The Mad Dragoon - Closed

[Ayden 1105]

[B]Enter:[/B] [URL="http://www.valucre.com/showthread.php/15705-Dravish"]Lord Dravish[/URL]

[COLOR="#0000CD"]And here he was, still in his birth land of Genesaris and a long way away from his love who was still in Tia. He hadn't intended on being gone for so long, but he had no choice in the matter. Dravish had all the information he needed, and he knew where he must now go to fulfill these visions that intruded upon random hours. He was waiting for a few others, while he stood in the vastness of the White Sand's that filled most of Orisia's Isle.

It was hot, temperatures reaching pass triple digits. Several canteens rested at his side as he was well prepared to fend himself off from the deadly sun high above. Not only that, he had heard the rumors of the deadly fiends that roamed the vast and empty desert, not to mention those that filled the Red Sands. His true destination would take him into the heart of the Red Sands, a nest of fiery fiends and dragons lay nested. A lair is said to hold the one that keeps calling for him, to free him from his slumber.

Do to the weather, the Paladin was dressed in his bloodmage clothes. Black and red cloth covered his body from head to toe as black boots cushioned him against the sand beneath him. Upon the chest piece of the robes, a silver insignia of two elemental dragonflies would remain embroidered. Upon his left side, the mighty sword Darklore would rest in a slumber. A white feather, with a black feather beside it, would tug against the hilt as it was connected by a chain to the hilt. The wind that brought slight comfort through the heat, would threaten to pull both of the feathers away from him, yet failed upon each attempt. His long white hair would act in the same manner.

His baby blue eyes scanned the desert as he waited for the others he could sense coming. Hopefully they planned on attending his dangerous journey into the devil's den, and hopefully they were all fully prepared for the events about to come. And hopefully, they would all come out of this alive, a win-win for everyone. There was still a part within him that was still unsure of what to expect once he would face Ayden - the sealed dragon.[/COLOR] Edited September 13, 2012 by Ayden

[Zotar 63]

Gamriel had been dispatched to this realm in hopes to complete his training. But he certainly wasn't prepared for the hot winds that greeted him upon exiting the portal from the temple. His iridescent dragon-scale armor reflected blinding rainbows in the sun wherever it was not covered by his plain cloak, but it could not reflect the creeping heat that permeated every gap and seam. The warmth that greeted him was accompanied by the sight of desolation, reddened dunes dotted with dry foliage, and stark white bones of scavenged beasts. [I]Whatever could a person do in such a lifeless place? [/I]

Gamriel turned his head and watched the portal close behind him like an iris of light closing. The sight of the wondrous Temple on the other side was erased, leaving only the sight of desert space. The door would reopen when he had finished whatever he'd been sent here to do. As the last remnants of the door closed, Gamriel spotted a person nearby. [I]That must be Dravish.
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He started forward, warily at first, but more confident as he came closer. He felt led forward. He waved his hand in greeting. "Ahoy there! Be your name Dravish?" Edited July 13, 2012 by Zotar
I spotted an error. :(

[Ronule 15]

[FONT=Comic Sans MS]“I miss them,” the shifter all but screamed into the ear of her companion. The [I]them[/I] in question were her friends from the Sword and Board Tavern, of whom went on their separate ways, though under good terms.

“I know, but acting like a child won’t do us any good,” the grizzled half-elf answered, scratching his head in frustration for the onslaught of annoyance he was about to endure.

“Child!? I’m only two years younger than you,” she cried, swatting at his head. Malkovian ducked under the swing in time, and Ashé cursed under her breath.

“Maybe so, but who’s throwing the temper tantrum?”

They had been traveling for a while in Orisia, having sailed over from the mainland after arriving from Terrenus by way of the Casper port. Though both could not be sure as to what was happening, they both felt a [I]pull[/I] in a direction. They didn’t know where the feeling would lead them, but as they pressed on, the [I]pull[/I] felt stronger, and they knew that soon, they would be where they were needed.

After finally calming down from Malkovian’s little remark, Ashé finally spoke again, “By the way, any idea what this nagging feeling we’ve been having lately is?” Malkovian, clad in his usual gloomy black tunic and gray slacks, covered by a black hooded cloak with traces of leather armoring in vital spots, just kept quiet for a moment. “I’m talking to you, moron!”

Malkovian finally snapped out of his daze. Staring at Ashé, who was currently wearing a new black jumpsuit with a purple sash that Malkovian had bought to calm her down, old memories of what happened all those years ago flooded his mind; and he wanted to apologize, but he would not say anything, whenever he did, she became angry and told him not to. So he merely faked a smile and replied, “I’m not sure, but from what the locals have been telling me, we’re heading in the direction of a desert, a pretty rough one at that, from what I hear.”

After some time crossing the typical sands of the isle, the pull that had been driving them was stronger than before. Not far in the distance a humanoid shape began to appear and as they came ever closer they could make out more of his appearance. It would appear that he was waiting for somebody, and for a moment, they considered that perhaps it may have been them.

Before reaching reasonable shouting distance to get his attention, a portal of sorts appeared and another person set foot upon the sands. They would have been on edge if he had not waved at the one who was standing there, showing no hostility. Ashé sprinted in the direction of the two and Malkovian walked his leisurely pace, wanting to conserve the energy that she herself need not worry about, and his old habit as a business owner kicked in as he started making a mental note of what they had in their packs to keep them fed, hydrated and prepared for whatever it was that pulled them to adventure once again.[/FONT] Edited July 17, 2012 by Ronule

[AnsemDiz 4]

Dangel did NOT like the dessert. It wasn't the heat that tortured him, but the sand-carrying winds. They tanned and eventually browned his white suite. Which was something he wasn't going to allow. So in defense from the sand, he had an orb transform into a white overcoat for his whole body. It was a light glow that surrounded him. However he was not walking either, but flying. Two of his orbs had long ago attached to his back to form beautiful white feathered wings, granting the human the prized gift of flight.

[I]Well I hope they don't notice the glow too much. That must be Dravish. Who's the other guy?[/I]
"Hey guys! Up here!" he yelled from above.
[I]Well I only have one free orb right now, but Dravish should know it's me. After all, who else has floating white orbs that transform while wearing a white suite? In the desert no less.[/I]

[Ayden 1105]

[COLOR="#0000CD"]His baby blue eyes shifted in the sands as he could feel the others coming. Perhaps it worked, though he didn't know why these few were picked. Dravish looked upon the first new comer as he was addressed by name. It was of no surprise, for the request of help often went with a name, regardless of the mean's that pulled them all here. [/COLOR][B]"I am."[/B] [COLOR="#0000CD"]Dravish smiled back kindly before speaking once more. [B]"And you Gamriel?"[/B] He questioned back, wondering if it was truly him or not that pulled forth from the portal. Did his summoning of help stretch that far? No one would really ever know...

Both eyes danced once more, this time in the direction of two others who closed in. More adventurers to assist him upon this journey. The female running, as if she was in a hurry, and the male taking his good old time. This would surly prove to be an interesting endeavor. Before he had much time to truly take in the details of either party, another voice beckoned forth from the sky. [/COLOR][I]"Hey guys! Up here!"[/I] [COLOR="#0000CD"]The voice shouted out as Dravish turned his face to the sky. The man looked like another sun floating in the sky, a rather uncomfortable sight, yet recognizable at that.
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[B]"Dangel."[/B] [COLOR="#0000CD"]Dravish said with a smile as he recognized the man. Dangel was rather unique, and Dravish had only bumped into him once or twice along his own journey. In truth, he hadn't expected someone he knew to show up and help him. Any help that would of been wanted was back in Tia, but he would take whoever could help him. This nonsense had to stop, and he had to end the visions the lead him here. Even Dravish felt the pull, in the same matter that these other adventurers did. It brought him here, to the White Desert, and soon into the Red Sands.

Waving at Dangel, he waited for everyone to catch up and meet face to face. His eyes turned back to Ashé who was now within speaking distance. Dangel would surely come down, Gamriel was also upon him. An introduction, and an explanation of sorts would have to be given as all these adventurers were clueless, and unaware of the situation about to unfold. Once they were all close... he would explain.[/COLOR]

[Zotar 63]

[B][quote]"And you Gamriel?"[/quote]

"Indeed I am," he replied calmly. The recognition startled him. He had only just been told about Dravish's summoning through the priesthood. And somehow the priests had informed Dravish of the paladin who would be dispatched. Gamriel was only recently ordained a paladin, and the quirks and curiosities of the priesthood mystified him at times, but he trusted that the priests themselves were guided in their judgement and insight. So he accepted the mutual recognition as a sign that he was in the right place at the right time.

However, the other adventurers he did not recognize as easily, though he felt the same calling to them. He greeted them once they were all assembled.

"The Blessings of The Way upon all of you, for it is no coincidence that we've been called here. "[/B]

[AnsemDiz 4]

Dangel descended to Darvish's side but did not touch the ground. The single free orb continued to circle around him as he observed the new paladin. "Hello. My name is Dangel. Dangel Wease."

He would hover until everyone was here. Simply because he loved the gift of flight.

[Zotar 63]

"Pleased to meet your Loftiness." Gamriel quipped. "I'm Gamriel."

[Magnetic Anomaly 74]

Dorian grew up a commoner on Orisia Isle, currently in his mid twenties, was too young to remember much about the destruction the north spread throughout the kingdom. He lived a simple life with two parents who loved him very much. He learned his father's trade and ran a tavern. That was, until one fateless night when he was closing and met a strange old mage. Desiring to become somebody important in the world the boy was intrigued by the knowledge the old man possessed. Apparently the mage saw great potential in the boy and agreed to give Dorian private lessons without his parents' knowing. This went on for months until Dorian learned of the Nether, a dream-like dimension. The Nether was a dangerous place for the mind to wander, for it could become lost, or perhaps mislead by treacherous spirits who roam there. The old man warned Dorian of the dangers and pleaded with him to leave it alone. He made Dorian promise to never attempt a trip to the Nether, but alas, nothing is stronger than the curiosity of a young man.

Dorian performed the meditations and ritual required to step foot in the Nether and couldn't return to his body. He was in a coma-like state for a very long time. His parents discovered the truth behind their secret lessons and became furious with the man, but asked for his aid regardless. He had sent his own mind into the Nether to search for the boy but to no avail. There was nothing he could do for poor old Dorian and offered his sincerest apologies before leaving their lives forever. The parents then sought help from various other sources. At one point a witch-doctor had even tried filling Dorian's body with energies that would've surely killed a man if it weren't already for the slow heart rate at which Dorian's beat. the energies had left a certain glow about his body, affecting it in a way nobody could determine until he awoke, if he ever did so. Eventually the glow would dim, weeks would pass, and still no progress.

There came a point where his father cracked under the loss of his son and killed himself in his tavern on his shift to close up the place, leaving his wife a widow. She became depressed and the only thing she had in the world that she was able to hold onto was the hope that her son would one day wake up. A little under two years would pass before Dorian's eyes would flicker open and though his experiences in the Nether seemed a distant dream, he was older and much had changed. His body underwent some sort of magical indifference, his father was dead, and he would later find his mother in a slumber she would never return from. It was a difficult and devastating discovery, one that nearly broke the young man.

Dorian spent the next few months adjusting to reality, practicing the arcane arts, and discovering the abilities the witch doctor had accidentally bestowed upon him...but that wasn't all he had to get used to....

When Dorian traveled to the Nether he was overwhelmed and became lost. A treacherous spirit had abducted him in hopes of possessing Dorian's body, but the boy's will had been strong. The spirit kept him prisoner and intentionally had allowed his escape on a few occasions which ultimately got him even more lost before being captured again. A kind spirit had rescued him and lead him away far enough where his captor would never find him again. Dorian grew attached to the spirit, sympathized with it and most importantly, empathized with it. He had agreed to bring the spirit home with him where it would share his mind and body.

They have been living off street jobs as a mercenary ever since....

[B][center]Presently[/center][/B]

Dorian had learned of a rescue mission into the desert. Rumors had been floating around, and when you work mercenary jobs, information about these sort of things comes easily. After learning much about the mission, Dorian felt empathetic towards the captive, after all, he had been captive for so very long. It was time to do something for someone else. So when it came time to meet the rescue team on the outskirts of the desert, he would appear before them and offer his services. The spirit from the Nether that lived within him, Dredd, didn't mind the adventure and so it was settled.

Right before Dravish's groups' eyes sand began to swirl up from the ground. The more grains that met the miniature sandstorm the more Dorian's body became distinct, brownish-yellow grains solidifying into the likeliness of skin. The last part of his body that solidified from the sand was his eyes...their eyes. His left eye was dark green with swirls of orange blended within and his right eye was a deep purple with swirls of blue within. A glow seemed to escape from around the eyes as if a light was shining inside his skull. Two separate voices were distinct, yet blended harmonically, as Dorian greeted the leader Dravish.

[B]"I'm here to help....My name is Dorian Dredd."[/B]

[AnsemDiz 4]

"Gamriel." He nodded his head. At least Dangel wasn't the only one with a sense of humor. That would make the new adventure happier. Suddenly a miniature sandstorm began. Dangel though nothing of it until body parts began to form. That caught his attention. Then the eyes. The glowing eyes. [I]Zombie? Mummy? Dark powers? Cool intro. Like a shinobi.[/I]

"Well hello Dorian, I'm Dangel. Dangel Wease."
He extended his right hand towards the newcomer.

[Magnetic Anomaly 74]

((OOC: I really think a posting order should be established for this thread but it's up to Ayden. Nobody post til his say so...I gave my opinion.))

[Ayden 1105]

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Please keep all OOC in the OOC thread. The point is well taken, so thank's for bringing it up. Everyone wait till Ronule can throw a post up, we are in no rush. After Ronule posts, I will start the posting order. From here on out, the posting order is as follows: Ayden, Zotar, Ronule, AnsemDiz, Somethingrandom, (anyone else who joins). Any questions, comments, please send them to the ooc link. I'll have this and random's post removed after a little bit. Thanks again!
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[Ronule 15]

[FONT=Comic Sans MS]Before Ashé had reached the men they had originally seen, more people appeared. Even with all she had seen in her life, it was still surprising seeing so many people come together randomly in such an obscure place. She knew the pull they had felt was something big. Finally reaching the group she exclaimed, “hello, everybody!” While she managed to stay still for a bit, her tail refused to while she continued, “I’m Ashé and my tortoise of a companion is Malkovian.” She cleared her throat then turned back to her half-elf companion and yelled, “hurry the hell up slow ass, you’re being rude!”

“Yeah, yeah,” came a slightly apathetic answer.

Turning back to everyone that had come together and was waiting for Malkovian, she sheepishly apologized, “I’m really sorry, I promise once we get going he’ll be worth a damn, he’s gotten a bit lazy.”

“Have not,” came an answer behind her as she felt his icy grip on her shoulder. “Just not as fast in my old age, you could say.” He smiled at his feline companion and approached the group finally giving his own greeting, “I’m Malkovian, though with the powers to be that have brought us this far out together, I’m sure at least someone among us would not find this name entirely new.”[/FONT]

[Ayden 1105]

[COLOR="#0000CD"]He had used whatever resources available to gather these adventurers. He spread word at the local taverns of this day, reached out to the church's who spread word through the temples to other priests, and through the might of his own magic pulled the wondering mind to him and into the White Desert. His eyes fell upon the mercenary with odd color eyes, a notable figure of sorts. A slight nod would be given in the man's direction as he closed in, saving his own introduction until the others were close enough.

Dangel and Gamriel already introduced themselves, and as Malkovian and Ashé did the same, he simply sighed. With the several canteens upon his waist side, much like a soldier carrying a ton of ammo, Dravish would pull them off his hip one at a time. His hand would outstretch each canteen to each of the party members, within it carrying precious water. There would still be one remained on his side of course, for his own use. Once the canteens were distributed, the Paladin begain to talk.
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[B]"I am Lord Dravish. I have summoned you all here to assist me, yet you are all free to make this decision on your own."[/B] [COLOR="#0000CD"]He explained to them, there was no way he would force them to put their lives in danger. [/COLOR][B]"We are heading into the Red Sand's of Orisia, where dangerous fiery fiends lay nested. Within the lair, a crystallized dragon awaits to be freed. Any other dragons spotted are most likely dangerous, and should be treated with caution."[/B] [COLOR="#0000CD"]This was, of course, a quick overview of the mission and adventure that was already laid out before them. His voice rather commanding, as if he had taken charge of situations like this before.[/COLOR]

[B]"This will be dangerous, no mistake about it. But there will be riches, and treasures, and true tests that will push you to your limits. You can even die. But if you don't, you will gain much more in return."[/B] [COLOR="#0000CD"]His voice died out for a moment as he eyed every single one of them. This was serious, and he hoped they would not take his words of caution lightly. The wind blew slightly, a change of pace. If they were ready, they would push onward.[/COLOR] [B]"Let me know when you are ready, for it's not too late to turn around."[/B] Edited July 13, 2012 by Ayden

[Zotar 63]

Gamriel listened intently and then pondered a moment weighing his words. "Dragon slaying is it? That is indeed a challenge worthy of our collective talents, but much more than worthy I'd say. Why are we braving the serpents' hive to free one crystallized dragon, and why are we freeing it?"