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 Posted: Sat Oct 20, 2007 2:07 am
He had failed. Risen wanted to wail in his anguish. He failed, he was dying, and the thing he had believed in had turned its back on him. The holes in his shoulders burned as the wind blew over them. What had he done wrong? Why did he have to die like this? Not five days ago he was a youngling with his whole life ahead of him and now...now he would most surely die far from home with no one to mourn him...his family would probably not even recognize him at this point.
The thought of death started to sink into his mind and he was unsure how to take it. Should he welcome it or try to fight it? Would it do him any good to fight it? If he lived what would he do? There was nothing out here for him. He had been labeled a traitor by his own kind as he couldn't go home. The humans would kill him out of fear or pity in the state he was in. Had he lost everything for nothing?
Then the anger set in. He had been a fool to try and follow a path that clearly didn't want him. To be used and then thrown away like this...what made that right? No...he wouldn't let that happen. He would deny death if only to spite the path that had led him to this point. He had believed in it. He had given his all to it.
His eyes opened and with effort he began to try and lift his body off the ground. He would live as long as he could. Part of him even tried to reach out to the blessed path to see if he couldn't take it back.
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Posted: Sat Oct 20, 2007 2:09 am
After finding one such branch, the ranger dragged it out to the road and haphazardly hacked off the small, protruding side branches.
"I take it you don't happen to live around here, do you?" Jay stated more so than asked Lynx while taking a swipe at a nubby little branch. The young lady wouldn't have asked about the local healers otherwise. "I'm not sure how well the people in the village we're going to will take to your dragon being there. Most are rather skittish on that one so you may want to stay on your toes."
After finishing up her work on the one branch and repacking the medkit bags she had out, Jay looked toward the young dragon to see if it had come up with anything suitable yet while grabbing some rope and the blanket she had stored on Dulcimer.
There was the sound of shifting gravel behind Jay and she turned to seen that one of the two dragons on the ground had not yet been snuffed of life. This one, however, was not wearing the armor of the Dragon Knights... which made the ranger edgy. Even an almost dead dragon could do damage.
Fighting away memories refreshed by Sain, Jay called to Lynx while reaching for her bow. "I think we've got another live one here..."
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Posted: Sat Oct 20, 2007 8:54 am
Midori found a long, thick branch lying on the ground, and quickly brought it to the ranger, the look in her eyes one of concerned efficiency.
Lynx replied, "No, we only arrived here recently; generally we tend to stick to forests and areas that are outside of villages, rather than trying to enter the villages themselves, for that very reason." Hearing the shifting gravel, her eyes widened as the purple-and-red dragon, still bleeding, began to get up. Seeing the ranger drawing her bow, Lynx cried, "Wait just a minute...perhaps this isn't what it looks like." Walking slowly, cautiously to stand a short distance from the dragon's side, Lynx asked quietly, "What happened here?
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Posted: Sat Oct 20, 2007 6:54 pm
Vastina actually bent and bumped into Rue causing him to slid onto her back. She then ran as fast as she could to keep up with Blade and the little black dragon. Rue had no choice but to hold on for dear life.
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Strained eyes shifted and attempted to focus on the humans and youngling before him. It was near impossible but he managed to bearly. "Battle...I...will...live..." His legs folded under him again but he stayed awake this time. "Protect...Prophetess...from hounds..." His breath was erratic in his fight for life.
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Kiddo Seanchain Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Oct 20, 2007 9:49 pm
The Blessed Path sat just out of Risen's reach, twisting as a golden thread at the edge of his conciousness. It was as if there was something holding Risen back from it, a wall of sorts, that hadn't been there before. Or perhaps it had been there all along and only Sain's presence had allowed Risen to access the power of the Blessed.
Either way, it remained firmly out of reach, as if it were waiting for something. There was a swell in the path, where it bellowed out into a circle, and there was a well in the center of this ring of light. Liquid dripped into it, crimson dark, falling from a shadowy shape somewhere above. The well was half-full.
All things must be understood in full. Every triumph and failure of life must be known to a Blessed: for to control these things they must experience them first.
Hammand's breathing grew ragged, tormented in his unconscious state by the pull of the bond between him and Lierce. Shut off as it was, it still pulled, and he began to feel the pain of his injuries again, unable to stay in the welcome darkness. Besides, there was something in the darkness, watching, and he was frightened of it. He forced himself to open his eyes and take in the blinding light, letting the world swim around him. Someone had removed his armor. He turned his head to the side.
"Someone?" he weakly asked.
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Posted: Sun Oct 21, 2007 12:35 am
The ranger had no argument against Lynx dealing with the mulberry-colored dragon. That didn't mean that she wouldn't draw her bow, however. She at least knew something about the man on the ground, which was more than she could say about the wingless quadruped.
Even though Jay strained to hear the conversation, she was just too far away: the stumbling dragon's voice being too weak to carry and Lynx's too hushed. She did, on the other hand, hear the voice of the incapacitated human behind her.
Leaving the dragon to Lynx's sole whimsy for the moment, Jay turned back around with bow still in hand and knelt.
"Hey, we've got you talking. That's a plus," Jay said, looking down over the now-conscious knight. "As much as it might hurt from here on out, you're going to have to stay awake now, you hear me? You got a few broken bones, so don't try to move around but do keep talking though. We're going to try and get you off the road and into town."
Remembering the branch the youngling dragon had brought back, the ranger quickly retrieved it after setting aside her bow, stripping off the sprigs from the limb as she did with the former one.
"If there's a bad leafy taste in your mouth, it's the pain killer. Not much I can really do about that one other than a bit of mint if you'd want it," Jay said hastily working on the branch. "How is that pain killer working out right now?" she asked, more just to get him talking than for actual information. The guy was probably in enough pain that he'd want an entire leafy bush on demand if he could have it. She'd had her fair share of injuries in the past, but nothing near this.
She'd wait to give him more for the pain when they had to hit the road. He'd need it then.
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Posted: Sun Oct 21, 2007 10:24 am
Lynx was still worried about the violet dragon; though he had said he would live, the creature was clearly still fighting for its life. There wasn't anything else that Lynx could do for it, though, so she turned her attention back to the fallen knight and the ranger, ready to help if she was needed.
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Posted: Mon Oct 22, 2007 6:03 am
Glancing over to the side as Vastina came running up with Rue on her back, Astalder just nodded slightly before picking up the pace to keep up. He would have made Blade ride him as well, but at the time being he wasn't quite big enough to be able to do that too easily. Perhaps he could try, but now wasn't really the time for that, and his human friend seemed to be doing well enough on his own feet anyway.
For a little while, Blade stayed at the pace he was at, but started to slow down a bit as he saw a man clad in what looked like dragonscale armor further ahead. His reasoning was just that he didn't exactly like the looks of the guy and wasn't sure what the man would do.
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Posted: Mon Oct 22, 2007 8:06 pm
-The man in Dragonscales turned his head from what he was looking at to the foot steps of sure enough a dragon and someone that surely spotted him he stood and got a good look at the Dragon...-
"Still young..."
-The man just slightly said to himself as he slightly glanced to make sure others dragon's weren't around... or at least yet but not taking his eyes to far away from them.-
"...I don't like the feel of this."
-he then waited to see what the other would do as they still ran semi towards him.-
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Posted: Mon Oct 22, 2007 8:23 pm
-Ashlynn came back slowly carrying the buckets of water and pored it into the trough and then looked around for the dragon she left behind-
"Dragon?"
-Crevan was sleeping borrowed in the hay till he heard the splashing of the water and he rolled over and got in a pounce stance hiding but still able to see through the hay.-
-Ashlynn looked around and then stepped outside as she still saw people walking down the main road, and her face sadden a bit.-
-Crevan then sensed her sadness and slowly crawled out with bits of hay falling off of him and he walked next to her and sat and watched the people packed with what they could carry on their backs and animals all leaving to what looks like the same direction. Crevan didn't really understand why though except that the dragon's showed in their home. Crevan wanted to ask questions but still wasn't sure how to speak yet...-
-Ashlynn was thinking about her father that traveled to the village.-
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Posted: Mon Oct 29, 2007 1:27 am
While giving the wounded time to comprehend everything, Jay noticed the Lynx had spent little time speaking with the wounded dragon before returning.
That was quick, the ranger thought to herself.
"It didn't happen to die on you did it?" Jay asked Lynx without any real concern in her voice unlike it had sounded just moments before.
There was at least no concern there if it were to die that was. If it lived was another matter...
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Posted: Mon Oct 29, 2007 8:49 am
Lynx shook her head. "No," she replied. "He said there was a battle and he would live...and something I didn't understand, something about protecting a prophetess from 'hounds'." Her voice was still concerned for the dragon, yet at the same time, perplexed by what the dragon had meant about the prophetess.
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Posted: Mon Oct 29, 2007 5:01 pm
Fighting the urge to instantly look at either Lynx or the wounded dragon, the ranger forced herself to keep her eyes on the knight at her knees.
Avalene surprisingly was right about the dragons having their eye on her for some unknown reason or else why would this one mention her eccentric title on its near-dying breath?
However, it wasn't the dragon's knowledge of the 'prophetess' that made the ranger pause. The existence of a prophetess wasn't completely unheard of in the world though in some outreaches it was something more of a fable. In her hometown, it was a bedtime story for little children, a superstition at best.
It was the word 'hounds' that pricked Jay's ears up. The only other person who used the term in such a fashion had been Avalene herself - something the dragon shouldn't have known.
"In your opinion, do you really believe that the dragon will live?" the ranger asked of the nearby Lynx.
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Posted: Mon Dec 03, 2007 5:00 pm
"I can stay alive," Hammand replied, breathing slowly, "Even though my master had to be called away his power is still mine and will sustain me. But the bond..."
And here the knight winced and turned his head to the side, face drawn with barely supressed pain. It was as if something internal was tearing at him, something that hurt worse than the pain of his injuries. After a moment he gathered his strength to speak again.
"Forget the wingless dragon," he finally said, "He's dying and nothing will stop it. They say... that in a dragon's final hour... their wings will be returned to them as golden light... so that they can remember what it was to once rule the skies." He coughed from the effort and laughed weakly. "Thought it was just a legend. But either way... he's dying and good for it, too... he did this to me..."
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Tarketh eyed the town before them with wary eyes. It didn't appear to be inhabited. He noticed his brethren Fallen veering out in their paths, apparently noticing the same thing and forming a scatter pattern to sweep more ground with. They wouldn't care too much if there was no quarry. They'd burn this town and then proceed on to the next until the war was started again. For this was Yvette's territory and she would not take such an attack lightly. It would be the old days all over again.
That bothered Tarketh a little. The warier humans became of humans meant the harder they would be to capture and bond. And he always needed bonds... especially now that his last one had expired. After he'd taken the trouble of keeping the thing alive after tearing off the human's new wings, even! So an empty village was a disappointment to him. But... no. There were creatures still there, making to leave. But they were not human...
He swooped low for a better look, two of the others following close behind.
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Kiddo Seanchain Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Dec 03, 2007 9:44 pm
-The man in the Dragonscales notice an over cast of shadows on the ground moving quickly, and he stepped back under a merchant stand to keep him some what hidden from the skies as he muttered to himself in complex thought and almost disbelief-
"Older dragons, ... Flying?"
-He readied his sword not knowing the true intentions of all that was going on but he felt like he had to know..-
"Friend please guide me."
-The Man in the scales said to himself again as he just watch what he could from where he stood. hopeing the Younger dragons wouldn't fallow him.-
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