an OOC for Dille Qigh, The Dragon's Arise

[BLACK BART]

OK, It's coming. A tale of magic, mystery and off world fantasy...

The cast has been assembled and about to begin...

This is the place for us to gnash our teeth, fangs and claws...and to discuss what needs to be said.

You know who you are. I stand in the great tower and listen to the same winds as you do...waiting...

For the Dragons to rise once more

And the magic to begin.

 

[Graybread]

Oken dar shen

Just a quick look at Oken dar shen

Oken dar shen (‘Passion Heart’ in the ancient tongue, or ‘Heart of Fire’ in the spoken language)

Born on the eclipse of the two moons, at the dawn of the first age, would make him roughly 2738 years old. Young for a Dragon, but in his prime and hunger, but what is it that he hungers for, we shall have to wait and see.

18 foot tall from the ground to the top of his head, 50 feet long from tip of nose to tip of tail, with a wingspan of 30 yards.


(So sweet and lovable, 'cept when he has a femur stuck between his teeth.)

The magma rose through the newly formed fissure in the rock near Oken dar shen’s lair, where he had lain sleeping for nearly the last five hundred years. His reptilian eyes slowly opened to the pitch-blackness that was his lair. He lies there for another twenty years and absorbed the heat, slowly taking in its precious energy. After five hundred years he moved, his scales and claws scraping across the hard rock. Slowly he made his way the quarter mile to the surface. Through the tunnels and caverns, that where his home. It was day time as he saw the light through the trees and brush that covered the opening to his pit. He would wait for the dark of night before going forth, but it never came. He waited for another year before confusion and hunger spurred him on………


Let the adventure begin.

 

[Cinderella]

Nhabjuu

Dragon Name: Nhabjuu
Color: White
Powers: Now you didn't think I was going to give everything away here, did you?
Age: 1376
Height at Shoulder: 14 feet
Length: 45 feet

Background: Nhabjuu is a White Dragon, younger than most with her abilities, and her sharpness of tongue often attests to that fact. She is willful in a way uncommon to the whites, but has a strong conviction in her principles of truth and honor bright.

 

[Messalina]

Just a little taste...

Known simply as Little Bird, though she has many, many names, she is directly descended from the indiginous peoples of this world.

She is a Backward Walker -- a Shaman -- keeper of the tales and traditions and her medicine is strong. She sees and hears, though not always with her eyes.

Outwardly she appears eccentric, her beliefs eclectic, and her personality electric. Little Bird has lines at the corners of her eyes. Some would call them crow's feet -- she calls them experience lines -- for she has laughed as often in her life as she has cried and is always learning.

Her hair is as dark as her eyes but there is always a sparkle to both. She is wiser -- and perhaps older -- than she seems.

 

[Tonsillitis]

Gazesby

Each living thing has a spirit, a soul connected to their physical body. This is the world you do not see, yet it is as real as that which you live in. Each time something or someone is born they are bonded with their soul and when they die this spirit returns to the world of which it came from.

However once or twice a spirit has gotten lost on its way home.

Very long ago a child of a murdered family, not older than 10 swore never to rest until he had avenged his parents. The child's name was Ne'huuru. He kept his promise and avenged his parents by killing each of the men responsible for their deaths. Most he killed when they were asleep. After completing his task he threw himself off a cliff to join his parents in the other world. However one of the murderers had been killed before Ne'huuru could reach him and therefore not all his parents murderers had fallen by Ne'huuru's hand. Bound by his promise he was not allowed to return to the spirit world.

He had lost his physical body and wandered the earth as a spirit. He could take nearly any physical form though only for a brief time. His path was dark and lonely for thousands of years, he saw civilizations rise and fall yet he took no part in them and did not care. He was alone until one day when he met Little Bird.

He had seen her spirit when she was in a trance. She had talked to him and they had become friends. At first he refused to return to the world and they only met through her dreams. Over the years their bond grew stronger and she started to see him in the real world even though almost no one else did. He had even taken physical forms sometimes to help her and sometimes only to amuse her. She was his only friend and he had sworn to protect her.

He had become Gazesby, her guardian spirit...

 

[Guest]

Brodda "the shining one"

My character is Brodda, a 6’ 2” albino with shape shifting abilities. Ethereally beautiful, she shifts to become white creatures only. She was once a dragon keeper, her dragon, Chthoniflare, wasslain by Oken dar shen (GB’s character)a far more powerful Dragon. ,She mourns him still, even though it has been many years and seeks her Dragon's killer still relentlessly.

The brooding hulk of the ruin Ebota V loomed over the misty valley. Vines and stunted trees had taken root in the ancient castle walls so that, at first glance it looked like a rocky out-crop.

It was here that Brodda took refuge after the last ‘quake.
She knew the ravaged stone might collapse on her during one of the many aftershocks but, in those days, she had longed for death. After three years of living close to death, Brodda learned to love and respect it.

Her only companions were the wild cats that also sheltered in Ebota V and the mute dwarf Pharche and the latter was away foraging most of the time.

She spent her early days sending fingers of thought through the universe, feeling for news of her dragon, still convinced he lived.

It was a dark night when the chilling realisation came to her that Chthoniflare was dead. For days she raged and wept, the cats and Pharche stayed away, fearful of the electrical sparks she generated in her fury.

She stands, like an ivory statue, in the large roofless hall gazing up at the second moon. “If you are under this moon also, I will kill you.” She whispered to Chthonflare’s killer. Wherever he or she was on Dille Qigh, he would hear that oath - as he would every night of his life.

 

[stalwartone]

Ayron Teber

An explorer, sent from one of the hidden communities. Ayron is from one of the lost technologically based communities, on a mission to identify both threats and potential resources that the underground society should know of.

Ayron carries some minor technological items with him, items of moderate use to him, but mystifying to others not familiar with the old ways. Little is weaponry, but what is should protect him from the nightmare threats listed in the old tomes in the Keepers Guild's vaults. For the most part, his equipment is survival gear and map making kits. He has several copies of the old maps, but these are of little good if he can't identify where exactly he has emerged in this new world.

In personality, Ayron is of two minds. First, he is the eager explorer, away from a smothering society and free to do what he wants. On the other hand, he is scared by this world, and is missing the comforts of his home, surrounded by the safety offered by the Homeguard Corps.

 

[Maid of Marvels]

Sera

It looks like just about everyone is back. Now all we need is a little background and I think we're all set to go, yes?

 

[BLACK BART]

YES!!!

Where is that slacker?

OOPS

That's me, isn't it?

Time spent in reality is such an evil waste don't you think?

I'm honestly working on the opener...virus troubles have had thier fun with my ancient system, lack of energy after midnite, and just a fairly disorganized life right now have made it interesting...

Ok, excuses over I'll get it done...


Oh YES...

To all the loyal writers who have joined or rejoined us willingly or not (looking at Maid through the corner of my eyes)

WELCOME!!!!!!

and Thank You with all my heart ( that black and shriveled thing that it is)

 

[BLACK BART]

~The setting~

A world not of our own. A time set in the future. Men and women suffering from the mistakes made by their ancestors, yet striving to make it part of the past. The world now wobbles in an orbit between two stars, one half of the world in darkness, one half in light, the terrible reminder of the catastrophe in the center of it all.

Hundreds of years past the entire race reveled in the modern miracles they created. Telling themselves they were near godlike and at the time of their crowning achievement?

Failure.


The release of energy tore into the planet. Then rose into the pure, fresh atmosphere and began it's vile pollution of it...tainting all and every living thing it touched. And slowly killing it.

Yet the race survived. Lived through the endless months of horror, buried their dead, cared for the dying...and fought on. For in their failure they were indeed an advanced race, the arrogance gone now they moved to the task of survival with surprising swiftness, overcame the polluted air and water and slowly cleansed the world they lived on.

And in unified effort they survived and began again. Time passed again, men and women began to live, love and inevitably...multiply.

This is that story. A time when the survivors had divided. Those that used the science. Those that refused to and instead turned to a more natural power.... the magic discovered inside each of us.

And finally those that took care of the mutated species that rose from the core of their world. A great, winged beast that breathed in air...and breathed out fire.

Dragons. They lived in the very mountains where the catastrophe began, tended and controlled by their "overseers" a group of men and women that over time were titled the "lords" and "ladies".

For a time peace reigned. Science under the guidance of the "techs" and magic under the gentle handles of the "primitives" grew and prospered, the Dragons stayed quiet and all imagined... happy.

One half cloaked in almost continual darkness, one half in continual light, two moons revolved around the planet, perfect in orbit and opposite each other, the only brief interruption on each side of the planet as the reflections of the suns arched to the ravaged and healing world below...

Three societies evolved. The "techs", the Primitives, and the guardians, all striving to create a better world in an uneasy truce... And on the dawn of the fifth century anniversary as celebration began thru the world another horror visited the already abused world.

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Feel free to add your thoughts and insights to this world...it is welcome...and encouraged!

 

[Maid of Marvels]

Hey! What are those sideways glances for??

Everyone who is going to be writing here -- old and new -- are here because they want to be. (The only one technically MIA is Gazes.) Besides, it wasn't like I had to leave messages with the black hand on them or anything. And I didn't have to send out any enforcers either. Sheesh!

Now about that black and shrivelled heart thing... Maybe it's just a raisin that slipped and fell under your shirt? Sloppy eater.

Glad to see the thread is up -- when you said Saturday you really meant it. Now Gray has something to do after work -- and I will be watching for my cue.

Looking forward...

 

[Why]

..............

 

[Maid of Marvels]

I suppose Gray and I can release the firm (but friendly) grips we have on your arms now, Why?

See, B? No rough-housing or coercion involved at all. Just a bit of a helping drag and pull and tug and... She's here -- and very welcome.

 

[Why]

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[Graybread]

Me, I would never coercion anyone…..well hardly anyone.

Welcome to the story Why.

And I think we have one more character coming also, if he still wants in?

Daeowan, where are you sir?


I have things to do after work.....I slept 12 hours straight through last night.

 

[BLACK BART]

Tsk, tsk Maid, coercion and force was my trademark, I thought...

Welcome Why, your writing with us will be an excellent touch, I already love your character and can see a hundred different possibilities and directions...

Hello Gray and welcome. And you're right, where is our fine new friend? an interesting character for sure, hmm?

Stalwart...Glad to see you've returned, was going to try being a techie but was at a loss myself, with you here now I know this will work beautifully (and not flounder if I had attempted it)

Threads up like Maid stated earlier..See? She can tell the truth sometimes...

Enjoy yourselves everyone...and don't let that Dragon eat you!

 

[Maid of Marvels]

 

[BLACK BART]

Congratulations on your 2000 posts Maid and many, many more

 

[Maid of Marvels]

Thanks, B. I never woulda thought I'd pass you up. Hmm... does this make me "top"?

 

[Graybread]

Enjoy yourselves everyone...and don't let that Dragon eat you!

What??? What am I suppose to do? That's my job, I eat people. It's in my contract.

It says so right here.

Dragons will eat people

See!!!!

 

[BLACK BART]

Ahh But be careful (looking upwards)

SOME might leave a very bitter sweet aftertaste

 

[Destiny]

Ta'hareen

Ah so was I missed or shall I remove the post... hello all and I hope you are well...

 

[Messalina]

Welcome back, Destiny...

Unfortunately just in time for Gazes and myself to make a departure. He's MIA and the characters go hand in hand, so Little Bird will be bowing out.

Enjoy the play.

 

[Guest]

Welcome back, Destiny...

Unfortunately just in time for Gazes and myself to make a departure. He's MIA and the characters go hand in hand, so Little Bird will be bowing out.

Enjoy the play.

Welcome from me too, Destiny.

Messa - isn't there another character you could mold? We'll miss your in-put.

 

[BLACK BART]

Yes you were missed Destiny. As part of the original cast in the first thread and an excellent writer in her own right you have every right to join us.

Welcome.

Tristesse...regarding your request for Messa to stay I second it, though after a PM I've received think Messa has her own undisclosed reasons why not to continue.

It will change the direction of the thread. Perhaps in a way I hadn't hoped for, or planned for with the cast...

But that is the nature of roleplaying, isn't it? I came back to enjoy most the writing with all who join me, and to respect thier decisions even if I don't understand them.

I hope we can all continue.

B