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Posted: Mon Feb 11, 2008 11:47 pm
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In a place that many would think that time had forgotten, there lie a realm where peace and conflict alike were both mediated with the aid of a group which was meant to be the keepers of the peace; the Dragon Riders. This group, born from a pact of peace in the war between Dragons and Elves, hold power in all lands, not only that of the Elves and Dragons.
Tradition is still the most prevalent rule of any of these peoples. When entering any of their territories, one must do so slowly, giving the people time to decide where their trust lies. Cross this trust and there will surely be a fight to decide whom is more correct. The fight, however, is always that of fist and sword. Only the Elves, Dragons and a few humans truly possess any magic abilities that would be worthy tools in a fight.
This, now, is where a group of friends and acquaintances move to the city of the elves.
(Ooc: Elven city is fairly large. There are a few elves on the outer perimeter to patrol for safety. Most who do not know the area, they will not be able to come as there are barriers of magic to deter strangers.
The greeting to remember - a person of lesser stature is to initiate the greeting. This is also said as a farewell. Initator: Atra esterní ono thelduin Reply: Mor'ranr lífa unin hjarta onr Initator: Un du evarínya ono varda )
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Posted: Sun Mar 02, 2008 11:50 am
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Posted: Sun Mar 02, 2008 12:23 pm
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Ziven landed on her feet, unsteady for a moment but otherwise fine. Smiling brightly, she looked around, at the grass and trees, then to everyone else in their group. She nearly laughed out of nerves and the excitement of moving on. "Are all well?" she asked cheerfully.
Feldspar felt discomfort on landing, mostly because she was still sore from having given birth but a day and a half previously. Recovering quickly, she rose to her feet, standing proudly as she stretched her wings, ready to walk or fly. She looked to both Brom and Tutsumi. "You are unharmed?" she asked, wanting to ask herself, to hear from their own minds, how they were.
Having been bent over to touch the rug, Brom fell over due to his center of gravity being in a different place and not having thought to compensate before hand. "My pride is a bit damaged but otherwise, great." he said with a chuckle, standing up quickly. Smiling to Fel and Tut, he nodded his head. "Aye, just as you are." he replied knowingly as Fel would not ask if others were alright if she herself was not alright.
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Posted: Sun Mar 02, 2008 1:11 pm
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Posted: Sun Mar 02, 2008 1:41 pm
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Posted: Sun Mar 02, 2008 3:01 pm
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Posted: Sun Mar 02, 2008 3:05 pm
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Posted: Sun Mar 02, 2008 3:10 pm
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Posted: Sun Mar 02, 2008 3:20 pm
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Posted: Sun Mar 02, 2008 3:32 pm
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Posted: Sun Mar 02, 2008 3:43 pm
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Posted: Sun Mar 02, 2008 3:53 pm
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Posted: Sun Mar 02, 2008 8:02 pm
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Posted: Sun Mar 02, 2008 10:44 pm
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Posted: Sun Mar 02, 2008 10:58 pm
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Sensing Xander's presence before she heard him speak, she turned and smiled to him, greeting him politely, pressing two fingers to her lips. "Atra esterní ono thelduin, Xander-ona." she said softly, looking to him with happiness.
Brom turned and raised his eyes to this sight, not truly knowing who this was, so he inclined his head in greeting also, but said nothing. "Any friends are welcome, of course." he said respectfully, hoping they would all be willing to wander in soon.
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