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A tall mountain was the primary landmark of this land for miles. On this mountain, a large fort is located, built near the peak, and also somewhat into the mountain. Fort Kaita, as it is called, named after the city of Kaita below it, is abandoned. Recent rock slides and the rough terrain have prevented all but the most determined humans from climbing up and accessing the fort. However, one dragon makes his home up here. This dragon's name is Devlin, the gray. He has no tolerance for humans, and will try to scare them back down if they come close to his new found home. Dragons, on the other hand, are welcome to stay and rest a while, provided that Devlin isn't disturbed often.

The great gray dragon was perched on what was once a watchtower for the fort. He liked it up here - he could see down the mountain and to the town, careful of any humans that might try to get up. Plus, he could see the skies clearly. Maybe he was annoyed or something, but the sky above the fort changed a bit, as the clouds darkened in their color. It wasn't noticeable with the darkening sky everywhere else, but Devlin saw the change. With a quick look at the sun - moon, for the sun had fallen a while ago, Devlin started down the watch tower headfirst, his sharp claws digging into the stone.

~Not rping~ I think it would be cool to have your gaia avaar in this, im using mine for this and no just because I wanna use the drakes on him wink

~Ok im rping now~

Heading in the same direction as the treasure hunting group but from the opposite side of the mountain the infamous summoner Drako Swiftblade was walking along with his twin dragons, Shadewing and Drakewing,
"How long until we get to the new gate?"

Drakewing, the white seer dragon spoke through his master's mind as dragons do, his voice like a gentle chime"About 2 days quick march until we reach the new gate."

Shadewing replied dryly in his deep gratting voice,"If this one ends up as the last one we'll end up 6 ft under by time we try to enter."

"As long as that infernal Petros doesn't alert the angels again with his blabbing we should be able to complete our plans before anyone even knows....."

Miwseshat stood up slowly, pushing her long curly auburn hair back from her jewel-green eyes, and, taking off the straw hat that protected her translucent pale skin, glanced at the dark clouds forming above her. "Devlin must be angry again," she thought to herself. "He has been upset a lot more lately. I wonder what is happening."

"With Devlin, it could be anything." The words formed in her head without really hearing them, although the sarcasm in the comment could not be missed.

"Now Jules," Miwseshet responded to her mint dragon, Julep, "Without Devlin, we would not be able to live here peacefully. We would have so many humans crawling around this place, we would never be able to grow the plants we need for our tinctures and remedies. I would have to spend all my time making stupid love potions for bare-chinned boys and dreamy-eyed girls. Or worse."

Miw pulled the sturdy iron hoe from the ground and looked back on her day's work, nodding in satisfaction.

"Or else I would have been burned at the stake or some such. And lets not even talk about what would happen to you or the others. Dragon scales fetch a high price in the markets, even still."

Julep muttered something to her that sounded like agreement, sort of, and wandered off to their cottage that sat a little more than half way between the abandoned city of Kaita and the fort of the same name that perched on the mountaintop above the city walls. He had to admit that Miwseshat was right. There was no way someone as skilled in the ways of herbs and lore as Miw was could survive in a populated area.

A medicine woman was not always welcome by society, especially a medicine woman that did not overcharge her customers for the latest do-nothing teas filled with exotic ingredients. And Julep didn't even want to think about Miwseshat in some human royal court. No, it was a good thing that she had worked things out with Devlin. In exchange for Miwseshat's dragon healing and grooming skills, Devlin let her live peacefully in the little cottage off the overgrown path between Fort Kaita and the abandoned city, where Miw could grow her herbs and tend her gardens in peace.

But on this cold, cloudy spring day, all Julep really wanted was to sit by the fire and sleep.

"Come on in, Miw, it's getting dark anyway. Let Devlin have his temper or whatever. It's time for supper." Miwseshat brushed her hands on the sides of her brown homespun work dress, and walked to the shed to hang up her tools and gloves. Now that Jules had mentioned it, she was getting a bit hungry.

hmmm actualy I was just thinking you where introducing the dragon sorrah! ill just go ahead and delete that post gonk redface sweatdrop

UPDATE: ok I deleted it

((OOC: Hey, it's alright. Sorry if I sounded mean or anything. I snapped a bit o.=.o

You know, a simple PM would suffice for two characters, but if three+, then maybe create another thread here, under the same name, but with the added "PLOT DEVELOPMENT" or something after? Then we could just talk about a plot, histories with other characters, etc?

Err um.. I'm lazy and can't think of anything to post...))

"NOW!!"
a bright spear flew trough the sky
"..."
"..."
"you failed..."
"I guess I did..."
Petros had thrown is secret weapon, a magical spear called gugnir, targeting the grey. However the spear had missed it's target. The grey was gonna see them now.
"How the hell did you miss from this close, you even hit magmatheridon from further away during the Dr-"
His thought was interrupted, a big blast was heard. A vivid color burst of smoke was seen behind the storm dragon...
"We hit him?"
"No there's something else there!"
There was. A black dragon was hit by the flying projectile and was now falling unconcious, a white dragon was following it from close.
"..."
"Blaze, if someone asks, the storm did it..."


Sorry, I had to spice things up a bit.

Even before Shadewing hit the ground Drakewing had already used his healing powers to mend his wounds and bring him back to reality.
Before he hit the ground Shadewing used his massive sinewy wings to catch himself and land safely.
Drako's eyes fixed an icey glare on petros, he knew all about the spear that hit shadewing, the spear that used to belong to him.
"PETROS!" even has he yelled the words his hand was forming an ice ball, the perfect weapon against a fire drake.