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Post by Brenton on Jan 2, 2014 17:20:32 GMT -5
Cold and windy, surrounded by mountainous forests, the great land of Alagaesia rose around the winged creature that flew in awe with a soft leather saddle. Two legs filled with muscles couldn't help until the bird touched down in the trees and stretched her tired wings with a squawk and sank down to the ground. With a light jump, the rider jumped off and looked around himself at the new land that he would chart. "Sparrow Wing, this is Alagaesia, grand and mighty. We should go though if we are to find the forest, Du Weldenvarden today." With that Arlorven climbed back on the Roc and they walked on, admiring what they didn't realize what was the Spine.
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Post by ᗩпїra on Jan 2, 2014 17:54:47 GMT -5
Anira and Herion had recently arrived in Ellesmera, which was now a frozen wasteland terrorized by some horrid sword that she had yet to know about. She had received only bits and pieces of information from the ones that settled her back into her house that had been basically infested by cobwebs, having taken a few hours to clean and sweep the whole place clean. Herion, of course, was the first to go hunting, while Anira had feasted on a vegetable stew from the remaining supplies the two had brought with them. The next few days or so had been spent resting, but now was the time for a good stretch of the wings as the two traveled throughout the outskirts of Du Weldenvarden.
The pair soared over the countless Spruces that towered over the landscape, passing over herds of deer and great lakes and rivers that coursed down from the Spine. The dragon and Rider were merely a violet dot on the horizon, peering downwards at the passing terrain with a look of amazement at the snowy wonderland. Hah, wouldn't it be humorous to make a snow elf later? It'd be a good way to lighten the down moods to get such an event going. That was when a strange object came into view, Herion and Anira merging minds to the point she could use his own vision to get a closer view of the being. It appeared to be a large bird of sorts with two thick legs and wings, a sharp beak, and something, a strange, almost invisible, creature on its back. Was that a type of dragon unknown to the land, and was that its Rider?
Being as curious as Herion and she were, and knowing that no one with a cruel heart could enter the elven lands, the two began to descend in short spirals, twisting about to Anira's own amusement. She was, of course, wearing her usual violet cloak laced in gold, while her purple gown was of a silk texture that fit her body, yet allowed easy mobility. Her ebony iridescent locks hidden in a braid down her back, while her palms were gloved with an ebony silk among gold and silver stripes patterning it. Her ebony leather boots were strapped up tightly to enable her quick and fluid speed and agility. Her weapons holster hid Orchid and the two daggers made of material that could cut through anything, given the right amount of time. The only give-away was her optics being drained of any color, and, of course, the dragon she was riding -- haha!
Once she was low enough, it became clearer that it was a bird and some type of rider, so Herion precariously landed off to the left-hand side while Anira called out,"Greetings! Who might you be?"
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Post by Brenton on Jan 3, 2014 10:42:32 GMT -5
Arlorven looked up as the strange creature, dragon, came flying from the heavens above to land carefully on the ground near Sparrow Wing. On the dragon's back sat a woman proud and calm even though he had never in his entire life known her. Suddenly she asked who they were and Arlorven smiled warmly. I'm called Arlorven, of the mountains, and this is my friend and life partner, Sparrow Wing. We have flown many days from the islands of our home to reach a land called Alagaesia but we have grown weary and can't fly any longer. Arlorven's voice sounded like the chuckle of a mountain spring and the whistle of warm wind in the peaks. He smiled at Anira in awe at meeting someone else who looked similar to him.
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Post by ᗩпїra on Jan 3, 2014 16:58:52 GMT -5
"My name is Anira, and this is my best friend and life partner --"
"Herion." he piped in to introduce himself mentally to the giant bird of flight and the Grey Folk man that stood before them. The large dragon had faint lighter stripes going down his backbone to the tip of his tail, luminaries holding an ebony coloring that was really a dark purple of sorts. The woman, of course, was of elven origin with her fierce appearance and strong magical abilities with extraordinary speed and strength attributes. She gently lowered her cloak hood, as to be polite, revealing her ebony and violet luminescent locks tied back in a french braid that had been done by intricate hands.
"You have reached Alagaesia. You're nearing the capital elven city of Ellesmera, but you're currently in what is called The Spine to the humans." she commented with her silky smooth tone that held a firm and confident air, optics that appeared to be drained of all color to become gem-like examining the fine feathered pattern coursing over the strange bird known as Sparrow Wing. Herion gently lowered himself to the ground to allow Anira passage off of the saddle by his foreleg, taking a stand beside him to speak with the Grey Folk man.
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Post by Brenton on Jan 4, 2014 12:23:17 GMT -5
Arlorven looked around and then frowned at Anira's words about the places in Alagaesia. If humans lived by the Spine and elves lived by the forest then how many races were there and what were these two. Not to be rude but your mountain roc friend, Herion, looks odd compared to the ones I've seen. Why do you ride him if he has birth defects like that? Arlorven looked at Anira with a questioning gaze as he finished his inquiry. He wasn't always so rude or abrupt but that question was a reasonable one in his mind and hopefully in Anira's too.
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Post by ᗩпїra on Jan 4, 2014 21:00:17 GMT -5
Herion was slightly offended by the odd phrase of "having birth defects." Why, it was his strange creature that probably had birth defects! A mixture of bird and some misshapen lion. Anira could sense his annoyance through their connection, sending calming emotions back through her own line to calm the beast. It appeared that these two pairs had a lot to learn from each other. She had never seen such a creature, and he had never seen a dragon. How could that be? She, and many others, had grown up listening and hearing about dragons in story-tales. It was obvious he was new to the lands if he had never heard of dragons, nor the ancient riders. Despite her attempts to cool him down, ivory smoke rose from Herion's nostrils, his nape veering away from the group to go investigate the nearby treeline.
"Herion is a dragon, and I, Anira, am his Rider. We're from the physic branch. You have truly never heard of dragons before, good sir? It is odd that one such as yourself hasn't, as many have heard at least fairy-tales of the legendary beasts. What is it that you ride upon? I, Herion and myself, have never seen such a marvelous creature before." Anira was the calmer of the two, whilst Herion was more of the frisky and hot-headed one. He wasn't always like that. The dragon was just worried about Anira because she had been captured by the Empire on many an occasion. He usually expressed his true self around those he knew better.
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Post by Brenton on Jan 4, 2014 21:21:43 GMT -5
Arlorven looked over at Sparrow Wing who ruffled her feathers and spread her wings slightly at the mention of her race. All mountain rocs were known in that land for they flew around the land freely and caused no trouble to themselves or others. Arlorven smiled at the bird flaunting around and looked over at Anira with pride in his gaze. Sparrow Wing is a mountain roc, breed of mounts said to have been born from eagles and lions. They fly around the mountains of the Northern islands with freedom and pride and are strong and intelligent. Sparrow was a weak hatchling, dying in the cruel world, when I found her and raised her to health. We are actually the only two that are partnered that I know of and I hoped to introduce roc eggs to your land. Of course we are bound by trust not magic so if you raise riders then they will not be forced by magic.
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Post by ᗩпїra on Jan 6, 2014 11:48:22 GMT -5
"That is wonderful. I'm sure that everybody will be pleased to hear your good news of bringing the modern species to our lands. If you'd like, Herion and I could travel along with you for the rest of the way? It is not far from here, though it will be slower and more difficult to pinpoint landmarks while traveling through the trees." Anira offered with a friendly smile lighting up her features, turning to Herion to see his own approval on the subject. She could sense a bit of remaining annoyance among his emotions, though the mention of bringing roc eggs to the land added curiosity to the mixture. Were all rocs like Sparrow Wing? Did they grow larger with the years, just like dragons did? Many questions coursed between their connection, though it was best not to bother the man with their spirit of inquiry.
Herion, upon noticing Sparrow Wing ruffle her feathers and spread her wings, mimicked her actions, turning towards the sun so that his scales reflected purple light down upon the ivory snow coating the terrain. He spread his large wings to bask in the warmth, the sunlight shining through the thin, yet thick, membranes connecting the bones allowing beams to bounce upon it to make it almost . . . see through. His large cranium turned in Anira's direction, folding his wings back against his flank to stride up to the elven woman. |
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Post by Brenton on Jan 6, 2014 12:40:06 GMT -5
Are all dragons prone to showing off as such? Herion, you are a very magnificent being and I am sorry for my blunder earlier in saying you were deformed in any way. Arlorven touched his first two fingers against his lips and bowed to the large purple dragon. The grey folk man looked at Anira and nodded in confirmation. That would be great but we have flown a great distance and both are tired. It was painful to say that he had to rest but Arlorven had never attempted a trip this long or rough in all of his years as a traveler.
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Post by ᗩпїra on Jan 6, 2014 20:52:37 GMT -5
"Haha, no, not all of them, sir." she commented back with amusement lingering in her vocals, optics peering over at the violet beast as he came to take a stand beside her. Anira hopped up into the jewel-strewn saddle that she filled with power each night, having filled the gemstone on the grip of her sword for the past fifty plus years. She was old in comparison to humans, yet she was basically the age of twenty in elven time. Not that long, I suppose. The elven had received Herion about two or three years ago, judging by approximate guessing from their roleplayer.
"It is fine. Welcome to these lands, Arlorven. It would be wonderful to see rocs flying about these mountains in the matter of a year or so." Herion responded mentally to those near to him, shifting in the saddle as he prepared to be on foot for the rest of the way back to Ellesmera.
"We'll travel with you on foot if you're as tired as you say. We don't mind."
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Post by Brenton on Jan 10, 2014 11:57:13 GMT -5
Arlorven nodded but remained on his feet so Sparrow Wing could rest slightly while walking. He smiled at Anira and Herion as he made sure the wide bladed dagger was on his hip just to be safe. We would be glad to walk with you to your city. Our bags are full but so are there more than just your people interested? Arlorven started walking toward the forest at a leisurely pace while the sun beat down on them and the cool air blew against his skin. Such a wonderful day to be outside walking with people and talking like there was nothing else in the world to worry about.
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