OOC: i'd like to apologize if i made anyone feel unwelcome, I'm truly sorry. Go ahead and join if you'd like.

As the title implies we’ll be find her lineage and have an Epic battle that directly impacts everyone present. Also this is based in the past, this is where we first meet Ramoth, so up to this point, no one knows she alive, or really all that much about her. So you might have to back up on what you know to make things flow smoothly.


IC:*********************************Preface*********************************
Entity was created by the gods of old, when the world was young. The gods needed a being that could help push civilization farther in the evolutionary chain, so they summoned together a council and pour an equal portion of all their anger, hate and malice into a single entity. They left creation of a body for this entity to the god of the lands. She formed ice for the first time upon the earth and gave that to him as body; she also gave him control over it, since it was created for him. She vouched a name for him and called him Entity; the other gods approved and released him. For several years he wreaked havoc on the living, causing them to change and evolve quicker. When the gods saw that he had served his purpose, they sent out their bounty hunter and brought him back to their realm. Millions of years later things slowed down to much in evolution and the gods again released him to spike advancement. After the gods’ work had been finished, they again sent out their bounty hunter to bring Entity back. Entity refused to go back and murdered the Bounty Hunter and sent his head back to the gods. He then continued his rampage; it was him who brought about the Ice Age the covered the entire planet in Ice. The gods were furious and banded together to create a special realm in which they could seal Entity in. After several long years they succeeded and made it with a negative attraction that’d drag him back in when his time was up, and release him when they needed him they locked him in, and there he has stayed for millions of years.
Through the course of that time new gods arose, destroying the ancient one, bringing an end to their reign. The younger gods have paid little attention to binds that held their weapon in place, nor did they try and sooth his displeasure in them or the world. For they had grown accustomed to age, and hoped that the world would continue to forge ahead at the pace it is traveling. Entity has been alone with his thoughts for countless years and has plotted his revenge. Day after day he tests the gate to the world, and day by day it grows weaker.
A young god has watched the seal weaken, but cannot convince the others of the plight that is soon to be unleashed. The young god broke into the sacred library and read through the scrolls of the ancients on how they sealed Entity away; then he read a scroll absolutely forbidden, ‘How To Kill A God’.


Shyara was flying alongside Ecivres; they had just crossed the Western Ocean and the sun was setting. This looks like a good place to land. A storm was brewing and Shyara was exhausted, so the small cove looked like a good place to rest. She landed with thud in the warm sand. She was covered in sweat and the cool ocean looked delightful. She walked over and slid into the water till it was up to her eyelids then she ducked under and rolled several times. This helped to aleaveat the stress that had built up since before she had left. Her first batch of eggs, which turned out to be only one egg, the Elven dragon doctors tell her that the dracling inside more than likely would survive, the doctors taking the egg into their care when she left, along with Kit and Shyra and their new baby also.

Ecivres watched from shore. What do you expect to find here anyways?

Ecivres’s voice shattered Shyara’s thoughts and the beginning stages of spiraling depression and brought her back to reality; she asked him to repeat his question. I don’t know, mostly answers I guess. Answers to questions like, ‘did my mother make it this far’, ‘who exactly was my father’, you know stuff like that.

Oh, sounds reasonable enough questions. Now, get out of the water and come up here besides me and then let’s get some sleep.

She lazily swam back to shore and came up out of the water. She curled up in semi-circle on the sand and drifted into a deep sleep, where she dreamed of her child, a girl in this dream, crying out for help, then death, blood, and destruction crashed down on the dracling as Shyara tried to reach her, but couldn’t move forward, something was holding her back. Then her dead mother came into view, calling her name and telling her to use her Ice Breath. Then she was surrounded by ice, an ice that felt alive and moved and them it came down upon her, the air she was breathing turned to ice. She felt the cold feeling of death slink up over her as her body froze solid from the inside out. Shyara woke with a start, it was the dead of night and the storm was blowing over head, the cove walls keeping most of it out. That’s odd, Shyara thought as she put her head back down, I don’t even Ice Breath. Above the storm pulled her scent from her and sent it on the waves of air to the North.


Ramoth was sun bathing on her balcony, the same one she had used for the past seven thousand years every morning. She took in a deep breath, enjoying the smells that the Arctic Winter was bringing. She could smell the Fireweed in full bloom, the Bluebells letting off their lasts scents of the year, Astra and Tundra Rose beginning to decay. She let the air out with a sigh and took in another deep breath, a breeze had picked up from the south and with it came a strange odor that Ramoth knew, but didn’t recognize. She ran through her memory banks till she identified it, then she scolded herself, Don’t fool yourself Ramoth, he’s dead, they’re all dead. Don’t raise your hopes for nothing. You’re right, and it’s time I heard the Daily Report.

Ramoth pulled herself off the great stone balcony and entered into her large castle home. Alexandra. Ramoth called. A young dragoness of twenty-three years entered into the imperial suite.
Yes, Your Majesty?
Come read me the Report, and call in something to eat, you look starved girl.
Lexa stuck her head out through the thick curtain the represented a door and called for breakfast, then turned back to Ramoth. First off, there was a Troll attack in Gloind, but the militia took care of them.
They didn’t kill them all did they?
No Ma’am, they left several alive, just as you’ve ordered. Lexa’s expression became confused, Why don’t you allow them to be completely destroyed, then we wouldn’t have these attacks?
Because a true event is always made worse by the survivors. Soon they won’t attack at all because they’ll have been told that we have ten thousand dragons on our patrol.
Hmm, that is true. Anyway tomorrow you have a meeting with Groth of Yrotsih because of complaints about the patrol harassing a young female.
I want the patrol’s number and the name of those involved. I want to be able to report that it has been taken care when I visit Groth.
Yes Ma’am.

Ramoth heard claws clicking and a tail dragging on the stone floor in the hallway. Come in, she called before the sounds of approached stopped. The Herd-Watcher’s apprentice entered carrying two bucks on his back. Lexa removed them and bid the young male to leave them, he bowed himself out. Lexa dragged both over to Ramoth, but she just took one and gave the other to Lexa. She noticed the young female acted as if she had something else to say. What is it?
Well, there have been more reports of the Ice Demon.
Ramoth looked up with a look of displeasure, Child, I have told you, it’s nothing more than a story used by siblings to scare one another, don’t worry about that.
But-
But what? she asked with a touch of annoyance in her voice.
The Northern Village, the one that had all those sightings few days ago, has been completely wiped out. Not a soul left alive, everyone gone. There was blood and flesh frozen everywhere. The buildings had been smashed as if they had been made of wood.
Ramoth stopped chewing and looked up. The girl was serious. I…I Ramoth didn’t know what to say; the Ice Demon hadn’t been seen for years upon years, long before any of the two-legs were worthy of notice. I suggest you don’t mention this to anyone. I’ll look into it. They finished their meal in silence, neither willing to broach the subject again but each focusing on the problem.

OOC: Alright, time for some RPGC's. I'm interested to see where this goes, Kit.

IC: Cold air accosted Phalynx as she flew. It didn't bother her, though. Hardly anything at this altitude did, anymore. By now she had grown used to the thin air and low temperatures, and she had always been able to withstand the unblocked radiation. The intense light invigorated her, even, making her feel like she had more power over events below. The fact that she was flying tens of thousands of feet up didn't diminish that fact, either.

It wasn't often that Phal felt the desire to head in two directions at the same time. Usually her instincts were very clear when they urged her on. This time, though, she felt as though something wanted her to be in two places at once. Phal sighed, slightly frustrated. There was no way for her to know which direction would be best, at least not until she got there.

She finally settled on crossing the ocean, and finding out what was waiting for her there. Phal grinned, anticipating something new. There was always something new on other continents, as she had learned many previous times. This time would likely be no different. Phal stretched her wings to their fullest extent, reading the wind currents. She was searching for something amidst the churning air. Somewhere around here was a strong current of wind, almost like a tunnel in the sky. It would propel her much faster than her normal traveling speeds. She closed her eyes, letting the chilled breezes wrap around her sensitive wing membrane. Phal flapped slowly, finding the directions with the feel of the air currents, until she finally located the swift stream of air.

Phal let out a delighted roar as she was swept into the wind current. Rather than simply sit back and let the current propel her along, she paddled with her wings as well, trying to see how fast she could go. With each beat, she gained unbelievable acceleration, until she was quite certain nothing could keep up with her. This, above all things, was pure freedom.

Phal eventually let herself relax, and for a few more hours she simply rode the winds. A distant landmass came into view, and she let herself get blown closer before finally diving out of the swift stream of wind. As she exited her current, she noticed the air was slightly more violent than usual. A quick glance around confirmed her suspicions of a storm; several large cumulonimbus clouds were gathering. This should be an exciting night to fly, she thought happily, already planning to dance around among the dark stormfront if she had the opportunity.

Her instincts were telling her she was very close to one of the things she had wanted to find. Phal went into a gentle glide lower, in the direction she was being led. As she descended, she noticed something was already there. She headed towards a curve in the shoreline, a small cove. She could see two large creatures within. As she got lower and lower, Phal made out the distinctive shapes of dragons, and only seconds later she realized they were Shyara and Ecivres.

Phal grinned broadly, hastening her wingbeats. Shyara! Ecivres! I knew there was something here I was supposed to find, but I didn't suspect it would be you two! she cried cheerfully, still some distance away from the pair but closing fast.

Shyara hadn't quite fallen asleep when Phalynx's unmistakable mind-voice touched her's. She roared a greeting to silvery dragon as she stood up.
Hello, Phal. I don't know if I should you being here as good or bad, she joked. Especially if you felt it, but maybe it is just what we're doing that pulled you.

Ecivres had woken now, and greeted his mate's aunt pleasantly. Hello Phalynx, I'd say I was surprised to see you, but I think you're attracted to us. Either that or we are all attracted to trouble. And I suppose you're wondering why we are here? He let Shyara lead from there.

We, well I, became intrigued after our visit to the Fortress and did some more research, and found that my mother came this way. SO I decided to follow in her footsteps, well wing-beats is a better way to say it, and come looking to see what I could find. You're welcome to join us, I've kinda felt that something was missing, I guess it was you. Shyara settle back down and snuggled up closer to Ecivres so that Phal could land in the sand she had kept warm with her body heat. So how strong of a pull did you feel, must've been pretty strong if it led you clear across the ocean?

Ramoth paced around in her large room alone; Lexa he just left to carry out her other duties. Ramoth spoke aloud now to help keep her thoughts ordered. Okay, the Ice Demon, it can't be real, but what about Northern Village, that can't've been some sort of accident, or Orge attack. They don't have the resources to kill everyone, and no one escaping alive. But really, the Ice Demon, how is that possible? If it was true then what about the legends? They say that he, Entity was what the ancient witchdoctor had said its name was, was locked away by the 'gods' in a place with no escape. So, if this was Entity, how did he escape? Ramoth pondered the question for a while and finally decided her answer. It wasn't Entity, he doesn't exist, the Orges must have something up the sleeves that we don't know about.
A small 'knock' came from the entrance and Lexa entered. I have to the information you requested. The patrol that the complaint is about is numbered twenty-three. I've already called them back in from their patrols in the south so that this problem can be solved.
Thank you, have you got another patrol to cover that area, the Orges are up to something?
No, we are shorthanded, even with thirty-five patrols out, there will be a small gap, but not big enough for an army, perhaps a small group, but nothing major will get past.

OOC: Kit, you understand Gornath well, could you please god-mod him, I just don't have enough time to respond in a good way, but when I can, I will respond, I just don't want Gornath's absence to stop the story.... Please do this.

IC:
Gornath flew high over the Northernmost reaches of the Beor Mountains, the air was thin, and cold ... very cold. He looked around himself and looked at the white below him, the snow and thought to himself, I truly must be meant for this place, I belong here. he left off these thoughts when a large gust of wind hit him. It knocked him off balance and sent him spiraling down toward the ground, just before he hit the rocky peak of one of the mountains; he opened his wings and dove past it. He growled and said to himself, That was no ordinary wind, something is going on, and if I had to guess Shyara, and Phalynx are in on it. He wheeled around and set off flying toward Kit's house.

Gornath flew for six days, without much if any rest. He flew past the dwarven city of Farthen Dur, as well as many other dwarven cities. He landed briefly in the human city of Cithri, Anthor’s hometown. He stayed there for only a day, to rest and get some food. He was well liked by the inhabitance of Cithri, many of them remembering the stories about his rider. After that, Gornath flew to the islands. He flew strait past the islands and toward a small cove, on the coast and there seemed to be a large storm coming. He, to alert any allies of his coming and avoid conflict used his “white light” ability and began to glow with a brilliant light. He flew into the cove and roared loudly to announce his presence. He landed on the beach and said, Hello Shyara, Phalynx, Ecrives. I suspected that you might have something to do with the odd occurances of late, if you are going on an adventure, would you mind if I joined it?

OOC: Try not to give to much up, and I'm just going to say that it is near morning so we can go.

IC: Shyara bolted up from her empty, thankfully no dreams had returned. She flew to her feet, head whipping around, taking in everything. It was dawn, the burning-bright-ball had yet to come over the horizon; the clouds still loomed overhead but were not as treacherous. She couldn't find anything out of the ordinary, so she stalked over Gornath. What?! she said angrily, unhappy about being awoken with no apparent danger.

Ecivres was up as soon as Gornath's roar began to break out. He assessed the same thing Shyara had, but kept the anger in a minor tone. He walked up next to Shyara, being careful not to touch her, she was breathing heavily through her nose. She has got way to much stress to deal with, and I don't know why, he thought to himself. Gornath, why do you think we are all here? Did something happen?

Phal laughed lightly in response to Aeraldi's words. Yes, they do. It's odd to think of them now, and then remember when I was their age, when I was already trying to get involved in events throughout Alagaesia. How foolish I was, she said with another laugh, her eyes sparkling. Her thoughts grew more worried when he said that something felt wrong. What is it, Aeraldi? What is this "something"? she asked in a concerned tone.

OOC: Well I'm gonna time-skip to after Aeraldi responds so that I can be at the same time as you guys. lol

IC: Phal woke the next morning, feeling warm and refreshed. Her sleep had been unusually pleasant, considering what they had talked about that night. She glanced around, noticing Gornath's unease. What, what's wrong? she asked as she raised her head, her expression worried.

A dream, Aeraldi said, remembering how he couldn't keep things hidden from Phalynx. Or maybe a memory, I'm not sure. I saw lights dimming in the sky and a cold that... He shook his head.
A dream. He told himself. He looked at Phalynx, his eyes filled with kindness. Nothing to be worried about, I don't dream as you do and the memories haven't surfaced. Aeraldi wanted to say that tonight's dreams were going to be filled with happiness, but he couldn't bring himself to say it. He just wasn't sure.

OOC: Time skip, to the morning.

Aeraldi dreamed again, the same dream coursing through his mind.
Aeraldi flew high in the sky, higher than he usually did. Higher than he could go before. He looked down on the planet, watching everything and watching nothing. He felt the drums of every mind at once and how peaceful each seemed. Then he felt cold, as if all heat had suddenly disappeared. He used his flame but still no heat. The cold slid around his body, freezing every inch of his body. He looked up into the sky and saw the star that always gave him warmth fade and the smaller stars around it fade as well until he was left cold and in the dark. Looking down, Aeraldi saw-
Aeraldi woke up with a start as the sound of Gornath's roar. He jumped to his feet and raised his wings in preparation to fight. When nothing came, Aeraldi realized it was Gornath who had a bad dream. He shook himself of it when he heard that Gornath might know what it was they were facing.

Aeraldi watched as the others argued over the semantics of a dream, one that he felt was linked to his somehow. He laughed slightly to himself as he thought of the idea, dreams linked to another. He decided to keep out of the situation though, he would be needed but not now at least.

OOC: Pass

OOC: Sorry for the wait...

IC:
Gornath saw that Shyara was gaining on him, so he used hsi agility and experience to his advantage. He began to dive in and out, as well as distancve himself by flying lower and closer to the trees, where it was more dangerous. He knew exactly where he was going, he was gogin North, to the lands where he and Anthor had stayed innediately after the uprising of Galbatorix and the death of Bascth at Doru Areaba.

Three days later, Gornath landed on the vast plain that was the icy plain. He was alone, and all was quiet, all except the howling wing and the heabvy breathing of the white dragon. He began to walk toward the cave both he and Anthor had spent so many nights while hiding from the forsworn. He walked into the cave and fell into a deep slumber, his dreams covered in visions of ice, storms, and monsters.

OOC: Also, this won't be perminant, but Gornath is going to be on his own for a while.

OOC: you may want to cut the time in half Veonth, cause that is six days you're gone, at least. In six days for the rest of us, we'll've already met Ramoth and found alot of stuff out, or at least I hope so anyways.

IC: When Gornath started trying really hard to avoid being caught, Shyara gave up. She turned to see Phal coming toward her, and Shyara went to meet her. He doesn't want to be caught, I think we leave him on his own for a bit, let him come back to us.

Ecvirces launched himself on the serpent's head, careful not to put to much weight on it so that Aeraldi couldn't lift it, and started clawing and slashing at it. As he did an idea flashed though his mind, If it is a water creature then it needs to stay wet, so I should burn it, that'd kill it quicker, I think. Ecivres opened his jaw and poured flames over the serpent's head until it stopped wriggling. Okay, I think it is dead.

Ecivres grabbed the opposite end of it from Aeraldi and helped him bring back to land. I'd say we make a pretty good team, Ecivres said through a smile.

Lexa burst into Ramoth's royal suite. You're Majesty, a few of the patrols spotted a stray dragon flying through our southern border, they say he was flying north.
Ramoth hurried to the barracks where the general awaited. Behr, have you been informed about the dragon?
Yes Ma'am.
Good, I want you to take your six best and track it down and bring it back here, and don't come back with out him. Also send Mium south, to make sure nothing else is coming this way.
It will take longer to prepare, a blizzard is on the horizon.
Take as long as you need, but leave by sunset.

OOC: K.

IC:
Gornath left the cave and flew over the mountains that were the main barrier between the icy plain and the true North. He flew high and fast through the air, then noticed that ther ewere other dragons. When they saw him, they began to chace him. He swiftly darted through the air in an attempt to get away. He landed late that afternoon, thoroughly exhausted. He fell into a deep slumber in the middle of an evergreen forest.

Shyara thanked Aeraldi and Ecivres for the meal they provided, then took a portion for herself. This is really good Aeraldi, you can cook my meal any time you'd like.

After the meal was finished, she said, I suggest we get going, we can't learn anything by hanging around here.

Shyara jumped to the air and flew out of the cove. North, Ramoth, Future, Past; these words ran through her mind several times as they moved. It wasn't long before they started seeing ice and snow and soon everything was white. The air was frigid, much colder than Shyara had ever experianced before, but after a while she adapted to it, quite easily in fact.

Ecivres was freezing, however, he'd never, ever felt as cold as he now did. He teeth chattered as he flew and he was constantly looking for cover to bed down in for the night. He whispered to Phal, Hey, can you see any place to bunker down, this wind is picking up and I'm freezing?

OOC: If Phal finds a place, just say that after some objections from Shyara, both her and Ecivres went to it, with, I'm assuming your characters.

Lexa approached Ramoth. That stray dragon has been caught, and he is being held outside right now, what do you want done?
Throw him in the dungeon for now, I just news of another massacre, they're getting closer to home.

Without speaking Shyara took a sharp right and flew to cave the Phal had indicated, it was large enough for them all, though it'd be a very tight fit. I'll sleep toward the front to block the snow and wind. Phal, I think it best if you go to the rear so we can get the most from your heat. When everyone was situated Shyara laid down, curving in toward the cave, and shut her eyes.

Ecivres made sure that he was right next to Phal, so he would stay warm through the night. Thanks, he whispered to her, Without you, my wings probably would've froze and fallen off. He had slight ice build up on the front and tips of his wings.

Shyara was starting to get cold now. The weather outside had taken a dreadful and was blowing extremely hard. And it brought with it snow and ice, which continuously beat against Shyara's back. She looked at the other three and scooted closer to Phal, when she was sure that everyone was asleep.

Shyara was almost asleep again when she thought she heard crunching sounds outside, but the wind was so hard that she could barely hear anything, so she just ignored it.

Get up!

Shyara opened her one eye and looked at the others, they still looked asleep. I'm hearing things, she said to herself and closed her eye again.

I said, 'GET UP!!' The voice was demanding now, yet still somewhat quiet.

Knock it off, she said again to herself, no one is here besides us.

The voice now yelled, Get the hell up, NOW!!!

Shyara felt something grab her around the neck and pull her around to face the outside. Shyara's eyes about doubled in size.

Ecivres heard someone yell and bolt up from his sleep. He looked at Phal and Aeraldi next to him that at Shyara. He gasped as well as he could. He used his tail and poked Phal several times till he was sure she was up.

Shyara looked into the eyes of a massive dragon, that was holding her up with one hand. Shyara knew pretty quickly that this dragon was not huge with age, because she could tell by her eyes that she wasn't much older than her or Phal, maybe ten to fifteen years. She was at least twice the size of her and looked many times more viscous.

OOC: Pass, since Gornath is in "prison" by his aunt!!

The female reacted slightly when Ramoth's name was mentioned, then she said, What business did you have with her?

Between gasps for breath Shyara said, It's a private matter.

Then I guess it is going to stay private, cause she's dead, the dragoness said acidly and dropped Shyara.

Shyara's heart sank instantly, she'd always figured that her mother was dead, but having it confirmed now nearly killed her.

Ecivres watched Shyara, then his eyes darted behind the massive dragon as several more dragons, equal in size and had the same ferocious look, came into sight out of the blazing wind. The seven of them seemed to be flying, but Ecivres didn't know how they would've been able in the ferocious weather.

Ecivres caught the look of power she shot at Aeraldi, but didn't hear her say anything to him. I think we're in trouble, he said in a voice of defeat.

The dragoness nodded in agreement. You'll have to come with us. We'll present you to our queen and then she'll decide what to do with you from there. Actually you'll end up staying a night in the dungeon first, with another dragon we caught.

You found Gornath?

Yes, I beleive that was his name. Anyway, it'll be best if I knew yours and you knew mine. I am Mium.

Ecivres looked over at Shyara and it was clear to him that she wasn't going to answer. He breathed a heavy sigh again and said, I am Ecivres, this is my mate Shyara. He figured the two would want to introduce themselves.

OOC: Can we hurry this up, I can't really post anything until someone else either comes to the duengons, or Gornath gets out, so indefinate pass until something that affects Gornath happens.

Shyara looked up at Aeraldi. Aeraldi, please, no fighting, not right now, she said in a very low voice, even for speaking through her mind. Before he could answer she spoke again, Do you really want to risk Phal's life over a place to sleep? Do you really want to risk only one parent going back home to your children?

It isn't a good idea, only us four against them, even with you and Phal, the odds still aren't great. Ecivres turned to Muim, Is there anyway that we could stay someplace else?

No! she said.

What if we agreed to constant watch? Maybe even have one of you stay with us?

Mium thought about it for a minute; she glanced at the one called Aeraldi and Phal. They were special, she could tell, and if things turned into a fight, she was sure her side would win but she knew not everyone would return home alive. She then looked down at the green and blue one, there was something even more special about her. Not fighting or special ability wise, just something in the way she looked. I might be able to pull a few ropes, if you all behave and don't make a ruckus.

Gornath gets to stay with us too, Ecivres said.

Fine, but only if I can get it approved, he's been problem-some.

Will that work? he asked Phal and Aeraldi.

OOC: *stared pointedly at Kit* still waiting.... lol. But seriously, tired of passing...

About a days hard flight from here, but this storm is the worst we've seen in years, so it'll take longer. It depends mainly on how well you fly in these conditions, Mium said as a huge gust of wind, snow, and ice nearly knocked her off balance. It is going to be freezing cold, and I can tell you aren't use to this severity, so keep your eyes open, if you get lost, you'll probably die.

Ecivres groaned at the idea of flying, or even walking outside. Phal, how long can you keep your radiation up? he asked, hoping that she'd be able to do it throughout the whole journey. He stepped outside and was blown over, his smaller frame couldn't stand up to the wind.

Shyara laughed at Ecivres, partly because it was funny and partly because she felt sorry for him. Here, hold my tail. She flicked it over to him. Her bigger build kept her steady enough, but the gust blew her over as well.

Mium smiled at these strange dragons, they were so pathetic looking. Let's be on our way, we don't want to wait for this to get worse, cause trust me, it will.

Shyara flew on the side of the big dragon, so Muim was taking the brunt of the wind, while Ecivres did his best to hold onto her tail and fly at the same speed.

I feel like an idiot.

OOC: Time skip, okay we are all at the same time now

IC: The weather hadn't let up one bit in the three days it took to get back to where Mium was leading them. It took that long partially because the storm made them go in a circle, twice!

Shyara was amazed at the city, which was nestled in a large valley in a tall mountain range, which kept most of the storm out. They landed in front of a very large stone building, much like the Fortress in the Hadarac, except possible bigger, since it seemed to extend right into the mountain side. Mium sent for dragon, and a short time later a young dragoness appeared. Mium addressed her as Alexandra, and apparently she was in charge, which seemed odd to Shyara, since she was still rather young for a dragon, but then they did things differently in this part of the world.

Alexandra allowed them to stay in the guest building, but under constant watch; she also agreed, after some arguing, the Gornath would be allowed to stay with them. Mium led to the building, which was certainly large enough for them all, and left them there with other dragons since her company hadn't eaten or seen their families in days. Food and water was already present when they arrived.

Shyara wasn't all surprised to have Gornath 'thrown' into the room instead of brought. We've been getting here, she teased; she had indeed missed white dragon, and glad to have him back.

You shouldn't've caused so much trouble and you would be so hurt. And hey, you owe me. I was the one that was able to get you out of there, at a price. He motioned to the guards that were station outside every window. Try some of this meat, it has got to be better than the stuff they gave you down there.

A short time later Mium showed up and announced that the queen had specifically requested an audience with them, and that they be presented to her the next morning.

Ramoth had had much to deal with the closest city to her own was ripped apart, this time, with bodies and blood strewn everywhere. Ramoth had gone to see it herself, though the storm was still raging. It had made her sick and she hadn't eaten in two days. When Mium reported that she had caught four more dragons and they were looking for her, she became curious. She had told Lexa to grant them what they, as long as it was within reason, and she had.

Mium had also reported that one had looked like her slightly as did another one. They both were different, in fact they all were and none were from this area at all. So Ramoth wanted to meet them in person.

Shyara curled up next to Ecivres, glad she was inside and not out in the weather that had managed to leak more and more into the protective valley, and went to sleep.

The next morning she was awakened by a banging at door; it was Mium. I didn't think it'd be this early.

Well it is, now come on, the queen waits for no one.

I think she'll wait for us, since she asked to see us personally, Ecivres said as he yawned himself awake. Give us a few moments and we'll be out.

Okay, Lexa, you're going to pretend to be me, shey shouldn't find it to odd that you are the actual queen, just apologize for the deception and tell them that it is hard to be to cautious. Find out their names, where they're from, and who's in their linage, got that?

Yeah, I think so. Why is it so important not to reveal yourselves to these dragons anyway?

Well, I think they might know me, or know of me anyways, and I severed my ties with my homeland, so these few most likely aren't from there and are on some sort of hunting spree or something, just because they asked for me. Now, I'll pretend to be in your place, but if you address me, call me Kyra, and who are?

I am Alexandria the fifth, my family has been ruling these lands for the last thirty-two generations, she repeated what she had been taught.

Good girl, now remember, some dragons can read minds, so just make sure you never identify me as the real queen and to never make eye contact with me if they ask a difficult question. Lexa nodded and took her place in the throne.

Ramoth looked at the white dragon that addressed her and was careful to maintain her composure, to a point. What right do you have to be accusing people, you have no power here, the queen does.

Gornath, do you want to be thrown back in the dungeon, let her be, we're hear to speak to the queen, not her servants. Shyara pushed past him then approached the raise platform. She was surprised to see the young dragoness, Alexandra sitting up there. We're here to speak to the queen like she requested, is she here?

Actually, you're speaking to her.

You're the queen? I thought you were just a speaker for her.

I sort of am, Alexa joked, trying to lesson the tension, but immediately stopped laughing when she caught a look from Ramoth. Sorry for that though, a necessary precaution in these troubling times. If you so please, I'd like to know your names, where you're from, and who's in your linage.

OOC: Lol.

IC:
Gornath looked at the large golden dragon, white fire curling out of his nostrils and mouth as he spoke and said, What right... WHAT RIGHT! I HAVE EVERY RIGHT TO KNOW WHO IT WAS THAT UNRIGHTFULLY INPRISONED ME FOR NO REASON! I DON;T CARE WHO YOU ARE OR WHERE WE ARE, NO ONE GAVE YOU THAT AUTHORITY OR RIGHT, I AM A FREE DRAGON AND HAVE EVERY RIGHT TO GO WHERE I PLEAST HOW I PLEASE! roared the white dragon angrily as he clawed one of the dragons that rushed at him when he yelled. He backed into a corner and said, The next dragon who tries to lay a hand on me will be killed, wether friend or foe! Gornath was beyond angry, he was outright furious, almost as angry as Anthor gets, in other words, he was mad...

OOC: Lol, OOOO Ramoth got told!!! lol. jk, Kit, jk.

Ramoth pretended to cower before the white dragon, though it went against her entire being. She wanted so bad to rip him apart.

If Shyara had been human she would covered her face in her hands. Why is he acting like an idiot, does he want to end up dead?

Alexa spoke, Please, if you cannot control your friend, we will do it for you. The reason you slept where you slept was because you agreed that you'd behave yourselves, and he is not. If we have to do something, I cannot guarantee that he'll be returned in one piece.

Aeraldi, Ecivres said, do you want to help me deal with this problem, and let the girls find out what they want to know? Ecivres wasn't going to be nice to Gornath, all he'd caused so far was trouble.

OOC: How did Gornath cause the problem? I mena, he was captured for
no apparent reason and thrown into a prison cell, wouldn't you be angry? Lol.

Besides everyone knows Gornath can take Ecrivrs, just joking, lol, don't get mad, lol.

Phal grimaced when Gornath's temper flared once more. He obviously wasn't willing to go to her lengths for information. Phal's curiosity was boundless, and she was willing to behave like a princess if she had to. She stepped a few paces forward when Aeraldi finished speaking. Yes, I am Phalynx, mate of Aeraldi, daughter of Navarre and Fowlein, and half-sister to the king of Alagaesian dragons. I am pleased to meet you, she said politely, stepping back to keep one eye on Gornath behind.

OOC: Oh, just dropped the bombshell for Ramoth! Mwahaha!

Shyara had had enough, she whirled on him ferociously, fire exploding through her nose. Her eyes burned with anger as she stalked back toward him; her body rippled with the rage. She ignored his attempts to attack her, and gripped him around the throat with her talons and growled, I came here to find out about my mother! I allowed you to come along. ! You are really pissing me off! If it wasn't for the fact that Kit likes Anthor, I'd rip you apart right now!

She imagined herself leaving him on the highest mountain peak in the area, and suddenly she was there, with Gornath still in her clutches. I don't want to be here, I just want to leave him, I want to be back inside, and she was again, but no Gornath this time. She'd left him alone on the highest peak, five miles away, to fight a terrible storm to get back.

Ecivres stood, mouth agape, looking at the spot Shyara and Gornath had disappeared from. He glared over at the queen, but she looked even more shocked. His glance hit a few others until there was suddenly and blast of cold air, and Shyara was back to where she was before, but Gornath wasn't. Where's he at?

Gone! Shyara walked back in front of the queen and said, Sorry, about him. My name is Shyara, I am daughter of Xemit and Ramoth. The whole room around them gasped suddenly, even the queen. Shyara thought for a second, That ain't right, the queen wouldn't've done that, she'd have control over herself. Shyara's rage inflamed again, because Gornath was right and because they hadn't been allow to talk to the real queen. Gornath was right!

Shyara launched herself at Lexa and slammed her down on her back where she'd be unable to defend herself.

Ecivres moved quickly into a defensive position around Shyara and Alexandria. Shyara was the most important thing to him, even though she just made a bad mistake with Gornath.

Shyara pressed down harder and dug her claws until Alexandria's neck was bleeding. Now tell me who the real queen is and about my mother!

Lexa's eyes shifted to Ramoth for 'queen' and 'mother'.

Shyara caught her eyes shift to the same dragon at both phrases. She looked over at the large gold dragon that Gornath had been yelling at, and she wondered.

Suddenly are deafening roar ripped through the room, and Shyara's blood ran cold. It sounded through the storm and building, to strong for a normal dragon, or any dragon for that matter. The entire mountain side shook violently as if an earthquake had struck. After several seconds the roar stopped, but the building didn't stop shaking. A young dragon ran to the back window, and his eyes filled with horror, Ava- The back wall crashed in, the snow didn't offer any escape as it ripped apart the room and sent everything and everyone down hill.

Aeraldi breathed a sigh as Phalynx burst through the walls, and through his magic. At least she was safe. The dragons around him noticed him for being the one that had saved them and thanked him for it. He let go of the magic and breathed heavily, he still hated how difficult magic was to use in this age.
The damage to the surrounding area was immense, snow covering everything. Aeraldi pushed out with his mind to find anyone still covered by snow, any dragon that could use his help. The cries of Phalynx drew his attention, not to mention the fire that she loosened on the snow. That was when he saw Shyara. The missing wing making him sick to the stomach. No... He thought in horror. A memory rose within him again,

Aeraldi loved the sun, the warming rays were always best after a cold night. He had been living with a bear who had shared it's cave with him, Aeraldi bringing enough food to share with the bear. Aeraldi was about to fly off again when he noticed that the bear wasn't around this morning. He walked out of the cave, feeling around for the bear's mind. When he did find it, he noticed that it was in pain. Aeraldi immediately jumped off after him, flying as fast as he could.
Just leave him, the cave will be ours now.
How can you be so cold? You're a monster.
Aeraldi always loved being called that.
When he arrived, he saw the bear struggling with an Urgal, the Urgal winning. Aeraldi jumped onto the Urgal and twisted off it's neck, letting it fall dead to the ground. The bear had sustained many wounds though, it wasn't going to survive.
Twice the meal, only needing to kill once.
Aeraldi ignored him. There was something he could do for the bear, there had to be, but Aeraldi didn't know it. He lay his head on top of the bear, the bear giving it's last breaths. He felt power surge through him, and immediately he knew what he could do. He touched his nose to the Bear, letting the power run through him. The bear was healed and would survive, and Aeraldi knew that this was an instinctual memory. At least someone in his past was kind enough to heal.

Aeraldi was about to jump to healing Shyara when he felt a slowing weakening pulse beneath him, a dragon that was about to die soon. He wanted badly to heal Shyara, but the dragon below him needed it more. He breathed in and let loose his flame, melting the ice below him to reach the dragon. When he reached the Dragon, it wasn't breathing. Aeraldi let the power flow through him, touching the dragon with his nose, letting his strength become it's. He hoped he wasn't too late.
When the dragon breathed again, Aeraldi breathed a sigh of relief. He had saved at least one today. He prayed that Shyara would be all right too.

Shyara was barely conscious. Her eyes rolled around in her head and she felt pain all over her body, except for her right wing, but the joint that connected it to her felt the worse. She didn't even have the strength to acknowledge the pain outside her mind. She opened her eyes enough see Phal above her, but couldn't speak, the pulsing pain was disrupting her thoughts.

Ecivres couldn't stop shaking, his entire body quivered and her felt sick. He finally managed to pull his gaze away from the empty mountain and toward Phalynx. She was talking to Shyara in a very worried and distressed voice. Ecivres dug himself out and flew over, then immediately threw up when he saw. He wanted to be next to Shyara, to encourage her, but he couldn't bear this carnage, not on her. He focused his eyes on the golden dragon and launched himself at her, ready to kill and exact revenge.

Mium looked the dragon Gornath that had pulled her free. He was right, this was bad, very bad. She flew above the peaks and sounded a special call that would bring everyone else to capitol, though it would take a few days to reach everyone. She than dropped back to the ground and started digging. She pulled Lexa free from the snow, the girl was hurt, but not as bad as others. Lexa, listen to me, go to the Healer Hall and bring back all you can, and then go get Ion, he being living up north.

Gornath continued to tear at the cocks until he came to a dead end. He crawled out, and after saving about three other dragons and sending them to hunt for others came to the group that had Shyara, Ecrives, the golden dragoness, Phalynx, and Aeraldi. He walked in and said, Oh! It is good to see that you are all - .... WHAT HAPPENED!!!! roared the white dragon when he saw the staye Shyara was in. He said, Phalynx, take my energy, i have plenty to spare, thanks to Shyara, .... she just saved my life ...

OOC: Umm, Kit, I am going to bring Herensuge into this one, hes not really a charry, but he is part of the family, so I can edit this out if you realyl need me to.

IC:
Herensuge flew through the cold air. It was tough, but the old dragon was used to tough. Ever since he left his family's home, he had been battling. He had managed to find a good home to the south-west of the main castle, and had settled there. He was the second oldest, by three years. He had been forced to battle giants, ogres, and many other mountain-living beasts, however he had come out the winner, he was returning home, to the place of hsi birth after hearing that his half-siser, Ramoth had been having trouble with some sort of wraith-like being. He called it a wraith, because of the fact that as of yet he had not heard that anything had seen it. He landed on a tall mountain, some miles from the castle, when he heard a monsterous roar, and a horrible rumbling sound. Immediately after, he saw a small silver dragoness, and a noble looking white dragon begin to fly, so he followed. He landed in the midst of the rubble and said to Mium, whom he had known for some time, Mium, what happened, is everyone ok?! Where is Ramoth?!!!!

OOC: She'd be his sister-in-law or how ever that was set up

IC: Shyara closed her eyes again. She was just able to mumble, Don't worry about me, I'll be fine. I just ache.

There was an avalanche. She's over there, and... Muim shot over and intercept the small rusty gold dragon, sending him sprawling across the snow. She didn't waste a second was on him before he could turn over. She places her front claws on his wings where it'd hurt the worst, and place her back ones on each hip, preventing him from successfully kicking her.

Ecivres yelped in surprise when the large blue dragon had sent skipping through the snow on his back. He went to get up quickly, but the blue dragoness was on him faster than he could think about reacting. He tried kicking free but they way she pinned him only allowed him to kick sideways, awkwardly.

Ramoth tensed, ready to defend herself but didn't arrive. She casually walked over to the pinned dragon. I am Ramoth, I am the real queen. I am also, as it would appear, your mates mother. I'm sorry for what has happened to her, but I didn't want this. There is something monumental that has been attacking us, so I couldn't leave myself open for an attack. If my sister can't heal her, than I can or perhaps one of my healers could.

Oh right, like that gargantuan dragon thing I saw just a few minutes ago could be real, he said sarcastically.

Lexa flew hard and fast, but it would still take her at least half a day to reach the Hall.

Phal finished her tedious reconnection of bone, but knew the most tense and lengthy healing had yet to come. Reattaching all of the nerves, blood vessels, and tendons would take an hour at the very least, and she would need every ounce of energy she could get. Phal took a few more deep breaths, and began to locate and match the ends of each severed tendon, deciding to reattach the musculature of the wing first. It was rather gruesome, with all the blood and open gore to work with, but Phal forced herself to remain calm. She had to convince herself that this was just another task that needed her to complete.

After an achingly long time, the muscles of the wing were completely assembled together. Phal was working from the inside out, and was fairly pleased by her progress. However, though she didn't notice yet, her own body was being exhausted. Her limbs were already shaking with effort, and she had only gotten halfway through.

OOC: Heheh. My charry's like a surgeon. Awesome. lol

Aeraldi watched as Phalynx worked the strange weaves of magic, controlling them in ways that Aeraldi could only dream of. He made a note to ask her for some tutelage for the use of magic.
He watched as she stitched the wound together carefully, part by part. Aeraldi wanted to help Phalynx with the healing, but knew better than to interfere in her work so he did the only thing he could at a time like this, continue to give her all the energy she required.

OOC: In other words... Pass.

Gornath watched helplessly as his friend was in such great pain. He heard the rustling of scales, then a monsterous roar, then, like some primeval beast, a monster of a dragon walked into the "room".

Herensuge roared then the orange(?) dragon leapt at Ramoth. He walked to his sister-in-law and said, Is everyone ok? Should I bring some of my fighters up here to help?

OOC: Pass, sorry.....

OOC: Kit, would it be too much to keep Herensuge in this one, I am probably goign to make him as a charry, so, ... and I don't think it will affect anything much.

IC:
Gornath stared open-mouthed at the large silver dragon. At first eh was unable to believe it, but now he was sure, here stood his sire. He looked awkwardly at his father and came closer. He looked at the larger, and badly scarred dragon and said, Father?

Herensuge broke off the conversation and looked at the smaller, but still large white dragon who said, "Father." he looked at the dragon and said, I don't kno what you are talking about, I don't have any children, my mate died before we had any hatchlings. said the large silver dragon.

Your mate was Glaudusa, and she did not die, she went to Alagaesia, and then ... dissappeared, leaving me. I am Gornath, your son, don't you recognize me?

Herensuge stared in disbelief, very few pwople knew abotu his mate, and even less about her name. He looked at the dragon, then saw the resemblance. He said, Ok, I will believe you, but if you are lying, I will kill you. Then he looked at Ramoth and said, My lands are well defended, especially since we have recently crushed the mutual uprising of the ogres and gants, I will stand and fight with you, family protects one another.

OOC: I'd prefer not

IC: I appreciate the offer Herensuge, but your men will be exhausted, especially after crushing an uprising of that kind. You, also have no one set to take your place as ruler, if this is your son as he seems to be, then he doesn't look the type to rule. He seems to be more of the do it himself, and no one is better than him. You and I both know that a ruler cannot think or act like this. I would not give it to my daughter, it is already know that in my absence, Alexi will rule.

I'm afraid all I know is a few ancient legends, but I know there are several more that are parts of the story, but not as central themed. I'll tell you what I know has been going on now, but I think we should wait for our Elder to get here, he knows those stories best and can help you understand better.

For the past couple of months there have been rumors that the Ice Demon has returned, he is what the legends are about. At first there few and far between but the last month we had an overwhelming number of sightings, then our northern most village was destroyed, the bodies gone. Don't try and tell me they might be alive, I saw the blood myself. The entire place was covered in ice, snow, and blood. Everything was destroyed, and the stone was so cold you could drop it from ten feet and it would shattered as glass. A sort time later another village gone, but the bodies found this time, well at least I believe all the parts where found for everyone. It has gotten closer and closer.

If it is the Ice Demon from the legends then we may be as good as dead. he's said to be solid ice, and is able to regenerate using water, even from the air, and turning it to ice and pulling it toward him. He can do that because he has control over the ice, snow, etc. According to legend, he's the biggest thing on planet, created to be indestructible, only conquerable by the gods. If this it true, we might surely die.

OOC: Why can't he stay in? If he does, you need to submit him for the RPGC.

IC: Phal smiled and nuzzled her mate when she had taken a drink, leaning on him for a while. She closed her eyes, shutting out everything but her friends' words. She needed to hear this; needed to know what was going on. She listened, but her mind was so exhausted and pulsing with her headache, she could only register the true implications of what they were saying dimly. Finally she strode unevenly up and stood in front of Ramoth. Okay, Aeraldi, listen to what they're saying and then give me the memory when I wake up. I will tell you what I think of this situation then. Please excuse me, she announced in a rather slurred voice, and then wandered over to the part of the hall that had not collapsed. She sank down into a comfortable ball with one paw over her aching head, and fell asleep.