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Post by Archmage Turanis Altaine on Oct 25, 2003 21:57:45 GMT -5
(OOC- This is meant for chars of lev nine through thirteen. Please post your chars in the brainstorm thread and wait for my approval before you post. When you post your chars you will be assigned a dragon, those of you with Dragon Rider characters already plz post your dragon's pertinent info with your char info.)
Long ago Shade had disappeared from Netheril shortly before that mighty empire's fall. Now it has reappeared above Toril and has caused Choas and Havoc to spread far across the Realms. An unlikely alliance has formed to combat Shade and it's dark power. Evermeet, Waterdeep, Amn, Cormyr, The Dales, and even Thay have come together to combat this threat. But that is not the strangest happening, oh no. The great dragons have joined the cause, each choosing a human to be it's rider and partner. This wondrous happening joins the two in Friendship, Power, and Life. Those great Dragons chose Garalsinaemon, the Gold dragon as the commander of the Dragon armies. His human rider is Aranil Altaine, General of Cormyr and son of Turanis Altaine the Prince of Netheril. He is now embroiled in a conflict that may well tear Fearun apart...
Aranil screamed in rage as Naemon was hit by a blast of Dark energy. It slammed into his wing, sending the pair into a tailspin. Aranil cursed his luck and propeled his silvery lance towards a battlement. As it flew Aranil spoke a word of power, causing the lance's tip to glow green. As it struck the tower was engulfed by an acidic fireball easily three times the normal size. Naemon spun into a barrel roll, managing to carreen safely through the battle. Aranil looked down at the battle below and sighed in frustration. He reached down and patted Naemon's neck, "Let's return to Base brother, the battle will not be decided today..." Naemon snorted, "I beleive you are right." Turning about the two headed towards the horizon.
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Post by Archmage Turanis Altaine on Oct 25, 2003 22:08:38 GMT -5
"It has been two weeks!! General Altaine, if we do not breach the citadel soon we may find ourselves short of men. The death tolls are staggering and increases with each passing hour!" said a middle aged man. He wore the robes of an Amnish Mage, though his head was shaved bald in the Thayvian tradition.
"Do you not think I know this? I don't want to do this, but I have my orders Mandairn. These soldiers death will not be in vain..." Aranil muttered, his head resting on his hands. He blinked back tears as he leveled a severe look at his advisors. "New dragonriders will be arriving soon..." He sighed and walked out into the pouring rain of the landing area, waiting for the new arrivals...
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Post by Esvele Graycastle on Oct 31, 2003 14:03:48 GMT -5
As Aranil waited, he saw a lone humanoid figure, which was approaching him. When the figure came closer, Aranil saw that figure was a human woman in her late twenties. Though most of her features were hidden by the long gray cloak with a hood, which she wore, her face seemed to be rather attracive, with hint of confidence about it. Aranil also noticed, that the woman was very strong and well-built, probably stronger then most of his warriors. The woman was dressed in suit of well-made chainmail, and carried large steel shield, bastard sword, longbow, and three quivers of arrows behind her back, as well as traveling bag over her right shoulder. As the woman walked, she didn't seem to pay any attention to the pouring rain.
"Greetings, sir" says the woman, as she walks close enough to Aranil to hear her voice behind the pouring rain "Excuse me, but you are one of General Altaine's men, right? Can you tell me, where can I find General Altaine? I have traveled quite a long way, when I heard, that General Altaine needs those, who have some skill in riding dragons."
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Post by Archmage Turanis Altaine on Nov 3, 2003 19:47:43 GMT -5
Aranil smiled despite himself, "Yes I beleive I can help you find him... for you see, he is me. I am General Aranil Altaine, it is a pleasure to meet you warrior." He extended his hand palm up in the old Elven signal for friendship. Behind him near the corner of the landing area lay a few young dragons of varying colors. A young brass looked at the young human with interest, almost seeming to smile. Receiving a nod from Naermon, the brass dragon crossed the courtyard and loomed above the humans. "I'll take her Aranil."
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Post by Esvele Graycastle on Nov 4, 2003 4:49:32 GMT -5
"Sorry, for not recognizing you at first, General Altaine" said the woman, bowing to Aranil.
If woman was embarrased by mistaking Aranil for common soldier, she hide it well.
"My name is Esvele Graycastle" introduced herself the woman afterwards "And I am devoted warrior of Kelemvor, Judge of the Damned and Lord of the Crystal Spire. I came from the Western Heartlands to join your cause, even though free cities of Western Hearlands, with exception of Waterdeep, didn't offered their assistance in this war, just as it was in the days of King Azoun the Fouth's Crusade."
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Post by Esvele Graycastle on Nov 4, 2003 4:49:58 GMT -5
Then Esvele dropped to one knee, and raised her eyes upward, to the young brass dragon, who hovered above them.
"I am honored, that you consider myself worthy of you, noble dragon" said Esvele then "May I ask you for honor to know, how to adress you properly, noble dragon?"
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Post by Esvele Graycastle on Nov 4, 2003 7:12:20 GMT -5
Since Esvele was closer to him, Aranil could see a simple wooden pendant at steel chain, which Esvele was wearing around her neck. Pendant was shaped in form of upright skeletal arm holding the scales, and those who knew about religions could easily recognize it as holy symbol of Kelemvor, the Lord of Death. The young brass dragon, who hovered above Esvele and Aranil could see, that the same symbol is depicted upon the large steel shield, which Esvele was carrying behind her back.
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Post by Archmage Turanis Altaine on Nov 4, 2003 9:22:30 GMT -5
The young brass dragon studied her and laughed when she bowed, "Little human, you should not bow to one who will be your sister. Now climb onto my back, we should get aquanted." The dragon lowered her shoulder to make it easier for Esvele to climb on.
Aranil smiled and held out his hands, "You'd better leave your things here. Oh... hold on tight. Your new sister is kinda energetic...." Aranil smiled wider as the youngling snorted, causing a small fire to spark near his feet for a moment. He laughed and showed a certain finger rather prominently. Much to Naermon's amusement.
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Post by Esvele Graycastle on Nov 4, 2003 9:34:07 GMT -5
Esvele wasn't needed to be asked twice. She quickly raised up, smiled to Aranil, put her shoulder bag on the ground, and quickly climbed onto brass dragon's back. From the way she moved, it was clear, that it wasn't the first time Esvele climbed the dragon's back.
"Pleasure to meet you, sister." said Esvele, holding with her legs tight.
Fortunately for Esvele, her former draconic companion wasn't found of the saddle, and thus, Esvele was more or less acustomed to riding dragon bareback.
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Post by Archmage Turanis Altaine on Nov 9, 2003 17:29:47 GMT -5
The young brass lifted into the air, sending waves fo wind and water at the others. What seemed to be a smile creeped across her lips as she soared into the sky, only stopping once they had gone above the rain clouds. "Sister, we will be spending much time together... perhaps our last moments. I don't want you to call me Lady or Dragon, Sister, Sis, or even Alarria will do. In a few hours the moon will rise above us... when that happens we will be linked inexhonorably for the rest of our lives. Do you still wish to be my rider?" She gently banked, sailing over the clouds and skittering lightning far below.
Turanis watched them leave with a smile of satisfaction, ~Those two are well suited, I just hope the others take to their partners as well as they have...~
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Post by Esvele Graycastle on Nov 11, 2003 3:26:15 GMT -5
As the young brass dragon lifted into the air, Esvele allowed herself to give away to awesome sensation of flying with the mightly dragon. The cold wind blown right into her face; yet instead of strong chill she should have feel otherwise, Esvele felt only light refreshing coolness.
"It has been five years." thought Esvele "I have nearly forgotten what it was like..."
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Post by Esvele Graycastle on Nov 11, 2003 3:26:28 GMT -5
Suddenly, her companion's voice interrupted Esvele's thoughts.
"Sister, we will be spending much time together... perhaps our last moments. I don't want you to call me Lady or Dragon, Sister, Sis, or even Alarria will do. In a few hours the moon will rise above us... when that happens we will be linked inexhonorably for the rest of our lives. Do you still wish to be my rider?"
"Alarria" said Esvele, touched by Alarria's words "My sister, you gave me something, which I have lost many years ago, and never hoped to find again in this life. I would like to stay with you and to be your sister for the rest of my life, no matter how short it may seem to you, above everything else. Even above serving My Lord, may He understand and forgive me. Though I feel, that I will never have to make the choice between these two things, as I believe, that I will be able both to be your sister and continuing serving My Lord."
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Post by Merkuri on Nov 15, 2003 13:10:02 GMT -5
A dark woman wearing plain traveling clothes approaches the landing area. Her dark hair falls over one eye, and the other gleams a sparkling green as she gazes about the area with unrepressed awe. "There are dragons here!" she says quietly to no one in particular. A mass of fur on top of her backpack meyows, and you realize that it is a cat. "Oh, and I'm sure you've seen tons of dragons," the woman says to the cat, who flicks his tail once and then curls tighter into a ball and apparently falls asleep.
The woman walks farther into the landing area, gawking at the dragons the whole time, and stops a respectful distance from them. She doesn't say a word to them or to Aranil, and it doesn't look like she's planning to.
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Post by Arcaneye on Nov 15, 2003 13:34:45 GMT -5
A elven man and a pseudodragon appear out of nowhere in the area. they both look around a little lost. "This is not right! I must've messed up with the Teleportation Spell." He sighs as he pulls on his memory to find which spells he has left prepared and not used. He remembers one that he is sure will help. He pulls out a peice of leather and begins to casta spell. <Mage Armor> an invisible magic barrier surrounds him.
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Post by Archmage Turanis Altaine on Nov 16, 2003 20:39:17 GMT -5
~I wish I had been able to feel wonder as a child...~ Aranil thought as he watched the young woman watch the dragons. Smiling he walked towards where the Mage had appeared, "Welcome Magi, are you lost?"
One of the dragons, an older Silver male, arched his neck as he inspected the woman. Seeming to almost smile, the dragon lowered his head to her level. "Who are you Little One, who finds such wonders in watching a group of dragons?"
High in the sky Alarria enjoyed the company of her soon-to-be Sister, "Who is the Lord you serve so loyaly? A god? or perhaps a Paramour?"
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