Board Thread:Random RP/@comment-26210095-20160920234634/@comment-26444332-20160925013425

Aramirtheranger wrote: Faenor of the Silver Laurel wrote:

Aramirtheranger wrote:

Faenor of the Silver Laurel wrote:

Aramirtheranger wrote:

Faenor of the Silver Laurel wrote:

Aramirtheranger wrote: Abantu messengers are sent out to all the kingdoms(exception being the Empire). Bearing the gift of an ayina broadsword for the ruler and seeking alliance. The messenger to Aloria is stopped at the height of Wyvere Pass, by a man dressed in a blue cassock-like robe. Unlike most dragons, this one appears to lack wings.

'Hold there,' he calls in a friendly tone. 'Who approaches?' "I am a courier from the Abantu Confederacy. I bring a gift for your leader and words from my master."

This is the same answer everyone gets if they ask. 'I see. You will not be able to approach the castle on foot, I'm afraid: It sits on a shard of floating land about half a mile into the sky,' the dragon says, sighing. 'I can fly you there, if it is imperative that you speak with our leaders.' "I've no clue how, and I'm not speaking to them. I'm dropping this here enchanted sword off with a letter, and then heading back home once you've given an answer." 'So you merely wish to deliver a letter?' he remarks, sighing. 'Alright.'

The dragon then raises one hand to the air, fingers splayed.

I, who awakened to the principles of devotion, do now release my seal. I am Seiryū.'

Blue flames mask the man for a few moments, and then disappear, revealing a massive (and wingless) Oriental dragon, with azure scales. It extends one clawed forefoot.

'Climb into my palm, mortal, and I shall take you to where you can deliver this message.' He may or may not have urinated a little. He gets on the foot. Seiryū crouches down briefly.

'Hold on, little one,' is the only warning he gives, before leaping into the sky, his body twisting and spiraling through the air (though his forefoot with the terrified messenger remains stationary).

Over sheer precipices and rocky gullies they fly, over snow-capped peaks and bare cliffs. The messenger can tell from the winding track below that it's possible to make it on foot, though difficult. Finally, they pass between two tall mountains with sides smooth and long, the "Sky Gates", shooting through the gap.

On the other side is a seeming paradise. A large green valley stands before them, with a shining lake, calm waters as blue as any summer sky, reflecting the sun above. Forest dominates much of the area, red and gold and green and pink, from cherry-blossoms to falling oak-leaves. A few trees with leave of silver are there as well to be seen, the mystic and tough Elderwood by which the dragons fashion their bows and swords.

And flying high above are dragons. Dozens of the great serpents dominate the skies, from small house-sized Western dragons to Oriental dragons so large, they could wrap themselves around one of the mighty peaks surrounding the belly and have room to move their heads about.

Ahead, a massive pale castle, covered in ivy and with dragonblossom trees pervading the atmosphere, looms. Upon a shard of floating land it sits, unassailable, smaller islands around it.

Seiryū lands the messenger in the courtyard, gently lowering his forefoot to the ground.

'I shall remain here until your business is concluded,' he informs the man.

A man approaches in gilded plate-and-mail armor and a white cloak, large golden batlike wings on his back shimmering and reflecting the light in hundreds of places.

'Please, this way.'