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 The Bloodline of Torch, dedicated Hellfire hideout-player wanted
Alzira
Posted: Feb 12 2017, 05:45 AM


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The appearance of his spitting image, at least for human eyes, rose Sappo's curiosity. He was following the other pygmy with his eyes, where it came from and more importantly where it left to with the message. Although he wanted to follow the other dragon he wouldn't leave his keepers side without a dire reason.
Alzira noticed the little dragon's shift in alertness and decided to keep the guard's attention by talking a bit more although she was not sure what she should answer. She didn't want to lie because she simply wasn't good at it so she decided to tell part of the truth: "Well, I just met him a few days ago and he brought me here to this city but then we got separated. You know the rest - he was supposed to meet me but he didn't so I came looking. I don't know what kind of business he had with you but I didn't expect to find him imprisoned." What else could she say? Alzira was in no position to free the Guardian but she could gather some information like his exact exact location or the tower's layout. Hopefully the others could work out a plan to save him before tomorrow morning!

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Isirion
Posted: Feb 14 2017, 05:52 PM


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Upon hearing this the guard furrowed his brow quite a bit. It was not that he wasn't believing the lady before him, quite the opposite. He had remembered the other guards talking about how the bear they had finally managed to overwhelm had kept insisting that he was only searching for somebody. Who wouldn't go out of their way and mind to be re-united with such a fine and generous lady? When he spoke next the guard's face radiated pity and helpfulness all woven together: "If...if it was just a misunderstanding and your friend was just desperatly searching for you and had nothing to do with the riots that broke out in our beloved city...it would mean an investigation...a very costly investigation to prove his innoncence before tomorrow morning...I don't know if it can be done...I need to ask my superiors about this..." The guard's heart didn't seem to be fully in his attempt to sell the Guardian's life to the green-haired lady, he sounded more like it was his duty to do so. Shortly after he had finished his monologue, another guard came to take over his shift so he could accompany Alzira during her visit of the tower. The release explained that the permission had been given right after deciphering the word lady. The first guard looked very happy about this and escorted the green-haired lady up a first flight of stairs. Each step made his armour and coin purse clink. The second flight of stairs however reduced the clinking considerable because he was already out of breath and walking very slowly. The holding cells were on the third floor if you could call the few cages behind an ancient oak door really a floor. Facing north and south two narrow windows provided the prisoners with a little bit of daylight and fresh air. Or rather the prisoner seeing as the Guardian was the only occupant at the moment. He gave Alzira a recognizing nod through the heavy iron bars of his cage but remained otherwise still.
Alzira
Posted: Feb 19 2017, 06:57 AM


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She had followed the guard, using every break he took to glance around and remember the lay of the tower, where there were doors and stairs. Finally Alzira had reached the third floor and was looking at the cages that were supposed to hold prisoners. The one thing she noticed first were the rather narrow windows which meant no rescue attempt of her companions through there. What should she do now? Since there was no one else except the guard, herself, and the Guardian, this was an opportunity to act. But what could she do? She was neither Drake nor Isirion, battlehardened and coldblooded enough to spring the prisoner free through a fight. Furthermore, she was without a trusty weapon of any kind which she wouldn't know how to use anyway. All she had were Sappo, a few coins, and her wits. Hopefully she could play for more time.

She turned to the guard and said - with her voice barely loud enough for the Guardian to hear what was as stake, cautioning him to stay silent with a small gesture of her hand - "I'm sure this is a misunderstanding, it has to be. He has nothing to do with any riots here. Why would he come to the guards if he was guilty of unsettling the city?", she paused and asked:"Is there absolutely no way to delay the execution?" She let her hand once again wander to her purse of receding coins, hopefully the gesture alone was enough to enforce a positive reaction.

Isirion
Posted: Feb 19 2017, 02:46 PM


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Luckily for Alzira she had the guard's full attention otherwise he would have noticed the prisoner's disgusted frown. Instead of being happy to see a comrade he looked like someone had glued him on to a Turpentine Dragon. His sense of honour rebelled mightly against everything the corrupted Nebulas stood for and he found it more than disgusting that the green-haired lady had to lower herself to the Neb's level to bargain for his life. The guard had no such problems and he smiled his eyes big and shiny like coins as he answered: "A reprieve of, say, one day would cause a lot of administrational problems that would probably amount to, say, about 500 coins. If you can raise this sum your friend will live to see another day." All the pretense of pity and understanding was gone from the guard's demeanor and to drive the point home he added menacingly: "Otherwise he will die as scheduled and we need to investigate what exactly is the relation between that convicted rioter and yourself."

In the mean-time at a tavern not far away

Ale gulped down the strongest liquor the tavern had to offer like it was water. He wanted to drown a lot of bad memories but the face of the boy-bandit kept resurfacing. The Sunstone Dragon falling to her death was a close second followed by the frequent nightmares he had at the Sleeping Dragon. Why did the past always come back to haunt him? Hadn't he given enough in the service of the Royal Blues? That reminded him that he hadn't come to this particular place to get mindlessly drunk but to find information about a fellow Royal Blue. Someone like the Guardian would leave an impression regardless wether he had gotten in trouble or not. Ale carefully slurred his words pretending to be even more drunk than he already was and complained: "Did you guys know that back in my old days I was the strongest there is. I could wrestle anyone down - even a bear! A bear! But now-nowadays it's all spineless whimps. Not one worthy opponent around. Not one! Burp"

'Clink' A group of young men set another glass of liquor in front of the old man and their glassy-eyed leader said amiably: "Now, now. No need to whine old man. There are still a lot of strong people around. Just today I saw a fine body of a warrior woman toss a full-grown dragon around and not long ago a bear of a man pounded two Nebs senseless. That really took some guts I tell you. So no more saying everyone is worthless here. If it had been me of course I would have strangled the dragon with my bare hands and speared the Nebs on their own bloody tower...always looking down on us like we are ants. I really should go right up their tower and finish the job he started. I'll beat their whole arrogant attitude out of them and when I'm done they will know better than to go and arrest such a fine fellow! Bloody hell, we could free that guy and then punish them together...hick..."

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Alzira
Posted: Feb 23 2017, 07:00 AM


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Alzira swallowed, she knew she didn't have that kind of money. Now it was time to bluff her way out again. She looked around, hoping to find some inspiration on how to proceed. Sappo nudged her and an idea came to mind; maybe the little dragon could sneak outside and find Ale at the tavern, carrying a note with their whereabouts to guide them, but this would mean she had to get a few minutes alone with the Guardian... She turned to the guard, who had finally shown his true colours, and said, "I'm sorry, I don't have such a sum on me right now. Would you at least let me have a private talk with your prisoner before I get the money?"
Isirion
Posted: Feb 25 2017, 03:39 PM


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The guard nodded his hands already counting the imagined coins, then he retreated into the doorway to give Alzira at least a semblance of privacy. The Guardian growled softly but at least the Neb was out of earshot. He leaned closer to the green-haired lady and said: "Don't waste your time on me. My old captain should be your priority now as he had been captured and sold long before me. I have at least a day left. Go now!"

In the mean-time at Pride's arena

Pip, Mythy's secret groom was sitting cross-legged in front of the dragon he admired the most and listened intently to every word the wyvern grumbled: "So Pride sent you here to figure out what rubbed my scales the wrong way? Has he lost his sense of sight as well as his taste? That man he brought here reeked of death and he was covered in blood. Fresh blood - and not only from one dragon!" Pip scratched his head and offered: "Maybe that's why Pride wants him to play Death?" Golden Myth shot the boy an annoyed glance to check if he was serious but apparently his groom was and so the dragon just sighed before he went on: "Dragons get into fights with each other all the time. They fight for territory rights or mates or just to prove their strength - but for a human to get so much dragon blood on his clothes...he must be a dragon killer in the service of one of those abominable trophy collectors; allowed to keep a part of the spoils. That bloodstained cloak of his was made of dragon skin if I ever saw one...Tell Pride if he doesn't get rid of him, I will..." The little groom looked really anxious now, but he still dared to ask: "But, in this city, isn't just about everyone collecting trophies? So many houses have dragon scales on the roof, spikes and talons on their walls and fences, horns as good luck charms on their doors. Why aren't you upset about those?" The wyvern considered his answer for a bit before he growled: "Because those people didn't KILL the dragons, they just scavenged the corpses after someone like him has done the dirty work." Pip scratched his face again, then he said: "But if those people didn't demand scales and spikes and talons and horns, then there wouldn't be a need to kill dragons. I think the collectors are much more to blame and besides Pride would be really sad if he had to cancel the performance. You know he would choose you over anything but he would still be sad. I don't want him to be sad because he made my dream come true!" Golden Myth had a pretty good idea what the boy's dream had been and he smiled. Then he carefully patted him on the head and growled softly: "Alright, but right after the performance that dragon killer has to leave." Pip perked up like a hatchling using his wings for the first time and flew back to Pride to give him the good news.

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Alzira
Posted: Feb 26 2017, 07:25 AM


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Alzira went to the Guardian, positioning herself with her back to the guard. She started to write on small piece of paper as soon as she was sure her motions wouldn't be detected. At the same time she whispered,"Don't fear for your captain, he has already been freed. You are the one we are worried about now and I was sent here to find out more. Right now I'm writing a note including the layout of this tower. Sappo will be the messenger." With these words Alzira finished her work, rolled the message up as small as she could and gave it to Sappo. She spoke urgently,"Take this to Ale, he should be in the tavern close to this spot. Don't get caught! If I can't manage to leave, you have to save me as well." She didn't want to say this aloud but since she was afraid it slipped her tongue. Sappo looked at her worried, but he he knew he had an important task to fulfill. The little dragon nodded silently and and slipped away in the shadows. Luckily the room was sparsely lit and he managed to reach the window in no time. He looked back at his keeper and the guard, and just when this man looked away, thanks to Alzira distracting him, he slipped through the window, climbed down the tower, and blended with the vast air traffic of messenger pygmies while following the smell of food and - most importanly - alcohol of the nearest point Alzira suspected Ale to be.

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Nobody thought the little Pygmy worth a second glance - if they noticed him at all. Sappo reached the tavern closest to the tower unchallenged if you excluded the pungent alcoholic stench. Not only Ale but also the group of young males surrounding him all looked and smelled like they had drowned in the stuff. Sappo tried his trusted waking-up-Alzira-treatment and jumped on the old man's stomach. Ale gave a grunt and stared bleary-eyed at the pygmy. He patted it on one of it's many heads and returned to his alcohol stupor. Even the tiny dragon knew then that the man called Ale was no help to anybody in that condition and he had to find the help his keeper needed somewhere else.

In the mean-time at Pride's arena

The arena owner had wasted no time and had already painted an example banner for tomorrow's performance. It was labeled 'The Death And The Dragon' and showed a pitch-black humanoid blob facing a much larger and scaly blue blob with horns and wings. Upon seeing this abomination Pip stopped dead in his track and only managed to say: "Uhm, the blob has to go after the performance." Pride looked up in confusion and the boy rephrased his previous sentence a bit: "Mythy said that the dragon killer has to go right after the performance." Pride nodded absent-mindly, still trying to figure out the blob-statement and Pip wisely decided to leave it at that.

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Alzira
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Sappo was annoyed. How was he supposed to deliver the message if the ones he needed to act were of no use? He decided to go where Susurro and the others were hiding - the arena. At least Susurro would be able to stress the importance to get help to their keeper! So he slipped back and mingled with the air traffic once again.
Soon he arrived at their hideout and hastened to the White Dragon. Susurro was surprised at the sight of the little dragon without seeing Alzira nearby. Quite alarmed he took the note, read it and chose to act immediately. He left the stable and hurried to look for their comrades, preferably he'd find Sodger or Drake first but Isirion would work as well. The important thing was that they used the information Alzira provided as efficiently as possible. They had little time but a bit of coordinating wouldn't hurt. So he headed to the preparation quarter where he headed for Sodger's bunk. Susurro couldn't resist and took a peek at his wounds and sent some healing magic along as well. The exhausted soldier would need all his strength soon he presumed. Nevertheless he had to wake him, Alzira needed help. He nudged him awake and told him about the message.
Sappo in the mean time was getting restless, he didn't like being separated from his keeper for too long, especially if she was in danger. He slipped out just before Susurro, his flame changing colour again...

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Isirion
Posted: Mar 5 2017, 12:26 PM


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Susurro's gentle nudge woke up Sodger almost immediately. The old soldier's instincts took over and he once again gripped for his sword that no longer was at his side - otherwise he might have stabbed the White Dragon. In time he remembered that he was at a safe place and relaxed again. He sat up and carefully listened to the dragon's words. When Susurro had finished he said calmly: "I owe your keeper a debt I intend to repay in full. On my honour as a Royal Blue I swear that I will leave neither her nor the Guardian at the mercy of those corrupted Nebs. They will pay for their insolence even before the air-bandits. Isirion!" "Yes, master", his ice-cold voice answered without delay. Upon feeling the White Dragon's familiar healing energy Isirion had been intrigued to watch it's powerful effects again and so he had silently crept close enough not only to observe but to eavesdrop on the entire conversation. Standing like a shadow next to the White Dragon he awaited further orders with an unfathomable smile on his face. Sodger mirrored the smile although it was invisible to him and said: "For some reason I already feel strong enough to take on those accursed Nebs on my own but showing myself to them so soon after leaving their hospitality, wouldn't be wise. Isirion, I trust you can handle those Nebs for me?" "Yes, master", Isirion answered once a again and wondered inwardly if this assignment too would be changed on a whim like the one before.

In the mean-time Sappo lost no time to get back to his beloved keeper. He moved so fast he didn't even noticed the other Pygmy that entered the arena the same way he had just left it. That Pygmy also moved with a burning sense of purpose that cumulated in finding Drake in a secluded spot and spewing a little flame right in front of her. Only a Draikenflaeme would know the secret meaning behind this peculiar behaviour - another Draikenflaeme was close by and asked for a meeting in secret.

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Roxanne's eldest brother grabbed the saddle of the dragon he'd brought along, and was far beyond proud to have by him- his mother's battle scarred Royal Crimson, whose torn up snout, exposed teeth, constant sweeping glances around, and huge stature above the rest of the dragons made her more of a dominating presence than even the leader here. However, his dreams of valiantly approaching and showing off to his sister after several years of not seeing her were quickly swept away when the Royal Crimson spoke with a tone that couldn't be more different from her former main companion's, saying, "Ha! I'd take a smaller dragon, little Ezra. Someone stealthier and not so huge, eh?" Knowing arguing would get him nowhere with that dragon who was probably either being sincere or plain lazy, Ezra borrowed a brother's light-footed Black Dragon, promising to return the dragon as quickly as possible (though not bothering to actually ask permission.) The now impatient pygmy led Ezra and the dragon to Roxanne, using as stealthy but quick a route it could discover. The speed from a smaller and generally quicker dragon surprised Ezra, who'd always gravitated towards the bigger and stronger dragons. That interest had even brought him closer to Roxanne; or, at least, it would have if Roxanne hadn't been more interested in lugging around and trying to wrestle with a Royal Blue hatchling she'd been presented with. But, it was only to find the little hatchling much preferred chomping at the legs of anyone who dared 'threaten' her and had kept 'protecting' her as he quickly grew much larger than she did. Ezra stifled a laugh behind his unkept, thick layer of a beard as he remembered the interrupted fights, knowing the fun was all over once Roxanne made the smallest sound of distress; or rather what that jumpy Royal Blue must have thought to be a dying gasp, despite the clear life from the little girl that'd pound him over and over with energetic fists as he refused to get off her or let go of her. Anyone who wasn't an adult or dragon didn't even try to get the Royal Blue off- once you managed to get him away (a finger and later on hand-risking feat in itself,) you still had an angry little girl stuck in some predatory mode, willing to bite or scratch or punch or grab or pull or kick or tackle you. Needless to say, siblings would rather offer up dragon companions to stand their ground against Roxanne once she got to be a teenager, either to avoid getting hurt or just to see if she could manage it. Bloody noses, chipped claws, and layers of scales and reddish brown hair littering the floor sprang to Ezra's mind...
The reminiscing ended abruptly when the pygmy stopped the Black Dragon from going any farther. Ezra noticed the arena dead ahead. That was where she was? Fighting dragons he could understand... But her staying somewhere dragons were surely slaughtered for ungrateful, sadistic audiences? That didn't seem right... But, despite his concerns, he wasn't going to doubt his sister over an incomplete story and was going to boldy ride over on his brother's Black Dragon just as he would on his mother's Royal Crimson. Or at least, he was going to until the pygmy buzzed around and decided to steer and park Ezra and the dragon somewhere out of sight from the arena.

Drake was, in simple terms, completely bored and restless out of her mind. She couldn't take time to relax or regain energy because she was stuck in this hell-city right with a dragon killer and doing absolutely nothing between now and the attack on the mansion. Well, maybe not nothing. She was either pacing around or sitting/leaning alone (mind a watchful Taellonn) against a wall with a shaking leg. Not like that was much better, though.
Taellonn saw the pygmy before Drake, but it was clear he wouldn't get a word in when the pygmy ignored him in favor of puffing a flame at Drake. Anyone nearby could have seen the sudden shift in Drake's expression. It went from bored and frustrated to... Angry. She still followed the pygmy, despite the constant thoughts of Wasn't everything arranged already? and What are we gonna do if we get caught on the way there? blocking out any good thoughts about actually seeing a relative. Taellonn, not wanting to face a restless and angry Drake, silently followed.
The pygmy let itself rest on the Black Dragon's tail, stretching its wings this way and that and letting out a smoky yawn. Drake looked up at the dragon's rider and squinted at the unfamiliarly bearded face. "Ezra?" Drake's voice became angry. "What the hell are you doing here so early?" Ezra smiled. Same Roxanne he'd known before. "I've come to deliver a message to you." Drake scowled. "And the pygmy couldn't?" Ezra slid off the dragon and walked up to Drake, shoulders proud and swinging. "I just wanted to see..." He was right at eye level with Drake. On top of a dragon he hadn't really noticed how tall she was but now- eye level? That made two sisters his height, then. But only Drake had also inherited their father's wide shouldered and solid frame too. Though that didn't mean she didn't boast the more Draikenflaeme-esque looks of her mother with the reddish-brown hair, tealish eyes and tanner complexition; unlike Ezra, with his father's clear outsider looks of yellow blond hair, Cassare-Dragon-brown eyes, and paler skin that was barely tinted with the Draikenflaeme tones. Ezra refocused. "...you again. Before we would part ways again and all that. Aren't you glad to see me?" Drake sighed, but her guard was still up. "Yeah, it's been a while. What did you need to tell me?" Ezra was upset at her tone and his face didn't hide it much, but he went on. "Well, what I wanted to say is that we've decided, rather, I've decided, that you should-" He hoped no one was eavesdropping, and lowered his voice to a whisper. "-kill... the main target. The egg shatterer himself. Arrange the whole thing beyond what you have already, too." Drake relaxed a bit and the corners of her mouth rose ever so slightly. "You say that like that wasn't already my intention. But thanks... You said I get to plan out everything?" Ezra nodded. "Least that's what I got from it. Why? You got big ideas already?" Drake's near hidden smile almost instantly blasted into its full potential, a lopsided toothy smile that squished up half her face as she started to talk, albeit quietly. "I think I've got it mostly on the ground, all I need's a spotter to watch out for me..." Ezra interrupted. "Or two with their dragons." She continued, "Only if we've got the resources. I need most of everyone else to be distracting the Nebs... Hopefully reasoning with the dragons themselves but maybe just holding them back until it's all said and done." Ezra nodded again. "So keep back some dragons while you kill one little coward? Doesn't seem too bad." Drake shrugged. "Well, the shatterer's not going to be the only one there... There's some people I used to get here and..." Her smile faded as quickly as it had appeared, realizing the gravity of everything once again. "I'm... Not sure how they are with fighting but... They're not my main concern. I've met up with some suspicious people here, to say the least, and I've gotten confirmation one's a dragon killer, the very one who's going to the mansion with me to kill the shatterer." She swallowed a bit and continued before Ezra could interrupt, his face now mirroring Taellonn's resting expression in all its anxious sincerity. "I can't let this slip past me, Ezra. I don't care if you're the spotter or not or who you bring along- just make sure I'm not going unprotected, mind Taellonn. You've got all that?" Ezra didn't respond much, beyond hooking an arm around Drake's neck and hugging her. He laughed almost forcefully, like he didn't want to show the terror he had at the raised stakes, with his own little sister at the helm. "I'll tell them everything, alright? I've got the best dragon to have your back too, and I know she'd protect you to the ends of the world, and more..." Drake was starting to get fed up with her brother's sudden expression of concern, and it only worsened when he hugged tighter and let out, "Good luck, Roxanne." before jumping right back onto the Black Dragon and telling the pygmy to lead them back to the others.
Drake wished she'd gotten a chance to correct him, but realized that he probably still saw the fourteen year old he'd said goodbye to before. It didn't seem like a great excuse to her, but she was almost physically tired of being mad, especially at her brother. Taellonn broke the odd silence by telling Drake they should go back to the arena, back in the secluded area she'd claimed. Getting back gave Drake time to think more... Specifically, who Ezra was talking about. She had a lot of dragons she'd grown up with and trusted. That vaguely familiar Black Dragon didn't seem Ezra's type of company, with its dainty feet and swift snake-like body movements as it sprinted away. No, Ezra would have someone powerful by him, a dragon that even a Draikenflaeme wouldn't want to get on the wrong side of- and then it hit her. With gnarled edges of each scale and wing, and enough scars on her face and tail alone to tell stories lasting a good section of a lifetime, why wouldn't Ezra want to bring along such a familiar dragon, him and Drake's mother's own trusted Royal Crimson, Relantia. She'd favored a young Drake enough to let her actually ride her, and apparently she'd formed that same trust with her former main companion's oldest son. Drake guessed Relantia was the strongest out of all the summoned comrades if she were here, but that didn't stir any worry at all. If she wasn't going to be looking out for Drake she'd be taking care of Nebs... How effortless that would probably be for her! Drake's mind kept wandering, unknowingly putting her into the same position as the boy just as starstruck by Mythy as Drake was now by Relantia. Drake had even seemed to have lost all restlessness at the arena, sacrificing the wall she'd been using for back support and using Taellonn's side instead, seeing that he didn't mind. Taellonn felt a little off because of Drake's seemingly lack of focus, but he'd just be her eyes instead for now. She deserved a rest, didn't she?

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Isirion
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Back at her secluded spot, Drake noticed that she wasn't the only one who had disappeared. Isirion was nowhere to be seen, save the abominably botched un-likeness on the banner Pride was making worse with every stroke...

At the Nebula tower, Sappo climbed back up and snaked inside through the narrow window to re-unite with his keeper. By now two more guards had gathered to ensure that nothing, especially not a change of mind, happened to the generous green-haired lady. Both newcomers offered to escort Alzira back to her assumed mansion to help protect and carry the coins she was supposed to fetch for the prisoner's life. Said prisoner was so mad by now, that his fingers all but dug into the iron bars of his cage. The first guard seemed pretty mad too und absolutely unwilling to let his companions 'steal' away with his 'fortune'. Little Sappo didn't understand everything but what he understood made him mad enough to spit a burning blue flame. How dare did those men talk about his keeper as if she was a piece of food to be fought over like a bunch of hatchlings?

Not far away Isirion prowled along the streets trying to ignore a very persistent and very white shadow. Susurro mad with anxiety about the green-haired lady's fate had insisted on following him to the patrol tower to make sure nothing happened to Alzira. Isirion sighed and cursed the fact that that dragon turned out to be just as over-protective as Drake's. There was just no way people wouldn't remember such an unusual pair as them. Unless he made sure there wouldn't be anyone left to remember anything - but in plain sight of the patrol tower that wasn't even an option. There were people and eyes everywhere, just like the last time he had visited the big city...Isirion cursed again and vented his anger on the White Dragon: "If you insist on drawing so much attention on us then at least find a way to distract them long enough for me to sneak into the tower!"

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Susurro didn't like it but Isirion was right. He was drawing attention since he was a White Dragon walking in the company of a man of an undeniably dark presence. He wouldn't let Isirion out of his sight though. Maybe he could do that by air as well. He turned to Isirion and said:"I agree, together we are a bit too obvious. I will take flight and circle the top of the tower for a while. That should keep their eyes away from you and you can sneak in. I will then land on a nearby building and watch your escape. As soon as Alzra is outside I shall leave and meet you at the arena again."

Glad that Sappo was back save and sound Alzira felt a bit safer now. She too had noticed the growing tension between the guards. She turned toward the first guard again, trying to buy more time and asked him how the procedures would go from here on. In the mean time Sappo slipped away for he couldn't keep calm. He moved to the Guardians cage who seemed as angry as the little Pygmy was frustrated now, hearing the guards haggling about Alziras supposed riches. He knew that he couldn't burn iron but he was agitated and needed to let off some steam - or to be more accurate - a bright blue flame. Intentionally or not he hit an iron bar and noticed almost immediately that it reacted to the heat. He heard a sizzling sound and smelled the faint scent of burned dirt, dust and something new, a smell he just knew from a blacksmith's. He looked at the Guardian and squeezed his leg to get his attention. Then he focused a very thin and even hotter flame at the iron bar again, maybe he could weaken the material a bit more.

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As soon as Susurro had taken to the air, Isirion melted into the shadow of a large building. In broad daylight it wasn't easy to vanish from sight while wearing black but starting from the corner of the building he blended in with whatever crowd, piece of architecture or market stand he could find. He swapped his predatory moves with a slow purpose walk that eventually brought him right next to the patrol tower in question. There he patiently waited until the tower guard's eyes wandered skywards wondering about the curious flight path of a certain White Dragon. Isirion didn't waste a single second and slipped behind the guard's back into the tower. Inside he gave his eyes a moment to adjust to the relative darkness then he carefully climbed the first flight of stairs. He had memorized the layout of the tower from the distress message the White Dragon had shown him and managed to avoid detection quite easily. Halfway up the second flight of stairs Isirion could hear the guards arguing about how they would split up the coins they wished to extort from the green-haired lady. Upon reaching the third floor the arguing guards would undoubtedly have paid with their lives for their inattention if not for the Guardian. With his cage facing the doorway he was the only one to notice Isirion's approach and correctly guess his murderous intentions. To save the guards' lives the Guardian inhaled deeply and shouted: "Isirion!"

The three guards almost jumped out of their armour from the sheer volume and tensed up even more as they followed his fierce gaze back to a menacing figure clad entirely in black. Isirion who already had gotten a taste of the vocal capacity of the bear-like man at Leetle island recovered even more quickly and said in a cold, business-like tone: "I have been sent here to deal with you." The first guard relaxed a bit and patting his well-fed coin purse he said: "The bear and the lady have caused us noble protectors some administrational problems that amount to 500 gold. If you happen to carry said sum they are free to go." Somehow the 'if not' part got stuck in his throat as he accidently looked straight into the stranger's eyes. Standing in the middle of a horde of Hellfire Wyverns unleashing their fell flames would still not be enough warmth to burn the chill out of his very bones and soul. The guard backed away until he bumped into the little dragon fire-breathing on the prisoner's cage. Mortal fear gave way to confusion which turned into anger to relieve his anxiety. He kicked the pitchblack Pygmy against the next wall and screamed in a high-pitched tone: "Stupid messenger dragon, that's not food or anything. Don't come here unless you are called!"

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The Guardian's yell shook Alzira. She didn't know where to look first, at the prisoner or at the newly arrived cold presence of Isirion, but that was soon negligible as she saw the guard stomping towards Sappo and kicking him across the room. Alzira let out a faint whimper when she saw the little dragon hitting the wall. Sappo himself was quite lucky and when he pulled himself up just a few seconds later he just felt a bit dizzy. He had pulled his wings close to his body and had managed to reduce the impact that way. His wings did hurt as he stretched and tried moving them but that was nothing that would stop him from protecting his keeper. Nevertheless he decided to stay out of the guards attention for a while and watch her back from a little distance.

What a relief! Alzira just noticed that she had held her breath until the little pygmy raised again and slipped with a slight limp into the shadows. Then she turned back to the shaken guards - how would this situation evolve now? She didn't wish for the guard's death but a punishment - at least for Sappo's mistreatment - seemed due.

In the mean time Susurro had landed on a nearby building where he could keep the entrance as well as the windows of the cells in view. He had seen Isirion enter the tower and now he was waiting for their escape. He expected them any minute now.

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Uncharacteristically the Guardian didn't care about Sappo's mistreatment and dangerous encounter with the wall at all. He was too busy staring evisceration knives at Isirion through the iron bars of his prison daring him to kill the three guards in cold blood. Isirion ignored him as he now ignored the first guard that he had almost scared to death. Instead he continued his business approach with the other two guards. He carefully reached inside his cloak and pulled a leaf out of an inside pocket. He held it exactly between the two Nebs so that they both could see that the leaf glowed with the vibrant colours of the current season, identifying it beyond any doubt as a Leetle leaf. The guards' eyes lit up with greed and they both tried to snatch it away. Of course Isirion was faster and pulled his hand away just in time. He shot the Guardian, whose eyes had lit up in anger a wicked smile and said to no one in particular: "Let me take the administrational problems off your hands and the leaf is all yours." At once the Nebs scrambled towards the cage and tried to outdo each other in opening it. Once the Guardian was free, Isirion stepped towards the first guard and dropped the Leetle leaf in his hands. Still smiling wickedly he turned around and lead the 'problems' he had just bought out of the tower while the guards figured out the bloody math that there were three of them but only one Leetle leaf...

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Alzira smiled to herself, thinking about the troubles the guards now had. "Serves them right!", she thought. She usually held no grudges, but everyone has a limit. Mistreating dragons was her's. As soon as she was outside again she stretched and took a deep breath of... city-air, but well, anything was better than the insides of that cold, damp tower. Then she bowed down and picked up Sappo who had taken the outside route like the other messenger pygmies. He was limping a bit harder since he noticed that their escape was sucessful. She cooed at the little dragon who obviously liked it and started a soft dragon grumble. He was to be pampered, he was the hero, wasn't he? At the same time she caressed the little one, she checked for injuries but she didn't find anything. Nevertheless, she would ask Susurro to take a closer look, just to be sure.

They were heading towards the arena and Alzira was once again wondering how this adventure would continue. She expected Isirion to be not too happy about the loss of the leaf and she wasn't too enthusiastic to talk to the Guardian because he definitely didn't like lying, although technically speaking, she hadn't lied- she just let the guards believe what they wanted, but that were minor differences to him she presumed.

Susurro was quite relieved when Alzira, the Guardian and Isirion had finally had left the building. He followed them with his eyes and watched the limping Sappo reunite with their keeper. The little one had always to exaggerate he thought amused. Nevertheless he was glad they had escaped unharmed. Once they walked into the next street he jumped into the air, beat his wings a few times and soared to the arena to await their return.

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Taking the scenic route to make sure they weren't followed, the small group easily found the time to pick up Ale on the way. Being thoroughly drunk, the old man had to lean on the Guardian which didn't help their travelling speed at all. When they finally arrived back at the arena the afternoon was almost gone and even Sappo had gotten tired of pretending to limp to keep his keeper's attention focused on him. It was a good thing he had stopped trying because in the time they had been away the arena had turned into something that drew everyone's attention. Composed of dozens of botched black und blue blob banners the entire arena front was now covered with a way-larger-than-life canvas that moved eerily in the wind. It was the same scene Pride had tried to paint on smaller scale but much more alive. Every gust of wind made the different banners that made up the Royal Blue's scales ripple as if the dragon actually moved. For dramatic effect, two Pygmies had been assigned to do a little fire breathing to fortify the illusion. The black blob had gotten a make-over too. A very black, very velvety and very cumbering cloak was loosely attached to the canvas for mysterious reasons. Sticking out from it's depths was a pointy red and black stick-thing that probably should depict Death's somewhat famous bloodstained blade. Together it looked less like an epic battle scene and more like a picture of a dragon who had accidently charred his first meat on a stick while trying to barbecue for the first time in his life.

Isirion eyed the whole thing for a full minute, but the canvas refused to drop dead or at least down. Finally he sighed and went inside to report back to his master. Sodger looked fully recovered and eager to fight. The old soldier called for everyone to gather around him, then he spoke: "The time has come to bring those scoundrels to justice. We will drag them out of their hiding-holes and punish them one by one. Leave none of them alive unless they can tell you what happened to Eyes. If we find out that the Gatherer is dead, we will at least have avenged him - otherwise retrieving him will be our next mission. Now, lets not waste anymore time talking. Drake - lead us to your former employer so that we may fight proudly or die!"

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Drake pulled herself onto Taellonn's back, the added height and Drake's confident posture clearly showing her intentions of leading to anyone who could see. Her voice conveyed the same authority she was trying to establish as she began to explain. "We're going to be one of three parties, and I'm anticipating that size-wise, we're between the two. The largest party is distracting and keeping away the Nebs. And, as a failsafe, there's a lookout, the third group, for us on our way to the mansion. They should be close enough where we could rely on them for backup in the mansion if it's more than we anticipated." She thought over the parties. "Essentially, if you see a dragon and rider, and they're not Nebs or wary of you, that's my people at work. And I won't hesitate to warn all of you about anything suspicious I didn't set up. But as long as you follow me and what I say, it should all be fine."

Since getting back to the others, Ezra had kept a tight grip on Relantia's black saddle, ready to jump on and be swiftly escorted to the city once again. The only thing was... No one was telling him or Relantia to go. He had established he was going to be watching out for Roxanne along with any one other person who volunteered- surely he should be going by now. He looked up at Relantia. "Shouldn't we be off by now?" A deep grumble of a chuckle escaped her. "I was right about your skills in strategy. Don't get me wrong, I am flattered that you have brought me to show off to the rest. But you have neglected to see the poor strategy in that. I cannot go unseen out there; the Nebs must be preoccupied before I have an opportunity to go in. Otherwise there'll be chaos, and no spotting job for you. Even then we must be careful." Ezra scowled. "So Roxanne's going in unsupervised until everything else is done? What good does that do?" Relantia looked down at him. "You tell me. You're the one who brought me along."
Ezra was ready to complain more, maybe to convince Relantia to go against orders and try to fly in regardless of the risk, before an unfamiliar voice caught his attention. "You needed a volunteer?" He looked to the source and saw a young man about his sister's age with a defensive-looking Fever Wyvern behind him. He barely matched the average look of a warrior; he had a soft jawline and features and a patchy beard that just looked like weed patches in an otherwise dead field, and his armor looked fairly light compared to the other sets here. Strangest was the leather belt and cuffs with some sort of decoration on them. Ezra's hand abandoned Relantia's saddle to let him walk towards the man. "Right, we do. I'm Ezra, Roxanne's brother. Who're you?" Ezra took notice of the Fever Wyvern carefully mirroring the man's steps as the pair walked forward, despite the death-glare the wyvern was giving him instead of looking at the man's feet. The glare distracted Ezra so much he was caught off guard by the oddly calloused hand that gripped his; leading him to quickly look over and notice that the "decorations" he'd seen before on the leather were actually throwing knives. "I'm Leon. My family isn't too close to yours, but our morals bind us. Consider me an ally of Drake's and a fighter for the cause. I've trained in stealth enough where I think being lookout would be perfect for me." The stranger's smile seemed sincere enough, and his face still had a sort of innocence to it with his soft features that Ezra trusted. Relantia, however, was skeptical. She hadn't seen this "Leon" before, nor his dragon. But she stayed quiet, seeing as her earlier surveillance of the area hadn't warned her of anything suspicious. Besides, Roxanne was more capable than Ezra probably judged her to be, and Relantia would be by her soon enough anyways.
Leon and the Fever Wyvern with him quickly left to serve as a lookout for Drake, maneuvering away from Nebs currently being distracted either by younger warriors taunting them, or older ones using more strategic techniques to distract them, trying to get to the point where a Royal Crimson could sneak past unseen...

Drake waited until distant dragon pairs distracting the Nebs before them could be seen getting farther and farther away before letting Taellonn create and lead the best path he could formulate. She was preoccupied being ever-vigilant for any Nebs, or the spotters she couldn't seem to find anywhere.

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