Setting
You have come to a small fork in the path. To the north, the path descends down a small hill and out towards the large body of water in that direction. To the west, the patch continues up a winding path through a series of sparse trees. To the east, the path continues through an open field and towards the entrance to Wing City.
Path Fork
You have come to a small fork in the path. To the north, the path descends down a small hill and out towards the large body of water in that direction. To the west, the patch continues up a winding path through a series of sparse trees. To the east, the path continues through an open field and towards the entrance to Wing City.
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Path Fork is a part of 
Midland.
29 Characters Here
Tagged Michael [37] A soldier from Hynan-Nal. His loyalty to his queen is as much a part of him as the scarf around his neck. He is bonded to Melancholy; shire stallion, Drax.
Maree Vallante [19] The most timid of women, a mere commoner who lives out in the country side after having a family broken by war.
The Wandering Lady [18] A young woman who roams from town to town calling no place her home. She's a vagabond with her instrument being the most precious possession she owns.
Celomin Anor [9]
Obava Strach [7]
Vain Travailler [2] [quote]We are the feeling of being followed when your alone. The shivers when your warm. Those fears that make you want to scream. We come through without permission, cutting darkness in the night, moving in and out of sight.[/quote]
Caius Gradius [1] "I am Caius Gradius the Leader of the Penitus Oculotus, the Emperor's Elite Guard."
Nolan Rice [1] Not your average young gentleman.
Xavier Eglaxium [1] Xavier is part of the Eglaxian kind. They control all of a secret element called 'Eglax'.
Drefen Duvalia [1] just your humble sorcerer, who just happens to be undead, and is hopelessly evil, and takes every chance to pull a good joke.
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"Of course I don't trust you! If it wasn't for Kinza, you'd probably kill me easy. I'm a good flier, and I'm a tad bit of a showoff, but I'm not really a fighter." she told him, watching him down a few of the berries. She picked a few up, herself, and plopped them in her mouth.
By then, Kinza had made his way over, speaking to Terezija in his strange, beastly language. She looked at Kinza strange, then looked at Illys, brow raised. She looked surprised, even as she took the bowl.
"...thank you."
By then, Kinza had made his way over, speaking to Terezija in his strange, beastly language. She looked at Kinza strange, then looked at Illys, brow raised. She looked surprised, even as she took the bowl.
"...thank you."
"Again, I don't kill people who owe me money, y'know. It's too much hassle, and it means I worked fer free. Terrible fer business. In any case, I already ate, so have as much as ya like." The man busied himself with the fire before turning back to the woman.
Illys peered suspiciously at Kinza, scowling. "Ya didn't go and say somethin' unnecessary, didja? Remember what I promised ya?" A sigh escaped his lips and the threat was dismissed with a wave of his hand. "Whatever. In any case, yer welcome."
"Now, business." The villain's eyes locked on to 'zija again. "Ya have somewhere y'need to be gettin to, right?"
Illys peered suspiciously at Kinza, scowling. "Ya didn't go and say somethin' unnecessary, didja? Remember what I promised ya?" A sigh escaped his lips and the threat was dismissed with a wave of his hand. "Whatever. In any case, yer welcome."
"Now, business." The villain's eyes locked on to 'zija again. "Ya have somewhere y'need to be gettin to, right?"
"Yes, I do," said Terezija, looking between Kinza and Illys. Why did the beast have such a big, nasty grin on his face?
"You'll allow me to do that much, right? I'm already almost a day behind. With Kinza, I'll get there quick, but if we have to do something for you now well...you'll have to come with us."
"You'll allow me to do that much, right? I'm already almost a day behind. With Kinza, I'll get there quick, but if we have to do something for you now well...you'll have to come with us."
Clearly, the man had no idea. There was absolutely no way he would have associated with the khabarada. Or at least, that he would let her notice. "That's th'plan. If yer already behind then there's no point in tarryin'."
"Finish eatin' and I'll get everythin' cleaned up," he ordered her, and moved to pack up camp. If he was opposed to this detour, it didn't show on his face.
"Finish eatin' and I'll get everythin' cleaned up," he ordered her, and moved to pack up camp. If he was opposed to this detour, it didn't show on his face.
"Oh. Wait, so have you ever ridden before?" asked Terezija, who began to drink down her soup with her lips at the edge of the bowl. For a "princess" she downed it rather quickly.
She got up and followed Illys. "I mean, I wouldn't know. You don't seem hesitant about riding."
She got up and followed Illys. "I mean, I wouldn't know. You don't seem hesitant about riding."
"People don't exactly do somethin' like that e'ryday," he answered calmly. "But I ain't worried. If it's the fastest way, then I won't complain. Just tell me what t'do."
While speaking with her, Illys continued to clean up the area, packing everything that was portable into the backpack before shouldering it. He returned to the fire, wondering what exactly to do with the leftovers.
"Hm. Can't really bring this with us."
While speaking with her, Illys continued to clean up the area, packing everything that was portable into the backpack before shouldering it. He returned to the fire, wondering what exactly to do with the leftovers.
"Hm. Can't really bring this with us."
Terezija was about to respond, but before she could, Kinza reached out, grabbed it, and gulped the remainder of the soup down. He dropped the pot down onto the ground, sat, and looked at them with his tail wagging, saying, "Aren't you PROUD of me?" with his actions.
Terezija sighed. "...whatever. Alright, let's go..."
Terezija sighed. "...whatever. Alright, let's go..."
"...well, better than wastin' it." The pot was unceremoniously wiped and tossed into the bag, which was promptly returned to its place on Illys' shoulder. The man made sure to put out the fire properly and made one more sweep around the site to erase any remaining traces of residence.
When he was finished, he nodded at Terezija. "Let's go."
When he was finished, he nodded at Terezija. "Let's go."
The woman nodded again. She whistled to Kinza, who laid down flat onto his belly. On his back, there was certainly a saddle, which wrapped around his neck, strapped to his shoulders. There was a stirrup on the side, but only to assist the riders up onto the saddle. Once up onto his back, Terezija reached into a small satchel on the left, right next to her leg, and pulled out two pairs of aviator goggles. She tossed one pair to Illys.
"You'll need these."
"You'll need these."
His gauntlet intercepted the goggles, clutching them carefully so as to not break them. With a shrug, the man slid them onto his head and nodded once more at her. "Time's a wastin'. Let's do this."
She reached out a hand to take his own. "There's space enough on the saddle for two. I can strap you in, but you'll have to grab onto something if you don't want to be buffeted too much by the wind. Now, I'd prefer that to not be me, but I'll be an easier object to hold onto than the handle between us." She pointed to the small handhold right behind her seat, and in front of the one he would be sitting in.
"Good?"
"Good?"
"As long as ya don't get any weird ideas about me holdin' ya and proceed t'knock me off thousands of feet in the air...no, no complaints here." He gripped her hand, and climbed onto the saddle, adjusting himself behind her. If permitted, then he would lightly wrap the gauntled arm around her waist, while using the other to hold onto the handle.
"Good?" The question was returned, mirrored.
"Good?" The question was returned, mirrored.
Terezija cringed a bit at the fact that he was so close, that he was holding onto her, but forced herself to relax. "Good." she told him, reaching for the buckles behind his legs to tighten them around his thighs and calves. "I don't need them, but just in case, I can't say the same for you." she said.
"Kinza! Up!" she shouted suddenly. The khabarada yipped, then began to run forward, wings beating. In a leap, they were shooting through the air. Terezija cried out, arms splaying at her sides as they climbed almost vertically into the air.
"Kinza! Up!" she shouted suddenly. The khabarada yipped, then began to run forward, wings beating. In a leap, they were shooting through the air. Terezija cried out, arms splaying at her sides as they climbed almost vertically into the air.
"If I'm grabbin' too tight, just say so," he informed her before they took off. "Er, if ya say so." He quirked an eyebrow warily at the straps, but was silently thankful that there were other mechanisms for keeping him on the khabarada.
The man's stomach lurched as they came off of the ground and his lips pressed together tightly as forces pressed in on his body as they climbed. However, to his credit, he did not make a sound, nor did he lose his meager breakfast at this strange takeoff.
The man's stomach lurched as they came off of the ground and his lips pressed together tightly as forces pressed in on his body as they climbed. However, to his credit, he did not make a sound, nor did he lose his meager breakfast at this strange takeoff.
"If you're grabbin' too tight, I'll make sure to undo those straps." said Terezija, turning just enough to wink at him.
As they soared through the air, Kinza beat his wings until they were high above the canopy of trees below. He finally evened out, flying horizontally to the ground, Terezija's fingers grasped tightly onto the reigns that were meant only for the rider to hold on. She did not need to direct Kinza with any kind of force.
"Wow! You haven't spilled your breakfast. You must be holding up pretty well!" she said to Illys.
As they soared through the air, Kinza beat his wings until they were high above the canopy of trees below. He finally evened out, flying horizontally to the ground, Terezija's fingers grasped tightly onto the reigns that were meant only for the rider to hold on. She did not need to direct Kinza with any kind of force.
"Wow! You haven't spilled your breakfast. You must be holding up pretty well!" she said to Illys.
"Wish I could undo yer smart remarks," he muttered under his breath, glaring as she turned around.
The decision to comment was a bad one, as his stomach lurched one more time before they stabilized. Illys' grip on Terezija's waist tightened slightly, though it was restrained enough so she wouldn't think he was making a move on her. His other hand's knuckles were white as he clutched the handle for dear life.
"Pretty well might be an overstatement," he spat out. The man looked a tad pale, but it did not deter him from enjoying the view. Well, not much, at least.
The decision to comment was a bad one, as his stomach lurched one more time before they stabilized. Illys' grip on Terezija's waist tightened slightly, though it was restrained enough so she wouldn't think he was making a move on her. His other hand's knuckles were white as he clutched the handle for dear life.
"Pretty well might be an overstatement," he spat out. The man looked a tad pale, but it did not deter him from enjoying the view. Well, not much, at least.
Terezija, confident as Kinza was up in the air, raised a hand to pat Illys' cheek. An action she would not have done in any other situation. "D'aw, you remind me of all the littlies training with their khabarada back at home! Getting dizzy and disoriented from their first liftoff! Don't worry, it'll pass after a while. Just- if you're going to vomit, tell me, yeah? And do it to the side so we don't get any on the bags!"
Her white grin was unmistakably mischievous. It felt like a bit of vengeance for the way he had treated her down there.
Her white grin was unmistakably mischievous. It felt like a bit of vengeance for the way he had treated her down there.
Illys flinched backwards, then immediately regretted doing so and quickly leaned forward into her back. He tried to avoid pressing his face there, though the urge was strong. Instead, the villain settled for glaring at a spot on her clothes. "I ain't gonna throw up. Yer enjoyin' this, aren't ya?"
"Ugh, this is terrible. We there yet?"
"Ugh, this is terrible. We there yet?"
"We only just took off! Stop being impatient and enjoy this as much as I am. Which'll probably make this a little less enjoyable for me, but, y'know. It might just help you out!" chirped Terezija. Kinza rhumbled beneath them in beastly laughter.
"If you want to lean your head on my shoulder, it's there, hon. This high up, I'm not all that shy! I've got everything to my advantage, so go ahead and play the poor baby."
"If you want to lean your head on my shoulder, it's there, hon. This high up, I'm not all that shy! I've got everything to my advantage, so go ahead and play the poor baby."
Illys nudged his foot against Kinza, mumbling, "Be quiet, you." The man had a debate with his pride for a few seconds. Ultimately, he decided that he didn't have much of it and thus gave up trying to uphold it.
Biting his lip, his head gently bumped against her shoulder and his eyes closed. "Ya shut it too. Heights ain't my thing. Humans weren't made t'fly, ya know?"
Biting his lip, his head gently bumped against her shoulder and his eyes closed. "Ya shut it too. Heights ain't my thing. Humans weren't made t'fly, ya know?"
"Nonsense!" gasped Terezija. "We were born to fly. There's no better feeling in this entire world than looking at it from this high up. There's no other freedom quite like it."
The khabarada hummed in agreement, beating his wings several times to gain a bit more altitude. It was usually quite easy to just soar for long amounts of time and get an updrift, but they needed to gain a bit more height.
"I didn't know, also, Illys. I...I'm sorry. Kinza told me back at camp."
The khabarada hummed in agreement, beating his wings several times to gain a bit more altitude. It was usually quite easy to just soar for long amounts of time and get an updrift, but they needed to gain a bit more height.
"I didn't know, also, Illys. I...I'm sorry. Kinza told me back at camp."
"That feelin' o' yer food comin' back up ain't exactly the best feelin' in the world," he shot back, then immediately shut his mouth and pressed his forehead against her shoulder again, trying to stop the spinning feeling.
At her words, he grimaced and bumped his against the khabarada again. "I thought that was a secret 'tween men, ya overgrown lizard. Who asked ya ta talk?"
"Whatever. Ain't like it makes a difference. Don't let it bother ya."
At her words, he grimaced and bumped his against the khabarada again. "I thought that was a secret 'tween men, ya overgrown lizard. Who asked ya ta talk?"
"Whatever. Ain't like it makes a difference. Don't let it bother ya."
"Oh, well, it already showed itself when we lifted off. I didn't know that your greatest fear was heights!" said Terezija. "It looks like Kinza was just able to convince you to step down the macho man just a bit. That's awful sweet, but if you're still this sick when I've toned down the flying quite a bit...well, I don't know that there's any hope for you."
And there Kinza's laughter went once more, mocking Illys despite if he was kicked again or not!
And there Kinza's laughter went once more, mocking Illys despite if he was kicked again or not!
After a brief pause, the man quickly improvised, going with the flow. "Well, he didn't say anythin' really, seein' as his damn lips can't make proper sounds." However, he wouldn't let Kinza off just yet. His heel jabbed into the khabarada's side, not too roughly, but enough to express his relief and frustration.
"Whatever, I just ain't good with this shitty flyin' from this damn lizard. I'm sure it ain't usually a problem. Ya here that, damn lizard? Don't go tellin' unnecessary things!"
"Whatever, I just ain't good with this shitty flyin' from this damn lizard. I'm sure it ain't usually a problem. Ya here that, damn lizard? Don't go tellin' unnecessary things!"
Kinza groaned as Illys dug his heel into his side, causing a slight bit of turbulence, if only to discourage him from doing it again. The dragonlike creature got the idea, though, and grinned to the horizon.
"Well, seeing as it's not going to get any better for you, how about we make the trip a bit faster? Kinza, up! Up!" said the woman.
Terezija's arms reached back to grab both Illy's hands and pull them over her waist. She then leaned forward, until she was laying right onto Kinza's neck, pulling Illys forward so that he'd be leaning over her. Kinza rose higher, flew more quickly, enough to blow either of them backwards had they been sitting up.
"Well, seeing as it's not going to get any better for you, how about we make the trip a bit faster? Kinza, up! Up!" said the woman.
Terezija's arms reached back to grab both Illy's hands and pull them over her waist. She then leaned forward, until she was laying right onto Kinza's neck, pulling Illys forward so that he'd be leaning over her. Kinza rose higher, flew more quickly, enough to blow either of them backwards had they been sitting up.