Lyndria RP

[kroska]

Witium slid off Karasu and shook his head to the dragon, "Things are getting to complicated these days." He grabbed the bard by her shirt and threw her up onto the dragons back, "Both of you dimwits get on." Without another moments notice the elf ran toward the crowd. One of the commoners faces indented slightly as Witiums foot slammed into it. He pushed off from the commoner's face and leaped onto one of the building tops, "Thanks for the boost."

Now he sprinted across he roof tops until he got to the edge of town. With another leap he got off the last roof and started running in the direction of the dragon lands, "Man i hope we're going this way."

Sagor grinned and clapped his hands together, "Good, we'll sleep there then; hopefully on a massive pile of bones." A low chuckled bellowed from the Half giant. He'd finally be able to beat the snot out of something. With a hand at his chin he questioned, "I wonder how tasty dragon meat is?"  

[[Z_]]

Pushing through the croud the blur of dark hair and blue dress forced onward. Emeille broke free from the crowd and continued on to the group. "Did you do it? Did you save your friend?" She questioned, glancing to them all, and looking to Witium as he took off. She blinked, thinking to herself and looking the group over once more. "There's more of you now... And yet... Is miles still down there looking for that guy?" Emeille asked, heading over to the whole and looking down into it.  

[Simple Melodie]

Looking up into the sky he cocked his head, "why isss thisss place ssso noisssy?" Streaching his wings he started to go down the hill once more. Slowly, for his mucles still pained from his prefessional landing. Getting closer to the city he halted. "What happened heress?"

Angry people, destroyed buildings, not somewhere that seemed to welcoming at the moment.

Leaping into the air, he flapped his mighty wings and started to hover above the city. Hopeing no one would see a large predator figure over them, that would cause much trouble. And he didn't feel like straing himself to get out of there.

 

[Raniak]

Seg glanced around at the growing crowd around his bulk standing close to Karusu's height. "Everyone, I believe it is time to go." He leaned down a little. "Anyone who isn't on Karusu, get on I'll help you out."

The red dragon looked to Karusu and her elven mistress. "Please go, it's more imperitive that you and your friends go. I'll hold the angry humans off." He nodded and growled some as commoners grew near. He knew they had destroyed their home but...he hoped they'd recover. For now they had to take their leave.

He'd decide what to do with the group and they him after they were out of danger.  

[[Faelan]]

Yousei looked to Emille and immediately, it hit her... She quickly turned to face the tainted waters of the Life Spring. The oasis was cloudy and still, aside from the bits of debris which occasionally rose to the surface. Her eyes widened; her heart quickly sank.. Karasu turned toward the oasis, as well, though even her reptilian eyes could find no trace of him. She looked toward Yousei, whose pale skin was made bright by two shimmering streaks in the moonlight. The young Elf slid off of her dragon's back and allowed the coverlet to drop as her feet met the sand. She slowly approached the shoreline and merely stood there staring out at the caliginous waters, allowing them to every so often wash against her boots. The cold winds of the desert night did not faze her, as she dejectedly watched the still waters. All that she could think about was how horrible she was for being so upset with him, earlier. Never did she think that that would be the last time she were to see him...

(Kind of a crappy post. Sorry everyone. ^^; It's been a while since I've done anything, so I thought I'd go ahead)..

 

[kroska]

Witium stood outside the town and lay'd on the sand, "I wonder whats taking them..." He chose this time to relax for once and lay still. While kicking his feet up and down slightly, he yawned. The elf's limbs stretched as he yawned and with a few blinks he grew tired.

Sagor began to look up at a distant city. It was built into a mountain. Several cavern and cave opens were integrated into the mountain. All of them gigantic. Several large shadows circled the sky above it. "This must be the dragon city. You guys wanna start tearing it apart now?" The giant grinned and tightened his fist.  

[Gredar]

Marten spat sand as he crawled out of the dune. Flying was alot harder than the birds made it look. Of course, it didn't help that the spell was designed to use eagle feathers; vulture feathers didn't stick right in the mold. He reached back and used a brief spell to get the sand off before leaping off the dune again, determined to get airborne this time. He puffed the feathers out as he had seen the birds do, trying to catch the massive desert thermals that would lift him into the air. He felt his left wing puff out, but the right one just didn't want to stick right. With a puff of sand, he was swallowed by another dune. By the time he had clawed his way out, his motivation to learn any more flight was gone. He sprang into the air, using his wings to glide from dune to dune back to his camp.

He arrived in time to salvage his fire, which saved him time. He hated the solitary lifestyle he had been forced into, but after Miles and Emile had left he was forced into hiding. Word got out that he had used magic to destroy an immortal, and the monastary had come after him for 'misusing their power'. He looked through his bag for something to eat. Dunelizard. Again. For the 15th time this week. He yelled, venting his frustration to an empty desert.

He lept into the air, forgetting he couldn't fly in his frustration. He was going to find something else to eat, even if he had to fly into town on the vile wings. He banked, flapped wildly, and hit the top of a dune glancing off of it and crashing headlong into ground below. He let out a long string of curses as he pawed the grit from his eyes and mouth. Wait, why is there grit? Shouldn't there be an oasis here? He stood up and surveyed the landscape. Where once there had been a broad streach of refreshign water, the land now resembled a large sludgy puddle. He flapped his wings, gliding foreward a few paces with each beat as his bare toes skimmed the muddy ground. He reached the small remnant of the pond and grimaced. The water was filthy! He cupped some in his hand and attempted to purify it, but all he could do was make the dust settle out of it. Some deeper corruption ran through it, something beneath the surface. With disgust he cast it back into the pool of refuse, turning to look for somebody - anybody - to explain what had happened.

He ghasped at the sight of a dragon. Dragons! Here! What the... He began to beat his wings, again forgetting that he couldn't fly. He was several meters out over the lake before he realized that there was nowhere to land except across the lake. He struggled onwards, forging an almost straight flight path toward the mythical beast. Whatever was happeneing, if there was a dragon involved it had to be important. He landed a few paces off, surveying the group. "What hap... Emille, is that you? What happened here?" he said, noticing his old friend standing nearby.  

[[Z_]]

Emeille spun to face her old friend, blinking in an attempt to clear her eyes at the sight of him. She smiled, but her smile quickly faded as she shook her head. " My brother's friends," she said motioning to the group surrounding her. "They destroyed the underground city to save a friend of theirs, but in doing so," She continued, "They drained the oasis, And to top it off," She began to become a little more agitated, "Nobody knows where my brother is."  

[Vaginal Buttsex]

Idox noticed Emeille and Marten looking frantic over by the camp from atop a dune. What are they talking about? he thought to himself. Idox scanned around the camp for any sign of what might cause them distress. Then he noticed the dragon. A bead of sweat ran down Idox's face. Dragons? Here? He stood up from his perch on the dune, slowly, as to not get the dragon's attention. He went down the side of the dune opposite the dragon, and ran over to the camp. When he got to the camp, he stopped in front of them. He panted, trying to grab his breath. "What...?" he said, between breaths. "What happened? Why in all hells is there a dragon here?!"  

[[Faelan]]

Karasu looked irately from Yousei to the onlookers that she seemed to be attracting. Her stare was swift and harsh, and was obviously a sign for them to be quiet...
She turned back to watch Yousei as she cried silently on the shoreline. The crowd surrounding them was growing larger. The murmurs steadily grew hostile, and soon, one of the villagers called out, "You've destroyed us!!" Immediately, angry shouts and jeers could be heard throughout. Soon after, several of the villagers began advancing. Karasu looked back at them, quickly leapt to the air and let out an impassioned roar. The village fell silent, as each of its inhabitants stepped back in unison. Satisfied, Karasu gracefully returned to the sands of the oasis shore and regained her original position.

Even Yousei had winced at the sound of her cry, but she knew that the villagers would be at their throats soon, regardless of their having a dragon on their side. She wiped her eyes and cheeks and turned back to face them all with a look of authoritarian grace, "Let's leave." Karasu got to her feet as Yousei approached her and the two stood beside one another, looking to the others.

Suddenly, Yousei heard Emille speaking a short ways away. She looked to Emille and shut her eyes, bringing a hand to her mouth. She took a deep breath and walked up to her, attempting to maintain an adequate air. (After all, if you must receive bad news, it doesn't help for the messenger to be unstable)...
"Emille.." she began in a low tone of voice, "Miles...." She quietly inquired of herself as to whether she would be able to continue, ".... is gone.."

 

[[Z_]]

Emeille waved her hand towards yousei, shaking her head and turning away. " It doesn't matter," She muttered, turning away and heading off towards the crowd. "He just would have left again anyway," Ehs rhugged, dissapearing into the sea of people surrounding the group.  

[Vaginal Buttsex]

Idox sighed. "Things are really falling apart, aren't they?" he said, sadly. He looked back at the crowd Emeille had disappeared into. "We have to find a way to calm the villagers, or they're going to hurt themselves more than the Shadowed." The crowd was looking rather shaky, as Karasu's cry had clearly stunned them. "Anyone have any ideas before they get brave again?"  

[Gredar]

Marten muttered a quick spell, looking over the waters. "He may not be dead, there are still some things down there alive. But the debris is too thick, I can't see him very well. It wouldn't matter if I could though, not even a merman could navagate that mess." He paused, thinking. "As to the villagers, I can't intimidate them but I could force them back into their huts. For a while anyways, I doubt anything would stop this mob for too long. Tell you what, I'll trade you food and companionship for getting rid of this mob. Deal?" He reached down, then cursed. The sand here was still to wet to use, he needed it to seperate or the flies would get tangled up with each other. He scratched his head, then laughing he pulled a handfull of sand from his hair. He realized he was probably a mess from his flight training earlier.

He hurled the sand into the air at the crowd. It hovered in a giant cloud for a second, then slowly the individual grains began to form into a swarm of biting flies. Like a plague, they descended on the angry masses in a stinging frenzy painful enough to drive even the most vengeful of the peasants from the pool. "That should keep them busy for a while, at least until they change into heavier cloathing - which they probably don't have in this desert. Do you want me to keep searching for your brother? Or should we be leaving? Those villagers will be back soon, and for blood next time." He beat his wings, partly out of impatience but mostly to provide a weak breeze for his head.  

[Demonix13]

Aeronwy sighed, irritated. They seemed to have forgotten he was here. He watched as more and more people joined the group, people who seemed to be old friends of the group. Aeronwy surveyed the scene. There were more people in the party, and yet somehow less. It seemed the boy with the strange boomerang had gone missing somehow. He heard the monk say something about the villagers and blood.
Even a fight would be better than just sitting here, wondering what to do. He thought.  

[Vaginal Buttsex]

Idox looked at Aeronwy, who looked as rejected as he. He walked over to him, slowly, so he didn't seem hostile. He laced his voice with confidence and reassuring, as his mother had taught him how to flex his voice. He noticed Aeronwy sigh. "Why the long face?" Idox said to him, curious.