Zhymos IC

[Draconilian]

OOC

(Keep in mind, title your individual posts with the names of the character(s) you are posting for, since you cannot title the very first post, this is just for Adair)

Adair stepped off the steamship he had been on for the past week, relieved to be back on solid ground, he pulled out a piece of parchment from a pocket inside his coat. Unfurled, it showed a rough map for Cthonia, Adair had a map of the whole known world, but it wasn't detailed enough for what he needed. Glancing around, he spotted the sign of the port, and checked its name on his map. Thankfully, Icefire wasn't too far north of here. The werewolf rolled up his map again and put it back in his coat.

After grabbing his sword from the ship's cargo hold (they wouldn't let him keep it with him on the journey, he had to amuse himself by dueling the other wizards on the ship) and combined the blades together, snapping the whole contraption to the magnetic plate on the back of his coat.

The werewolf had of course been in human form this entire time (Uncursed Werewolves are in fact not well known, and even if he explained, most society would hunt him down for his pelt) and decided to stay this way a while longer, Cthonia was probably the most dangerous continent to wander in. Being able to surprise any attackers with a sentient werewolf is a great tool. Adair checked his sword, ensuring it would immediately disconnect into the central sword if he had to draw it, and finally set off northward.

At around midday (he arrived in the morning) of wandering, Adair ran into the third last thing he wanted to find on a road in Cthonia.

After a corporeal demon, and a wandering Dragon, were Kolyoks.

This one appeared to have half a wing on it's left side, and sharp talons on it's hands, and an evil laugh, or, more like a villainous shriek that corrupted the air.

"Ahahaha, a human, wandering Cthonia... Don't ya' know this is the LAST place you want to be? Burn and give me your soul!"
The Kolyok swung it's arm, and a trail of flame fast traveled towards Adair, closing the around 20 foot distance in a second, Adair was lucky to have hyper-reflexes.

The werewolf stepped out of the way from the trail of fire, ran parallel to it, and hoped he was faster than the Kolyok. Stopping just a bit short of his foe.

Adair twisted slightly, placing his left foot in front, and began to charge pure electricity in his right foot, using the momentum from his sprint and twist, he pivoted on his left foot clockwise, and brought a powerful, electrical reverse roundhouse kick directly to the Kolyok's face. The impact was such that the Kolyok flew a large distance, and spasmed the entire way from the shock. He was definitely knocked entirely unconscious, if not completely paralyzed. So Adair continued his journey onward, towards the Duchy of Icefire.

[ClockworkDaisy]

A long slender arm complete with perfectly manicured nails protruding from under a heaped pile of silken sheets and pillows was all that signified a presence. To the casual observer the woman might have appeared momentarily to be deceased so deep was her slumber and yet it was but a moment later that she began to stir. A soft sigh upon her lips was quickly extinguished as Taboo emerged into the world from sleep.

Despite her languid appearance her senses were already tuned to the greater house around her. Even as she stretched lazily, like a cat sunning itself heedless of anything more than its own contentment, and her eyes were still closed Taboo was mentally taking notes. Already she could hear the laughter of the girls who shared a room below hers and a tuneless singing from one of the rooms further down the hall. A grimace flashed across her features before they resettled into their usual mask of complacency, Taboo opened up first one eye then the other, the long lashes which curtained her amber orbs parting sleepily and the softness in her eyes turned icily cold.

Upon her feet in a moment, naked as the day she was born, Taboo stood with a dagger in hand ready to strike should she need to and her voice was even.

“Whoever you are, you had better have a very good reason to be in my rooms.”

[Torack]

Inside the Royal Castle, made of red and black stone, under the throne room, through a secret passageway under the King's throne was the Hexagon. The Hexagon, a silver table made in the shape of a hexagon, was where the King, his military advisers and military leaders discussed various topics related to politics, war, and diplomacy.

Unfortunately, Sir Amalar had to be there. He asked a royal scribe to go in his place and bring him a transcript countless times, but every time he asked the scribes seemed suspiciously ill or busy with some important task. He sat there, his fist on his cheek in boredom watching as the various military leaders bickered about various subjects on national security, that is until one of them brought on the subject of expanding their kingdom.

His interest piquing, Sir Amalar moved his head towards the speaker. The general of the military force, Darksword, Ratah was the one who spoke. "Our island is fair, but with an army such as ours, and the Dragonsword," he said pointing his hand at Amalar, "We could take any of our neighbouring islands we wished -"

"I don't think you seem to understand what the main reason Dragonsword is here for," Sir Amalar said, sitting up. "We're not here to go about raiding and pillaging. My men are far too valuable for that. Rather, why don't you and the rest of the army give it a try, we'll be here guarding our kingdom while you're getting your arse kicked."

A few chuckles came from around the table. "It is a favourable idea, indeed," began the king. "We will take the whole army, but chunk to test the waters. Scouts you could say.

"Sir Amalar, one of your men will be leading these scouts to the other islands. They will not engage unless absolutely necessary, rather they will get intel on what type of forces our neighbouring islands have, if any."

Sir Amalar agreed, seeing that he could establish his own magical means of communication with his agent during their scout, he would be able to report anything he finds directly to him. Sir Amalar would then be able to assess the island's military capability and see if more of his agents are needed. Soon after, the military leaders and advisers started talking of menial things that were of no interest to Amalar, and so he went back to his initial position of his fist on his cheek in boredom.

[yoshua171]

Ksærnataikh'i L'shter'n "The Serpent of Ascentus"
Ascentus --> The Mainland

Epic Score - Time Will Remember Us (Gabriel Shadid)

Coils stirring, scales subtly rubbing together, muscles pulling and pushing against one another, a behemoth rose. Rested he had, what time had come now? He could feel a distinct difference, and despite knowing that inherently he must be much larger now, it had taken him a fair amount of time to get used to it. Thankfully the dwarves and the 'angels', as they called themselves, had been very accepting of his presence. In fact it seemed that the dwarves had enjoyed it, afterall it was rather difficult for anyone to attack your mountain hold when its defenses were doubled, nay, tripled by the presence of a massive sleeping dragon.

Shrugging off the sleep that he had now taken several months to entirely shake off, he lumbered in the direction that he vaguely smelled home off the sea. Grinning, the edges of his reptilian lips curling upwards slightly, he lifted his head and shook his entire body, awakening his muscles. 'It will be good to get home,' the dragon thought with the smile now having moved to its lustrous orbs. Walking now, the dragon began to relax and tighten his wing muscles instinctively and intentionally to ready them for flight. It would not do to suddenly have a cramp midair, not that simply would be disastrous. So he took a good 10 minutes or so to stretch himself and move about before he half-unfurled his wings and erupted forth with a burst of powerful speed.

His legs bounded across the earth which heaved beneath him, and his wings unfurled as he pushed upwards with his hind legs in a thrusting jump. WHOOM the first thunderous undulation of his wings in roughly 700 or so years, it felt absolutely amazing, and he repeated the process in earnest. Lifting into the air he tucked his limbs beneath his chest and tail he used his long sinuous extremity as a rudder --his tail-- to steer himself, while maneuvering his weight for broader turns. As he gained altitude his resistant eyelids shut over his eyes, allowing him sight, but blocking harmful insects and moisture from striking his precious eyes. Surveying the land scape below him he roared in jubilation and then turned his head as leader, his body following suit, and headed directly for the Mainland that he saw far far off. It was wonderful to be awake, AND FLYING! Soon he'd reappear in his home, he wondered if any'd remember, probably not for most mortals die as dragons sleep, most mortals die.

Arsædor Zerumat "The Rose"
The Mainland

04 - Cazador del Amor

“Whoever you are, you had better have a very good reason to be in my rooms.”

"Wow, what a way to greet an old friend," stepping from behind the curtain of a window that was --amazingly-- no longer open, Arsædor stood looking out upon the city, with his back entirely turned to an assassin, where he watched as the sun made its way through the sky. He could not help but admire its beauty despite the languid curves of the woman behind him, the curves he so wished he could caress, and have all to himself. Alas, it was not so, but he would make it be one day that he knew for sure.

Turning, the man would walk, keeping his eyes off of Taboo's body entirely, and observe the room as he confidently --and calmly-- articulated his purpose. "I thought you might miss me Tabby," using his pet name for the rising assassin, he smiled, knowing she could see it even without him turning, and continued "...so I thought I'd drop by, of course not without a reason to --though I need no reason to be in your presence." Stopping his movement he appeared to pick up and survey a small crystal he'd seen on a desk "Of course all this is only relevant if you are, first of all, willing, and second of all, clothed and prepared." With that he walked to the door, and before exiting entirely --as he had pushed it open slightly already-- he actually glanced back, meeting only her eyes and eliminating the periphery of his sight to her face, and said "I'll be waiting outside." With that he turned and pushed his way quietly out the door where he vanished as it swung shut behind him.

This man was known, at least by Taboo, to visit whenever he pleased despite her constant denial of his advances, but at least he always brought business. Of course, such was his way, afterall he was Arsædor "The Rose", he had a name to uphold as well.

Acriane "Eærheim".
Cthonia

Having nearly fallen from the face of the earth, at least in terms of notability, Acriane was nearly upon her destination. While her test by the wondrous form that was Mo'rden had been hellishly wonderful, it had taxed her nonetheless and so rest had been sadly necessary. So for the last month or so she had been headed directly to the place she had once commonly called home, to the resident palace of the ruling Vrogreon leader, to Vrangr --her father's-- estate. A dark smile touched her lips and lit her eyes with a fiery glow as she traveled, for very soon she'd be capable of shadow jumping and no longer would she have to tire her body to gain distance. Of course, the problem with shadow jumping was, while for most the fact that they did not possess darklings, that a certain proximity between shadows had to be achieved. However, it was not all too troublesome for in barely an hour or two she would be where she needed to. Who knows though, maybe she'd run into something, perhaps a Kolyok, or even such a thing as a werewolf.

Akraina
Cthonia - Underground

Unbeknownst to her, the timid little Karceit was rather near a dwarven settlement and as she delved beneath the earth, far safer than above, she wondered where she was going. Even with her innate senses to guide her she didn't really know what she was looking for. In fact, not only that, but her surroundings had become distinctly dull and boring. Frowning as her 'wings' thrust and sheared rock before her she wondered when she'd be able to see something new, something different! As if on cue her wings broke through the earth and she toppled into a corridor in a mess of dark purple glory. Catching herself so she did not fall, as it was indeed what appeared to be an incredibly long stairwell, she began righting herself only to stop movement entirely. Her eyes still closed, her other senses were telling her something, no...someone? was nearby, but who?

Ksærnataikh'i L'shter'n

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Arsædor Zerumat

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Acriane

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Akraina

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[happyhobo2000]

Duke Argon of Icefire & Lady Massidia of House Icefire
Fortress of Icefire, Duchy of Icefire, Cthonia

Duke Argon had just finished the meeting in the Palace of Fire. It hadn't gone well and his sister Massidia knew this. These daily meetings were simply irritating, and took all morning. Of course, morning was a highly relative term for a dwarf- especially one in Icefire. It was close to impossible to tell what time it was, as dwarves rarely headed outside. Even if one did head outside onto the mountain plateau, there was a high chance that the constant clouds would simply block out any sign of the sun. Because of this, the dwarves of Icefire had bought a massive clock for the fortress, placed right in the great hall. However, the great hall was not where the Duke and lady Massidia were heading, and it wasn't in the Palace of Fire either. No, they were heading into the mines, the one place where the nobility could find peace. They reached the amethyst part of it, which was relatively lonely and removed from the iron the miners were currently extracting. Argon didn't know this, but this was the same spot his great-great-great-grandfather Stronghammer paced when he had troubles as well, the stress from founding Icefire often getting to his head. Now, the stress was from running the damned thing. "If I get one, one more goddamned talk about the economy, and one, one more response that what we should do is wait and see, I'll abdicate the throne and head straight into the depths of the mine, build a little hut for me, and grow a small colony in the depths of the world!" The exasperation was mostly to himself, but Argon did a good show of raising his steel arms to the air, extending his gauntlets to the sky as if he was pleading with a god.

His sister smiled, shifting some of her longish hair to the side. Massidia couldn't help it, Argon deserved this. He was the duke after all, and her big brother probably couldn't survive without the help of a score of servants to call on his every need. The mountains of gold that he personally held in the treasury were fairly helpful as well. However, she was tolerant. "Argon, you do realize that something interesting happening to you would be considered a tragedy to everyone. You live interesting. You don't think hearing all the towns complaints and personal stories is interesting? Come Argon, we only have another hour to get back to the Palace and allow you to do your hearings from the common folk." She began to walk out of the mines, and Argon started to follow grudgingly, a duke brought down like a child who is forced to come inside for the night and stop playing.

Suddenly a crash occurred in the mines.

The duke took the moment before his sister could call on the guards. He drew his great grandfather's weapon, Icemaul. "I'm going to check it out. I'm already in my armor anyways."

"What if it's a dragon?"

"It'll have to eat around my shell." The duke headed down the hall, his maul in both hands. Massidia took a lantern off the wall for her left hand, drawing a silver dagger out in her right. They weren't expecting to find a Karceit around the corner.

His sister couldn't help herself. "She's cute!"

Argon facepalmed, but then felt like he had to say something as well. "Umm... by the expression on your face you seem lost." This was interesting, even to him.

[Shoryu]

Kel'ran Vasni - Cthonia - Tailing Adair


It was an odd sensation for 'any' creature, leaving home, leaving behind everything you knew and venturing out into a world you know nothing about yet, It was both unnerving, and very exciting, despite such there was a firm determination in Kel's Movements as he proceeded beyond the hidden area belonging to the Remaining Senzora. He'd had the good sense of course to begin 'his' trek at night, certain there would be many dangers he had no knowledge of yet, and was as stealthy as he could be with what environment was available, for the most part he remained unnoticed to the numerous frightening creatures about the land, though he remained with one of his daggers at the ready. He perhaps is of course capable of dealing with a number of them, though in addition to a preference to conserve energy and supplies, The fact that he knows little to nothing about most of them entices him to remain silent and avoid conflict where possible.

It was sudden, he'd traveled maybe a couple of miles with relatively perfect lack of active danger, then just randomly he was snuck up on while ducking behind a large rock, it only failed to kill him because he picked up on it's rancid stench seconds before it was close enough to shove a blade in his back. He quickly hopped up ontop of the rock while whirling around with a defensive snarl to see an ugly humanoid thing with chunks of it's flesh missing and a murderous intent in it's eyes [human sort of Undead] "I was hoping to avoid this kind of encounter until I escaped this land, seems that failed now." He leapt up off the rock as it charged at him, bounding over it and stabbing at it's head as he passed, hitting the ground with a skidding spin to keep his eyes on it.

It appeared the stab had visibly caved in part of the back of it's skull, but it was un-hindered, and if that sort of thing couldn't bring it down, then he had to resort to something more dangerous, though he wasn't keen on utilizing his magic so soon in his journey, rather he began back stepping to keep suitable distance between himself and the advancing creature while one of his claws reached back to snatch a vial from within his pack. It was fairly small, and it had 2 different colored liquids in it separated by a small divider, and a little flint was embedded in the divider as well.

After a moment of gauging the range he took a leap back and let fly the little vial, quickly ducking behind a dead tree as it flew, and a moment later there was an explosion, albeit small compared to what one would expect of 'explosives', it was enough to cause an unearthly howl to come from the now heavily enflamed creature who was also missing an arm and a chunk of it's chest. He didn't stop to watch it die, for he knew the noise would certainly call more to hunt him down and he wasn't interested in being 'swarmed' while he was certainly alone, instead he ran as fast as he could, swerving behind whatever object he could use to ensure that he could make sure sight of him was lost. He actually bounded by or over a couple more similarly undead creatures, but using his momentum to knock them flat on their asses and continue on while they weren't immediately ready to notice him kept him from being tailed.


It was sun-up by the time he finally stopped running and took a rest behind a large enough rock not to be seen easily by anything that wouldn't be in his field of vision, panting quietly as he recovered slowly from that constant running for so long. He stayed there for maybe an hour, maybe 2, he wasn't keen on going anywhere while he wasn't ready to do just as much running again, that was when he heard something shouting nearby, tensing up at first until he realized it couldn't possible be talking about him, he was 'not' human and couldn't see whatever it was speaking, so slowly he shifted up to a crouch so he could rise little by little to peek over a rock to see what 'looked' like a human [Adair], though had an unusual scent to it, of course he didn't know what humans smelled like yet in reality, but it's scent implied that this 'human' was more dangerous than what had been described to him. The bigger threat though was the kolyok, though his only official knowledge of those yet was that they were some mutated undead things that were more dangerous than the usual undead, nobody over the last many centuries seemed particularly interested in 'studying' the creatures beyond hidden lands.

He stayed quiet and watched though as the creature suddenly threw fire as easily as he had earlier lobbed a vial, yet seemingly just as easily the 'human' dodged around the fire, closed the distance, and sent the Kolyok Flying like a heap with his counter attack. He was intrigued by this 'human', and remained quietly watching until he started continuing, he guessed north, then after watching to make sure the Kolyok wouldn't suddenly get back up and become a danger, he began to mirror the human's path. Of course he didn't just blatantly follow him, he kept sight of him here and there, but more or less trailed his scent and tried to keep himself hidden behind any available rock, dead tree, or random object he could stay concealed by. He wasn't sure whether or not the human would consider him a threat and attack, hence the attempt at remaining unnoticed while trailing him, but secretly following someone gave a better chance of safe exploration without personally encountering something beyond his capabilities. Of course he didn't have a clue that someone else was well on their to possibly interfering with that 'humans' travel.



Shoryu - The Mainland - South East

A dull snoring sound could be heard by those wandering the forest [just guessing there's a forest down there =P since nobody clarified Environment zones XD], and someone investigating would certain in the middle of a river on it's eastern curve [south west of north Aegis] slumbered a fairly large black dragon with many a secret, though there's little reason to detail that here. He slept, though it was not one of the 'great sleeps', just a nap, though god knows why in the world he would've chosen to do so in the middle of a river, though it was fairly deep he protruded from the surface enough to be noticeable to anyone looking his way... Chances are he just knew nobody would disturb a sleeping dragon if they wanted to keep their limbs intact.

Of course he'd already been sleeping for a good while that day, thus as a fish happened to crash into his muzzle from it being in the way, he awoke, and lazily rolled over, still half curled from the sleeping position and stared at the sky with a playful smile on his muzzle, he had picked up on something somewhere that had been slumbering for a fair age, though that's just one of his little secrets. It did however make him wonder if any dragons a fair age would recognize things like his scent, essence, voice, or anything were he to encounter them... For the time being though he was content to play to part of a dragon 'cleaning himself' in the river



[Ack, I got hungry suddenly XD the other characters of mine will have to wait]

[yoshua171]

Ksærnataikh'i L'shter'n "The Serpent of Ascentus"
The Mainland - Southeastern Coast

Epic Score - Time Will Remember Us (Gabriel Shadid)

Each wing beat signaled to him the passage through space and time meant to bring him home so it did not surprise him that he was lost in its rhythmic thrumming. It was wondrous to lose oneself in the amazing activity that was flight, by itself it was a pass time really and any truly appreciative dragon could revel in the sensation nigh endlessly. However as he had flown for hundreds of thrumming sets he opened his eyes and gazed downwards upon the Mainland as he neared it. He was not so far from the shore now and he could see some ways inland. In fact his senses told him that someone vaguely familiar was near. Changing his course he angled off and began to fly diagonally downwards towards the energy signature's vague location. As he neared it he found himself becoming more and more nostalgic, even briefly he allowed the cold ocean breeze to chill him merely for the wonder of its sensation on his thick hide.

Grinning his draconic grin he realized his gradually increasing proximity to the ground and swooped back upwards, hovering a moment to survey where he'd land. Then he saw it, a black shape shifting in a blue body of water: a river. His luminous orbs glowed and the maple leaf mark on his snout shimmered a moment as he realized it was a dragon. The edges of his mouth curled up even more in a true smile and he swooped down again, this time doing so only 50 feet above the dragon. While to some this could instigate conflict, he had a feeling that the dragon might recognize him, and if it didn't he had the size advantage between the two. Regardless of the dragon's reaction, unless it was violent, he flapped several times in place, letting his altitude drop, until his hind-legs touched the earth. From then on it was all gravity and he let his ponderous body slam down, his forearms catching him as he did. Shaking himself and sheathing his wings upon his sides he glanced to his darker brother, for the dragon was black of scale. Nodding his head briefly in respectful acknowledgement, Ksær waited to see if the smaller dragon would respond.

Akraina
Cthonia - Fortress of Icefire

"What if it's a dragon?"

That was what she heard from around the corner, along with the movement of steel 'weapons...' and the clinking of metals '...and armor too'.

"It'll have to eat around my shell." The duke headed down the hall, his maul in both hands. Massidia took a lantern off the wall for her left hand, drawing a silver dagger out in her right.

She shivered and shrunk away as the dwarves came into view for while they were indeed much less hostile with her race, she was young, timid, and out of her comfort zone by far.

"She's cute!"

Lifting her head to look at the two and more obviously opening her pupil-less eyes she looked over the two. While most did not know it in earnest, it was an obvious fact that the Karceitians were wrought from some form of magic as without pupils they ought be unable to see. Regardless, they could, she could, and viewing the armored dwarf seemed to scare her quite a bit. Tentatively she rose to her full height, really not all that tall (5'7), and found herself standing over the two dwarves despite them being further up on the staircase in elevation. As she stood her eyes wandered to the female, the one who had complimented her.

"Umm... by the expression on your face you seem lost."

Seeming to somewhat confirm their lack of hostility her muscles relaxed and her 'wings' lowered and made themselves less prominent by being placed on her back. "Y-yes...you're not gonna, en-s-slave me are you?" Her brow creased in worry and one of her wings twitched for despite her cuteness she was incredibly dangerous just like any Karceit could be. While in truth she was essentially harmless, she could become a force to be reckoned with if she used her wings in combat, afterall they were totally capable of shearing through solid granite with extreme ease, a mortal body wasn't much different. Regardless as her eyes wandered to the woman she seemed to lighten even more in tension and smile ever so slightly, the woman seemed kind in appearance, and her clothes were pretty~

Still a bit fidgety she twirled a bit of her own darkly hued hair with a free left hand, while her other hand seemed to grip randomly catch her thin subtle tail every so often. It was a rather adorable sight to see her so needlessly frightened and uncomfortable, but oh well it was really in their nature. Young Karceit were essentially taught to be cute when faced with danger, and failing that to be deadly effective and brutal. She had been taught well.

Ksærnataikh'i L'shter'n

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Akraina

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[Draconilian]

Ark did not know how he got roped into this situation, and he also didn't know it's importance, but he was doing well (apparently)

"Here's your next glass sir"

This one was bubbling and red. Ark didn't know it, but Dragons naturally resist alcohol, only a few special types of fruit create a chemical that makes alcohol effective on Dragons, and this tavern was by no means wealthy enough to have access to afford those beverages.

Ark downed the drink, and the two remaining humans passed out, completely intoxicated, if not alcohol poisoned at this point.

'Here's the prize money, uhm, sir..?"
The bartenders questioning tone indicated he didn't know who the Dragon in front of him was.
"Arhkraxx" he said, pronouncing the entire foreign name fluently "but I've never met a human who can say that, so I'm Ark."

The silver scaled Dragon left the tavern, a brown sack of coins in hand, surely enough to purchase what he wanted

Ark visited the blacksmith, tailor, and apothecary, in that order, left with a little over thirty coins. Here is what he had purchased.
A set of buckles, plates, and a single shortsword (to Ark's proportions, a knife)
From the tailor, he got leather and had all the above crafted into a belt with enough pouches and accessories to carry nearly anything, as well as his knife as a backup. And had the plates made into metal vambraces. Just in case.

Finally, at the apothecary, he grabbed some medicine, putting it on his belt, he was well and truly ready for anything.

Ark left the town, and wondered exactly where to head next, he wanted to find some wizards and learn what he could about magic, he was not taught by his family that Dragons and magic don't mix well of course.

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Adair had kept moving past his confrontation with a psychopathic mutant, keenly aware by smell that there was something else following him... He wasn't familiar with what it was though, regardless he made sure his route left very little to hide behind. He didn't want to quite confront it just yet. Could be one of the Kolyoks again, though it didn't smell like it.

Adair decided to be foolhardy and pull an experiment, might be related to the full moon above. When he got a chance, he transformed, hopefully in full view of his follower, he glanced back and kept moving with a flick of his tail.

[Shoryu]

Kel'ran Vasni - Cthonia - Tailing Adair

Kel'ran watched and followed as steadily as he could, taking each moment when the one he followed would look away from his direction, to leap from one hiding spot to another, The cover was growing more sparse however, though he wasn't quite certain, he was a bit suspicious that it was because the man figured out he was being followed and seeked to deprive his pursuer of vital environmental cover. He was juggling the idea of ending his pursuit, about the time he peeked out to see something he totally didn't expect, and grew wary for a moment after witnessing the sudden transformation, on instinct a hand slipped back to grab another of those colorful fire-bomb Vial's he had, loathing the idea of wasting another already, but he'd heard of werewolves, though scarcely, all he needed to know was that they were crazy and dangerous and not to take chances with one's survival chances while one was around.

This event was odd though, he'd 'certainly' never heard of the uncursed variety, and this one in mere seconds defied everything he knew of the creatures, which wasn't much of course, but in a way that made him more wary, but also far more curious, and with the spreading of cover, continuing to stalk this one may turn into a hostile encounter.

With that in mind he hopped out of cover ontop of a big rock, sliding down it's side and slowly walking closer to the now far fluffier man, though he kept a considerably greater distance than that kolyok had, and was excitably twirling the colorful vial between his clawed fingers, eyes locked on the man as he spoke and did his best to look more dangerous to attack than he really would be "I've heard of werewolves before, Buy you already defy what knowledge I have of them, are you some other form of shape shifter perhaps? I saw you KO that Kolyok without much effort so I already expected you weren't 'just a human'." He didn't make any out-right aggressive movements, but he knew from his miniscule observations that the man wasn't a fool, he wasn't stupid, and he was certainly fast and could potentially take him out in an instant if he gave him a proper opening, his current plan for survival if he was attacked? Leap back as hard as he can while throwing the vial where he'd recently been standing so the wolfman would drive himself into the resulting explosion, and then run like all hell.




Shoryu - The Mainland - South East

Perhaps he had a special affinity for the water, he seemed unusually happy for laying there in the river with the water splitting around him and crashing into him, of course it was a soothing sound to many a creature, regardless he didn't seem to act phased as a much larger dragon approached form the sky, taking his time stretching out thoroughly on his back before finally rolling over. He rose up on his great limbs, Sinew bulging beneath the thick scales despite his size, stretching out once more now that he was up-right, not needing to glance up to check the other dragon's position as he could sense he was still high enough to to avoid being splattered, then took a moment to thoroughly shake himself off and scatter the water about and partially dry off.

As the much the larger closed on the ground to land, The smaller padded his way out of the river, the appearance of natural wind blowing along to rush water from his paws and out of his mane as he touched land, not seeming to react to the sudden THUD of the larger dragon completing his landing, however as the golden one gave a respectful not, it was curtly reciprocated by the smaller dragon who provided a curious smile "You have the feel of the great slumber still about you, such a long sleep it must have been as well, You've grown quite a bit since you last woke." For a moment he'd debated internally on describing it as 'short time' or 'long time' in reference to the larger one's sleep, but he decided that one would be contradicting himself, and the other was invalid as to 'him', a handful of centuries was not considered 'long'. "I suppose I get to be the first dragon to welcome you back to consciousness."





Nameless - Mainland

It's a funny thing, being lost, It seems miniscule when ultimately you were never 'un-lost' in the first place... Ever since he'd arrived on the mainland he'd been wandering randomly, occasionally he managed to see a town, other-times he'd bump into random strangers on the road or in the wilds, It took a while to realize what in this 'land made of dirt and wood' was to be considered a road, More than once he happened upon a private residence and ended up getting run off.

Now, He was passing around the edge of what looked like just another town, he had enough meat and such from a recent hunt already so he considered little need to actually go through the trouble of entering a town where he'd look horribly out of place and stir up god knows how much trouble just from not knowing exactly what to do with the people there. Such was the path that lead to crossing the road on that another dragon was already present on [Ark], Where he stopped in the middle suddenly upon seeing the first 'natural' dragon of his life thus far, suddenly speaking as he turned towards him with a mild mix of surprise and curiosity obvious in his voice, also tinged with a slight metallic echo from his helmet. "What curious fate this is, at last I've found another, so different though..." He spoke up a bit louder after that bit of self mumbling "Pardon me, but are you a normal dragon? I haven't had luck finding any others for a long while now."

He didn't approach yet, he wasn't sure how to react to this at the moment, partly excited but also worried of the potential outcomes here. Of course he had the suitable shape and size of a dragon, somewhat smaller than the one he was addressing, but covered in what was obviously magitek armor that made him look far more 'broad' than he really was, and casting a magical glow about himself. Behind himself were mixed hints of emotion as his tail swayed about excitedly, but his wings were noticeably stiff as though he expected to need flight at any moment.

[Aristocrap]

Sergeant Saul Karviz readied the combat shotgun in his hands, glancing quickly back at his squad. The five of them were stacked against the back doorframe to the Looking Glass Tavern, an infamous establishment tucked away into one of the corners in the city of Helsdorf. The rest of his team carried swords and axes, held in preparation of their entry. A nod from Saul's second-in-command confirmed the team's readiness and Sergeant Karvis kicked into gear. The door burst open with a strong kick, drawing every eye of the bar to the initiates pouring in.

"Lidovsky Order! On the ground! Get on the ground!" Saul roared. Patrons ceased their merriment, ducking under tables, falling from their chairs. Confused shouts rang from the tavern's guests, but most of them didn't need to be told what to do twice. At the leftmost corner of the room, one well-dressed individual sprang up, darting his head around the room in search of an exit. The others at his table shot up with him, hands reaching inside coats and at scabbards. Saul quickly brought his weapon to bear and fired, sending buckshot hurling into the mass of a bodyguard. The hired sword spun around from the force of the impact before slumping over the table. Three more men drew their arms with haste, advancing to stall the initiates so their boss could escape. No such luck. A second bang and another fell to the floor, dropping his club. Cries from the bar patrons arose at each gunshot.

"Orin, Ulric, stop him!" The two initiates broke from the group, bolting after the fleeing suspect. Saul and his remaining men engaged the bodyguards who tried to stall them. Steel met steel and the training of the initiates proved the victor. An axe blade parried a clumsy overhead swing and returned in a horizontal arc, slicing through rib cage. Saul cracked an attatcker's forehead with the butt of his weapon and answered with another bark from the muzzle. At the front end of the room, Ulric had grabbed hold of the runner's coat, snapping him back and hauling him to the dirty floor. At the same time, Orin's axe buried itself deep in the last guard's head. "Restrain him!" The suspect spat a string of curses at the initiates standing over him, flailing his legs as he was bound. Saul stepped over, pointing the end of the shotgun at him head.

"No more of your games, Roy Meavel. You're coming with us."

"Fething hell! Can't make good money without the Order getting in the way all the time," he muttered. An initiate hauled him to his feet and led him outside, followed by the rest of the squad.

"Sorry about the mess," Saul called over his shoulder. "Order business."