Leareth stared, at the city and his dragon, alternating between them. A smile began to form on his face. "A mythal? Over a human city? Perhaps cast by humans?" It took a team of elven master High Mages to create a mythal, or so he thought until now. "And you claim they're nothing but rats..." This did pose a problem however. He didn't want to go without her, and their destination was not Waterdeep. Should he go in alone? His original plan was for them to make a contact with a wizard within and get help teleporting closer to their destination. He would stay just long enough to make contacts with people of power there, lay the groundwork for his future organization, then resume trying to recover his shattered soul and power. But now...
I must have it. He studied the city, hardly seeing it as his mind filled with possibilities. What better place for a base of operations for a dragonlord than a city where dragons cannot go? Though that may seem contradictory, since dragons were among his mightiest agents, they were also the greatest threat to him. Dragons of metal... and those too chaotic to submit... he would be safe from them here. Other dragonlords, if they wanted to assail him here, could not bring their allies with them. It would then be their personal power against his - and his organization's. He decided then that this city would be his base of operations. There surely were powerful mages, clerics, warriors and rogues there. He would become the power behind, and above, the powers. Let the human rulers think they controlled the city and its people - he would find a way to control them. But first... He gained in power with each shard he recovered. There were many more. Parts of his soul. Parts of his memory. He must find them.
"Our target is far to the south. Do you know any other cities closer to it we could teleport to?" Perhaps they should invest in a map. He looked around, taking in their surroundings in detail for the first time. "Where would we go, outside the city, to obtain a map?"
"For sure." Kierro replies. "We've seen what happens when we fight. Definitely want to avoid that."
He turns, looking toward the direction of the approaching dragon. As he runs, trails of light travel halfway down his back, and erupt into a pair of wings. He leaps off the ground, followed by Chysen. They soar up, leading the rest of the group that chooses to investigate the approaching dragons.
Castle folks The group from the castle flies out ahead of it, moving quicker than the castle can match.
The sense of the orange and gray dragons grows closer quickly, as they continue heading towards you.
Yuno You sense several dragons coming towards you, now moving quickly, clearly on dragon back, or using their own means of flight, but much faster than they were before. It tells you that they are aware of you, or at least your dragons, so your feelings about it being others like you are made a bit stronger by this action. You sense a mercury dragon, a gold dragon, a Song dragon, and, of all things, a Chaos dragon, all heading directly to intercept you. None of which you have any ability to control fully.
It takes a bit over an hour of flight for you to come together, aloft above the roiling storms below.
Sensing others coming over to intercept her, she says to her scaly companions, "You know, this is fine. I'm okay with this." She prepares herself for the eventual meeting.
When they meet, the party would be greeted by the surreal sight of a large Orange Dragon being ridden by what looks like a very generic and unremarkable town girl with brown braided hair and blue eyes. Though she is carrying two swords, both sheathed, she isn't wearing any armor at all, instead wearing a simple shin-length brown skirt and an equally bland and unremarkable brown top. She wears a white, worn apron. She looks out of place on top of the dragon and seems like she would fit better helping out in a store or going to the local market to buy groceries or getting water.
When she gets in to hearing distance, she says meekly with a soft and delicate voice, "Um... Hello... Are you the other Dragonlords?"
The wind swirling around Kyrian seems to calm a little. With a grin, he shakes his head. "Just simple travelers with a host of dragons flying around on our massive castle." He flies forward so he is hovering next to her. Sighing, he says "You look a little small to be a dragonlord and not much fun to fight. Also, your dragon looks like a tangerine! Fraty, why don't you look like fruit?" He flies back to his original position.
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“I will take responsibility for what I have done. [...] If must fall, I will rise each time a better man.” ― Brandon Sanderson, Oathbringer.
Yuno stammers out a response, taken off-guard by Kyrian's comments and him suddenly flying up next to her. "I-I... I'm 19 and 5 ft. 8. I... don't think I'm small."She looks down and avoids eye-contact.
Behind the young-looking lass atop the orange dragon sits a human male, wearing studded leather and with a rapier at his side. You would all be able to sense him as a gray dragon though, just in human form currently.
Fraty crains her head back to look at her rider. "I have orange on me, I am sure it is somewhere.." She starts doing strange rolls and flips, trying to look at herself all over to see if any of the rainbow of colors matches those of the orange dragon. Kyrian, I cannot recall if you are riding her, or if you flew on your own powers. If you are riding her though, please give me a dex or strength save to keep from being thrown off at this point. If you are not, then ignore this.
Honor narrows her eyes. "Is that ... Yuno? Hardly small, if I'm remembering right." Honor is a curvaceous, athletic female tiefling, of the traditional red devil-heritage. She's the one atop the Mercury dragon.
One of the other riders who approaches is a young human-looking male. White robe, blue sash, medium brown hair. Wings. She'd recognize him as Kierro. He flies closer, but not too close. Beside him is an adult gold dragon, looking rather apprehensive.
"I believe it is. It's been a while. What do you think of this world we have awakened into?"
For reference, Kyrian is an armored half-elf with long black hair. Over his armor is a black dragonscale cloak and at his side hangs a leather bound book that looks a little worse for wear. He carries two swords that are both sheathed at his left hip.
"Yuno" He says, trying the name out. "I don't know of a Yuno, but I didn't get out much back home, so don't be offended." He moves to the right a little so he is in front of the orange dragon "What's your name? Actually don't answer, your new name is tangerine. This is Fraty. She's kinda crazy though, so I recommend that you both hang out with some of the saner folk like me" After the last sentence he gives what is supposedly a surreptitious wink at Fraty.
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“I will take responsibility for what I have done. [...] If must fall, I will rise each time a better man.” ― Brandon Sanderson, Oathbringer.
Fraty does a roll above Kyrian in the sky. Then she comes out of the roll and shrinks. Suddenly a pint-sized human-form of Fraty falls and tries to land on Kyrian's back. She looks like the normal human-form of Fraty, just halfling sized.
Acrobatics check to land on Kyrian's back... 13DCis 15.
"She will remember to turn back into her true form..." Emmy, the Mercury dragon, says, glancing to Honor on her back. An Insight passive score of 10, or better, would tell yu that Emmy is sounding not so certain of that fact. Her whip-like tail curls in concern as she looks to the clouds below.
The orange dragon watches Kyrian, then the falling halfling with what seems to be a baffled look. This is somewhat commical, as it goes at odds with his rather impressive dragon features. He looks like a monstrous alligator, with a long, somewhat flattened snout full of sharp teeth. He has two pairs of horns, one pair that sweeps back, and to either side of the large spiny frill running down his back, the other pair that curves down along the sides of his face. As Fraty disappears into the storm clouds below, he looks back to Kyrian. "Chaos dragons tend to be mad." He agrees. "I am not tangerine. I am Torreneg, Destroyer of Men." He angles his head back towards the lass on his back. "My friends call me Tangy."
"Well then, it's settled. We must become friends so I can call you Tangy." Turning round to Kierro he asks "Can we keep them? I promise not to let Fraty eat them or sleep with them"
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“I will take responsibility for what I have done. [...] If must fall, I will rise each time a better man.” ― Brandon Sanderson, Oathbringer.
"Fra --" Honor starts, then sighs as Fraty disappears from sight. "I think so, but just in case..."she says to Emmy, and will use Message to hopefully catch Fraty while they're still in range. "Fraty, pop back into dragon form and do a barrel roll, I bet that'd be awesome."
Honor will help Higgul get situated on Emmy and make sure no one is going to fall off.
Birgit | Shifter | Sorcerer | Dragonlords
Shayone | Hobgoblin | Sorcerer | Netherdeep
"Agreed," Naivara says. "But maybe avoid fighting in place of just talking?"
Elra Skylash - Human Cleric | Vanzaren Tanidoni - Half Elf Wizard
Mindartis Liadon - Eladrin Barbarian | Naivara Siannodel - Half Elf Ranger
Arrila Evenwood - Half Elf Paladin | Callaphe of Setessa - Human Rogue
Katernin Nemetsk - Aasimar Cleric | Melody - Tiefling Bard
Leareth stared, at the city and his dragon, alternating between them. A smile began to form on his face. "A mythal? Over a human city? Perhaps cast by humans?" It took a team of elven master High Mages to create a mythal, or so he thought until now. "And you claim they're nothing but rats..." This did pose a problem however. He didn't want to go without her, and their destination was not Waterdeep. Should he go in alone? His original plan was for them to make a contact with a wizard within and get help teleporting closer to their destination. He would stay just long enough to make contacts with people of power there, lay the groundwork for his future organization, then resume trying to recover his shattered soul and power. But now...
I must have it. He studied the city, hardly seeing it as his mind filled with possibilities. What better place for a base of operations for a dragonlord than a city where dragons cannot go? Though that may seem contradictory, since dragons were among his mightiest agents, they were also the greatest threat to him. Dragons of metal... and those too chaotic to submit... he would be safe from them here. Other dragonlords, if they wanted to assail him here, could not bring their allies with them. It would then be their personal power against his - and his organization's. He decided then that this city would be his base of operations. There surely were powerful mages, clerics, warriors and rogues there. He would become the power behind, and above, the powers. Let the human rulers think they controlled the city and its people - he would find a way to control them. But first... He gained in power with each shard he recovered. There were many more. Parts of his soul. Parts of his memory. He must find them.
"Our target is far to the south. Do you know any other cities closer to it we could teleport to?" Perhaps they should invest in a map. He looked around, taking in their surroundings in detail for the first time. "Where would we go, outside the city, to obtain a map?"
"For sure." Kierro replies. "We've seen what happens when we fight. Definitely want to avoid that."
He turns, looking toward the direction of the approaching dragon. As he runs, trails of light travel halfway down his back, and erupt into a pair of wings. He leaps off the ground, followed by Chysen. They soar up, leading the rest of the group that chooses to investigate the approaching dragons.
Castle folks
The group from the castle flies out ahead of it, moving quicker than the castle can match.
The sense of the orange and gray dragons grows closer quickly, as they continue heading towards you.
Yuno
You sense several dragons coming towards you, now moving quickly, clearly on dragon back, or using their own means of flight, but much faster than they were before. It tells you that they are aware of you, or at least your dragons, so your feelings about it being others like you are made a bit stronger by this action.
You sense a mercury dragon, a gold dragon, a Song dragon, and, of all things, a Chaos dragon, all heading directly to intercept you. None of which you have any ability to control fully.
It takes a bit over an hour of flight for you to come together, aloft above the roiling storms below.
As they get closer, Honor casts Freedom of Movement on Emmy, and Shield of Faith on Higgul (over two turns).
Birgit | Shifter | Sorcerer | Dragonlords
Shayone | Hobgoblin | Sorcerer | Netherdeep
Sensing others coming over to intercept her, she says to her scaly companions, "You know, this is fine. I'm okay with this." She prepares herself for the eventual meeting.
When they meet, the party would be greeted by the surreal sight of a large Orange Dragon being ridden by what looks like a very generic and unremarkable town girl with brown braided hair and blue eyes. Though she is carrying two swords, both sheathed, she isn't wearing any armor at all, instead wearing a simple shin-length brown skirt and an equally bland and unremarkable brown top. She wears a white, worn apron. She looks out of place on top of the dragon and seems like she would fit better helping out in a store or going to the local market to buy groceries or getting water.
When she gets in to hearing distance, she says meekly with a soft and delicate voice, "Um... Hello... Are you the other Dragonlords?"
The wind swirling around Kyrian seems to calm a little. With a grin, he shakes his head. "Just simple travelers with a host of dragons flying around on our massive castle." He flies forward so he is hovering next to her. Sighing, he says "You look a little small to be a dragonlord and not much fun to fight. Also, your dragon looks like a tangerine! Fraty, why don't you look like fruit?" He flies back to his original position.
“I will take responsibility for what I have done. [...] If must fall, I will rise each time a better man.” ― Brandon Sanderson, Oathbringer.
Yuno stammers out a response, taken off-guard by Kyrian's comments and him suddenly flying up next to her. "I-I... I'm 19 and 5 ft. 8. I... don't think I'm small." She looks down and avoids eye-contact.
You also sense a cloud dragon moving towards you. Once you can see them, you see a Darkelf ridding stop the sky dragon.
( enhance ability (charisma) on myself and 17 for my dragons Druid ability)
You can imagin the cloud dragon looks like the luck dragon from „the never ending story“
Behind the young-looking lass atop the orange dragon sits a human male, wearing studded leather and with a rapier at his side. You would all be able to sense him as a gray dragon though, just in human form currently.
Fraty crains her head back to look at her rider. "I have orange on me, I am sure it is somewhere.." She starts doing strange rolls and flips, trying to look at herself all over to see if any of the rainbow of colors matches those of the orange dragon. Kyrian, I cannot recall if you are riding her, or if you flew on your own powers. If you are riding her though, please give me a dex or strength save to keep from being thrown off at this point. If you are not, then ignore this.
Honor narrows her eyes. "Is that ... Yuno? Hardly small, if I'm remembering right." Honor is a curvaceous, athletic female tiefling, of the traditional red devil-heritage. She's the one atop the Mercury dragon.
Birgit | Shifter | Sorcerer | Dragonlords
Shayone | Hobgoblin | Sorcerer | Netherdeep
One of the other riders who approaches is a young human-looking male. White robe, blue sash, medium brown hair. Wings. She'd recognize him as Kierro. He flies closer, but not too close. Beside him is an adult gold dragon, looking rather apprehensive.
"I believe it is. It's been a while. What do you think of this world we have awakened into?"
(He's flying himself for now)
For reference, Kyrian is an armored half-elf with long black hair. Over his armor is a black dragonscale cloak and at his side hangs a leather bound book that looks a little worse for wear. He carries two swords that are both sheathed at his left hip.
"Yuno" He says, trying the name out. "I don't know of a Yuno, but I didn't get out much back home, so don't be offended." He moves to the right a little so he is in front of the orange dragon "What's your name? Actually don't answer, your new name is tangerine. This is Fraty. She's kinda crazy though, so I recommend that you both hang out with some of the saner folk like me" After the last sentence he gives what is supposedly a surreptitious wink at Fraty.
“I will take responsibility for what I have done. [...] If must fall, I will rise each time a better man.” ― Brandon Sanderson, Oathbringer.
Fraty does a roll above Kyrian in the sky. Then she comes out of the roll and shrinks. Suddenly a pint-sized human-form of Fraty falls and tries to land on Kyrian's back. She looks like the normal human-form of Fraty, just halfling sized.
Acrobatics check to land on Kyrian's back... 13DCis 15.
Fraty laughs as she pinwheels through the sky, falling towards the clouds roiling below. She disappears into the clouds with a whoop of glee.
Kyrian chuckles "Careful there, you might hit someone"
“I will take responsibility for what I have done. [...] If must fall, I will rise each time a better man.” ― Brandon Sanderson, Oathbringer.
"She will remember to turn back into her true form..." Emmy, the Mercury dragon, says, glancing to Honor on her back. An Insight passive score of 10, or better, would tell yu that Emmy is sounding not so certain of that fact. Her whip-like tail curls in concern as she looks to the clouds below.
The orange dragon watches Kyrian, then the falling halfling with what seems to be a baffled look. This is somewhat commical, as it goes at odds with his rather impressive dragon features. He looks like a monstrous alligator, with a long, somewhat flattened snout full of sharp teeth. He has two pairs of horns, one pair that sweeps back, and to either side of the large spiny frill running down his back, the other pair that curves down along the sides of his face. As Fraty disappears into the storm clouds below, he looks back to Kyrian. "Chaos dragons tend to be mad." He agrees. "I am not tangerine. I am Torreneg, Destroyer of Men." He angles his head back towards the lass on his back. "My friends call me Tangy."
"Well then, it's settled. We must become friends so I can call you Tangy." Turning round to Kierro he asks "Can we keep them? I promise not to let Fraty eat them or sleep with them"
“I will take responsibility for what I have done. [...] If must fall, I will rise each time a better man.” ― Brandon Sanderson, Oathbringer.
"Fra --" Honor starts, then sighs as Fraty disappears from sight. "I think so, but just in case..." she says to Emmy, and will use Message to hopefully catch Fraty while they're still in range. "Fraty, pop back into dragon form and do a barrel roll, I bet that'd be awesome."
Birgit | Shifter | Sorcerer | Dragonlords
Shayone | Hobgoblin | Sorcerer | Netherdeep