[J] The Time Of The Dragons. - [Pa][F][M][Pw]

[Wolstenholme]

When she heard more beating wings and looked up to see the red Dragon preparing to land. She turned back to the other rider who she had been telling about the forsworn. He had his hand on his sword. Katya looked him in the eye."I'm pretty sure he's one of us..." She trailed off before adding as short warning "He's quite angsty though."
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Fyrn began to swim, as swiftly as possible. It hurts. He informed Oz. She could imagine how he was feeling even though she had no wings of her own to break.
Don't worry. I'll use a numbing spell and a speed spell. You will be fixed up soon.
You do realise that it is about seventy miles to Teirm, right?
I know, the spell will make it feel like it's only 15 miles though, if I can get it to work to it's full effect. Don't worry.
I hope so. It hurts, Ozzie.
Oz wanted to hold him tight and fix his wing there and then but to heal a tear in the wing like that took more than just a healing spell.
I'll sort that Lux and his unruly Dragon out next time I see them. She told Fyrn, fiercely.
Then she placed a hand on Fyrn's back and her other hand on the olive coloured part of her sword. She spoke the words "num dolor" - numb the pain. Fyrn sighed into her mind instantly. Then Oz said the second spell "da ei celeritati" - give him speed. Oz felt the magic spawn on Fyrn's dull green hide, he rapidly became more alive and his strokes propelled him further, he was able to move his legs more quickly without tiring. Happy with her work, Oz curled up in the crook of Fyrn's neck.
Wake me up as soon as you see Teirm.
Oz slept, feeling the beating of Fyrn's heart synced with her own.

[Awkward Squirtle]

As he landed, Kamren noted the eyepatched rider he had seen throwing knives earlier reaching for his sword. A fight appeared to be brewing, so he grabbed his bow, knowing he could load, evade and aim quickly if necessary. Having a dragon on the scene would of course help too.
"Nice to see you too," he remarked, hoping to get a handle on what the situation was. He leaped down from Leigarth's neck. "Is there a problem?"
That's one way to introduce yourself.

[The Macintosh Ninja: SOH CAH TOA]

His sword was still in its hilt; he untied the clasp holding it discreetly so he could more quickly draw it.

((I actually haven't drawn my sword yet. Just undid the loop thing that holds it in place. But I'll run with the assumption.))
"Easy..." Grigori said, seeing the newcomer draw a bow. The elf claimed he was an ally, but drawing a weapon wasn't exactly a friendly action ((the assumption here is that both Katya and Kamren think Grigori is reaching for a weapon when he's only undoing the strap so he can draw it should he need to.)). "You fought the Foresworn, yes?" he asked. His eyes looked around; the others were tense too. If they were all Riders, as was the assumption, this could turn into a horrible misunderstanding.

[Wolstenholme]

When Kamren drew his bow, Katya took a step closer to Lux and put her hand on her sword, ready to draw it if things got nasty. She whispered to Lux, her old friend "Thought he was on our side" She was darting glances at each of them sensing the tension in the air. You could pierce the atmosphere with the knives that the eye-patched rider owned. Asael turned around from where he had been observing the closest charred building and shot a steely glare at the scene.

[Awkward Squirtle]

((That's the idea, I just said I saw you reach for it and made assumptions, I have good vision remember))

"I did, yes," Kamren responded warily, "Took one of them out of the sky, but I'm pretty sure she got away. She seemed to like teal." He wanted to say more, but was hesitant, not knowing if this was a forsworn or not. He worried he had said too much already. The rider seemed to have left his weapon for now, but he presumably still had those knives from earlier. Kamren kept his bow in his hand, but lowered to his side.

[The Macintosh Ninja: SOH CAH TOA]

"Teal. That's right, the elf said one had a teal dragon." Grigori thought. "So his story checks out.".
He cleared his throat.
"Looks to me like everyone's story fits. We should regroup with the others and plan our next move. The elders will want to hear about this too." Grigori said. He relaxed and brought his arms to his side. "These people need to get to the nearest city." Grigori explained, pointing at the crowd. "They're still angry about what the Foresworn did. I don't blame them: it was an unprovoked attack. They took the lives of innocent people and ruined the lives of many others."

[Wolstenholme]

Katya listened intensely to what the other rider had to say, she knew that his plan was right but felt there was something else that ought to be done first. In that moment it came to her mind. It was a small task but it was an important one. "Maybe we should tell each other our names first." Katya let out a little laugh "I've been calling everyone 'the other rider' in my head and it's frustrating. Introductions are in order. I'm Katya and this is Asael," with that she gestured to her scaly friend who was stood patiently behind her.

[SirBlaziken]

"Yes, pretty sure he's on our side." Lux whispered back to Katya. He the turned to address the group, "The dragon that we set on fire, the flame was supposed to be a warning shot. Guess my dragon has a better aim than I thought. Anyways, I'm Lux, and that's Myrsky." Lux said, motioning to the midnight blue dragon.

"So, I can help transport people to the nearest city if needed." he finished.

Guess I'm not done tonight
Nope, this should be it, I think. Watch for Oz though. She's about ready to kill us I'll bet.
Yeah, a little too much to the left on that one.
Sometimes your aim is a little too good.

[The Macintosh Ninja: SOH CAH TOA]

"Grigori. Xel'lotath" the knife-throwing Rider explained, first pointing to himself, then to his preening dragon. His voice was direct: he was issuing commands and time was of the essence. "Our Dragons are tired from battle and extinguishing the flames. Best we tell nearby cities to send some ships. We can escort them. It will speed up the process and make everyone more comfortable."
"I've got a ship!" one crowd member called. The man stepped forward. He looked like a merchant from the way he dressed. "I use it to move spices and supplies, but there is plenty of room for people. I may need to do two trips though." he added. He looked a bit proud of himself: a hero selflessly volunteering to help out in a crisis.
"Your assistance is appreciated." Grigori told the man.

[SirBlaziken]

Well, looks like you may not have to play ferry after all.
Thank the gods for that.

"Thank you sir for allowing us to borrow your ship!" Lux yelled out, "It is very much appreciated!"

((Yeah, not much to say this time))

[Wolstenholme]

"Until the ships are ready for the convoy, we could try and round up some of those 'Forsworn'" Katya said, and waited for approval of her idea.  When Asael heard Katya's plan, even though he knew what it would be, he lifted his neck which had previously been laid out on the floor. Finally receiving a moments 'peace' or rest, Katya found the time to loose her hair from the decorative accents that she had been wearing for the graduation party and fix it into her usual braid. The graduation party seemed as if it where eons ago.

[The Macintosh Ninja: SOH CAH TOA]

"I don't think any of us can authorize that. We don't know their numbers or their strength. When they attacked, we defended. Going on the offensive isn't our mission." His voice falthered. He felt like he was shouting, like he was talking down to the girl even though her suggestion was sound. Xel'lotath looked at him uneasily. She knew he was feeling conflicted and walked closer to him. "Let's wait for the others before planning anything further..."

((I kind of don't want to move too far forward in time, so this next part will be up to Chloe_ to accept.))

The merchant signaled to the others to follow him with a hearty shout and a hand wave. The docks were close, and the ships were undamaged by the fires of the city. With the help of crew and citizens, they began clearing the ships for everyone to board.

[Wolstenholme]

((That's perfectly fine, I know what you mean about not wanting too be on, some people are ridiculously in active but I'm really excited about this and I keep having to stop myself from making it move too fast.))

[Danatales]

What's our next plan of action, then? Trezarex  rumbled to Stella as she paddled through the ocean, still wincing a little from her injured leg. She was drifting along the ocean nearest the cliffs, large head eyeing the sky for any Riders who may have followed them.
Not sure, but I definitely think it involves getting away from this island as quickly as we can, Stella replied, leaning over the side of her dragon to drag her fingers lazily through the ocean. She still felt a bit tired from her water spell, and was resting it off on her dragon's back, We're in the radar of those Riders for sure by now. She had to smirk a bit, Admittedly, we sort of placed ourselves there, but still. Time to go back to the shadows before striking once again.
What do you suggest?
You can fly okay, right?
The leg's still sore, but I can manage. Why?
I'm thinking perhaps we take a low altitude, head back to the mainland. Maybe we'll cross paths with one of our compadres.
I suppose I could swing that. To Teirm, maybe?
Sure. Stella shrugged and smiled a bit. Been a while since she was in her hometown. Only if you're feeling up for it, though.
Treza twisted her head over to blink at her Rider and grinned meanly, Don't worry. I'm feeling up for it.
Then with a loud rumble, the dragon extended her broad teal wings, catching the window and lifting herself out of the ocean. Stella gasped, holding on tight as Trezarex began to fly out over the sea, claws dragging through the water, she was flying so low.
To the mainland!

[The Macintosh Ninja: SOH CAH TOA]

The citizens worked together to clear out the merchant's ship, in addition to two other ships that served a similar purpose (transporting trade goods). They gathered what they could from the rubble: money, belonging, anything that would help them in the next town over. Though the thought of a town coming together was sweet, not many faces were dry. Some cried for the lost businesses, others for the homes and everything they owned, and still more were grieving a far greater loss. The entire process was done mostly in silence, with only occasional murmurs.

With the citizens packed up, it was time to begin the travel.
"We'll organize escorts in the air. There are enough of us to take different watches: Two take point, three take rear, others fan out. We need to be vigilant. If you see a hostile, have your dragon roar or fire into the air." Grigori told the others, including unnamed NPCs that aided in fighting the fire.