Dragons

[reccon]

"Why am i not dead?" the thought came to Schyte's mind with the same emotional impact as realizing it was raining. When you recive a message from an unknown person telling you to come to a mountain in the middle of the night, promising you revenge for the king's death, which would be enough to get your decapitated in three thirds of (what's left of) the kingdom, you must be either MAD or extremley overconfident to accept. Yet, even death seems insignifiant when, finnally, after being forced to watch the land being torn apart, the throne being corrupted, countless of innocent lives taken in sensless battles after dedicating your life to saving them you are finally given the chance to do something about it. And it looks like i did the right thing, no one came after my head, actually, no one came at all! The mountain offered a perfect view of every land mark over the next 5 miles, yet, unless that deer over there sent me the message this was a waste of time. ((sorry for the poor grammar))

[Emperor Nat]

Xaris frowned at the other figure in the small clearing. He sat up a tree, keen eyes slowly peering down at Schyte, attempting to reason out why he had been called here. Was this the shadowy figure who had slipped him the summons? If so, he didn't look like much. He continued to watch Schyte pace about for a little while, watching his gait and trying to decide whether he was a threat or not. Eventually, his mind landed upon 'not' and he swung carefully down from his tree; landing a few metres away from the other figure with a soft 'thump'. And, with a deep breath, he decided it was about time to announce his intentions.

"You there." he called, coming a little closer; keeping his cloak wrapped around him for warmth. The icy winds atop this mountain were at best annoying, and at worst likely to give him frostbite if he were any lesser creature. "State your name, and why you've followed me up here. Are you a friend to the rightful king, dear murdered friend Soulirus, or are you another imposter trying to claim his throne?"

Xaris growled, a small puff of flame leaving his lips - if only to emphasise the point.

[reccon]

Schyte tried to turn to face the attacker, but he tripped on a root and landed head first on the ground. He tried to get up, but he felt to dizzy because of the hit to the head, so he just laid down and replied with a startled voice:
"You jump out of bloody nowhere and start screaming who am I? Who are you?!"
Apparently, his observation skill was just as pathetic as usual, you could march an army behind him and he wouldn't notice.ould march an army behind him and he wouldn't notice.

[Emperor Nat]

Xaris frowned, looking Schyte over again. He didn't appear to know what was happening either - and clearly had no idea who he was addressing. So there was no need to keep him in the dark about it; if he was an enemy, he probably would have declared himself as such after the whole 'King Soulirus' bit.

"My name is Xaris Ekballoh, acolyte of the Holy Flame of Heaven and friend to the true King Soulirus. I intend to find the fool who started all this, and put upon him or the blood he rightly deserves as is mandated by proper justice. Then the world can finally have some peace again." He muttered this last sentence to himself. "And I ask you again - who are you, and ought I to cut you down here? Or are you perhaps an ally in these dark times?"

Xaris flicked the front of his cloak away, allowing his body to be revealed. A sword hung at his hip, although it was doubtful he would need it. His body was clad in simple leather, the front of his shirt open just enough to show a glimpse of a large black tattoo across his chest. He still kept his hood up however, not wishing to give too much of his identity away - Schyte had his name, but he would not yet be granted Xaris' face.

[reccon]

Holy flame of heaven? Only a complete zealot would declare his religious status with such pride... Great... I've been called here by a pshyco, he'll probably tell me that the blood god requires more blood in order to save the kingdom. Realising he was staring at him for a while now and he'll probably lose patience and just kill him if he didn't state his intentions he quickly moved focus from memorizing the escape routes to trying to say his name without looking at his sword.

"I am Schyte, former physician at king Soulirus' court, and why have you called me here?" he sounded a little nervous, but at least he didn't stutter.

[Emperor Nat]

"I didn't call you here." Xaris frowned at the dragon opposite him. It was becoming doubtful that he knew anything more about this meeting than Xaris did. But then again, if he had been a physician at King Soulirus' court, he would have had privileged access to King Soulirus himself... access that might yield information, if nothing else. But then - with access also comes temptation. Was this it? After a year and a half of searching, had a stranger delivered to him the murderer? It was not as satisfying as Xaris had imagined, to face him now. But this was surely it.

Xaris grabbed his cloak and threw it aside, revealing his face; twisted in a look of anger and confusion. Xaris' body was now properly viewable and although his tattoo was still hidden beneath his shirt, Schyte could see a little more of his strong physique. Xaris roared, both of his arms immediately twisting into their (fairly large) scaled draconic forms - scaled, black, clawed. He pointed angrily towards Schyte.

"If you are who you say you are, then you must know something of the murder of the King!" he shouted. "So state everything you know, now. Everything - do not try to lie to me, or I promise you'll regret it. Who is the murderer? How did he get into the palace? What, if anything, is your involvement in this? And if you are involved, say your final rites to the Holy Flame as I shall send you to him in quick order."