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All-rightie everyone!!! Welcome back and for those who don't know yet, Kerra's going to die and we have a new enemy: Hadrian Rilleyo, yes that is Rilleyo's son. YAHOOEYYY!!!!!!!
So, who's with me? And Ferr of course!
submitted by Draco, age 17, Dragonland :) hehe
(February 7, 2012 - 9:13 pm)
(February 7, 2012 - 9:13 pm)
Well, we were about to be killed, but then King Twelfight got attacked by a bunch of dragons who randomly came out of nowhere and we'll probably explain somehow later. In the commotion, we all ran.
But then, we got captured again. Does anyone have any idea how we're going to get out, because I might have our ticket out of here.
(April 8, 2012 - 3:58 pm)
No idea. Get us out, Draco!
(April 8, 2012 - 6:57 pm)
Sorry for being overdramatic and whatnot, but I need a bit of interest in my life.
Kell~
The knights and Mirande's brother, the annoyingly perfect Troner, came out of an alley. They were leading the unlucky dragonlovers/slayers. Most of them were glaring at Endeyrory Pracea, a dragon slayer like me, like it was all his fault. I felt sorry for him-- but then I saw Siara and stopped feeling sorry for anyone else.
Siara's hair was short and looked like it had been cut in the dark with a blunt dagger. She was wearing dirty brown and green clothes, and a sword hung at her belt. I'd never seen my younger sister with a sword before. It was... an unusual experience.
"They shall spend the night in jail-- and, tomorrow, at dawn, they will be hanged!" Troner announces. "It will be my first deed as King!" The crowd roars approval. Lady Ketira is smiling delightedly. What is up with that girl? Who is she?
Wait. King? That bloody idiot is King? Right. Twelfight died.
"He won't be an improvement," Ran whispered into my ear, squeezing my hand tighter. THe end of the world is here, in the form of my friend's brother. The brother of the person that I love.
I thought that was the worst part. But the worst part is when Siara passes by me and gives me a look of deepest loathing. That's when I felt the most betrayed.
She's a Disgrace, officially witten down in the book of Disgraces.
She left the Rizlaks for dragons.
She changed her name to something that means dragon in a language I don't know.
She deserves to die, by Flintwall standards.
But she's my sister.
~~~
Mirande~
Kell cornered me after dinner that evening, after all the crowning yada yada yada. I knew what he was going to ask me. I saw the look on his face when his sister and her friends were led into the room-- and I felt horrible, for I could do nothing about it.
"I know what you're going to ask," I told him. He looks hopeful. I don't want to add it. But I do: "I can't help you."
He looks so crushed, a tear wells up in my eye. Before I can say anything else, though, he turns around, dragon fire in his eyes.
"You're the Princess!" Kell cries, torn between anger and hopelessness. "You have power! You have connections!"
"Kell," I whisper, avoiding his eyes. "Kell, you don't understand. I can't just march into my brother's office and ask him to release your sister and her friends. Nobody can change his mind."
"Why not?? Ran--"
He breaks down. It's no longer possible for him to restrain his sobs. He sits down on the stairs and hangs his head.
I can't watch this any longer. "Kell," I whisper. "I'll do what I can."
He doesn't need to say anything. We look into each other's eyes, and we understand each other. Then I slip out into the night.
It was time to put my friendship with law enforcers to good use.
(April 8, 2012 - 8:05 pm)
HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAALPPTOPTOPTOPTOPTOPTOP TOPOPTOPTOPTOP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
(April 15, 2012 - 3:06 pm)
Arlen-
Our escape is going well up until Endey has to stop at the tavern. “I smell apples. And pie.”
“Also known as apple pie.” Draco notes.
“Let’s go in.”
I am beginning to see what pie can do to some people. I never liked the food myself.
“Are you crazy?” Corbinian shouts. “You want to eat now? At a time like this?”
“This is a great idea. Troner and Co. will think we’ve already left the city.”
“Right…” I mutter sarcastically.
“I guess we can stop…” Draco gives in and walks into the tavern.
We follow but are captured before we can even order pie. The fight ends badly, basically meaning that we get captured.
“See! You can’t always escape me! Now I’ve got you.” Troner cackles as we’re driven to the dungeon. “I could also hang you right now.”
“The sign-up sheet for the hanging is already full. They have to be hanged tomorrow.” A knight whispers a little too loudly.
Troner starts to cry. “I. Want. Them. To. Be. Hanged. Right. Now.”
We endure his whining till the end of the ride.
*
I hear a noise and wake. A cloaked figure is talking with the guards. Suddenly we’re let out one by one.
“We’re not going to be killed?” Adela sounds relieved.
The person stares directly at Draco. “It is all Kell’s doing.”
(April 16, 2012 - 9:32 am)
Draco~
"This is all Kell's doing," the figure says, and looks directly at me. The voice is feminine, and I don't like the sound of it.
I had been hoping to escape. Great. My hopes of living were crushed.
"Kell!" I exclaim scornfully. "Yep, my idiot crybaby princess-dating brother would really want to help us! To-tah-ly!"
"He did," says the figure simply. "Follow me."
I don't believe her, but Aleakim grabs me by one hand and Adela the other (great, my biggest with, being pulled in half by two Dracecai) and we follow the mysterious cloaked lady through the cold dark alleys of Flintwall.
As we approach a tavern, from which bright light and rowdy yells are coming, the girl stops abruptly, and turns to face us. "This could be dangrerous," she says softly. That's when a gust of wind blows her cloak again, and I freeze. I can recognize the rich brown braid, rather sharp nose, and the icy blue eyes. It's Mirande, my brother's girlfriend.
"I should have known!" I say, as loudly as possible. "I'm not going anywhere with you!"
"Draco, who is she?" Arlen asks in confusion.
"Troner's sister," Adela explains.
"Where did he grow up?" I ask myself softly, turning away from everyone. Then, louder: "As I said, I'm not going anywhere with you. I'm getting out of here with whoever agrees."
"First Endey, now Draco," Adela groans. "I'm begginning to see why they like each other so much!"
She hit the target. I wheel around slowly. "Excuse me?"
~~~
Tan-tan-tan. But I have to go eat dinner so one of you has to continue this.
(April 17, 2012 - 6:54 pm)
I didn't finish.
Draco~
I'm starting to say something extremely untactful and rude in Draconian when a small part of my brain wonders how smart it is to get into an arguement with an annoyed Adela.
Mirande's watching me. "Finished?" she asks sarcastically.
"For tonight," I reply.
"Hopefully," adds Elyana.
We follow Mirande further into the city, until we reach a square where hundreds of dragons are chained to the ground. Elyana shivers violently, and so do the rest of us. Mirande leads us toward... our dragons.
Seeing them chained to the ground, among dragons with dull eyes and dirty scales, who have long ago lost hope, made a tear well up in my eye. Why am I crying so much lately? Elyana looks the worst of us, however. We all knew that Xell was like her best friend-- no, he was her best friend.
Mirande takes a lot of keys out of her pocket and sets our dragons free. Stretching his wings, Ferr walks over to me. I run toward him and press my face against his hard, bronze-colored scales. We mount our dragons, but before I can get onto Ferr, Mirande grabs my hand.
"Bear in mind, Siara," she warns me as her eyes pierce me and read me. "Some people here love you. That's what freed you." She lets go and with relief, I scramble onto Ferr.
Our dragons soar into the sky, but then Xandela stops, and hangs in the air beating her wings quickly. "Wait," Adela says.
Elyana follows her gaze. "THe dragons,"
Endey looks furious. "Now who's going to get us back into jail?"
I throw him a Look. "Always the egotist. At least we're caring for others."
We open the chains, and the dragons, throwing us surprized looks, take off into the night. Some still lie there, the lamplight from nearby homes reflecting in their eyes. They are too old, or too weak, or too sick for freedom. We watch them, knowing that there is nothing we can do. Nothing.
As I stare without hope at one of those old ones, I hear a clinking of scales against cobbles behind me. I look up, and I see a dragon that looks oddly familiar, even though I'm sure that I've never seen a dragon so sorry-looking. The graceful curve to the snout, oddly long claws, and triangular scales all remind me of someone. THen she speaks.
"Do you recognise me, Draco?" she asks.
"Kirli?" I breathe. Kirli was a Bronze Clan dragon. Weren't they all killed?!
She nodded sadly. "Some of us were placed here, but I am the only one still alive."
Ferr sees, and begins to come over, but I hear the clank of knight's feet coming from a nearby alley. A scent of seaweed wafts toward us, carried by a gust of wind.
"Fly, Dragon-Fire." Kirli orders. "I'll get away."
Deren had called me that. "Will you?"
"I promise."
And then we fly away, and then we're free.
~~~
Draking overdramatic again, I know. You people had better post now.
(April 19, 2012 - 4:55 pm)
Oh, fewmets!!! Fewmets!! Fewmets, fewmets, fewmets!!!
Since nobody will post
Let's all have a toast
To this awesome thread
That's about to be dead.
(April 21, 2012 - 7:11 pm)
TOPTOPTOPTIPPITYTOPTOPTOPTIPPITYTOP!!!!!!!!!
(April 22, 2012 - 8:38 pm)
Adela? Elyana? Corbinian? Anex?!
WHERE ARE YOU GUYS?
Spamdragon says rbpy. Right, begging post you.
Doesn't make much sense but oh well.
(April 23, 2012 - 4:58 pm)
Not-random-at-all message from Tiffany:
If somebody doesn't post, I swear on Draco's head that I will PERSONALLY intrude in your story. TOP thread, TOP!!!
(April 24, 2012 - 5:55 pm)
toptoptoptoptoppytoppytoptoptopatoptoppytoppytoppytoppytop!
and top and top and top again
I'm going to top this thread like there's no tomorrow
cause for the dragon rp, there is no tomorrow if nobody posts.
Did a dragon eat you guys?
(April 25, 2012 - 5:50 pm)
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(April 27, 2012 - 2:30 pm)
I am so so so so so so so so so so so so slo so so so so so sorry. I
just had no Draking idea what to post. I'm going to try, but it will
probably suck.
Adela-
When we set the dragons free, Draco
stops and looks a one dragon in amasement. I'm pretty shocked too. She
is from the bronze clan. We don't have time for introductions, though.
Knights are coming. We take to the sky and get out of there.
"Who was that?" Arlen asks.
"That was Kirli. She was from the Bronze Clan," Draco replies.
"Um, we have a problem. We're being followed."
"Adela, there is no way they foll..oh-no."
We see big balloons and fire and... Knights.
(April 27, 2012 - 6:59 pm)
Please accept my and Elyana's humble apologies. We were on an exchange trip in Taiwan (courtesy of EVA Air and Xell's flying abilities, of course) and didn't have a chance to post. I will post as soon as is remotely convenient. Thank you for your cooperation and your patience.
TAIWAN ROCKS!!!!
(April 28, 2012 - 9:11 pm)