Dragonrazor (the origin of my username)

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that's right, you're about to find out the origin of my username, Dragonrazor.

however, i'm going to need some help with it

Raven of the White Sword (played by Me)
Alair--woman who becomes Raven's wife, and oldest of the dragons on earth (Played by Landiek, though i hadn't planned on introducing her yet <<)
Briana Arian--Raven's twin, and adopted princess of Talas Arian(open)
Silverian--Elder Dragon, one of six who transfused blood into Raven (open)
Oltrian--Dragon whose life was saved by Raven (open)
Puck--offspring of Auberon of Avalon, one of Raven's teachers (open)
Allanon--Druid in training, close friend of Raven (open)
Brittania--Knight in training, Raven's best friend, secretly in love with him (open)
Kain Stonebreak--old dwarven blacksmith, friend of Raven (open)
Aszio The Black--Former Guardian, seduced by darkness (open)

those are the characters i've already named...there's also room for:
Elven Prince who marries Brittania
Female Mage (one of Raven's friends)
Female Priest (same as above)
Male Weapons Master in training, Donal (filled by renegade irishman, if he ever gives me a name for the character)
Male Archer in training (same as above)
and other characters



IC:
Raven of the White Sword was done with his training. It had taken him ten long years to become an absolute master of combat, as far as humans go. But something was missing. He wasn't sure what yet, but he figured he'd find out when the time came. His best friend watched him silently for several long moments, then spoke.
“What’s the matter, Raven? You look depressed.”
“Tell me something, Brittania. Have you ever had one overwhelming desire? One thing you wanted more than anything else, with all your heart and soul, everything you had?”
“Yes. You.”
“Would you please be serious?
“Sorry. Go on.”
“All my life, I’ve wanted one thing…to see a real dragon. Just once, I’d like to see a living, breathing dragon; to look it in the eyes and see into its heart, like I do humans and other animals; to learn about ancient civilizations, ancient heroes, villains, and great deeds; to talk about mistakes of our people. It’s what I’ve wanted as long as I can remember….”
“Hold your dreams and wishes in your heart. Maybe, one day, they’ll come true. Good night, my friend.”
She leaves him to his thoughts. He walks out onto the balcony, overlooking a lake, far out of reach of the lights of Tyris Lei. He looks towards the full moon and makes a wish.
“I wish,” he says, “I wish to meet a dragon.” The last is whispered.
[Well, then, you had better get moving, boy. After all, life is short.]
“What? Who’s out there? Who said that?”
[Oh, come now. Don’t tell me you can’t sense who and what I am. You, of all people, part human, part Elven, part Guardian.]
“What are you talking about? Who are you?”
[Come to me, Boy. All will be revealed. Come to me.]
“How? Where? When? Why?”
[Well, that covers all of the interrogatives, doesn’t it? Follow your Heart, now, with all possible speed, because it is what you wished for.]
“Wait…..gone. Well, I’d better set out. First, my armor.” He dons a beautiful, ornate set of Ranger’s armor.
“Then my armaments.” He says, pulling out a wicked looking greatsword, followed by a large hammer.
“Time to go.”
He goes to the balcony, jumping over. His feet hit stone, and he takes off at a dead run, letting his heart guide him, stretching out his powerful senses. He closes his eyes, and when he opens them again, he finds himself in a clearing shrouded in mist. He sees a pair of glittering, sapphire eyes, shining out of the fog. The body of a green and gold dragon materializes out of nowhere.
[Ah, you have arrived. You have much to learn, my young friend.]
“Why?”
[Because it is what you wished for. And because you are the Child. You asked to learn, and you shall. Come, Boy. You have much to see. The past is a long time. Yes, that is what you need, a trip into the past. Let us go. Up, onto my back. Hurry….there you are.]
“Are you going to show me everything?”
[No…not right away, anyways. You’ll see important events, people, and places in human history. Later we will see a lot more. Now tell me, what is your name, my young friend.]
“Raven….but shouldn’t you tell me your name before asking mine?”
[You can call me Oltrian.]
 
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ooc:I wouldnt mind being the weapons master. Ill get back to you with a character sheet. what kind of armor do they wear?
 
rengadeirishman said:
ooc:I wouldnt mind being the weapons master. Ill get back to you with a character sheet. what kind of armor do they wear?

a weaponsmaster would probably wear chainmail, or maybe some kind of woven metal armor...they'd have to be able to move fast, as they are a weaponsmaster....
 
The feeling was strong, like a change in the balance of destiny. She looked to the stars and welcomed the whisper of the breeze flowing from all the corners of the land.

Wasn't there a fable of a mixed breed human that longed to see the sacred ones. To believe in thier existance and become another legend to be marveled by mortal and immortals alike?

Her mind called out to the flyer, the one that would bring the fledgling.is it the one? Are you certain that it is him? What does he look like? What is his scent like?
 
Alair stood on the knoll and waited for an answer that did not come. She pondered if she was just anxious for the legend to be true that she felt the tug of destiny.

Saddened by her false sensation she walked away and back to her hut to rest for the morrow brought new hope.
 
name: Donal DalRiada
eyes:green
hair: dark red plaited and tied back with a plaited red beard
height: 6'2"
weight: 240
clothing:black tunic, black breeches, chainmail armor and black cloak
weapons: many knives hung from two bandoliers across his chest and his belt. from his belt hangs an 18 inch kitar, a crossbow, an 8 bladed mace and a battleaxe, strapped to one thigh is a machete and on the other a case carrying 10 bolts, and he wears two 28 inch swords on his back
description. Donal began his training as a weapons master at the age of 8 and for the last 10 years has developed his skills to amzing heights. He loves to fight and to feast. His honour and loyalty are unquestionable
 
well, we do need an Oltrian for a few pages...after that, we'll need a Silverian, a Starsong (Alair's handmaiden, a younger dragon skilled in formshifting), a Shadowdance (another young dragon skilled in formshifting) and a Dragon Council
 
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