OOC: Okay, I am so joining this! (I'm allowed, right??) A Ra'zac and a body snatching spirit-thingy, this should be fun.

IC: Arthur sighed. It was dark out, but he just couldn't get himself to go to sleep. And so he continued his journey, until he could find a nice spot to lie down for the night. He was in the body of a young man, no older than 24. His hair was a dark brown, almost black, and his eyes were of the same color as well. He was dressed in a pair of black pants and a dark green shirt. There was a sword belted at his waist, along with a small flask of ale. The body had been simple enough to acquire, and it almost seemed the owner of the body no-longer wanted to put up a fight for it.

He slipped and fell, cursing the whole way down. Reminding himself not to let his mind wander like that again, he got up. He grumbled as he brushed leafs and dirt from his clothes. He didn't need to be stealthy, but he didn't exactly want everyone to know he was there. He continued on his way, looking for a nice space to stay for the night, keeping in mind to pay attention to where he was going.

OOC: Thanks

IC: Arthur jumped as a voice addressed him. He turned his head and looked at who was talking to him. In a nanosecond his hand flew to his sword and flung it out of it's sheath. He was very wary of ra'zac. He had heard stories of them when he was a small boy, so long ago, but he never knew they really existed. The stories always specifically mentioned them being wiped out by the Riders. "I mean you no harm, Radenya, and hopefully vice versa... My name is Arthur."

He did not relax. He was unsure of this ra'zac. All of the stories mentioned they were hunch-backed, but this one stood straight and tall, almost as if she were a human. "Listen," He said in an apologetic tone, "I'm not really one to judge until I know a person, but I've heard stories of ra'zac, and I know there's a whole predator-prey thing there. I just need you to confirm you're not going to eat me. You seem a lot different from the one's in the tales."

Arthur was mildly surprised when Radenya said she was raised by humans, but not too much. He wasn't exactly sure what to be surprised at, and what not to be. He was lost in thought for a few moments before he realize he had been asked a question. "To be honest," He said, "I've just been wandering around. I haven't had all that much adventure lately, so I'd imagine something interesting is bound to happen now. A ra'zac and a....." His voice faded away when he realized he was about to reveal that he was not simply human. He sat down silently, already coming up with replies to any questions Radenya could shoot at him about his previous sentence.

Arthur gave up. He realized lying was not the wisest way to handle the situation. He sighed, and for an awkward few moments, said nothing. When he finally found the right words to say, he said "I'm not going to lie to you. This is not my real body. I have no physical body anymore. I can take over the bodies of others, though. I like to call it 'body snatching'." He couldn't believe he just said that all to Radenya. He felt relieved to tell someone the cold hard truth for the first time, yet stressed at the same time. What would she think about it? Would she run away? Would she tell someone? If such knowledge ended up in the wrong hands, he could be mixed up in a lot of trouble.

Radenya stared at Arthur with surprise. A body snatcher? She hadn't heard of one but just by the sound of it seemed like evil. She shook her head. What was she to talk about evil when she was a ra'zac? Most of her race was evil. She shook her head at her own foolishness, "A body snatcher? So you can steal people's bodies?" she asked with surprise, wondering how he could do it. She glanced up, it was getting late she wondered just what was around here. Glancing at him she said, "How did you come across this? Or were you born as one?"

Arthur sighed. He could tell by Radenya's tone that she thought he was bad or something of the sort. "I 'borrow' someone's body. I eventually leave and they regain control," He said, "Like now, this isn't my body. This young man is probably terrified. He can see everything I do, but he has no control. One may try to re-claim the body from me, but they would have to be a magic-user of some sort." He sighed as he started to collect his thoughts to explain his past. "I was part of a group in my village that was both feared and hated. We practiced this strange meditation that, with enough practice, separated your physical and non-physical body. One day, the villagers caught us by surprise. My friends managed to get back to their bodies in time, but it was too late for me. They killed me before I could return." He paused for a moment before saying "And that... is how I developed the powers I have today."

Arthur laughed for a moment, and then realized Radenya had no idea how old he really was. "I don't really imagine I could do that... Since it is probably decomposed by now. It's been over 300 years since they cut off it's head, mind you." He thought to himself for a moments, remembering how long ago the event was, and how it still scarred him. He was snapped back to the present when Radenya asked another question. "Actually," He said, "As far as I know, the Empire has no idea I even exist. I don't plan on keeping it that way, to be honest with you though. When I was a kid, Riders were one of the most common things around. They were everywhere. Now you are hard pressed to find one, let alone a Dragon. Anyone that can do something like that deserves to be killed in the most painful way possible."

Arthur's mouth dropped open. "I thought the only Dragons left living were all with Galbatorix!" He almost exclaimed, but then remembered that anyone could be watching, so instead he said it in a low monotone. He stared into the orange of the egg, fascinated at the color, and the fact that the dragon inside was one of the few hopes that the war could indeed be won by the Varden. Hope indeed did invade his thoughts. He couldn't seem to take his eyes off of the egg, as if to verify it was really there. "May I?" He asked, implying that he wanted to touch the egg.

Arthur gently grabbed the egg out of Radenya's hands. He swept his hand across the smooth surface of it. He stared into the egg for a moment longer before finally handing it back to Radenya. He spaced out for a moment, trying to find his train of thought. Once he did, he asked, "How did you figure out where it came from?" He knew that his question could be taken as prying into her business, but he was too curious to really care.

Arthur nodded, interested. He tried not to look very surprised when Radenya said she had lived in a village at some point in her life. With this ra'zac, it seemed that it was hard not to be surprised. She was nothing like any ra'zac he'd ever even heard of. She was almost like a human in a ra'zac's body. Of course, he wouldn't vocalize any of this, but he noticed it more and more with every passing moment. "Anyhow..." He said, suddenly realizing something, "Have you ever considered that maybe you could be the best person for this Dragon? The spell that binds Riders and Dragons may not include Ra'zac, but you might as well be a human, because you walk, talk, and carry yourself like one." He paled after he said it, realizing that he had said just what he promised himself he wouldn't.

Arthur considered what she had said for a moment. It was doubtful either side would accept a Ra'zac Rider. They would expect treachery, they would expect people to suddenly come up missing, they would feel generally uncomfortable with all of their hopes resting upon a being that (in any other case) would eat humans. Of course, a Rider that rested on neither side would be somewhat intimidating. It would take quite a strategy to get to them without harming them at all. "They would have to," Arthur said, "If they didn't, they would figure you'd run straight to Galbatorix and the war would be over very quickly. If this egg hatches for you, you hold all the cards, so to speak."

OOC: Alright, we're joining this too. . . If it's still allowed that is. . . Just so you know, this is transpiring while Arthur and Radenya are talking, but it end's in the present. If that helps.

IC: Deviandar, or as he liked to call himself, Brisineo, peered over the edge of a cliff to gain a better look at his two newest travelers. Possibly to learn something new from them, as he usually does whenever someone passed by. Setting himself in position, he muttered the small spell that would allow them to hear what they said, and magnified his vision. From this distance, he knew that the travelers couldn't see or smell him, if their noses were sensitive, but likewise, he didn't really have a close up view of them as well.

The world around him reeled back as the image of the two came closer and closer, until it appeared as if he was standing right there. As well, his hearing amplified enough to where he could hear their conversation.

"Are you not pure human?" The cloaked one said to the taller human standing by her. If it was a her. . . It was hard to tell.

The man said nothing for a few moments, then continued. "I'm not going to lie to you. This is not my real body. I have no physical body anymore. I can take over the bodies of others, though. I like to call it 'body snatching'."

Brisineo narrowed his eyes as he was intrigued by that statement. Body snatching? He thought to himself, as he listened in into the conversation, he closed his eyes as a rush of sympathy flowed through his mind. You are cursed, just like me.

Though then, the man finished his statement, which brought Brisineo's full attention back. "As far as I know, the Empire has no idea I even exist. I don't plan on keeping it that way, to be honest with you though. When I was a kid, Riders were one of the most common things around. They were everywhere. Now you are hard pressed to find one, let alone a Dragon. Anyone that can do something like that deserves to be killed in the most painful way possible."

He brooded on that statement for a minute, unaware of what the travelers were doing. Empire? No Riders? Strange. . . They have one staring right at-

Am I missing anything? A familiar voice sounded in his head as a rush of hot breath enveloped him. He instantly recognized the source of the voice, and sighed. Vedrian, I've told you a hundred times, to not sneak up on me like that. Just because I made you invisible when I'm away, doesn't mean that you can take advantage of it!

You don't have to make a fus about it. Vedrian sighed. Besides, I was just wondering on what you were doing this late at night.

Brisineo only sighed and smiled slightly. He knew that once Vedrian was interested in something, he was nearly impossible to get him uninvolved. Alright. . . If you should know, we have visitors. One female who is cloaked head to toe, and a man who says he steals the bodies of others. . . But, there is another thing. . . The man said that there is some sort of "Empire" and that Riders are remarkably rare to find, Dragons even rarer. . .

Vedrian seemed only confused. Strange indeed.

Just then, a smell entered his partner's nostrils, and conveyed the situation to Brisineo. Almost at the same time, he noticed the female suddenly stand up and prepare herself for battle. "Urgals come!"

Looking to the north, Brisineo could just see with his vision, about 20 Urgals coming at full speed. He heard of their ferocity from their previous travelers, but never had seen them himself. Though, he knew that they were easily outnumbered, and they wouldn't even stand a chance.

Making a painful decision he had never made before, he bolted from his observation point, canceling the spells upon him, and drew his swords. He had never shown himself, nor did he want to, but he also didn't see anyone's life in peril until now. He also noticed Vedrian take flight right behind him. Well you finally decided to greet our new friends? He asked with a laugh. Well could you at least tell me so before going? I want to see them closer up just as much as you!

Bris laughed for a moment, but his smile disappeared as he grew closer to what was to be a battlefield. Vedrian, scout out the Urgals, we need as much help as we can get here.

Soon, he reached a large drop that was only a few feet away from the camp, and jumped to stand between the two, and the coming Urgals that were very close now. "Don't worry, I'm here to help." He said tot he pair as he readied himself for battle.

OOC: Hi, Brisineo

IC: At first, Radenya's words held no meaning in Arthur's mind. After a moment, they registered in his mine. He jumped to his feet as fast as he possibly could. He quickly drew his sword and assumed the fighting position. He was just about to rush at the urgals, spewing spells at them like it was nobody's business, when something... no, someONE, entered his path. He eyed the stranger, not sure whether to believe them. He could be working with the urgals, but then again, what human travels alone with urgals? He sighed and said under his breath, "I guess beggars can't be choosers..."

OOC: Thanks! I thought that a trio of outcasts would be better than two.

IC: The Urgals came like a wave upon the trio standing there. The female warrior drew her sword and the man his own weapon, and joined him in battle. Though, Brisineo didn't even flinch. As was his strategy. Soon enough though, he found himself surrounded by a ring of ten Urgals, all snarling at him with malice. He slyly smiled when he noticed their lack of precision, and the Urgal in front of him swung his great axe towards his head. Using the unorthodox, but useful methods of swordplay he had taught himself, he swung to the side with ease, and within a second, the Urgal collapsed, his head rolling away.

Stunned, many of the Urgals didn't flinch as the battle raged outside the circle. But then, another Urgal swung at him. Brisineo spun twice, slashing both the Urgal's legs out from under him and soon stabbing his sword upwards through the beast's chest. Two charged at him from there, and they met a similar fate. Soon, within seconds, the rest charged, and before anyone could blink, the Urgals lay dead at his feet. Turning around, he could see the battle already beginning to die down as well. Though, Vedrian sounded in his mind. More Urgals on the way! Around thirty more.

Brisineo shook his head. That won't work at all. . . Even with me in the lead, we cannot hope to fight them all. . .
Then what would you suggest? Vedrian asked impatiently
Bris thought for a second, but then an idea formed in his head. I got it! Vedrian land on that ridge. . .
He then ran towards the force, hoping to save the lives of the travelers. He could tell that they could hold their own for now. . .

OOC: Is it ok if I join?

OOC: Yeah, I think that it's okay that you can. But I don't think we'd want more than four in this RP if it's okay with you guys.

IC: Vedrian swooped low over his rider. Who was running straight at the band of Urgals heading for them. Whatever you're doing Bris, it's insanely reckless. . . I like it! Vedrian laughed as his partner mentally contacted him. Get ready. Land on that ridge there. . . Where those two trees jut out of that cliff. He showed him a picture of the cliff, and Vedrian landed. May I ask what to do when the Urgals rip you to shreds? Vedrian asked him. Brisineo responded with a smile. We're going to make ourselves seem more powerful than we are. Nothing like a controlled blast of fire could scare someone more. Vedrian made a smug grin as he immediately understood what he was to do now, and prepared himself.
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Brisineo saw the grass of the ridge suddenly flatten as his invisible Dragon landed. Everything was setting in place. Soon, he heard the Urgals coming fast and he slowed to a halt. He then lit a small chartreuse fire above his hand and waited. The sound of the running beasts came closer and closer, until they were visible, though about thirty yards away. They stopped when they saw the sudden source of light, and eyed him suspiciously.
"Turn back." Brisineo announced, his smile disappearing, "And I will not kill you."
Hoarse laughter immediately filled the Urgal's strong ranks, and instead, they raised their weapons. A few strung their bows and aimed it at the lone figure in the firelight.
Bris narrowed his eyes, and muttered. "So be it. . ." NOW!
He extended his hand and controlled the fire towards the group with a whisper, and at the same time, it was immensely strengthened by a large stream of fire from Vedrian's mouth. The Chartreuse fire fell upon the Urgal's ranks, as they yelled in pain and horror from the sudden attack. . . And then, the noise stopped, and the fire turned from green to gold. Brisineo grimaced for a moment at the large amount of death he created. Even in this form, I am a deadly killer. . . Turning, Brisineo ran back, hoping that the others were okay. Vedrian soon following, but keeping his distance.

OOC: Sorry for taking so long to post, you guys! I've been busy lately, but I promise I will always reply!

IC: Arthur bellowed and met the first few Urgals within a few seconds. He slashed his sword at one's face, causing the top of the beast's head to fall off. He deflected a rather low swing to the knees from another. He smirked as he realized that the Urgals were far from trained swordsmen. In a blur of movement, Arthur swept one from it's feet, while cutting off the arm of another.

Arthur stepped back as their strange new ally stepped forth, fire coming from his hand. Arthur laughed in his head, Yea, He thought, I can do that too. His eyes then widened as a ring of fire engulfed the Urgals. His laughing grin faded. He looked to Radenya, wondering if she just saw what he just saw.

Natsu watched the trio quickly handle the Urgals. He was going to help, but once he saw how quickly they were handling it, he decided to sit back and watch, waiting Erza to return from hunting. He had enhanced his vision with magic, and remained crouched behind a bush.

He felt surprise course through him as he saw one of the three warrior's faces, and it was that of a Ra'zac. Strange, I thought that Ra'zac normally serve the Empire. It appears all three of these travelers are more than they appear.

As Brisineo ran back to the camp, (As he had ran quite a ways away) he noticed something in the bushes. it had a humanoid shape, and lying under a bush. It was hard to see, but he could tell it was there.

Want to go greet him? Vedrian muttered with an eager smile.

Bris only shook his head when he read Vedrian's intentions. Ignore it.

Aw. . . can I just play with him just a bit?

No, Ved. He doesn't seem to be dangerous, and if he desires to show himself, he will. And if he is against us. . . Well, we'll be long gone before he gets any help.

Fine. Vedrian sighed as he flapped towards a perch on the mountainside where he could safely see whatever Bris was doing without being too far to help.

Running back into the camp, he noticed the battle was still continuing, and deciding that this would be a good opportunity to learn from his new acquaintances, plus wanting to keep his distance, he sat on the brink of the firelight, studying the fighting styles of both his opponents as they finished off the Urgals. . .

Arthur snapped back to his own general area quickly, as another Urgal suddenly swung at him with it's large axe. He ducked, and plunged his sword deep into the stomach of the Urgal. It howled in pain and fell over backwards, off of Arthur's sword. As another Urgal charged towards Arthur, he used magic to stealthily kill it with a small pebble through the brain. He felt wind rush by his hand, and realized that someone just tried to cut it off. He laughed audibly "If you can't even hit your mark with a sword, I think you need to find someone else to fight."

He twisted around and met swords with the creature. He grinned eagerly, the Urgal growled with anger. Arthur swung his sword at the side of the Urgal. The swords met with a loud 'CLANG!' and sparks flew around. He swung at the neck, but then feigned and hit the urgal in the chest. There was an audible 'crack' as Arthur's sword broke his ribs. The light left the urgal's eyes, and he was no more.

OOC: Just so you know, Vedrian is invisible and watching from a cliff, and Natsu is hidden under a bush. So I am the only one that is there at the moment.

IC: When Radenya asked him who he was, Bris remained silent, studying her. She did not seem human. Her face was hidden by her hood, and he could almost be certain that he could see a beak. He had never seen someone of her race, though, he overheard the Urgals referring her as one of the Empire, so he didn't know if he could trust her.

Maintaining his grip on his swords, he scowled, feeling insecure with both Arthur and Radenya watching him. With the hidden man under the bush most likely eavesdropping on them as well.

He finally spoke after a few moments, mimicking her voice as if it was his own. "My name has no meaning. Nor does my existence, until what plagues me is lifted. Though I've lived alone just beyond that ridge for most of what is my life." He pointed south, towards a hill where the large forest of trees mysteriously gave way to grass. "Though if you'd like," He switched to Arthur's voice "You may refer to me as Brisineo."

When the fighting was over, Natsu bent the light around him to make him appear invisible, and hid his mind. Natsu called out to Erza mentally, making sure that the trio didn't hear his mental shout.

What is it, little one? Erza replied a few seconds later.

I've found some travelers, and one of them isn't human, but a Ra'zac. Where are you?

I'm about a league's distance away. I just finished my meal, she said, content.

Well stay there. I'm going to watch them a little longer so I can determine whether they're enemies or not. Natsu quickly ran out of his hiding place, still invisible, and climbed into a tree silently, and continued watching from there.

OOC: Dark, I'm a litte confuzzled at the order of this rp. Could you explain please?

IC: Arthur narrowed his eyes at the stranger as he approached them. A brief look of surprise crossed his face as he heard the voice of the body he was possessing come out of the newcomer's mouth, who had just said his name was Brisineo, but he quickly hid it with his usual mask of no emotion. He wondered what else this Brisineo person could do. It wasn't his business to know, though, so he didn't ask. Feeling a slight discomfort in the air, Arthur walked up to Brisineo and extended a hand, saying "My name's Arthur. Thanks for the help with the Urgals back there, I don't know if we would have been able to handle them by ourselves."

Bris dryly smiled. He could see the suspicion within both Arthur and Radenya as they presented themselves to him. Arthur walked up to him and extended his hand, of which, he didn't know how to respond.

"I'm sorry." Brisineo muttered, trying to hold back a blush. "I am not familiar with human greetings. . . I don't even remember the greetings of the elves of whom I am descended. . ." He spoke with remorse as the memories of killing his friends and injuring his own brother in his first transformation festered in his mind. Vedrian though, swiped away those painful thoughts, allowing Bris to focus.

Radenya then spoke. "My name is Radenya. Don't worry, I don't work for the empire, I mean to bring some honor to my vile race."

Bris then took the chance to change the subject. "May I ask though, Radenya. . . What are you? I have no knowledge of your race, or any happenings of the outside world. . . "

OOC: I'm extremely sorry for my unactiveness on here recently. My family has been down, and I couldn't get on the computer at all.

IC:

Natsu saw them exchange words of greetings, and he felt even more surprise course through him as the Ra'zac, who's name was Radenya apparently, spoke of how she wanted to bring honor to her race. That alone, is quite honorable, to seclude oneself from most, if not all of her race and have a desire to restore it. It's odd how we are seperated from these manifestations such as good and evil. It changes us, Natsu noted to Erza.

Maybe so, but are you going to cower in a tree? You know that Radenya is good, and the rest don't seem bad either. She stopped for a moment, However, that voice-changing-rider is quite different than what I've normally seen out of the few riders we have met. You should learn how to change your voice; it seems like a useful trait.

I shall stay in this tree as long as I need to. Natsu mentally smirked, but, it's odd to go through a first encounter with someone after spying on them to determine their motives, so I shall stop spying, and introduce myself. Natsu soundlessly jumped out of the tree, and walked towards their camp, releasing the barrier of invisibility around him. He stopped in front of them, and said in the Ancient Language, "I am not an enemy. I saw your fight against the Urgals, and I was going to help," Natsu gestured towards the slain Urgals, "but it seemed like you didn't need my help."

Arthur eyed Brisineo for a moment before taking back his hand back. "I suppose being away from civilization for a long time can do that to a person." He did not vocalize about his own such problems when he exited the cave he was in for over 300 years. He had to study human minds for over 3 weeks to finally remember the basic formalities of society. He sighed, remembering how terrible it felt to not even remember how to greet someone.

Arthur snapped back to the present as another person entered his sight range. He eyed the newcomer for a moment, wondering just how long he'd been watching them. For Radenya's sake, he hoped he didn't see the Dragon egg. He knew well that the Empire had many slaves. "Hello there!" He said, taking on his casual, friendly tone. "My names Arthur. If you don't mind me asking, what brings you to these parts?"

When Radenya answered his question, he was taken aback. He had always remembered his life in Du Weldenvarden to be one of peace, and the world seemed to be in peace. A twinge of fear for his own family struck within his heart, but he dismissed it, remembering the complex wards around the forest that was his former home. Not even a Rider could penetrate those spells. . . He muttered to himself inside his mind.

Though, his attention was immediately diverted when the man, who he had known to be spying on them, revealed himself. He gripped his swords even tighter, and stood with his side facing him, as he spoke. "I am not an enemy. I saw your fight against the Urgals, and I was going to help, but it seemed that you didn't need my help."

He didn't speak as Radenya and Arthur introduced themselves. Or rather, he started to remove himself from the group. Things were getting too crowded for him, and he only felt even more anxious. He only moaned to himself when Vedrian called to him mentally.

We have visitors.

Who this time?! Bris snapped. The least he wanted was more people arriving into their group, so he hoped it was something to either kill or run from.

It seems that your ruckus caused the local dwarven patrol to be curious. I know that they wouldn't kill humans, or even you, on sight. . . But your Ra'zac friend, if she is seen. . . Her race's apparent reputation could prove problematic.

And where could we hide? I know that Urgals can be killed with ease, but dwarves are different.

You could take our new friends to our den. No dwarf would dare venture there, even if their life depended on it.

Another twinge of fear hit him as Vedrian suggested moving camp to his own home. But you know why the dwarves fear that place. And that very reason makes me want to keep these people from a certain death.

Oh, you don't know that! Vedrian retaliated. You transform around once a month, and it was nigh a week since your last. Plus, it's either risking it at our home, or possibly giving the dwarves another reason to hunt us out.

Fine. Our home it is. But should I transform, make sure to give them time to run, or else they might find me to be their last opponent. As Vedrian agreed and began to keep a close watch on the armed patrol of dwarves, heading down the side of the mountain, Brisineo took a deep breath, not turning to face the group.

"You might have to cut your greetings short. For even as I speak, a patrol of Dwarves were just aroused by our battle and come to investigate. I know that many are friendly to humans and elves, but if what you say is true Radenya, then I don't think they would be delighted to find a Ra'zac lurking at their doorstep." Brisineo paused, and turned towards his home area, pointing towards it with his sword. "My home would be the best way to avoid them, as no dwarf would dare venture near it. But, I must warn you, that there is a very dangerous creature that also lurks there. Hence the reason why they do not follow. So if you agree to stay in my living space, you must head with me, and do as I say. And maybe. . ." He turned to face the group. "We may talk in a more peaceful environment."

"My name's Arthur. If you don't mind me asking, what brings you to these parts?" said the man named Arthur.

"I am a fan of seclusion, and I occasionally switch homes between Du Weldenvarden and the Beor Mountains, as both offer a great deal of peace and prosperity."

Then Radenya spoke, "Thank you. It didn't seem these urgals knew qhat they were doing. Anyway, I am Radenya."

"I doubt they did, else they wouldn't attack strangers. Though, Urgals are inherently a fan of violence, so they might not have thought this attack through in the least bit.

"Anyways, I am Natsu," he didn't say he was a rider, mainly because he didn't trust these three enough yet. They seemed friendly enough, but each one had an air of suspicion around them, as if reflecting their past.

"You might have to cut your greetings short. For even as I speak, a patrol of Dwarves were just aroused by our battle and come to investigate. I know that many are friendly to humans and elves, but if what you say is true Radenya, then I don't think they would be delighted to find a Ra'zac lurking at their doorstep." Brisineo paused, and turned to look in a different direction, pointing towards his home with his sword. "My home would be the best way to avoid them, as no dwarf would dare venture near it. But, I must warn you, that there is a very dangerous creature that also lurks there. Hence the reason why they do not follow. So if you agree to stay in my living space, you must head with me, and do as I say. And maybe. . ." He turned to face the group. "We may talk in a more peaceful environment."

Dwarves, eh? "Alright. A very dangerous creature as well? That sounds interesting," Natsu said in a curious tone. He was interested in this supposedly dangerous creature, but he wouldn't be able to look for it without attracting the other three's suspicion towards his whereabouts. "I'll take your word for it."

Arthur nodded to the stranger when he said he favored seclusion. Arthur wasn't exactly a fan of large crowds, so he knew how the man felt. When Brisineo said that they would have to retreat to the cave that he lived in. At the mention of a monster, Arthur said, "I'm sure I can take care of myself. A monster isn't enough to scare me away." Still, the odd way Brisineo said the warning sent shivers up and down his spine. He wondered what exactly the man meant by a 'monster.' He knew he could always get away safely, but he felt responsible for getting Radenya's package to where it had to go.

OOC: I'm writing the entire walk to Bris' home because it is both close to the group's location already, and I assume that everyone will be walking silently behind, in fear that the dwarves will hear them.

Brisineo nodded. "Alright, I guess it's unanimous." He turned and put out the dying fire with a quick spell, instantly bathing the area in darkness. "Grab your things, and let us be off. The distance to my home is not far. In fact, we are right now at about the limit where an average dwarf would stop in his tracks." He sheathed his swords and waited for everyone to make sure they had their things with them.

Everyone was ready within a few moments, since they all had little out of their bags, and Bris began to silently walk towards a hill that was bare of trees at the top, creating a small chartreuse fire over his hand. "Stay silent, and stay close." He remembered the dwarven lore about that fire, how they told that a wandering green light was the monster that roamed the treeless land that was his home. Little to they know, that I am that monster. . . He recited to himself like he did whenever he remembered the story. It was both amusing and sad to be a myth. Especially a myth that was made to strike terror into people's hearts. He loved it because no one would be close enough for him to be a danger, but again, that would also mean solitude forever.

Multiple things ran through his mind on the way up the hill, while constantly checking behind to make sure that everyone was within his vision. He remembered the few visitors he's had before. A wounded soldier, whom he had healed, a runaway dwarf, which taught him much about the dwarven culture, and a group of slavers and brigands that wanted to take him and Vedrian. It was the only time he remembered, that he actually found his transformation useful.

So I guess that I'm staying up here for a while? Vedrian asked as the peak of the hill became closer.

I guess so. Bris replied. I don't know what value Riders or dragons are to people now, considering that the land outside here is in chaos. I spotted a dragon egg in Radenya's possession, and she's trying to hide it to the best of her ability. Who knows why, but it has plenty of importance. . . Could dragons possibly be near extinction?

Vedrian only replied with a shiver of fear, while Brisineo's mind was drawn to something else when he exited out of the trees, and found himself overlooking a small, treeless valley, between three mountains, so no escape was possible. A stream where he got water from was at the western side, while caves had held his possessions, and forge was to the east. The southernmost side of the valley held the cave he lived in.

Though, he cursed to himself when he looked down upon the multiple dark spots and areas that scarred the ground. His last transformation was only a week ago, and the gouges and scorch marks in the grass were still fresh. Maybe he could disguise them as damages done by the supposed monster that lived here. He stuck with the idea, and waited for everyone to arrive.

"Behold my home. This is where I've lived for forty years alone, and in peace. Not much more until we're there."

OOC: I was talking about the creature being dangerous, not the dwarves, dark dragon, lol.

IC:

"Behold my home. This is where I've lived for forty years alone, and in peace. Not much more until we're there," Bris said.

"I love it," Natsu praised. It was perfectly secluded, in a perfect spot that interacted with nature.

A dragon egg, eh? Erza replied.

Aye. That's probably the reason she's here; to deliver it to the Varden. She hid it well physically, but the egg was too easy to sense mentally. However, running into a magician of the Empire in the Beor Mountains is very unlikely, so I won't mention it, Natsu said.

Arthur admired the area Brisineo called home with interest. It was a large area to have to one's self. Arthur was rather envious of him, considering he had nowhere to call home, always on the move. But, Arthur didn't really mind not having a home. Nobody that was currently alive knew him those 300 years ago.

Instinctively Arthur positioned himself closest to Radenya. Having met Radenya first, he felt that it was his responsibility that nothing bad happened to her, and what ever egg did was done in a safe environment. The monster Brisineo had said lived down by his home made him fear for the little baby dragon's life. He would not verbalize his fears to anyone, because he knew that Radenya would be mad at him for exposing her biggest secret.

Bris glanced back when everyone arrived. "I love it!" Natsu praised, while Arthur moved closer to Radenya in a protective stance.

I wonder if he knows of the Dragon egg? He thought as Radenya looked upon the landscape.

"It looks interesting." Radenya announced.

Bris turned and began to go down the hill, but was stopped in his tracks when she continued. "What exactly is the monster?"

He sighed and closed his eyes, formulating a good story that won't reveal too much. After a while, he answered. "The Dwarves call it the Qarzûl Fanghur. Cursed flying beast in our tongue. It is a beast that shows no restraint, and normally comes once a month. It does not kill for food, it kills for it's own enjoyment, which makes it more evil than anything that roams these mountains. The gouges and scorch marks you see in the bottom of the valley are from it's last visit, which was nigh a week ago. So you should be safe at the moment. But if I say to run, then do so hastily, because it will not rest until every living thing around it ceases to move." He paused, then gestured towards the valley. "Now, unless you want to have a nice chat with the dwarves, I suggest we continue onward." He began to move down the hill.

"The Dwarves call it the Qarzûl Fanghur. Cursed flying beast in our tongue. It is a beast that shows no restraint, and normally comes once a month. It does not kill for food, it kills for it's own enjoyment, which makes it more evil than anything that roams these mountains. The gouges and scorch marks you see in the bottom of the valley are from it's last visit, which was nigh a week ago. So you should be safe at the moment. But if I say to run, then do so hastily, because it will not rest until every living thing around it ceases to move," Bris said in response to Radenya's question.

They continued walking towards Bris's house. He keeps describing this beast as a true terror, Natsu said.

I doubt it's anything that my fire couldn't scorch, Erza said confidently.

Don't be too certain. You're almost as powerful as I am, and I might even have a lot of trouble with it, Natsu said playfully.

Do you wish to place a bet on that Erza said seriously.

Natsu mentally laughed, and followed Bris down to his house.

Arthur nodded slowly as Brisineo described the monster that lived around his home. He felt that the monster wouldn't be something someone would want to go up against. He knew that the life of the Dragon inside of the egg would not be spared if the monster decided to come early. Still, he kept a calm outlook on the situation. If anything happened, they'd just run and hopefully escape. Even if he had to take over Radenya's body for a short time to get her out of danger, he would do it. He continued moving along with the rest of the group, silently admiring the scenery.

As Bris walked down the path, he heard Radenya call out to him in another question. "Have you seen many of them, or is there only one?"

He didn't pause in his step, but closed his eyes again. "Only one. And if it was not for me here, the dwarves might as well would be hiding ever deeper underground in sheer fear of it. If I was not here, the dwarven cities outside of the earth would all be in ruin, then I fear it would roam to the other lands and do the same. I am it's weakness though. I keep it occupied until it's too weary to fight. It hides then for long periods of time to nurse it's wounds before it comes again. You're presence though may draw it's attention again though, so I suggest that you stay quiet for the duration of the journey until we can talk freely in my home."

He then stopped, looking down at the spot of charred grass between his feet. He actually meant that it was Vedrian that was able to keep himself occupied in his transformations. He remembered battles between them that would leave both combatants broken and bleeding, both sides near death. Then they would heal each other and press on like nothing happened. But he knew that if Vedrian wasn't there, he would only wander in his bloodlust until every living thing around him was dead. Vedrian was his only match in his transformed state, and he thanked him many times for that in the past.

Vedrian responded with a wave of comfort and understanding love, that was well received by Bris. Thank you. He muttered back, sending back similar feelings to his partner.

Shaking off his bitter thoughts, he continued to walk, leading the group past the craters of dirt, charred vegetation, and fractured boulders to his home. It wasn't a far walk, since the valley was quite small. About 300 to 400 feet in both directions. They eventually reached a rise in the terrain, and hit a smoothly set path in the stone. Farther ahead, the mouth of a large cavern could be seen.

"Not much farther now before we can talk in peace."

Natsu noticed the large mouth of a cavern not too much farther from where they were. Not bad. Though, if Bris is the only one that lives here who can stop this beast, why live in a cave, where access would only be too easy? Probably to provoke the beast, but if this beast is so terrifying that dwarves, who aren't even scared of Kull, would hide underground, this man must be pretty strong.

I don't think you should be there. Something's not right, Erza said worriedly.

It's fine. There are four of us here, and if need be, you could help restrain the beast as well, but if this guy does handle it all alone, then the three of us could kill the beast, Natsu said.

Erza resumed her silence, but he still felt her suspicion and worry.

OOC: Sorry for taking so long to reply. I've been kinda budy

IC: Arthur was surprised to hear Brisineo say that he could handle the creature that lurked around his home, and yet entire dwarven cities would be in ruin if he didn't. Sure, the guy had talent in the magical arts and all, but there was no way he could hold off a creature as wildly strong as he described. He had to be over-exaggerating. The beast clearly couldn't be half of what he said it was if he could hold it off alone. "Not to sound rude or anything," Arthur said, "But do you really expect us to believe you take on the beast, by yourself, every month, and yet dwarven cities would be in ruin if you didn't? You have to be working with someone else."

Brisineo only remained silent and unresponsive to Arthur's question until he reached the very mouth of his cavern. He stood up straight, and turned, his face reflecting the serious in his mind. "Look at the valley behind you. Look at the gouged earth, the broken rocks, the burnt vegetation. Do you think I am lying when I say that the beast that lurks within these mountains has power? He fights me only because I know his weaknesses. And he fights me to keep me from revealing to anyone these weaknesses."

He turned, and led everyone into the cave. The cave was already lit, using flameless lanterns to light the entire cave system in a soft gold light. It went on straight for about fifty feet before it split into three different paths. The front entrance, and the cavern to the front which led to his own sleeping area was large enough for Vedrian. When he spoke, his voice echoed off the smooth rock. "I know how to defeat him, so that is why I am still standing and the dwarves remain safe. Now, that we're in the safety of my cavern, I'm assuming you all would like a hot meal while we talk?"

He stopped at the fork in the cavern and turned to the cave on the right, where it led to a kitchen, an open flame stove, in which a fire was dimly burning, and a small table with a wrap around seat set in the wall. Bris wasn't sure it could seat everyone, but if he stood, than he felt assured that everyone could sit. He placed a log into the fire and helped light it with a bit of magic, while placing a pot over it with some water, a few vegetables, and the leftover meat of a Shrrg he had hunted a while ago. Even though he was an elf, he never felt it wrong to eat meat, unlike his family to the north. Living alone, he remembered, had changed him much from the few traditions he was taught before he ran away.

Arthur remained silent after Brisineo replied. He obviously knew more than he was providing, but it would not help to prod the man. If Arthur was to stay with him, he would have to be as courteous as possible. Nobody likes a rude guest that asks a bunch of questions. So he continued on with the rest of them, silently observing his surroundings in the cave. He followed Brisineo and the others into his kitchen-type-thing. He licked his lips as he watched the man cook. "I haven't had a good meal for weeks," He said softly, stomach aching with hunger.

Bris nodded. "Then have a seat, the stew should be ready soon." He chuckled a bit. "I skipped supper yesterday, so I'm a bit hungry myself."

A bit foolhardy for someone as skilled as yourself, Bris. Vedrian reprimanded him playfully, and in secret. Making Bris smile slightly more.

Standing against the wall, trying his best to be a friendly host, Brisineo undid the straps holding his swords and placed his weapons on the wall. He pulled back his hood, exposing his features in full. His shaggy hair, his slanted facial features, and his pointed ears. "So, since you've asked questions about me all night, I find it appropriate to ask you the same. Though, you don't have to tell me all your secrets. Just your purpose at least. What stories do you have to tell?"

Arthur felt a sudden wave of discomfort as Brisineo asked everyone in general their secrets. He felt very reluctant of telling everyone his biggest secret. Radenya already knew, but that was different because she had something to hide as well. He at first thought to lie. If he lied, nobody would know his true nature, and if nobody knew his true nature, nobody would be wary of him. Still, the power of honesty prevailed with him. It took him a minute to work his jaw again, but he finally said "I uh.... am a 'body surfer,' I can jump from body to body."

"I am out for revenge for me and m-,"j Natsu paused. "My parents were killed several years back, and I wish to avenge them. How I will find their killers, I have no idea,"

He is definitely hiding something. . . Vedrian noted. Bris slightly nodded at both Vedrian and Natsu's responses. Yes, he certainly is protective of whomever he is avenging. Who it is though, has yet to be known.

Arthur seemed rather uncomfortable, but then he finally spoke in a weary, distant tone. "I uh.... am a 'body surfer,' I can jump from body to body."

Brisineo nodded and slightly smiled in response. He had heard him share his secret to Radenya before. You are cursed just like me, my friend. He thought as he formed a response in his mouth. "Then I take it that you are not the rightful owner of that body? If so, and the owner is still conscious of your actions, then," Bris bowed to Arthur with a smile, "Let me introduce myself formally to the body's owner. I know it must be more of a curse, then a blessing to have that power, but may you find use for it in your future."

Radenya then spoke, first soft, then with a spiteful tongue. "I was raised by humans in a village just off the Hadarac. They betrayed me after I saved their lives."

Bris narrowed his eyes. "Because you're a Raz'ac? I take it that in some way, they trusted you until some event which caused you to leave in fear for your life?" Bris paused, then frowned and turned away. "Don't worry, I know this story because I have a similar one."

Don't reveal too much. Vedrian cautioned.

Don't worry, Brisineo reassured him, If they do ask about what happened in Ellesmera, I'll hide it to the best of my ability.

Using your certain "beastie" for cover? He replied humorously.

Exactly.

Arthur concealed a smile as Brisineo introduced himself to the owner of the body he currently possessed. It would not do him any good to look insane in front of a person who supposedly took on a beast by himself every month and won. "As far as I know, after I leave the body, the owner regains control within the minute. I have never killed anyone by borrowing their body, and I plan to keep it that way," he said proudly.

Arthur nodded in agreement with Natsu. "Humans tend to fear what they don't understand, and harm what they fear," He said to Radenya with a nod. It was true, and the same could even be said about Arthur's past. He was persecuted by his fellow villagers because he was different, and the feeling wasn't the greatest.

Brisineo narrowed his eyes again when Radenya spat back at those that raised her, then ask him of his story, which he and Vedrian had been expecting. He shook his head at her response and the advice of others. "I disagree with you all."

He paused to let the words sink in, staring especially at the bitter Raz'ac sitting in front of him. "Radenya, you claim the humans that raised you are afraid and weary of your race, and yet they raised you as their own? After living in these mountains, I can read one's past like runes marked on stone. They not only took care of you, they educated you and formed you from childhood to act more human, even though you are not. Many of your features that I can see, such as that beak, are not made for the common tongue unless with training. . ." He paused, checking the stew for a moment, before turning back. "I am sure that they loved you, but of course a trait of people is to panic and blame when their lives are in danger, and by the look of it, it caused them to blame your race as the cause of their sorrow."

"And then, for my story," Bris said as he walked to the kitchen to grab some stone bowls and utensils from a hollow in the rock, smiling as the sweet memories of his childhood filled his mind. "Much like yours indeed. As you can see, I am descended from the elves that reside within Du Weldenvarden. There, I had everything. A family with 3 brothers, a mother who cared for me, and a step-father who uplifted me. I was a blessed child, high in my education and status. . . That is, until my 20th birthday." A dark expression began to sink into Bris' face. "That day. . . He came. And in our very first encounter, my closest brother was badly injured. I followed that beast through the Hadarac Desert to here, enraged that my family was endangered. And I will not return until he is slain." As he finished, he began to scoop the stew into the bowls and began to serve everyone, along with slices of bread and goblets of water. "Here, I hope that this will be a satisfying meal. I usually like to utilize the nearby herbs to make my cooking more flavorful."

At Brisneo's story, Arthur fell silent. He didn't exactly like commentary on his past, and so he would not comment of the pasts of others, as well. He graciously accepted the food with a nod. He ate the food without further notice, mulling over what had been said. He knew Radenya didn't say anything about the Dragon egg, but Natsu and Brisineo were not idiots. They would catch on eventually, if they already hadn't. The egg had the same mental presence around it as any living being does. It wasn't hard to detect. He wanted to hide the mental presence of the egg, but if the others already knew about it, and the presence simply disappeared, what would they do?

He ate quickely and in silence, as everyone else finished off their meals. As he placed his bowl away to be washed later, he noticed Radenya being rather shifty and uncomfortable, looking at her bag multiple times. Like she was afraid of something happening to her precious cargo. She's really cautious about that dragon egg. I don't know why she's holding it, but she wouldn't be protecting it if it didn't have importance.

Don't ask her anything though. If you ask of it, she may fear you more.

But of course, if I don't ask of it, her suspicion will be- AH!

Brisineo bent over as a sharp pain hit his stomach. Looking down, he saw his exposed wrist suddenly begin to become slightly bumpy where scales would soon grow. He sat there stunned for a moment, before a cold chill ran up his body as he realized what was happening. "No. . ."

Vedrian also showed his fear as the situation dawned on them. Quick, Bris, relax. Remember, the more you panic, the faster the transformation progresses. Keep your head level, and your mind clear, you have time to warn them.

Brisineo took a deep breath to calm himself, but he could not shake the fact that everyone was now in mortal danger. Trying to keep his voice level, he spoke in a dark tone. "Prepare to leave immediately. The very thing that I feared is happening. . . My long time foe has returned."

Vedrian, as they leave, prepare to roar and create chaos in the distance. I wan't them to fear this place. I need to keep my mind intact for as long as possible.

"As do I," Natsu replied. Things had grown uncomfortable then, and the air was almost littered with suspense, like something bad was about to happen. Suddenly, Bris doubled over, appearing to be in pain. Natsu followed Bris's gaze and Natsu's eyes fell on Bris's wrist and Natsu's eyes grew wide.

"Prepare to leave immediately. The very thing that I feared is happening. . . My long time foe has returned," Bris said.

Natsu placed his food onto the ground and got up without a word. He walked quickly out of the cave and mentally contacted Erza. What happened? she asked.

It appears the beast has returned. Stay close," Natsu answered quietly.

[i]But that isn't all that is on your mind, Erza said.

Natsu sprinted out of the valley until he had reached the hill he was at earlier. He didn't know where Radenya and Arthur were; he hadn't checked to see if they were following him out. I knew there was something wrong, Natsu said, almost to himself. When he doubled over in pain, his wrist, it was changing form, growing bumps along the skin, almost like...scales... Things were piecing themselves together. but there was still information missing. Natsu was running off of a small theory here, but if Bris really was the beast, then how does he contain himself? What stops him? Natsu wondered.

Of course, that was why it was a theory, an unlikely one, at best.

Arthur's eyes widened as Brisineo told them to leave. He stood up abruptly, and made sure Radenya got in front of him. He decided not to enter her body. Sure, it would make things a lot simpler, but he knew her and it was just plain rude. Besides, would it be wise to expose his ability to the approaching enemy, and would it be very smart to leave the body behind? Besides not being smart, leaving the body behind would be cruel. There was still an owner for the body, who at that moment was freaking out. If Arthur left, the owner of the body would likely die, and Arthur didn't want that on his conscience.

"Hurry," He whispered lowly to Radenya. "If we don't get our of here before this thing shows up we're both dead." He rushed out of the cavern with Radenya. "Go," He said to her, "I'll catch up. I'm going to stick around for awhile. With that, he cast an invisibility spell, which prevented people from seeing or smelling him, but did nothing if they heard him. He walked slowly and carefully back into the edge of the cavern, and listened.

As everyone left in a rush, Bris doubled over in pain again with a yell. He began to shiver as the first change, his scales, began to grow from his skin, which was blackening and thickening into them. As he began to move into the prison-like cell that he used for transformations, he looked back up as he sensed concern from Vedrian.

We have a problem. I sense someone else. . . Someone far more powerful and holding a dark energy around him. . . He's flying on something that I would like to call a dragon, but it's too defeated; too much under his control, and he's heading here now.

Then make sure the other three are relatively safe. If he want's a fight, he'll have more of a worthy opponent in the next five minutes. . . Ah! Guess you'll have to keep attention away from yourself until the last minute. Hide your mind. Brisineo barely got himself into the dark stone room before he collapsed on his quickly changing feet, which would soon turn more like the clawed hind legs of a dragon. Using magic, he closed the thick door, and now the only light came from a single flameless lantern on the ceiling. Hopefully, the cell will last at least a minute under the tremendous power of his draconian form.

The rest of the transformation came quickly and painfully for Bris, feeling his new appendages grow to the point where the special latches on his clothes loosed themselves so they could grow through. He yelled in pain again as his bone structure changed. His face extended forwards, his teeth grew pointed, ivory horns grew out of the back of his head. His muscles bulged and strengthened to the point where he could throw a full grown dragon with brute strength alone.

Soon, the physical transformation finished, and within the brief moment that he held his consciousness in his new body, he gave one last silent farewell to Vedrian, who was watching with fear and concern, as a burning mental presence hit his mind. He was quickly overwhelmed, and soon, the fire in his mind became his own.

Standing up on his new legs, testing his heightened senses, his wings, his tail, the half-dragon beast once known as Brisineo growled as he realized he came to be within a trapped cell. Roaring with a ferocity unheard my many, he stepped forwards and fell upon the stone wall with his fists, already creating thick cracks within the door. He knew that his old enemy, and three, no, five creatures of prey awaited outside. And this time, no one, and nothing, shall stand between him and his lust for blood.

Arthur quietly rushed back into the chasm. He went by what he remembered, and it wasn't much. He mentally berated himself for not memorizing the path. Suddenly, his foot brushed against a rock. He tripped, and almost fell, but he caught himself on the wall, but not after making a few noises that could only be distinguished as human activity. He cursed under his breath, standing as still as possible.

OOC: Sorry, not much for Arthur to say at this point

Natsu nodded, and his eyes drifted off, but then the beast launched itself out of the cave. He immediately jumped up, and Erza growled deeply as another dragon intercepted the beast and slammed it into the ground.

Leave. Now. the beast had said.

Natsu's eyes widened before tilting his head, his eyes narrowing in suspicion. Nevertheless, he silently jumped on Erza, hoping Radenya had followed suit and jumped onto Erza as well. Erza crouched down, her muscles flexing, before launching into the air, following the dragon and Rider he had seen earlier. He found them quickly, and the Rider had approached Arthur. "What is your business in this lands? Do you serve the so called Empire, or renegades that call themselves the Resistance, or the group known as the Varden?" the unknown Rider had said, but he mentioned both the Varden and the Resistence. Weren't they the same thing? If not, who was the Resistence?

"He is with us," Natsu interrupted as Erza landed.

OOC: Demondread was talking to Arthur, right? He's the only human here, so I'm just making sure.