The Kingdom of Rondón
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Seeking fearless soldiers, merchants, and frontiersmen
Roleplay posts: 96
Age: 400 - 450 years old
Physical Description: Gist: Having just recently conquered their neighboring kingdom of Zephyr, Rondón is going through a golden age, and its Queen is commissioning sea captains as privateers to explore and colonize nearby islands to bring underneath Rondón's green banner.
Capital City: Vinicio, formerly Rondón
Other Major Cities: Selanca, DeRuiz, Baloncia, Brais, Port Calar, Sincaro
Primary Language: Rondi (Fantasy Spanish)
Clothes and Equipment: Ruler: Queen Xiomara Vinicio
Heir: Prince Rafael, Princess Arenna
Primary Export: Gold, stone, wine, horses, lumber, iron, olives, luxury goods
Registered: Apr 5, 2017 19:08:47 GMT -8
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Post by The Kingdom of Rondón on Jun 1, 2017 7:47:13 GMT -8
MontserratThe Western Rondón Border Named due to its razor-like appearance, the Montserrat Mountain Range has stood as a stalwart buffer between Rondón and the lands on its other side. Often covered with light snow during the winter and shielding forests and hills at its feet, Montserrat has a romantic history of being a safe haven for lovers, or their final resting place as they leap from its face on the myth and legend that the Lady of the Mountain would whisk them up to her palace in the sky to live out the rest of their lives. The mountain range is no stranger to beasts, its crags creating many caverns and caves where they tend to dwell. Large mountain lions, bears, and wolves have been known to be in the forest, and occasionally other beasts of more mythical proportions. Within the forested mountains of Montserrat's shadow also sits the city of Selanca. Selanca is known for the gold it mines from the Montserrat hills and one small peak, turning it into jewelry with a very specific appearance known through out the world.
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The Kingdom of Rondón
Committed
Seeking fearless soldiers, merchants, and frontiersmen
Roleplay posts: 96
Age: 400 - 450 years old
Physical Description: Gist: Having just recently conquered their neighboring kingdom of Zephyr, Rondón is going through a golden age, and its Queen is commissioning sea captains as privateers to explore and colonize nearby islands to bring underneath Rondón's green banner.
Capital City: Vinicio, formerly Rondón
Other Major Cities: Selanca, DeRuiz, Baloncia, Brais, Port Calar, Sincaro
Primary Language: Rondi (Fantasy Spanish)
Clothes and Equipment: Ruler: Queen Xiomara Vinicio
Heir: Prince Rafael, Princess Arenna
Primary Export: Gold, stone, wine, horses, lumber, iron, olives, luxury goods
Registered: Apr 5, 2017 19:08:47 GMT -8
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Post by The Kingdom of Rondón on Jun 1, 2017 7:49:11 GMT -8
Birds flew off from the nearby trees as Askar burrowed into the mountain side. Although there were many caverns within the mountain range, there were none that could fit his behemoth size comfortably. Dust filtered into the air, making the sky a murky color and turning the sun a strange shade that spoke of ill-forboding to the hearts of the superstitious Selancan people. In the forest, however, most of the mountain fauna moved away, while the mountain flora had to simply endure.
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Askar
Committed
I'm just a happy camper.
Roleplay posts: 62
Age: Ancient
Physical Description: Size: Askar is 510 feet long, including his tail. He is heavily built in the sense that he looks muscular and has a broad body. His maw is large enough to swallow a bull mammoth whole, his wingspan roughly 1050 feet.
Eyes: Black. Askar's eyes weren't reptilian-like, they were beaming with existential thought unlike an animal.
Color: Askar's scales were dark blue, ranging to a lighter almost grey color on his stomach.
Species: Elder Vintra
Askar's body resembled mostly that of a European dragon. Unlike many dragons he had front and back legs that weren't connected to his wings. His claws were black, thick as battering rams. His teeth were broadswords.Two large horns are placed on the top of his skull, strong enough to bring ruin to most castles.
Askar unlike many other dragons also did not have an opening at the bottom of his chest, it was covered in scale.
http://montre24.com/postimg1/fiz03.jpg
(Roughly something along the lines of this)
Clothes and Equipment: Unlike many dragons, Askar breathes a blue flame. The specific fire that Askar produces is extremely potent and will burn hotter than your average dragon flame, it is said to be capable of melting away stone walls and bring mountainsides to a boil. Askar also has a numbing effect on magic, especially hostile magic intended to harm him. It is very hard to hurt a dragon with sorcery or otherwise put it under a spell.
Registered: May 21, 2015 12:50:03 GMT -8
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Post by Askar on Jun 1, 2017 9:10:57 GMT -8
Askar could practically smell the wealth emitting from these surrounding towns. This frolicking landscape was home to gold, jewelry and all the riches that came with industry of this proportion. Wine merchants riding their carts in and out of towns day and night meant a significant amount of cash flow. Greed wasn't Askar's only motivation - he had taken a liking to the countryside, it stretching in an almost romantic fashion he had never encountered before. He dug and clawed at the mountain, connecting many tunnel systems and expanding on the already vast network of caves. He took his time, but every now and then checked his surroundings thoroughly. He knew that a welcome party would most likely find its way to him before long.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 1, 2017 15:05:52 GMT -8
Mireia road her Rondi horse, Bianca, through the forest -- a mare of excellent breeding and training, roan-colored, with a sable-black main and tail that was braided to keep it out of the way. She was after serious business. Like the others in Selanca, the Lady had seen the beast fly, had seen the plumes of dust begin to fill the air and the occasional crash of stone that sounded like distant thunder. She knew that her father would tell her no. Her father would just know that his daughter would be unable to resist. Ever since the trip visiting Daimyo Akagi Zuikaku, Mireia had thrown herself into proving herself to be worthy of anyone and anything -- and being able to deny them instead. Indeed, she was full of teenage rebellion. She'd had a few callouses on her palms before, but given how she lived, breathed, and slept swordsmanship and knighthood now, her callouses had callouses. All of the softness that may have lingered on her body from her ladyship lifestyle was gone now, replaced instead by sleek, feminine musculature. She had bruises and scrapes from where she'd pushed and pushed and pushed herself. Indeed, even the Captain of the Guard of their estate in Selanca had pulled her father aside and spoken of his concerns of Mireia's sudden drive and desire to prove herself, but any conversations with Mireia herself usually did not end well. Afterall, this was the lady who'd been uanfraid of challenging the Crown Prince of Rondon to a duel. She leaned over the head of her galloping mare, taking the natural obstacles of the forest with ease, every so often glancing up into the sky to see the plumes of dust. When she heard the noises stop, Mireia always pulled the reins so her horse came to a stop, drifting herself and the horse into the shade so the inquisitve, massive dragon couldn't see her (hopefully). And when Askar bent to his work again, Mireia put her horse to another gallop. Armored, armed, and with a chip on her shoulder, she wanted to beat the Royal Rondi Guard and the Court Mage to the dragon. She wanted to be the first to discover what the dragon wanted.
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Askar
Committed
I'm just a happy camper.
Roleplay posts: 62
Age: Ancient
Physical Description: Size: Askar is 510 feet long, including his tail. He is heavily built in the sense that he looks muscular and has a broad body. His maw is large enough to swallow a bull mammoth whole, his wingspan roughly 1050 feet.
Eyes: Black. Askar's eyes weren't reptilian-like, they were beaming with existential thought unlike an animal.
Color: Askar's scales were dark blue, ranging to a lighter almost grey color on his stomach.
Species: Elder Vintra
Askar's body resembled mostly that of a European dragon. Unlike many dragons he had front and back legs that weren't connected to his wings. His claws were black, thick as battering rams. His teeth were broadswords.Two large horns are placed on the top of his skull, strong enough to bring ruin to most castles.
Askar unlike many other dragons also did not have an opening at the bottom of his chest, it was covered in scale.
http://montre24.com/postimg1/fiz03.jpg
(Roughly something along the lines of this)
Clothes and Equipment: Unlike many dragons, Askar breathes a blue flame. The specific fire that Askar produces is extremely potent and will burn hotter than your average dragon flame, it is said to be capable of melting away stone walls and bring mountainsides to a boil. Askar also has a numbing effect on magic, especially hostile magic intended to harm him. It is very hard to hurt a dragon with sorcery or otherwise put it under a spell.
Registered: May 21, 2015 12:50:03 GMT -8
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Post by Askar on Jun 1, 2017 15:22:36 GMT -8
Askar had not noticed Lady Mireia's arrival. He was quite busy tearing into the mountainside. He was dead set on creating a large cave this time. A tunnel system was a must to store his riches, to throw off potential looters as well. He could be staying here for hundreds of years if the surrounding kingdom was viable. He did not care for the brutalization of cities for gold. He preferred stealing with as little casualties as possible, or receiving gifts. Good neighbors with learned men among them was also high on the list, despite loving riches he had a soft spot for knowledge, riddles and conversation with scholars. He grunted loudly, tossing a rock over his shoulder large enough to pulverize the foundation of any guard-tower. He was large enough to rarely notice critters or animals passing in the brush below him, this could also be said about light footed humanoids. Anyone thinking about sneaking up on him would however be advised to not get too close. The flames that bathed the mountain side along with the occasional rock slide was enough to deter most smart individuals - but perhaps not the uniquely bold.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 2, 2017 12:13:18 GMT -8
She continued to ride hell-for-leather through the forest and toward Askar. When she was close enough, the trees began to melt away, not enough soil and dirt to hold their trunks and branches and girth, and it became easier and easier to see the young noble on her steed. The Rondi horse made it over the new terrain with ease as she leaned over its neck, moving onto more rocky, more sloped terrain. The steed continued to make its way up, and up until the beast began to go slower, and slower, the mountain side getting steeper and steeper. She finally had to rein her horse to a stop when there was no more vegetation near her but for what sproutlings could grow between the cracks. The wind was blowing harder up this high, chillier as it stung at her cheeks and nose. Mireia's hazel gaze was determined, however, and she unseated herself from the horse and tied it. Then, the wind whipping at her thick, dark hair, she began to climb even higher up the mountain to reach the dragon.
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Askar
Committed
I'm just a happy camper.
Roleplay posts: 62
Age: Ancient
Physical Description: Size: Askar is 510 feet long, including his tail. He is heavily built in the sense that he looks muscular and has a broad body. His maw is large enough to swallow a bull mammoth whole, his wingspan roughly 1050 feet.
Eyes: Black. Askar's eyes weren't reptilian-like, they were beaming with existential thought unlike an animal.
Color: Askar's scales were dark blue, ranging to a lighter almost grey color on his stomach.
Species: Elder Vintra
Askar's body resembled mostly that of a European dragon. Unlike many dragons he had front and back legs that weren't connected to his wings. His claws were black, thick as battering rams. His teeth were broadswords.Two large horns are placed on the top of his skull, strong enough to bring ruin to most castles.
Askar unlike many other dragons also did not have an opening at the bottom of his chest, it was covered in scale.
http://montre24.com/postimg1/fiz03.jpg
(Roughly something along the lines of this)
Clothes and Equipment: Unlike many dragons, Askar breathes a blue flame. The specific fire that Askar produces is extremely potent and will burn hotter than your average dragon flame, it is said to be capable of melting away stone walls and bring mountainsides to a boil. Askar also has a numbing effect on magic, especially hostile magic intended to harm him. It is very hard to hurt a dragon with sorcery or otherwise put it under a spell.
Registered: May 21, 2015 12:50:03 GMT -8
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Post by Askar on Jun 3, 2017 6:52:31 GMT -8
As the young noble made her way up the mountain she'd notice that Askar had already made decent progress, the gaping hole in the mountain so unfathomably large one could fit a village in the mouth of the cave. Smoke and dust rose from the site, making it hard to see just how far down the dragon had made it. Askar's tail whipped against the ground, causing boulders the size of huts to go flying like pebbles. Askar rose from the dusty site, smoke seeping from the edge of his maw as his eyes flickered across the surrounding landscape.
He looked to the sky, feeling the warmth from the sun, it casting dark shades of ruby across the horizon, blending beautifully with the occasional cloud. Suddenly his head jerked slightly, his eyes setting on the young woman. He didn't do anything - there was no indication of danger from the dragon, he merely stared wondering just what kind of person had the guts to confront a dragon alone. Despite his size he was equipped with eyesight comparable to a hawk, making it easy to get a more detailed picture of the person. Her cheeks were slightly red from the brisk walk, her dark hair flickering in the wind. She did not seem fearful.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 3, 2017 23:39:22 GMT -8
If she didn't seem fearful, then it was because she had too much pride and far too much courage to let it show. Any person would be when they saw how big he was. It was only after she realized that the huge dragon had laid eyes upon her that she wondered what in the world she had been thinking.
This was a terrible, terrible idea and she should have definitely let the Royal Rondi Guard sort this out. BUt she was here now. And she wasn't going to be called a coward. No, if she had her druthers, she'd rather be called a fool than a scaredy cat.
She drew her sword, although by the way she held her body and the trepidation in her gaze, it was easy for the huge beast to see that she drew it out of her own protection and not for any offensive effort. Hedging closer to the mouth of his cave, the wind flicking about the brown whisps of hair that had escaped her braid, she called out to him.
"I am Lady Miriea Cordoba of Selanca, the Golden City of Rondon," she cried to him in Common, her Rondi accent very evident on her voice. She swallowed once, and then kept going. "Why have you come to this land, and what do you plan to do with it now that you're here?"
She felt like an idiot for introducing herself and even asking the questions, but if her father had taught her anything, it was so always, always be respectful to everyone you meet, even if you do not know them -- for no matter their size, no matter their coloring, no matter their wealth, they are always still strangers to you and you will never know their importance to your life until further on down the road. The idiot men her father met who felt that they had something to prove by nonchalantly disregarding authoritative symbols like a sheriff's badge or a queen's crown were fools -- if only because it meant that they began burning bridges to possible glory before even examining the bridge for its worth.
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Askar
Committed
I'm just a happy camper.
Roleplay posts: 62
Age: Ancient
Physical Description: Size: Askar is 510 feet long, including his tail. He is heavily built in the sense that he looks muscular and has a broad body. His maw is large enough to swallow a bull mammoth whole, his wingspan roughly 1050 feet.
Eyes: Black. Askar's eyes weren't reptilian-like, they were beaming with existential thought unlike an animal.
Color: Askar's scales were dark blue, ranging to a lighter almost grey color on his stomach.
Species: Elder Vintra
Askar's body resembled mostly that of a European dragon. Unlike many dragons he had front and back legs that weren't connected to his wings. His claws were black, thick as battering rams. His teeth were broadswords.Two large horns are placed on the top of his skull, strong enough to bring ruin to most castles.
Askar unlike many other dragons also did not have an opening at the bottom of his chest, it was covered in scale.
http://montre24.com/postimg1/fiz03.jpg
(Roughly something along the lines of this)
Clothes and Equipment: Unlike many dragons, Askar breathes a blue flame. The specific fire that Askar produces is extremely potent and will burn hotter than your average dragon flame, it is said to be capable of melting away stone walls and bring mountainsides to a boil. Askar also has a numbing effect on magic, especially hostile magic intended to harm him. It is very hard to hurt a dragon with sorcery or otherwise put it under a spell.
Registered: May 21, 2015 12:50:03 GMT -8
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Post by Askar on Jun 4, 2017 2:59:10 GMT -8
Askar smirked as the young woman started speaking. The drawing of her sword, her stance and her body language in general amused him. "Well Lady Mireia Cordoba of Selanca" He huffed, the air exiting his nostrils hitting Lady Mireia with just enough force to cause a slight moment of unbalance. "I am Askar - I'm going to skip the titles and leave them for a formal introduction to whoever rules these lands" He looked past the human, his eyes darting across the beautiful green country.
"I have come here to make a home for myself in these mountains. I have come to make these hills, these reaches mine" His voice was deep and bellowing as one would imagine a dragons to be. Sometimes when he spoke it would cause a faint vibration in the chest of whatever living creatures were near. One could feel his voice.
"I come from a land called Drumbar. It lies as far as north goes - abandoned and void of civilization for a good while now. I miss humans, and most of all the things they create - the interactions one can have with them" He closed in on the young woman.
"I would like to speak to your leader. A chieftain, a king, a lord, a high-priest - whatever you might have ruling you" His eyes darted across the young nobles accessories, she looked capable of handling herself, despite her nobility. "I am in the midst of creating my home as you can probably tell. It'll take me a day or two more I reckon. I mean you no harm, and i vow to stay void of your cities until terms have been discussed further" He smirked faintly, a spark of misdemeanor in his eyes.
"Go tell your king that"
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Post by Deleted on Jun 4, 2017 9:35:12 GMT -8
The massive dragon turned his head onto Mireia and Mireia felt true terror strike her heart, freezing her body in place. Holy shit, this was such a bad idea. His maw came closer and closer and she realized that he wouldn't even have to open his jaw all the way to kill her, or her horse down the mountain side. He came so close that she could feel the natural heat off of him, and when he spoke, it rumbled in her chest like thunder. His snort had her hair flying back from her face, making her rock in her stance but subconsciously, she'd taken one that she'd been trained to endure, a stance that kept her footing even if the rest of her rippled. When he finished speaking, Mireia admitted to herself that she was no less terrified. He meant well, so he said. He wouldn't hurt anyone, so he said, but it was her home that he could see within the hills, that he could target perhaps from this very mountain and destroy without hardly lifting a claw. " N-No ma--" Her voice was wavering and she cleared it, trying, trying, trying to shove courage back into her spine, back into the tilt of her jaw. She was not afraid. She was not afraid. She was not afraid. She spoke again, and her voice was clear once more. " No man rules Rondon," she told Askar. " And she is called the Iron Rose for a reason. If you would prefer to discuss terms with a man, then you have come to the wrong land to settle."
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Askar
Committed
I'm just a happy camper.
Roleplay posts: 62
Age: Ancient
Physical Description: Size: Askar is 510 feet long, including his tail. He is heavily built in the sense that he looks muscular and has a broad body. His maw is large enough to swallow a bull mammoth whole, his wingspan roughly 1050 feet.
Eyes: Black. Askar's eyes weren't reptilian-like, they were beaming with existential thought unlike an animal.
Color: Askar's scales were dark blue, ranging to a lighter almost grey color on his stomach.
Species: Elder Vintra
Askar's body resembled mostly that of a European dragon. Unlike many dragons he had front and back legs that weren't connected to his wings. His claws were black, thick as battering rams. His teeth were broadswords.Two large horns are placed on the top of his skull, strong enough to bring ruin to most castles.
Askar unlike many other dragons also did not have an opening at the bottom of his chest, it was covered in scale.
http://montre24.com/postimg1/fiz03.jpg
(Roughly something along the lines of this)
Clothes and Equipment: Unlike many dragons, Askar breathes a blue flame. The specific fire that Askar produces is extremely potent and will burn hotter than your average dragon flame, it is said to be capable of melting away stone walls and bring mountainsides to a boil. Askar also has a numbing effect on magic, especially hostile magic intended to harm him. It is very hard to hurt a dragon with sorcery or otherwise put it under a spell.
Registered: May 21, 2015 12:50:03 GMT -8
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Post by Askar on Jun 4, 2017 11:01:50 GMT -8
Askar let out a low chuckle, his voice a little raspy. "I will be looking forward to meeting this Iron Rose then" He said, peering off into the distance. "Go now, ride to your queen and tell her of my arrival" Askar turned to the mouth of his cave once again, focusing his attention on his work.
He'd start tossing some of the rubble that filled the hole to the side, carefully so as to not hit the young noble. He would be waiting here, hoping for the queen to arrive before long so he could get those affairs out of the way. It was not like he could visit her in her palace - not without leveling it.
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Barka The Dragon Hunter
Established
Roleplay posts: 11
Age: 57
Physical Description: An elderly man with long grey hair and a beard to accompany it. He's clad in dragon scales and carries a staff.
Registered: Jun 4, 2017 12:10:32 GMT -8
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Post by Barka The Dragon Hunter on Jun 4, 2017 12:25:27 GMT -8
Barka arrived at the Montserrat Mtn. Range entirely out of breath, his nose wrinkled as he set his eyes upon the great big behemoth that had chosen to reside in these mountains. He had heard of this one before, going from village to village, be it a story from local farmers or a ranger claiming to have seen a dragons so unfathomably large that entire trees were uprooted as it passed over. That was six months ago, for six months he had been killing lesser creatures for pennies. As he gazed upon this thing, a story turned reality, he saw two things. He saw the potential terror a creature of this magnitude could bring upon a city... Shoot a nation, and of course a big sack of gold. He smirked with glee as the dragon dug. He didn't hate dragons, he merely enjoyed killing them. They were a lot harder to kill than a troll or a gippersnark. A troll will murder you in the most horrendous way imaginable, but trolls are dumb as dirt. Dragons however are smart as humans if not smarter, and ancient. There was something magical about them, and Barka loved breaking them.
He knew the surrounding country and the people that inhabited it. "The Iron Rose" They called her. Perhaps she would pay him a cartload of wine and a sack of rubies to go if he could slay this monster. Perhaps she'd have his head for insolence. What was life without a gamble? He took a hard look at the dragon, writing a few notes, sketching him up. He couldn't identify the race, it was not a common dragon. No weak spot in the upper chest, no easily pierced scale. This wasn't going to be easy. This kind of dragon had lived to see the size it had for a reason. It was massive, and fucking tough to kill.
Barka sneered, closing his notebook before turning to gaze over the forest. He would wait it out in the low lands for a few days, wait for the word to spread in and around the country. Then he'd offer his services to the queen and from there do what he did best. Improvise.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 4, 2017 13:09:17 GMT -8
Mireia nodded her head, agreeing with the dragon. She had no more voice to speak. Sheathing her sword, she turned and hurriedly made her way to her mare, who was antsy and restless. Setting herself on the horse's seat, it was much easier to make her way down the mountain than it was to climb it.
She was unaware that Barka was within the forest, but she did know that a squadron of the queen's guards would soon be within this forest. Instead of heading back to Selanca, she turned toward where the guard would come from -- from Rondon itself.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 4, 2017 13:32:09 GMT -8
The Rondi Guard was indeed on its way through the forest. Although no banners flew, the golden flower on their breasts marked easily who they belonged to. At their front was Soraya, her dark hair like a war flag as she road her horse through the thick forests and the rolling hills that led up to the Montserrat Mountains. She had fourteen warriors at her back and another mage with her as well -- her last duty to the Queen of ROndon before she left.
It was as they were riding toward the mountain that she felt the presence of someone coming near -- two hearts beating too loudly to be any of the others she had her finger on. She was mildly surprised when it was Lady Mireia that came through the wood and forced the guard to come to a stop.
Soraya knew of the girl. She had quite a reputation among the nobles of the Rondi court.
"Lady Mireia. Shouldn't you be home?" Soraya asked with a perked brow.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 4, 2017 13:34:01 GMT -8
Mireia was almost breathless, breathing hard when she came upon the Rondi Guard. The sorceress was at their front, intense and beautiful and staring down her nose at Mireia. The young girl's cheeks colored with anger, but it was hard to tell that given they were still tinged pink from the rush of wind on her face.
Her horse was dancing beneath her, full of restless energy. "I just spoke to the dragon," she informed Soraya, perhaps with a touch of smugness on her tone as she watched for Soraya's reaction. "He wants to meet with Queen Xiomara."
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Post by Deleted on Jun 4, 2017 13:36:55 GMT -8
Soraya's gaze narrowed on Lady Mireia. She looked bedraggled and wind-blown, and the girl's eyes were bright with her discover. Soraya sat composed on her own horse, gowned in rich velvet against the cold, tailored to outline her frame, a slit up the skirt that revealed the strength of her thighs and the rich leather of her knee-high boot.
"Spoke with the dragon?" Soraya asked, almost scoffing.
"She lies," said one guard. "She would have been dead if she had."
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Post by Deleted on Jun 4, 2017 13:38:53 GMT -8
"I do not lie!" Mireia said, afronted, her eyes burning bright. Her mount danced again and she made it turn, keeping her mare's legs moving because it was too restless to stay still. SHe turned her gaze onto Soraya, who had said nothing more.
"He wants to meet with the Queen and he wants to make Rondon his home. He swears he means no harm to any of us," Mireia said, her voice so intense that she could only be speaking the truth.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 4, 2017 13:41:52 GMT -8
"Right, so you expect us to take the queen right to him so he can kill her?" said the guard with a scoff.
"It's a dragon, child. It lied to you," said another guard, his voice more gruff.
Soraya continued to watch, saying nothing, taking in the information as it came.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 4, 2017 13:44:23 GMT -8
Mireia's face colored. It was entirely possible that the dragon lied. She'd never met any dragons before she'd bet that behemoth, and perhaps he was lying. It didn't make sense that he was, but what did she know. Still, she didn't want this party to go to their death. She turned her gaze back onto the suddenly quiet sorceress.
"You come with me, then, sorceress," Mireia said to Soraya. "If the rest of them come, the dragon might think you're coming for an attack. You can come and see that I speak the truth."
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Post by Deleted on Jun 4, 2017 13:49:20 GMT -8
The guards immediately began to protest, but Soraya held up a hand. Her gaze was steady on Mireia for a moment, and then she turned to look at the quieted guards. "You'll travel with us to the base of the mountain. Once we are there, Lady Mireia and I will be the ones to ascend." She turned to look at Mireia, the guards scoffing quietly at her back. "Take us to him, milady," the sorceress said, and took up the reins of her horse to continue the ride to Askar's mountain.
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