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"Oh my God, Bullridge!"
Hano yelled from the top of his lungs. "Where's the freakin' pub, I need a drink!"
He wandered and searched, and finally got to the Bullridge Pub.
"Thank the Gods...." He said breathlessly, and wandered into the pub.

Greatful for his kind words Maero smiled and took a long keep sip from her goblet of mulled wine. She listened intently to his story- giggling when he told he rhow he accidently turned his hair green, and then just decided to keep it that way.
"I think it suits you- you match your companion." she said pointedly, then tok another deep sip...
...this stuff tasted reallly good, and soothed her throat.


" I bet the elves would enjoy your look-" she chuckled, then suddenly stopped. Having remembered what happened.
"..the elves... the elves used to be a neutral nation- I wonder what changed, and who was that man who rescued us from them?"

Maero finished her meat and vegitables, then piled another helping...
From and outsiders view point- the girl was eating a scary amount- but she was indeed 'eating for two' her body burned the foot quickly and stored it where it counted. She could last without food for a while- but if given the chance, Maero could burn and store a good amount away for her dragon to use, every little bit counts.

(will I be able to interact with any of you, or will I just be talking to myself here?)


He sat down and asked the bartender for a bottle of anything non-alchoholic, and got a drink set down next to him in a glass mug.
"You're gonna have to take off that mask to drink, stranger." The bartender said with a slight chuckle.
"Not in front of you." Hano replied, and walked into an empty stall in the bathroom, took off his mask, and began to drink.

*In Bullridge Outpost*

Brom felt like an idiot, a childish one at that. He used to be serious, calm, and wise with experience under his belt. Ah...good old days when he wasn't five hundred years older. He suddenly looked at his reflection in the pubs window in outpost for a receding hair line. Okay, now he felt a bit younger! He just needed to get the rust off and get back into the swing of things again.

Upon coming to the solid rock wall, that he knew was his entrance to get him to the two young riders, Brom decided to return to Bullridge. He had only met the two for a short time, minutes to be exact, and he was fearful that turning the rock wall into a pile of rubble would get them hurt. Especially the young Spirit Rider. That and he had felt a presence there watching from the other side of that damn rock obstacle. Hopefully he was able to warn off any suspension. So he was now on plan B.

A little wind chant had Bullridge bit windy at the moment and Brom ears were picking every bit of chatter and dips in the wind that might show possible opening in the rocky sand cover terrain close by. He was rubbing his chin thoughtfully when he picked up on something. His eyes fell upon a rather more upscale house to his left. Windows were open, along with is doors, to keep the upper part of the building cool. "Now," said Brom with a small smile, "...why would a house like that have holes in the basement floors."

Brom knew all too well of this rumors of a gang of thieves that ran Bullridge in secret. Who didn't know? It was a well known fact that simply didn't have a lot of fact to it. However, Brom had to give credit to its leader. The biggest part he hide well, the part about really being the King's personal lackeys, followers, and admires if he ever came back. A frown suddenly appeared on Brom's face. It would seem they were correct about their hopes. Still, he wasn't completely sure of anything at the moment other than getting the two riders out of there and soon. Many of the past knew about this old resistance but gave it little mind too. At the moment it was simply known about, perhaps they should have found out bit more about it, mainly...where the hell it was!?

Pulling a hood over his face he advanced on the house and the moment he reached the gates he was stopped. Though he was not in the mood, as he had already spent the most of his day looking and searching for the riders. So, the gate guards got a lovely first encounter with his fists. "Some guards," echoed in Brom head, " I barely laid a finger on them before they went down!" He was quick to place copies up in their places. Anyone with a brain would noticed something was amiss but not until they were literally up next to the copies.

Brom walked up the stone stairs leading the door, giving his surrounding a good look over. As he finished, he wrapped his fingers around the doors handle and immediately recoiled, jumping back like startled cat. "Son of a..." Brom cut his yelling short, giving his surrounding another look over. Luckily no one came running from his shouting. He glared at the door and immediately took notice to the wards on it. "Smart a** of a leader...you think you’re so smart, so clever....dumbass," muttered Brom as he moved over to the east wall of the house where the windows were open. He refused to admit to his mistake because anyone of his age and ability would have been able to see that ward a mile away if he simply gave the time to look before proceeding into the house. "Have to do this old fashion way." And by that he meant climbing up the wall and into the window. Learning from past mistakes, recent ones, Brom took note that the window was completely unguarded. "Brat doesn't think anyone can get to them huh," stated Brom, tapping his foot on the ground in slight aggravation, "well I am not just anyone you King butt cleaner."

A little chant of strength here and there and a jump and Brom was in. Now he just had to clear a few floors and tunnels. Should be simple enough? "Hey, I heard something over here..." Or so he thought. Perhaps he shouldn't have let go of his being the leader of the Varden title. Maybe he wouldn't have been so damn rusty...and...grumble...foolish ....!!!!!!!!

He couldn't believe he admitted to that....


*In sides the tunnels*


Hatal's form shimmered and soon the cloak, foul smelling Darza took form. He waved his hand in a manner that told Rouchlos to walk down the hall with him. "Your presence for the moment," spoke Darza. Darza failed to mention that was all the King told him. He would be damn if he was going act so lowly in front of Rouchlos and let the brat think he was better than him. He wasn't...he simply had his use for the moment and like everything else, everything eventually lost it use in Darza eyes.

The two soon entered a large chamber, a very large one that had an underground river flowing around the edges of it in a "C" shape. There, rising on a long, thick neck, rose the King's dragon's head as he became aware of the two presence. Pitched black eyes that had both Darza and Rouchlos dwarfed in comparison too watched their every moment as they walked forward. As they neared, the dragon tail wrapped around and blocked the entrance; its tip completely covered the door and a lot of the rock wall around it.

"You have done well Rouchlos," sounded off a voice next to the dragon’s chest, "He may not seem so, but he likes it when he can expand his wings without hitting things. The chamber was well done." A tall and tone man looked up to them. Half of his black hair was long while the other half had been cut to length around his shoulders. Yellow Brimstone eyes took on a humorous expression as he chuckled at Rouchlos. "What...did you expect an old, bald, fat, ugly man," ask the King with a hint of curiosity. He rose into a standing position, tossing aside reports on missions and the buildings of Rouchlos hideout for the past years. The papers floated onto his dragons open palm that acted like a desk. "Old I maybe, but I am not that old," stated the King before turning to Darza.

"You want to kill something old friend, feel free to speak." Darza hood couldn't hide the grinning mouthful of razor sharp teeth that had long been stain with blood and turned red. "The brat with our female Spirit Rider. He clearly knows you, apparently you two have a history, but he is useless to our plans.," spoke Darza in a calm voice, when he wanted nothing more to do then to rip Mr. Macho heart out and eat it to extend his own life even more, "He is too stubborn to be controlled by any means but he is full of himself. I would like nothing more to....take care of him...Master." Darza lived though the means of taking life from others. What he ate from others became his own organs, blood, nerve, bone, and more. When he felt like something wasn't working, or simply was bored, he would replace it and have fun doing so.

The King chuckled then before turning to Rouchlos, "Do you think this rider that has my dear old friend to fired up is worth anything to us? I fear if I don't give Darza permission he will go mad but I don't want to waste something might be useful, no matter how small it maybe."


*In Relena chambers*

Relena eyes saddened greatly at the mention of Sebastian’s condition. She knew that Kaida could survive months, years even, in such and environment. Besides, if the town folk had not killed her yet, then something, someone, was protecting her, or concealing her. Gwen would know, no matter the distance, if her dragon had fallen. "Kaida will live, but I fear of Sebastian. He is human, and such conditions do not favor well with them," muttered Relena sadly.

She turned to look at the mark under Gwen's rider mark. She knew what it was. Powerful, strong, and dominating. "It is a brand my dear Gwen. For what the brand is, I do not know. Perhaps the royal b*****d will tell me shortly. He wishes to speak with me on neutral ground if he can...." Due to her state, Relena was unable to tell if the Brand was simply what it was...a Brand...or a Brand that came with perks. If that was case, she hoped Gwen would not trigger it into activation because it would make Gwen very aware of it presences. Brands such as those could control you, your mind, cause untold pain, and even kill. "Be careful Gwen, this Brand can be dangerous. It is possible it is more than a simple mark of ownership and if it is then it will activate and I cannot tell you what it will do to you if you do something to turn it on," explained Relena carefully.

Pain once again radiated through her, making a painful cry escape her lips. There was no way to tell Gwen everything she knew to help her, but she had to try. Relena knew her time would be short, and even shorter with Gwen. The spell she cast to save Mai and her children was backfiring on her differently now and she was too weak to analysis herself to find out what to do or what was wrong. "Gwen, I don't know what is going on here but do you remember what I told you was your greatest power and your second best," question Relena?

It was the first listen she ever taught Gwen. Patience’s was the greatest and strongest thing you could have and then it was knowledge itself. Power, speeding, cunning...things like that were the latter and could be put in your own order after those two.


*At the pub in Bullridge*

The bartender watched the young man, the one with a hidden face, disappear for a second. Once he was sure he was gone he called someone over. "You seen that boy that was just here," ask the Bartender.

"Yeah I did, and I don't think I like the whole hiding your face thing here. It can raise such questions and problems," said a bald man with a tattoo running down the left side of his face. He was grinning as he spoke. "Perhaps we should show him some common courtesy here, don't you?"

"No," chime the Bartender, "Go back to the leader. Tell him what is going on. I think he might be interested. I will keep the brat occupied until you get back with orders alright. Go, he's coming back." The tattoo man turned and left just as Hano walked back up to the bar. The Bartender poured another drink and handed it to him.

"On the house, young sir. Where ya form...?"



((Alexander---I see my cleverly disguished bad guy did fool you. Damn it...! I will do better next time. I am a master of disguishes. *Evil laugh turned into coughing* ...ouch... gonk

Btw... I don't think Darza likes you... ninja sweatdrop


Tsubasa---So sorry about how sick you have been! Hope you feel better if you don't already. Reminds me...I think I will go and get vaccinated. Not exactly somone who wants to take chances at the moment sweatdrop . Anyway...welcome back and it is okay. I am trying to get this moving again. Brom will be coming around in my post or two. confused

Oh...I love your art work, so jealous that you can do that... crying


Espada---Time for an...er....offical welcoming. blaugh Welcome to the guild, glad to have you! blaugh If you haven't given yourself a bio, then please do so characters subforum. It is extremely helpful in more ways than one. I will do my best to get you going but at the moment, you sort of pick a bad time to start roleplaying in Bullridge. Any other place and you would have been bit better off.

Big Question...um...you do have a dragon...or no? neutral

Brisingr---um...er....Keep up the good work...he-he. emo At the moment, when it comes to your characters, working on your dragon mainly. Sorry...not much to say...he-he. sad

Morti---pick up the pace man! Move it...move it....MOVE IT...~!~
scream evil scream gonk

Just kidding. Doing a great job!

Though I am being to think Rouchlos is slightly gay...just seem to glow around the king....lol. I say that in a homorous nonhateful way to anyone and everyone.


To all---- Can you tell that I have had way to much coffee today!!!

WOOOOT!!!!

Calming down now....))

((WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME???? gonk ... lol just kidding smile ))


"I am unsure my lord. It is true that he has a history with your self. but he is a small threat if one at all at this point. His dragon, though oddly enough they have the proper links is not his own. even now you could probably kill him, and not even fear for his dragons life. Tenchi was not hatched to Katushito, so heir lies are not bound to each other. that one fact if anything would probably further your plans more than anything my lord..." Pausing for a moment Rouchlos finally hit a small snag in his mind. he didn't even know what the king was planning or why he was rounding up the few rider he all ready had. even his enemies from all thous years ago was now being held inside the stone halls. "If i may my lord... Why are you collecting female Dragon riders?"


((im not even going to try and defend the gay joke. because it was a little bit. but it wasn't so blaugh ))
**In the command suite**

Royka, had returned from his watch on the front doors of the hide out. The old man had stood there much to long to be just wondering around in the sands. but he had left just the same, looking disgruntled and distracted. Looking over the reports on the desk one in particular had caught his eye. within a matter of minuets Royka had sent out an order to the hole facility, announcing the doubling of the guards, heightened security measures, and a series f patrols to be set through all entrances and exits. With no reason being given out for the sudden and hasty call for presence in the halls rumors began to spread about of a killing within the walls. Though nothing would be admitted the rumors were true, a young dragon boy who was practicing his sword skills had found the late Captain Hatal's armor sprawled out on the ground coated in blood and a few bones stripped completely of their flesh. with what looked like ether bite or gash marks all over Royka feared the worse.

"What a wonderful start for the night." HE commetns in a sigh as he sits down still burning through the reports when a knocking came to he main door.
"Enter!"
He calls out not lifting his head up or caring who walked in.

"Sir, there is a Orange Sash here ho says there is something important going on in the tavern."

"A bar fight?... if its that simple send him off to fight his own battles."

Maero had chuckled, understanding a little of what Kat seemed to be dealing with, "Sometimes it can be hard to tell..." she giggled, finishing her ...wait-?!!

~..you didn't realize you were drinking so much?~

' This is your fault- you made me do that- you sneeky lil-!' the spirit rider exclaimed mentally- as she gawked at the goblet of wine- her mind suddenly recounting that it was her 4th cup. A pleasent soothing sensation began coursing through her, and she had only her possessing dragon to blame-

~My my- you drink like a fish-~

' Or someone with something else who can drink a blasted LAKE dry! why didn't you tell me we were onot our 3rd cup?!'

~You were so engrossed with talking to everyone I just let you be.. besides you're so wound up- you could relax a little.~

'There's a BIG difference!'

~...true... but you fight better when you're loose. you fight like you used to.~

'Why do you need that to happe-'

But their mental agrument had to wiat as suddenly Katushito was sudenly up and on his feet- behind her?! Maero snapped out of it and listened to his explaination. 500 years- He? NO!
That wasn't possible!

Maero rose to her feet suddenly alert.. but moving very fluid, her limbs lossened from her dragons substance tactic. She moved more like how she did back when she lived in the wild. It was how she used to live her life - back when it was just the two of them. Two bound in one. As Eleniel grew in the womb of Maero's mind and spirit, all her beastly instincts and skills carried over to her partner.
She provided strength- speed and knowledge, Maero was feral as any beast..
And as such- she was feirce.
Boundries are broken in motion when you learn without structure, when there was no dicipline or form, the body learns an interesting way to utalize itself, so it can cover the most distance, move the quickest- cause in the wild there was no second chance. You did your best first- or got eaten.

This was how Eleniel still liked their fighting together, even if she wasn't present int he flesh, she gave Maero protection in this way. As the years progressed, taking voer was more difficult..so sometimes Eleniel had to cheat and use other tactics to play her hand.



((Huggles Relena^^- I'm clena now- promise I wont spred cooties.))

(((anou..did it die again?T.T))

((I apologize!!!! It seems that every chance I get to move things along...I get suddenly very busy.))


*King's Chambers*

Darza's expression was one of utter disappointment. True, he wanted Kat head on a platter but he was always one to have fun in killing people. The brat would prove to be must unsatisfing in that department! "As much as it disappoints me to say this," muttered Darza, "...the brat may prove useful yet. Well...at least until the young female with him is detained."

The King nodded his head slowly, letting the suggestion roll around inhis head. He knew Darza wish of his disapproval. "If Rouchlos believes him to not be threat then, for the moment, he will continue to breath. I do hate to waste something that might prove to be useful to me yet," spoke the King before he turned to Rouchlos. "About your question, in time is my answer.".

Rouchlos had yet to earn that much trust. Besides...that knowlegde wasso very precious to him at this moment in time.

"Our other guests," asked the King to Rouchlos, "and anything you deem worthy for me to know?"

*Elsewhere*

Thirty near brushes with being caught by what Brom now calling a "no soooooooo bad headquarters" and he was in. Finally...!!

Luckily this were a bit more quiet down in the tunnels than above. Apparently the leader here didn't think it was needed due to all the his careful work above in this operation outside cover. Anyway, he was here now and making up for lost time. Being quiet was never a quick means of progress.

"alright kiddos," spoke Brom, "where are you?!" It was immediately after that had Brom speaking to soon. He opened a door and he was suddenly in a large dininghall. "God, what did I do deserve you hatred," said Brom as he looked up at a nonexistent sky because he had found the riders but he also found a small army with them.

"Hi, don't suppose you could act like I am not here....possibly," asked Brom as he wave nicely at the advancing men infront of him. "Nope, didn't think so....you two," hollered Brom to the young riders, "don't go any where because I am not in anymore of searching mood for you two. Be right with you in a second."