she bring up what had just happened. If only she hadn't been so careless, she could have spared them both the embarrassment. "Pio, are we training today? After breakfast and all. I wanna get my feet wet." she asked as they had just reached the entrance of the dining hall, packed as it was she managed to save two trays for them, handing one to Scipio. The downfall of being a water dragon was that she couldn't always be in the water, and she longed for it. The water was her primary home, walking on the ground just felt.. abnormal.

For breakfast they were served pancakes, smiling towards the woman she politely said her "Thank you's" and respectfully said her "No thank you's." As she waited on Scipio she looked around for a seat, it was extremely full.The early birds had long since left, and now all the late bloomers were crowding around attempting to cram in their meal. Seeing that seating was close to none she met Scipio by the door.

"We should eat by the water." she offered.

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Morning sparring was one of Eshe’s favorite things. She knew, in a way, that she took her training a little too seriously. It wasn’t just the physical stuff, either; she absorbed battle tactics and history and lore and even mathematics with the same zeal and verve, though of course she’d never been very expressive, and so her enthusiasm was manifested not in her words, but in her results. She made no proclamations of loyalty to the Skyguard or her few close friends or Kirill, but her actions left little doubt as to its evidence.

But there was something uniquely meditative about battle that she did not gain from her other lessons. It was a chance to be in constant motion, thought flowing together with instinct in a single stream of action and reaction. She felt no pressure to speak or express or be anything in particular, and that was a gift she understood as only those who had felt such pressure could. On the battlefield, everyone was the same: everyone fought for their lives with the resources available to them, and though some held back ‘dirty’ tactics for fear of dishonor, everyone gave all they had to give. If they didn’t, they died, and it was just that simple.

Simple was underrated, she thought, and it was a virtue she tried to incorporate into her life as much as possible. Her manner of dress was simple, as was her manner of speaking, when she felt the need. Her emotions were generally relatively uncomplicated and straightforward. She endeavored to keep herself free of angst and agonizing or worry, and though there was one very large secret that she kept studiously from everyone she could, even Kirill, she was otherwise free of them. She didn’t lie, because lies made things complicated as well.

Here, though, putting her steps in tandem to the vital heartbeat in her chest, striking with rhythm and precision and grace, things were the simplest of all. When she at last put Kirill down with a flurry of quick strikes and acrobatic kicks, she offered him both her hand and their accustomed telepathic bond, shaking her head lightly at what filtered through it. He was much more emotive than she was, and half the time, she didn’t really understand it. But it was just the way he was, and she accepted that easily. One would not think of a person like him as warm, but there it was. Warm and surprisingly friendly when the mood struck him right.

Breakfast sounds like a good idea, she replied, and sheathed the blade she’d been practicing with. I wonder when they’ll call us up for the trial? The two of them had flown on several missions with full Skyguard officers before, and it was hardly a surprise when they were selected for the Veto. An honor, but one that they had both worked hard enough to deserve. She knew the others that had earned it was well: her close friend Azriel and his kind partner Seph among them. It was a formidable group, all told, and she allowed herself to have confidence that they would all succeed without the arrogance that they wouldn’t have to work for it.

The mess hall was a bit empty at this point—most of those that ate first were already gone and those that ate after training would only just be arriving, so the lines were short. Eshe managed to finagle herself a waffle, a delightful concoction that she’d enjoyed since childhood, and slathered it in berries and rich syrup. She wasn’t the kind of person who worried about her figure—with this much training, you needed to get enough energy into your system anyway. She sat down across from her partner and dug in—no need to worry when you could conduct conversations entirely in thought.



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Salazar looked mildly nonplussed at Arabella’s response—though his left eyebrow did arch elegantly up his brow at the bodily contact. “Is that so?” he replied, a teasing lilt to his voice. He wound one strand of her dark hair around his finger and gave a gentle tug. A strange game she was playing at this moment, but then he was rather partial to it himself. He knew the steps, and when her hands slid along his chest, he almost shook his head. Laying it on a little thick there, Bluebell, he thought wryly.

Sure enough, she wanted something from him (didn’t everyone?) and he found himself being unceremoniously hauled onto the practice field, an action he allowed more from amusement than any superior exercise of strength on her part. “Why is it that all the women in my life want me to fight them?” he asked rhetorically, mirth dancing in his light blue eyes. “Hasn’t anyone figured out that I’m much more a lover than a fighter?” Not exactly true, actually, but he wasn’t going to go into the technical details of his disposition when he could jest instead.

Faelwen reappeared then, having gone to pad her armor as necessary, and now it seemed he was wanted for more things than he could properly even do, but a solution came to mind readily enough. “Yes, yes, all right, fine. But since she—” he indicated his partner— “is clearly dressed for flying, we’re doing this in the air.” Jogging a large number of paces back from the women, Salazar reached inwards, pulling at the ropes and roots of his magic. For most people, they were threads. Not so for Sentinels, and even less for him. Using magic was as simple as breathing, and his control over it was so fine that he actually had mastery of his own process of transformation, down to the details.

His skin, already darker than average, slowly took on the hue of shadow itself, a deep, fathomless black. The light of the morning sun reflected in shades of blue off the scales that overtook his still-human body thereafter, and the leatherlike wings erupted from his shoulderblades even as he grew taller, claws sprouting from his hands and feet and massive, curled horns from his head when his limbs elongated, bent, and twisted. He shot from a slightly-taller-than-average man to a massive dragon in about ten seconds all told, and there was something almost artistic about the transformation. His eyes flashed last, losing their sky-blue tinge and being replaced by liquid gold.

Double-checking that his lash was in place, he lowered his head enough to properly see Faelwen, then gingerly took hold of her around the middle, choosing to believe that she had adequately accounted for this possibility in protecting her garments. With surprising care, he deposited her at the juncture of his neck and shoulders, where his lash was. “Well?” he inquired of Arabella, his voice in this form still slightly accented, but smooth like dark silk and with some odd reverberation in it. “Shall we fly?” He knew without needed to ask that this was what Faelwen had intended them to do, and aerial combat practice would only add a random and dangerous element to their usual regimen, something he doubted she would object to.

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Gently reaching for his lash she couldn't help but roll her eyes. Yes, do flirt with each other because no, I am not standing here at all, I mean forget common courtesy. Biting her lip she looked towards Arabella then at Salazar, a slight tinge of jealousy began to initiate within Faelwen's core. It bothered her that all she really ever thought of doing was training, in fact, she couldn't think of the last time she went out of her daily normalities to do something for her partner, hell, she could barely sleep but yet another vanguard of no relation that she knew of, appeared to connect with him quicker than she ever did. Then again, surely they were both flirts and careless, two of a few qualities to name that she just didn't have.

Letting out a sigh she bit her lower lip, she truly did not want to be in the middle of their affair. It would make her sick to her stomach for sure, but she couldn't turn back. It would probably cause unnecessary commotion, which she truly wanted to avoid at this point. Suck it up, tired or not.. Forcing a smile, she gazed towards Arabella "Well then, I trust that you're ready to go?" she asked, halfheartedly, still very confused by the strange anger she began to feel, knowing all to well why she felt that way.

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Arabella couldn't help but laugh at Salazar's jest. He was almost as incorrigible as... well, she was. "Oh, a lover are you? Well I'm afraid I don't need any practice at that. Although, I would love to wallop on you for a bit." Fighting in the air certainly wouldn't be giving her any advantage, as she was perhaps the largest, slowest dragon currently training to become a skyguard knight, and was most dangerous when the opponent couldn't run. Still, it would be better practice.A real Sentinel dragon fight would most likely be in the air.

Feolan, Faelwen and Salazar want to do a little air-borne sparring. Put down the toy and get over here. She saw him glance over before picking up his bow and quiver, strapping both to his back. It's hardly a toy. She looked at him quizzically. "Bringing the bow with you? Won't the arrows just fall out if we turn upside down?"

"Master Callistan's new quiver enchantment. You have to tug on the arrows a little more, but it stops 'em falling out when sparring without needing a cover. It's a bit of a pain normally, but it actually makes them usable mid-fight. He's still testing them out, but he'd probably give you one if you asked him Faelwen." He gestured towards her when he said this, and couldn't help but notice her forced smile. Arabella, however, was clueless as to her half-halfheartedness.

"All ready here!" Arabella proclaimed, beaming at Faelwen. A Cheshire-cat grin spread across her face, teeth sharpening insidiously as her jaw warped and elongated. Crack! Her spine elongated suddenly. Claws burst from her rapidly extending arms, and her neck elongated outwards. Iridescent violet scales erupted from under her skin, and wings of expanding bone and sinew twisted their way out of her back. Her transformation was not one of the more elegant ones, but that was alright. Neither was her dragon form.

Feolan leapt up nimbly, using the legs of the saddle to haul himself into his seat. "We don't have to do this if you're not into it Faelwen," he called out. "I'm always happy to practice swordplay."

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Scipio caught up to Silveria quickly, keeping up in step beside her as they made their way to the mess hall. He kept quiet, walking next to her in a leisurely fashion. He was content to just be with the blue haired girl at his side and if he had to be completely honest....he was still in a slightly sleepy state that made him a little less talkative and jovial then normal. He slept, a lot, something that Silveria constantly badgered him about, but he could't help it. After a good meal he would snap out of his drowsy state and turn back into the happy and carefree guy he usually was to everyone.

"Pio, are we training today? After breakfast and all. I wanna get my feet wet." Scipio blinked and looked down at her, the small smile that was always in place becoming a tinny bit wider at the idea. They usually spent any free time they had in the water and today would be no exception.

He nodded, following after her into the line for food, "Of course! Maybe we can go for a swim...or you can shift and we can try out some more water techniques in the depths"

Scipio slid is tray along the counter, filling up his plate with a good meal of eggs, waffles, a healthy serving of vegetables, and a few pieces of bacon and toast. He always ate a good amount, thought breakfast was his favorite meal of the day. He snagged a glass of orange juice as the passed the drinks, then followed Silveria.

He was about to question why they did not try and locate a table, when Silveria spoke up, "We should eat by the water." She offered and he grinned at the idea.

"Perfect Silv! Then we can finish up and dive straight into a morning swim" He laughed at her, then walked past her towards the door for the courtyard. He opened it up for his partner, allowing her to pass by first before following her down the short path to the waters edge below. Once at the bank that dropped into the small lake, Scipio settled himself on the grass and set his tray on his lap. He smiled up at Silveria, patting the spot next to him before shoving a buttered piece of toast in his mouth and chewing happily.

"Anymqthin' speas'fic ya wanw'ta try taghday?" He mumbled around the toast, then swallowed and removed the bread from his mouth, "Sorry, anything specific you want to try out today?"





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At Eshe's affirmation of breakfast, Kirill offered her one of his kind, rare smiles. He kept those looks reserved for his partner, truly the only living being he respected or loved in anyway. As he thought of when the trial would be, he also let his mid drift towards the coming future. They both knew from their missions with the true Skyguard that their trials were coming soon. if not today or tomorrow. Kirill could care less that they had been chosen for the Veto, although he knew he was supposed to treat it as a honor. He did not see himself as a leader and hated the thought of having to choose whether the group would be safe or not. A mental shiver passed through him at the thought, as he immensely detested the idea of responsibility, especially for others lives. Eshe on the other hand....he knew she would make the right decision if the time came. He trusted her opinion, trusted her whole heartedly, so he was not too to worried of having to deal with a Veto if the time we're to come. Now, if the situation at hand presented a choice between Eshe's safety or not....he might have a few choice words to say.

Not sure He answered back with a mental shrug as they both turned in a synchronized motion for the cafeteria. He walked at her side, hands in the pockets of his loose pants. While both Eshe and Kirill had the same pale complexions and white hair, Kirill still stood taller then her. Kirill enjoyed picking fun at her smaller stature, if only to get a rise out of his fairly stoic partner. Despite her reserved personality, Kirill was quiet good at picking out her emotions. She hide herself well, but even without the mental connection he had grown to know her facial expressions...as minute as the change between angry and content was, he was able to pick up on the changes. He did not care much for anything other then her, flying, and the purity of white....which in many occasions all three of those things adjoined as one.

Kirill was content with the mostly empty cafeteria. He glanced around at the various occupants, happy that he did not have to deal with the screaming and yelling that usually seemed to echo from this overly large room. He followed behind Eshe silently, spooning a hefty pile of sausages, ham, and bacon. He gave the vegetables a grimace as he passed over them, disgusted at the mere sight of the green rabbit food. He preferred a hearty meal of meat, any meat will do. Happy with his meal, he followed the his pale partner to their seats and folded himself into the seat across from her, instantly digging into his meal with zealous.

Any thoughts on the rest of the day? He asked mentally with a mouthful of ham, glancing up at her with a raised brow while he swallowed his massive bight.

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“Come at me, scar face.”

Kael liked to think she meant it affectionately when she said that. Few people were so blunt about it. She looked determined and angry but Kael recognised the look in her eyes. His little crow relished any opportunity to beat him up, or anyone really, he just happened to be her more regular punching bag.

They both stood at the ready, each waiting for the other to make a move. Kael threw his arms forwards, feigning attack. Only sign that Seriss fell for the ruse was a tensing her limbs; he smiled and she bared her teeth at him. For a moment each of them remained still. Then he took a step and Seriss shifted to follow the movement. He launched forward, stabbing towards her heart; as predicted she side-stepped the feint and batted at the spear, hitting only the wooden shaft and not the pointed steel head. He brought the spear around swinging blunt wooden end into her ribs even as she moved into the hit, dodging the initial assault. She took the impact on her leather-clad forearm at the last moment, grimaced, then threw herself back into the fight.
They continued this way for a while, a dangerous dance in which they reflected each other’s movements with their attacks. In hand to hand combat her skills were undeniably greater, but he had a size and strength advantage over her. Plus he had the spear.

The steel head sliced through the air as Seriss ducked and weaved, striking under his guard before retreating from the reach of the metal weapon. She was to brazen about the burn of metal but he knew it hurt her just like anyone else and she was constantly aware of where the blade was as they fought. He tried not to restrain his attacks, she wouldn’t appreciate it if she thought he was going easy on her, yet he still endeavoured to avoid actually touching her with the steel. Every blow he landed was with the wood of the spear.

Their movements grew faster as they fell into a rhythm. They dodged and weaved and blocked, and struck with furious speed and fluidity. Energy crackled along his skin and when Seriss deflected his next attack blue sparks arced from his skin to hers. She hissed and glared at him.

“Oops,” he shrugged.

A fiery kick to his hand and the spear went spinning. Flames spilled from Seriss’ clenched fists as she raised an eyebrow, “Oops.”

“Very hot,” he smirked at the double meaning and held his hands out surrender. She rolled her eyes and doused smothered the flames.

“So, Kael, is it really necessary to flirt with her while she's trying to beat you up?”

Lukai Thanros laughed. Kael had ignored the arrival of others in the training, taking his eyes off Seriss while sparring was hazardous to one’s health.

“Just, it makes you come off a tad...” Lukai continued.

“Desperate,” Rommel Kaiser offered, standing beside the Sentinel.

“Well, I was going to go with masochistic,” Lukai shrugged, “But that works too I suppose.”

“Rommel,” Kael left the mats and put an arm around the girl's waist. “My long haired beauty, I know your cruelty only because you’re hiding the fact that you, like so many women in the Skyguard, are secretly in love with me. But Lukai, mate, I didn’t know you swung that way!” He winked at the other man, jokingly.

“Tell you what. Instead of breaking any of your hearts, I’ll take you all out to eat. In the dining hall. Where the food's free. Who’s hungry?”

Out of the corner of his eye he saw Seriss smile. Just a little.

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She briefly nodded at Feolan "No thank you, my weapons are safely protected. I customized them myself." She replied, the anger she felt before coming to a simmer. After all there was no reason for her to feel that way, she and Salazar were long time partners and it would never work, they were far to different. Without thinking, she let go of the lash and released her hair from its formidable bun. Her long golden colored locks fell instantly to her shoulders, and down to her waist. A loose strand took residence at the side of her face as she turned her to gaze to Arabella. "We can fly, just as long as you are aware of what you're asking for. You're fairly new so I'm sure Salazar wont go too fast but it will be a challenge."

She gave Salazar's neck three taps and he understood. standing up on his feet revealing his massive body within full perspective as he began to flap his wings in wide, broad strokes. Then, he shoot up through the air, twisting as he began to soar out of the area. Once in the sky he waiting patiently for Arabella and Feolan, giving Faelwen time to secure a safe position on his lash as she drew of her sack of arrows. Wrapping it around her before she drew her bow, and locked an arrow in place. Ready to begin, she smirked. When it came to aerial flight, she was prowess, this was her specialty.

After this I am going to sleep, god knows I need it..





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Having finished her breakfast, she simply smiled. "Pio, it doesn't matter. Finish eating though." Smiling she undid her armor until she was simply in her gown. A blue mystical aura began to cover her as a webbed tail began to replace her feet. Her body turned into a shade of blue as her scales became defined, then slowly her head began to take the final form of a dragon. Her jewel locked into place as she began to flap her wings, lifting herself from the ground as she ascended into the sky. Soon she was out of sight to those down below, with a chuckle she placed her wings at her sides and let herself fall as she plundged into the bank causing an explosive splash.

Beneath the water she was hard to spot do to her skin camouflage. Using her tail she swam all the way to shore in one breath, hopping along to sand as she lowered her neck to Scipio.

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"Fairly new? I'm sorry, but did it sound like she was offering to take it easy on us?!?" Angry whisps of smoke drifted from Arabella's nostrils. Shoulder muscles shifted visibly beneath her skin, tensing as her legs coiled to launch into the air.

"Take it easy Bella, I'm sure she didn't mean anything by it. Don't get too rough up there."

The fiery Sentinel grunted a grudging acknowledgement. Powerful legs pistoned her upwards, broad wings digging into the air to propel her into flight. Catching a nice thermal coming off the sun-baked roofs of Sentinels Keep, Arabella rose swiftly, tailing Salazar into the air. The black was larger than many of the sentinels, and fast too, but in terms of brute strength and size Arabella still outmatched him. If she could keep them locked close, it would be her game.

Feolan lent forward in the saddle, keeping himself level with Arabella. His own bow, Warodan, was strapped around his back, the magic of its enchantments a comforting warmth. His hand reached to the whip coiled at his hip, unhooking it. Durin's Bane, Master Callistan had called it. Apparently the name of some beast out of old stories he'd been told as a child. It seemed fitting.

Arabella hovered before Salazar briefly. She nodded towards him. Let battle begin. She beat her wings powerfully, launching towards him. It was a simple attack, just testing the waters before battle commenced in earnest. They'd have plenty of time to see it coming and dodge out the way, or counter it.

The moment they drew close enough however, Feolan let loose with Durin's Bane, the fiery whip extending outwards to come cracking down at Faelwen from an incredible distance. Arabella continued with her charge, keen to test out their opponent's strength.

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Character Portrait: Faelwen  Irwin
Character Portrait: Eshe Summersong
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Character Portrait: Azriel Kollure
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Character Portrait: The Sisters
Character Portrait: Silveria Delphine
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Character Portrait: Rommel Kaiser
Character Portrait: Talyera Asimov
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Character Portrait: Talyera Asimov
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Character Portrait: Rommel Kaiser
Rommel Kaiser

"People say I'm thoughtless, reckless is probably more appropriate considering what I can do."

Character Portrait: Tiberius Saine
Tiberius Saine

"You don't touch my stuff and, well, I'll still probably insult you, call it a character flaw."

Character Portrait: Lukai Thanross
Lukai Thanross

"I know, I know, serious face...Nope, can't do it. My bad."

Character Portrait: Lillian Erskine
Lillian Erskine

"I'll stand by you if you need, but I'd much rather fly with you."

Character Portrait: Feolan & Arabella
Feolan & Arabella

We are but who we allow ourselves to be. Why, then, would one ever allow oneself mediocrity?

Character Portrait: Kaeleb 'Kael' Balor
Kaeleb 'Kael' Balor

'Hey gorgeous, love that battle armor on you.' Loyal ally, dangerous enemy, harmless flirt.

Character Portrait: Seriss Krahen
Seriss Krahen

You could say her bark is worse than her bite. But her bite is even worse.

Character Portrait: Silveria Delphine
Silveria Delphine

"You may overpower me in the skies; but I will take you in the seas."

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Character Portrait: Feolan & Arabella
Feolan & Arabella

We are but who we allow ourselves to be. Why, then, would one ever allow oneself mediocrity?

Character Portrait: Altan Ganeshi
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Character Portrait: Sephera Halsey
Sephera Halsey

An odd Sentinel in that she comes from wealthy stock and yet still joined the order. She is a young and beautiful girl who, like her partner, is often looked up to for her beauty, her intelligence, and her ability.

Character Portrait: Lukai Thanross
Lukai Thanross

"I know, I know, serious face...Nope, can't do it. My bad."

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Rommel Kaiser

"People say I'm thoughtless, reckless is probably more appropriate considering what I can do."

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The son of a previous Vanguard of the Skyguard Knights, Azriel was older when his father finally let him apply than most and is now one of the mot senior members of the Academy, and much looked up too by his piers.

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"Never leave a wrong to ripen into evil." "Where life goes so, too, should you.

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Seriss Krahen

You could say her bark is worse than her bite. But her bite is even worse.

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Tiberius Saine

"You don't touch my stuff and, well, I'll still probably insult you, call it a character flaw."

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Kaeleb 'Kael' Balor

'Hey gorgeous, love that battle armor on you.' Loyal ally, dangerous enemy, harmless flirt.

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Character Portrait: Silveria Delphine
Silveria Delphine

"You may overpower me in the skies; but I will take you in the seas."

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Lillian Erskine

"I'll stand by you if you need, but I'd much rather fly with you."

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Character Portrait: Lukai Thanross
Lukai Thanross

"I know, I know, serious face...Nope, can't do it. My bad."

Character Portrait: Sephera Halsey
Sephera Halsey

An odd Sentinel in that she comes from wealthy stock and yet still joined the order. She is a young and beautiful girl who, like her partner, is often looked up to for her beauty, her intelligence, and her ability.

Character Portrait: The Sisters
The Sisters

"Never leave a wrong to ripen into evil." "Where life goes so, too, should you.

Character Portrait: Kaeleb 'Kael' Balor
Kaeleb 'Kael' Balor

'Hey gorgeous, love that battle armor on you.' Loyal ally, dangerous enemy, harmless flirt.

Character Portrait: Faelwen  Irwin
Faelwen Irwin

"This is NOT a game, it is our duty, and with that comes great responsibility."

Character Portrait: Azriel Kollure
Azriel Kollure

The son of a previous Vanguard of the Skyguard Knights, Azriel was older when his father finally let him apply than most and is now one of the mot senior members of the Academy, and much looked up too by his piers.


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sorry we are so slow at the moment, i'm at the opening of school, so things will be on hold for a few. you guys can go ahead and keep posting if you like, i'll post the entrance to the Masters and the mission hopefully this weekend.

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Not to sound pushy or anything but: OMG! SOMEBODY POST! PLEASE!!! *sob*

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I have messaged my character Scipio's partner (RaquelRae) but she hasn't responded. Should I just post for the two of us until she returns or wait?

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you don't have to worry about it dying too easy there Agent, if it means i'm the only one posting i'll still post in this sucker until it catches , RAWR Determination!

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I'm happy with the time skip where it is too. So let's get writing people! (i.e. please please don't let this rp die young)

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Im sorry, I just returned from a long camping trip and will have my post up soon. I put my vote in for keeping the time skip, I would like to get the main part of the roleplay going as soon as possible and we have already introduced our characters well enough I believe.

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I'm sorry too. I've had some real life issues, but I think my problem is mostly: Eek! I'm a new person and don't want to mess up. I should simply ask if I'm confused about something though. *smacks self*

Even as a new person, I decline the offer of turning back the clock. Yes, I'd like my characters to have some rapport or relationship with the others, but that can be developed over whatever missions they have together. I also gathered from the intro and your personal comments on the rules that this would be a long-running roleplay, so there's plenty of time for development of friendships and the character's personal development. That's my favorite part of roleplay on any level. Do not turn back the clock, and that IS my final answer.

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I'm sorry, Elrith. I've hit a bit of a busy spot with my job, so I haven't had a lot of free time lately. I'll try to get a post in soon, and I'm perfectly fine with the timeskip being where it is.

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Um... hello? Where'd everyone go? If there is a problem please let me know.

Since i might have time-skipped late or early i'll put it to a vote: please post in the OOC whether you want to reverse the time skip or whether you want to plow on. thank you.

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Due to extraneous circumstances i may be without internet soon so i wanted to post the GM post for the time skip now.

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the Time Skip will officially happen tomorrow (Aug 6th, 2013) at 8:30 Eastern Standard

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Hey guys, sorry I've been slow to reply! Had a post, but roleplaygateway logged me out when I clicked submit, and I lost it. Have been really busy, I'll get a post up ASAP.

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I was looking for a good dragonrider rp for a while now, and yes I understand the dragons ridden here aren't actual dragons but people who turn into dragons. I stumbled over this rp yesterday actually, but it took me a while to read everything. I see there are already a lot of characters, but those characters haven't gotten far. Would it still be possible to have more characters?

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Hey guys! For anyone interested, I'm starting up a rp. It's an open-ended, sandbox, apocalyptic thing. Here's the link: roleplay/twisted-rapture

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dont worry guys, i'm goign to giveyo usome time before the time skip, obviously. that was more a kick in the pants to those who are just lazily waiting about, if there are any. i know life is busy right now with schools about to start up again and such. i may seem a harsh GM but those who play games with me before know that's only at the start when i game is vulnerable to dying before it can even get a chance.

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I apologize if it seemed that way to you, Mathew, but I thought it might be better to wait until the GM had a chance to post again before posting another time myself. At any rate, I assume it would not be too difficult to suppose that Lowa simply did not hear Eshe-- she doesn't have a very loud or commanding tone, and Lowa was a dragon at the time, which puts her aural receptors at quite an altitude. No harm done.

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Sorry White. But you just kinda blew me off for a week, so I had already gotten half way done with my post when you posted... Soo... xD

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I've just put in two characters, if your still accepting. One of my pictures wouldn't work so a put in a link, sorry about that.

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I've put up two charcters. I'd be thrilled if I could get into this roleplay, let me know if I should change anything. Also, some of the pictures were messing up so I just put in links, hope that's ok.

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nope, general shotgun there, just random info for all