JadeKnight
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Like all worlds, Jovenaria had it's times of peace and it's times of unrest. It just so happened that the pendulum of light and dark had swept into the darkness. Many different creatures inhabited the world, both good and evil. Balance was attempted to be maintained by the Gods, but they weren't always reliable. Such an oversight led to the rise of seven evil priests, each with their own agenda to subvert others to their will.
The most ancient of creatures who often watched the struggle between light and dark were the dragons. Some were good, some evil, and others simply watched. Dragons were known to take the forms of the younger races, moving among them for short periods of time.
One such dragon, a shadow dragon nearly 2000 years old, had done this tactic for so long that she had earned the nickname of Black Winged Lady, becoming a legend among the younger races. She changed her form many times, but her dragon wings persisted as a pair of shadowy wings from her back. It could never be connected that she was one and the same, since she changed her looks every time.
Kalyia Longshadow, as she chose to call herself for the most current life among the races, had taken on a human form. She had been living in the small village of Rosen for nearly twenty years when the news of the evil priests rising. It had nearly been a year since the village had gotten the news, but Kaylia didn't act upon it. After all, she had taken it on herself to be the protector since she had been living there. The town's militia was adequate to hold off bandits, but her help was often needed to hold the stronger creatures like goblins and ogres.
Today was going to be no different for her. She stood in one of the town's watchtowers near the southern exit to the town. Her white hair was tied back in a single ponytail, stopping midback. She wore a dark red tunic beneath her leather armor, tan leather pants, and calf high black boots. On either side of her waist was slung her short swords she used in combat, along with her magic. Her black wings shimmered in the daylight, moving slowly back and forth.
She leaned on the railing of the watchtower as the guard she shared it with spoke behind her.
"You really think those bandits are going to strike today Lady Kylia? I mean it's been three days since the last raid."
She gave a smirk for a moment as she glanced over at him.
"We've been lucky they didn't come sooner. Don't let your guard down."
"Yes ma'am."
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The most ancient of creatures who often watched the struggle between light and dark were the dragons. Some were good, some evil, and others simply watched. Dragons were known to take the forms of the younger races, moving among them for short periods of time.
One such dragon, a shadow dragon nearly 2000 years old, had done this tactic for so long that she had earned the nickname of Black Winged Lady, becoming a legend among the younger races. She changed her form many times, but her dragon wings persisted as a pair of shadowy wings from her back. It could never be connected that she was one and the same, since she changed her looks every time.
Kalyia Longshadow, as she chose to call herself for the most current life among the races, had taken on a human form. She had been living in the small village of Rosen for nearly twenty years when the news of the evil priests rising. It had nearly been a year since the village had gotten the news, but Kaylia didn't act upon it. After all, she had taken it on herself to be the protector since she had been living there. The town's militia was adequate to hold off bandits, but her help was often needed to hold the stronger creatures like goblins and ogres.
Today was going to be no different for her. She stood in one of the town's watchtowers near the southern exit to the town. Her white hair was tied back in a single ponytail, stopping midback. She wore a dark red tunic beneath her leather armor, tan leather pants, and calf high black boots. On either side of her waist was slung her short swords she used in combat, along with her magic. Her black wings shimmered in the daylight, moving slowly back and forth.
She leaned on the railing of the watchtower as the guard she shared it with spoke behind her.
"You really think those bandits are going to strike today Lady Kylia? I mean it's been three days since the last raid."
She gave a smirk for a moment as she glanced over at him.
"We've been lucky they didn't come sooner. Don't let your guard down."
"Yes ma'am."
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