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What would a mother do for her child?
XXXWhat lengths would a mother not have?

Lady Crimson

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[Moonie1]

What would a mother do for her child?
XXXWhat lengths would a mother not have?

Lady Crimson

Lady scowled at the young man; nose crinkled.
"Of course not- I'm asking for a ballpark estimate so that I can have something to go off when I go speak with the Orc-...I'm actually be more concerned if you did know-" Lady began; bared her teeth - though it was not directed so much as Sora or Jun but more as to the general state of her distress.
"And I don't make it easy - he just is the sort that is a total monster." She hissed...before she frowned.
"....I don't think he'd last too long in our world; to be honest..." Even at the musings; her eyes didn't leave the child- At least...not until Sora spoke up again.

Don't worry about coin?- What was she about to- And Lady watched...and felt a small smirk grow. Ah- so that was her plan. Well; Lady applosed it; showing the rough crowd here a solid bit of force worked well for their reputation.

It continued to show them all that the Drakes weren't to be trifled with.

No; this would help them more really-

Lady visible to anyone paying that close of attention to her visibly relaxed as Sora spoke with the woman and a breath escaped her; audible to Jun as the boy latched onto Sora the moment she finished exchanging words with the Orc. Seemed the boy would be safe - for now anyway.

She stood when Sora came back over and shoved the kid in their direction. "Easy-" She murmured, reaching out to catch hold and steady of the boy before he could stumble against table or fall to the floor- And a tiny smile ghosted her lips; even as her eyes flicked over him in concern and worry.
"Yeah; let's get you outside at the very least." She murmured, standing.
"And even if they did change their minds; we'd quickly make sure they didn't have a mind to change shortly there after..."

She didn't seem all that sussed at the thought of gaining a child for the time being.

Lady moved her arms as Jun draped his cloak about the child- she moving to guard the boy from the other side while they left. She didn't repeat Jun's 'sweet' words; instead simply lazily letting a sharp gaze fall over any watching them. A warning - a blatant truth that if anyone came near- she wasn't afraid to deal with them...

And then they were outside - going to Jun's cart and once there Lady knelt a bit; giving the boy a gentle smile as her party's claric presented him with the rations..before she straightened; hand on her sword.


"Mhm...that we do. Firstly; the boy?....I have Rose Hollow that I could send him to. Hawkeye knows the way-" She said; nodding to her horse before giving the boy a long; steady look. He was an older boy: Unlikely to be adopted but then...her home wasn't really an adoption home either. It was for those without a place to go and this child....he'd be welcome to stay for as long as he wished-


"Beyond that - I traveled ready to work. ... Tybalt's never given us kind tasks before; so-...at the least; I'd have to pick up perhaps some more rations so the boy has something to eat while he's traveling - unless we work quickly with this.....task." Task - so she could distant herself as far from it emotionally as possible. It was just a task. A chore. Nothing more....


"As for the task itself...perhaps a surprise attack in the night; while they're guard is down. They're still fresh and new to this land; they won't know all the dangers they'll have to be on constant vigilance for- We could go in, shake up the others, take care of the DM and leave them to wallow. The world will swallow up the rest easily enough; I'm sure..." Lady murmured, voice thick and tight..before she cleared her throat; shook her head slightly and eyed the boy once more.
"...do you have a home to go back to; kid?...What's your name?" Lady asked softly.

Location: Grievesport - The House of the Devils
Company:Tybalt, Sora, Jun
Status: Road Tired and On Edge
OCC:Office Meetings can be the worst

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Name: Ragnar Standford
Race: Dwarf
Role: Rider
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Alexander Wayward

Alex

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● age : 17

● race : Human

● gender : Male

● height : 5'7"

● weight : 157lb



xxxxxxxxxxxxxx"It's what's on the inside that counts"

● personality : Cocky, bright, bratty, and spirited; Alex is generally a friendly young man who is keen to prove himself. While ready and willing to fight whoever or whatever to make that happen; he'd got a good heart and doesn't like to see injustice or people suffer.

● background : Alex is the youngest son of a local minor lord. While no dragon riders have ever been in his family line; he always dreamed of becoming one: A hope dashed at the news that dragons were not granted to humans. Upon hearing the news that a new group of riders had formed - one that welcomed humans; well...he couldn't let that opportunity pass him by; could he. Packing his bag; Alex set out to join up with this new order in hopes of making a name for himself and earning a place in history as a noble Rider.

● likes : plums, lemongrass tea, shiny gems, his hair, and singing

● dislikes : pungent fish, mud, his hair being messy or dirty

● role : Apprentice








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● weapons : Rapier
● abilities : Not much; to be honest. He is training in gentlemen fighting with a sword; and he has found that he possesses a small gift of magic - small flames at his fingertips or to create small illusions. He is fond of singing; and has always had a knack for being able to charm creatures with his songs.
● supplies : He keeps a knapsack for his supplies; his rapier, a small pen-knife; a shiny stone he found that he liked and kept, and a journal and a bit of ink and a quill to keep notes in about his experiences in learning to be a dragon rider.


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● age : Wyrmling - Young - Adult - Ancient
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● type: mainly for fluff. Chromatic? Metallic? Crystalline? A Sandy Howler or Abyssal High Dragon?
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Name: Alexander Wayward
Race: Human
Role: Apprentice
Player: Moonie1

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It Begins:

Ragnar Standford

Rook

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● age : 239

● race : Dwarf

● gender : Male

● height : 3'9"

● weight : 176lbs



xxxxxxxxxxxxxx"It's what's on the inside that counts"

● personality : He’s a little gruff and rough about the edges – but he means well and he’s loyal to a fault and will do everything he can for what he believes in. He cares a lot about his dragons and dragons as a whole – and believes that everyone worthy of a chance to bond with a dragon should be given that opportunity.

● background : He used to be a loyal member of the Magna Draconis – having aspired to be a member since he was a pup – as his father and grandmother before him had been. While a capable fighter and an expert in what he calls ‘demolition work’ – where he and his dragon will get under and behind enemy lines to weaken strongholds and barricades from; literally, just under the enemy; Rook’s main calling is husbandry and a little bit of zoology – enjoying working in and around the Dragon Sanctuary; helping dragons out where he can to make sure they nest happily and produce a good clutch. For the past few decades he’s been very vocal about starting up a new sanctuary – a safety fall back should something happen to the first.

● likes : fresh fruit, beer, happy dragons, knocking things over, and the peeps of chicks first emerging from their eggs

● dislikes : rats and other vermin that like to steal eggs, people with sticks up their backsides (that aren't him), the sun

● role : dragon-rider








xxxxxxxxxxxxxx"Swords? Or Spells?"

● weapons : A big hammer and generally his dragon's thick skull
● abilities : No magic to speak of; but he's got a good hand with most creatures and is very proud of the number of clutches the Sanctuary produced in the years he helped tend to the dragons there. He likes to think he's pretty good at pairing up dragons too that will have a good chance of passing along some fine traits in the next line. Handy with a hammer -
● supplies : A side-pouch with various herbs and grasses; or minerals he's learned over the years helps earn him at least a chance to run from any testy dragon he comes across. Keeps a journal to take notes.


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● dragon's name : Moss
● age : Adult
● gender: Male
● size : Draft
● type: A Spade-Headed Stone Burrower
● abilities: While this dragon possess wings – they are nearly useless for flight beyond very short-distance; controlled falls. Instead- with how these wings are angled and fold; they are used – at least traditionally – to protect softer scaled young as the parents burrow around stone and soil. Riders have been able to use this to their advantage: The wings are as strong as their scales and make for excellent shields as the riders traverse dangerous grounds – even allowing them to burrow with their dragons.


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🌹|Alexander Wayward

'Cause we will stand-
We will fight
We won't stop until you all see
We're the new kings

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