A Sleeping Night...Or is it? (Closed/PM to Join)

[madge]

Ty watched the situation unfold, he kept his thoughts to himself since it wasn't really his business what happened. However, after all of the shenanigans, he would speak, his comment directed towards the white rider. "Listen.. I'm sick of doing the evil bidding of the king. I want to learn from your kind, regardless of what it takes. Is there anyway you can lead me to them?"[/color]

He said, his voice determined and warm. Despite the fact he had sided with the king, his words were true. He wanted nothing more to become stronger, and get to the bottom of the war. He realized how little he knew, seeing as there was such a huge controversy on who's fault was who's. His eyes gleamed in the moonlight, and Xion roared following his statement, as if he was agreeing with his Rider.

"You've finally come to your senses young one. So, we're finally back on track?" Xion asked, his voice proud. Ty turned around to the dragon, nodding in response. He lifted his right hand to the dragon's maw, touching his cheek softly before turning back to face the others. "of course, I need to speak with Zane. I want her to come with us."[/color] He said, his voice stern. "She's very kind and sweet, but the king controls her by keeping her mental illness at bay. I think we might be able to remove it completely."

Ty mounted Xion, climbing into his saddle. "I'll be in Carvahall if you want to meet up, I plan on meeting Zane there. We can leave from there if you're willing." And with that, the Red dragon took off, throwing a gust of wind down to the earth as he kicked off into the air.

[Aisling]

Aisling observed Harek for a few moments before sheathing her sword, and taking a few steps back. She placed a soothing hand on Faeon's massive shoulder, and the dragon soon removed his taloned foot, releasing the magician from the ground, with a growl.

"Well, Harek, If I were you I'd pick better opponents," the white haired elf said with a elven laugh. Yet again she felt Faeon twitch at the sound. "My name is Aisling, and the dragon you so foolishly angered, is Faeon."

The white dragon eyed Harek, growling. He lifted his mighty head and sniffing him, a growl still in his throat. He approached the human's mind tentatively before saying, The next time you do such a thing, your life may be on the line. There are many who would kill you for such an act of agression. The sooner you learn the better.

Aisling's attention was brought back to Ty, she could tell whole heartedly that her work in his mind had did him some good. She smiled at the thought of bringing the rider to train with her and her people, even bringing Colm a long as well made her quite happy. She and Faeon were ready to pass down their knowledge to the new generation. That was reason that, Aisling believed, the pair had survived the Fall.

"I will gladly take you to my people, and begin your training. And if that woman of yours decides to come as well, she is more than welcome. We can heal her no doubt," the Rider of Old said with a smile, "I shall meet you in Carvahall."

[Harek]

Harek suddenly felt a pang of relief as the dragon's paw lifted from his chest, allowing him to breath more freely. Taking a few moments to recover his senses, he then staggered up off the ground, finding himself once again in the face of the dragon.

The next time you do such a thing, your life may be on the line. There are many who would kill you for such an act of agression. The sooner you learn the better.

He body tensed as the dragon spoke and he dared not speak in return until the creature finally turned and left with the Elf woman, whom had apparently just identified herself as Aisling. Taking a moment to watch two of the riders fly off on dragon back, he quickly remembered that there were two other riders still in the clearing. Deciding not to take any chances, he turned towards the woods and dashed into their depths and away from the remaining riders.

Once he was sure he was out of the reach of mental detection, Harek grabbed his pack and ripped it off his shoulders, slamming it onto the ground as he cursed out loud, using a dwarvern curse he had remembered his father use what had seemed like an eternity ago. "Barzul...."(lol, Orik's favorite curse)

Taking a moment to allow his rage to subside, he thought back on the events that had partaken only hours ago. Not only had he been subdued physically by the dragon and his rider, but mentally as well. The two of them had him exactly where they had wanted him, and there was little he could do to fight back.

He needed a teacher, he decided; someone that could complete the training that his father could not. Thinking back to all of the books he had read, he soon remembered several elven texts that had some how came into his father's possession. From what he could remember, they were skilled spellcasters and unrivaled by anyone except maybe the blasted king himself.

Straining to remember the location the book had disclosed, he reached into his pack and grabbed one of the many scrolls he had taken from his father's study before departing therninsford. Unrolling it, he revealed the contents of the scroll to be a map of the Empire written in his native language. Searching it for any names he could remember, he soon came across the gigantic forest that had covered much of north-eastern Alegaesia, the map labeling it as "Du Weldenvarden".

Though the imperial map failed to disclose the exact location of the elven cities, he distinctly remembered that they were hidden some-where within the forest. Taking another look at the map, he quickly charted his course. He would exit the Spine near the lake of Flam and then move eastward until he hit the Ninor river. Then, following the river down to Isentar Lake, he would be at the entrance to the woods. Putting the map away and taking up his pack once again, he headed off towards the Lake Flam, determined to make his way to the forest and to find an Elven teacher, wherever there cities may be.

[colm]

Colm cared nothing for the proceedings, Aisling and Feaon were more than capable of defending themselves, and he promised he would not harm the man today, so he would not break that vow. Colm cared nothing for human magicians, they were weak and impatient, they thought knowing a handful of words in the ancient language made them powerful, but they didn't take the time to learn gramarye, they just wanted power, but magic was an art, picking the right words was key.

The red rider on the other hand was of interest to Colm, for Colm too was a rider now, and he need to know who he'd be with especially if they both were to learn from Aisling. Colm chose not to respond to Aisling's formal greeting, "Getting in trouble, I guess you could say that. I prefer to think of it as a misunderstanding, I saw all that gold as the peasants, and well the rich men saw it as theirs, so well they labled me a thief and put a bounty on my head. It was silly of course mere humans can't catch a fully trained Elven warrior and magician if he didn't want to be caught. And yes this little guy is why I came to seek you out my friend, he hatched during the battle, when I stole his egg from the shade Baduk, and we'll be needing a master, his name is Arrung. So old friend if you are willing to take us on as pupils we would be honored to learn from you. Mor'ranr lífa unin hjarta onr. Un du evarínya ono varda." Colm completed his explination with the second half of the traditional greeting. Colm fished Arrung out of his bag, and set the little green and red dragon down on the ground. "Colm there are so many dragons, and they aren't fighting, greetings Aisling Svit-kona (a formal honorific for an elf woman of great wisdom.) and Feaon-Elda" chirped Arrung in his squeeky voice, it was actually lower than it had been when he first spoke two days ago, it amused Colm how fascinated his dragon was by other dragons. Colm smiled at his dragon, as he scurried over to sit at Feaon's feet and gaze up at the massive white dragon, it was almost comic how small Arrung appeared in comparison to Feaon.

Colm watched as the man Harek walked away, good riddance he thought, human magicians were of no use to Colm, they only mattered as riders, and even then they cause more problems then they were worth, and they died to quickly.

[Aisling]

"I heard rumors when I had returned that you gave up your birth right and did not take your father's place in Silthrim, but I see fate has given you a better calling," Aisling said gesturing to Arrung. "Seeing a littel dragon reminds me so much of when Faeon was so young all those years ago...to be quite honest I rather miss it."

Faeon snorted, smoke pouring from his flared nostrils.I'd rather prefer to be this size. Nothing is less fierce than a hatchling, the white dragon growled.

"We will teach you if you so desire," the white haired elf said with a smile,"That is...I suppose that is the reason we did survive the Fall."

Aisling knelt before the little dragon smiling as it greeted her, as did Faeon, as he sniffed the little dragon.

Greetings, hatchling, the old dragon's voice boomed. It had been ages since he had seen a hatchling. Most of the dragons he and Aisling had run into were always fully grown. It was most refreshing.

"Why, hello, Little Arrung," the rider of old said, bowing her head with respect. She looked up at Colm and said seriously, "I doubt the shade will be happy to see the egg missing. You may have made yourself a powerful enemy."