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Post by Fire the Watcher of the vale on Jan 7, 2021 1:42:00 GMT -5
Alright, this is where we can start. Do you have any questions or anything I forgot?
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Post by Fire the Watcher of the vale on Jan 7, 2021 1:42:14 GMT -5
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Post by Fire the Watcher of the vale on Jan 8, 2021 3:54:42 GMT -5
(I'm thinking something a bit more active. With Istalri there as well. He'd definitely get Elwrin out and probably supplement his own energy to allow Elwrin to heal himself in a "I've been left to die" type situation. I'm thinking more that she just happens to be in the right place at the right time, the rest of the riders are killed, leaving Elwrin and Istalri to fend off the attackers alone and she maybe does something like create a distraction or take one out right before they can land the killing blow. Thus he owes her a life-debt, similar to morgan freeman's character in prince of thieves. Istalri wouldn't object either, as she saved his rider, which is something not taken lightly by the dragons.)
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Post by Fire the Watcher of the vale on Jan 8, 2021 4:06:41 GMT -5
(Alright. Do you want to give some buffer area, like a few posts back and forth to set up our characters before they interact or just one really long post?)
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Post by Fire the Watcher of the vale on Jan 8, 2021 14:29:47 GMT -5
(alright. I'll start when I get back home. I'm picking up college text books right now.)
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Post by Fire the Watcher of the vale on Jan 8, 2021 22:38:39 GMT -5
The afternoon light shone through the leaves above as Elwrin and Istalri pressed on through the thick forest ahead of them, Istalri's heavy head occasionally dodging only the thickest of branches. Behind them trailed two other pairs of rider and dragon, a formidable group of travelers that even the most powerful of combatants would find difficult to overcome. The group had been tasked with investigating a disappearance and possible kidnapping of one of the locals. There were also rumors of an order of sorcerers in the area, though the evidence behind those claims were little more than hearsay. Elwrin pulled out a map of the area which he purchased from a man in the last town, but he had trouble deciphering it, as it relied mostly on landmarks, all of which he was unfamiliar with. "Are you sure we're going the right way?" Elwrin asked Istalri, still examining the map.
"I'm going the same way I've been going for the past two hours." Istalri remarked, bemused. "The last aerial scouting I did, I could see the town." The dragon dipped his head beneath another thick branch. The downside of being a massive flying lizard was that, even outdoors, there was never much head room. Istalri would've preferred to fly, but the air had lingering magic from decades past, the effects of which were unpredictable and often dangerous. One could possibly fly through and be perfectly fine, or just as easily have their wings torn off like a Lynx might a bat. He preferred to keep his wings apart of his body, so they aired on the side of caution and proceeded on foot.
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Post by Fire the Watcher of the vale on Jan 8, 2021 22:40:07 GMT -5
(btw, anything in italics is through telepathy. Dragons are gonna be like that all the time and a rider might communicate with their dragon like that. Also, Istalri's full name directly translates to broad-flames. Just a little fun fact.)
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Transgender
strider
No mourners, no funerals
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Post by strider on Jan 9, 2021 0:41:03 GMT -5
Iris was positively going to murder Vern. Well… not literally. But she could at least contemplate it. Her brother had run off with a boy for the afternoon, and although he had promised Iris that he would do her chores for a month, the fact was that she was doing work meant for two. Gathering firewood was something of a game when it was both of them doing it, but when it was just her… she breathed out an annoyed huff of air, hefting a log over her shoulder. Technically they had servants that could be doing this for them, but they didn’t have as many as Iris’ father would have liked. If the family ever fell out of fortune – which was seeming more and more likely as time went on, then both Iris and her brother were going to need to be able to accomplish certain practical tasks. Gathering wood was one of them.
At least there was a wheelbarrow – though Vern, at least a foot taller than Iris herself, would have been the better choice to actually carry it. Iris cursed under her breath, grateful there was nobody around to hear it. The forest seemed empty, other than the birds singing from high up in the canopy. It was too quiet without Vern there to crack jokes with. Iris set her jaw, dropping the wood on top of the rest she had collected. She had found what she could on the ground, at some point she was going to need to take the saw and start cutting. If she was ever going to make it in high society, she had better pray that nobody important see her in a tree, carefully cutting down branches.
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Post by Fire the Watcher of the vale on Jan 9, 2021 0:53:20 GMT -5
(dragons can speak to others too, it's just generally considered rude to talk to another person's dragon through thought if they are able to talk verbally. For example, if you're going to tell someone's dragon that there is food on the patio, you'd tell them verbally. If there's someone with a lance about to stab them in the side, you'd communicate mentally. It's also considered rude for a person to enter someone's thoughts without explicit permission. Most people wouldn't be able to tell they are being probed by someone, but those that would will see it as an attack and most likely find the source and attack back.)
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Post by Fire the Watcher of the vale on Jan 9, 2021 1:26:58 GMT -5
"Well, how long do you think it'll be?" Elwrin asked. The road had been getting to him. He could tell how much Istalri missed having the ability to launch into the sky whenever he felt like without the fear of being maimed and so did Elwrin. He had grown accustomed to flying everywhere they went and being confined to the ground like everyone else was frustrating. Spaces they could've crossed in an hour now took days.
"just a few more minutes. I'd guess it's only a mile up the r-" Istalri was cut off as a cry sounded behind them. before Elwrin could turn to see what happened, a loud thud shook the forest floor. The thud was strong enough for Elwrin to feel it through Istalri. The dragon turned the best he could and Elwrin was finally able to see what had happened. A sense of dread washed over him as he comprehended the picture in front of him. The dragon at the rear of the group had collapsed, a spear piercing its throat. He watched as the rider attempted to rise from their saddle, only to have a small volley of arrows pierce her chest. She collapsed from where she rose and toppled from the slain dragon's back.
Elwrin shouted "Skolir nosu!" moments after the words left his lips, an arrow barreled towards Elwrin, stopping just inches from his chest. Suddenly, a group of men in light armor emerged from the undergrowth, charging the remaining to dragons. With a roar, Istalri opened his jaws and loosed a torrent of flames, engulfing the armored men in light. When Istalri's mouth clamped shut, the men were still standing, unaffected. "They're magicians!" Elwrin exclaimed, hoping the other rider had heard. Elwrin dismounted, his blade drawn, prepared to cut the approaching men down.
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Post by Fire the Watcher of the vale on Jan 9, 2021 3:59:57 GMT -5
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Transgender
strider
No mourners, no funerals
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Post by strider on Jan 9, 2021 13:07:58 GMT -5
Iris heard something. It was quiet at first, then louder, something earthshattering and profoundly terrifying. There was smoke rising from deeper in the forest, and against every self-preservation instinct Iris had, she grabbed the sturdiest piece of firewood she’d gathered and raced towards it. This was, without a doubt, the stupidest thing she had ever done. When there was something big and fire-breathing in the forest, you run the other way. What you don’t do, under any circumstances, was run towards the danger. Iris new this, knew the lessons she had been taught, knew that her pounding heart was pleading her to turn around and run back towards town, but she kept sprinting towards the smoke anyway. It was further away than she thought it was, which was probably a good thing for the village. Whatever was attacking would have a ways to go before it reached her people, which meant that, if something went really wrong here, Iris would have enough time to bring word and hopefully get everyone evacuated from the city. Then again… where could they go? The forest separated them from anywhere large enough to help an entire town full of people. What Iris saw when she got close enough was not what she expected to see. She hid behind a tree trunk, eyes wide. Dragons – even dead ones – were impressive. She couldn’t tell who was attacking, only that there were arrows coming and, hopefully, that they hadn’t seen her. She was grateful she hadn’t chosen to wear her favorite cream dress. She would have stuck out dangerously. Her sharp eyes tried to pick out where people were shooting from, but it was hard. She’d never seen a fight up close. Who was the enemy here? It seemed the group of riders had been ambushed, but what could would a piece of firewood do that a dragon couldn’t?
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Post by Fire the Watcher of the vale on Jan 18, 2021 2:13:06 GMT -5
(hey, I wanted to apologise for disappearing for so long. The school semester just started up and it took me a bit to get everything wrangled together. I'll post a reply in a minute when I get on my computer.)
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