i only post on this thread...a friend told me about the chatterbox so i came and got addicted to the first dragon rp, but i don't really post anywhere else. :P

Since nobody will post, I will now create a list of ways to annoy Draco.

- draw chibis of her and shove them into her face

- refer to Deren as her ex and Endey as her true love

- insist on showing her every phrasing of her I'd ever done. Ask her if she likes them. If she says no, scream, WELL, I'M NOT PERFECT!!

- send her a copy of A Smart Girl's Guide to Boys (ugh, American Girl)

- give her a catalogue from Justice and ask her what she wants (okay, this won't quite work, since she's seventeen, but oh well. None of them act like seventeen year olds anyway...)

- make her take Harrry Potter personality quizzes

- show her my earliest scratch projects (that's the evilst of all >:3 

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Post about learning magic. Post about the dragon gods. Post about Essrial. Post, or I will. -consults Spamdragon-  

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Mwahahaha. I did say I'd post. 

Since we like battles, I'll do a battle. 

Siara Rizlak, second daughter and fourth child of Lord Rowan of Flintwall, Granddaugher to Verdomin Rizlak, but known in this RP as Draco~

We'd traveled for three nights now, and I was starting to wonder why Essrial made us come along in the first place. We met nobody, the whole area was absolutely clear. Some days I'd see a village in the distance, but we never seemed to get close to them. And as we went further and further, we saw less and less villages. The grass grew higher and higher, the terrain rockier and rockier.

 Meanwhile, Essrial was teaching some of us magic. When I asked Anex what she taught him,  he shook his head and muttered, "Nothing much, mostly theory." The same thing happened the four hundred and eleven times me and a few others asked things people learning magic that question.

Myself? I practiced sword fighting. I'd stopped referring to it as 'Endey teaching me fencing', and thought of it as 'us practicing fencing together'. He corrected me sometimes. He was better. But I was good. I enjoyed those times, though I wouldn't admit it for a hundred Princes, and not even for cranberry pie. And that was saying something.

The third evening, we reached a clear, moonlit pool. As we stopped for the night, Essrial suddenly said, "I'll keep watch tonight."

This surprised us all, she had never done that before. To be honest, she acted like Princess Anjelikah traveling with her body guards. That made me sure that she was plotting something.

I was awakened by splashes in the dead of night. Opening my eyes, I saw Essrial holding a silver plate in her hands. It appeared to be full of water, and the light of the quarter moon (I think) reflected off of it. 

I felt sure I was not the only one watching. Trying not to make noise, I squinted through the darkness.

Essrial put the plate down. "How convenient," she muttered to herself. "A dragon for the slayers to slay." 

 Then she turned around and faced the moon. I lay there for a long time, but Essrial was as still and silent as the snow on an icy winter's night. Eventually, I fell asleep. 

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Seeing the narrow ravine that Essial had described, Elyana, who is in the lead, dived down and landed perfectly. She was followed by me and Aleakim, and then by everyone else. Essrial landed last, like a dandelion seed on the wind. She required no wings or dragon to fly; she floated through the air of her own accord. Motioning for us to stand aside, Essrial made a grand swooping gesture and stood back. 

Silver light outlined a door in the cliff, a door that hasn't been there before. I felt a little anxious; despite living with dragons, I wasn't too fond of underground tunnels. 

"The dragons must remain here," ordered Essrial. We gasped, and the dragons rumbled angrily.

"What, afraid without your guards?" she asked.

"Not at all," scoffed Nova, and entered first. 

We followed Nova, and descended the carved stairs. They went lower and lower, though the air seemed to remain the same. 

After what seemed like ages, we came to a hall. The ceiling seemed higher than the sky; maybe, Deren would have said, it's because the sky is supposed to be high up, and ceiling aren't. Stupid, philosophical Deren who died, got odd, and tried to kill me. 

The hall is filled with dragons. Big dragons, little dragons, dragons with scales and fish scales and feathers. Dragons with and without wings. One dragon had a round little pearl before his mouth. They were built from precious metals and stones, and they appeared to be statues.

That is, untill Essrial  flew up to the ceiling and shrieked in an inhuman voice, "Time for you to earn your keep, heroes! Slay the guardians of the Waterfall of Arthidiu! This is what I was looking at last night, when you spied on me!" 

Okay, so she knew all along. Creepy. But we have a bigger problem at hand.

The statues aren't quite statues anymore.