OOC: This is for people who know Kit very well. Draco, I'd like you to join; Fanghur, you too when you can, and that goes for you to Veonth.

IC: Kit was astride Shyara as they left Alagaësia, the land that had become his place of residence, but never home. That was why he had decided to make this trip. The sea shore was coming into view and the small town of Barret touching the flowing shore. The dark forest of Ecivres lay behind it stretching north, the crystal blue water of the North Sea was crashing against the green, mossy shoreline. He quickly glanced to the back of the town the lone house on the little rise, “Home,” he breathed.

Shyara let joy rumble through her as she neared the place she had spent much of her childhood. Her eyes focused in on the house, she looked for any signs of movement that might be Kit’s youngest sibling, Arora; the only other person to know of her existence when Kit was still living at home.

Shyra was riding on Ecivres, who was following Shyara, when she saw the familiar streets of Barret, a town she remembered well. It was there that she first met Kit, when she was pretending to be human and traveling with the traders. She remembered the nights he had snuck out past his strict father to come and meet her in the middle of the night.

Ecivres was eager to see the place his mate had grown up and where his rider made the first step that would lead her to his egg in Murtagh’s fortress.

None of them knew what that little visit would spark.

OOC: Did they head west out to sea?

IC: Phalynx rose her head from her slumber, wondering what was occuring. She felt the sudden urge to head out to the northern sea, like something important was about to happen and she was needed. Without another thought, she jumped to her feet and was aloft in a single downstroke of her powerful wings. She was used to that feeling, and never, ever ignored it. It almost always led her to her friends, and to adventure.

She followed a trail that only her instincts knew, heading over the calm waters far, far below. At her current altitude, a couple tens of thousands of feet up, she could see the shoreline in the distance. It was unfamiliar, this far north.

In a few more hours, she had reached it, and was now surveying all that lay below her, wondering why her instincts had called her here. The reason soon became apparent. Far below, she could make out the heat signatures of two dragons. She dove a few thousand feet, stopped to hover, and could make out two smaller heat signatures with them. They were dragons with riders, young dragons.

Phal dove once more to get an even closer look, and she smiled when she recognized them. Her niece Shyara, her rider Kit, and their mates Ecivres and Shyra. Well, I didn't think I'd meet you guys way out here. What's going on? she said into their minds as she drifted lower. Since she was only a speck still in the sky, she made her scales glow so that they would know that it was definately her.

OOC: Edit: Oop, wait, I found it. The Northern Sea.

OOC: No, they are north at the top edge of the North Sea, off the map.

IC: Shyara felt that familiar presence in her mind as her aunt spoke to her from high above. She stopped moving forward so that Phalynx could come straight down. We, she indicated Kit and herself, are on a visit to our birth homes, that small town up ahead. See that barn, by that house, on the back side? I hatched in there, behind a stack of hay, she said enthusiastically.

Shyra jumped in before Shyara could continue; Phalynx was still to far away to for Shyra to talk to her so she spoke into her mind. We are also going to visit his, well our, family. His parents, Delur and Alandry and his brother Pij and sister Arora. You'd like her, she has a knack for magic, she could've out do me when she three, she said happily.

You're welcome to join us if you like, just be subtle these guys didn't know I had a dragon, or 'eloped' with Shyra, so be cautious around my parents and brother.

Kit parried another blow from his assailant, and rolled underneath Phalynx's chest. The man coming after started toward him again, but Phal's hiss halted him, and Kit took the opportunity and they a magic hold on him.

Shyara couldn't get through the solidly built barn, so she stuck her tail through the door and wrapped it around the man and dragged him out into the sunlight and pinned him to the ground. As soon as the sun hit his face, she said, Pij!

"Pij!" Kit jumped up and ran over. He dismantled the holding spell and looked into that face of his younger brother. It had become hard and mean, barely like it had been when Kit left three years ago. It was obvious that he was not recognized. Shyara, let him up.

Shyara removed her claws that had created a cage.

Pij picked himself up off the ground and turned toward that man that had trespassed onto his land, he would pay. His dragons didn't scare him, only threw in a few complications. He picked up his iron sword and rushed forward.

Kit had expected nothing less from his brother. He swung his sword to block the attack and his Rider's sword cut deep into Pij's simple metal one. While the blades were locked he said, "Stop this Pij, it is me, Kit, there's no need to fight!"

"Ha, my brother is a coward and would never come back here. Especially since he ran off with that **** Shyra, he no longer cares about us!"

Kit pushed Pij's blade away. "STAND DOWN! I don't want to have to hurt you. I AM your brother, where's Arora, she tell you the truth?"

Pij paused at his sister's name, a word he hadn't heard in almost a year.

Shyara stepped in when Kit paused. Pij, that is Kit and he brought Shyra with him. She turned to the approaching Elf, hoping that maybe, just maybe, he'd recognize her.

Pij was startled when he heard a feminine voice in his head; he looked at the two dragons. The green and blue one looked to be the one talking. She turned her head after she spoke and he followed her gaze, so another dragon he hadn't noticed and there was girl coming toward him. She was the most beautiful being he had yet laid eyes on and his mind instantly shifted to the odd girl that had come with the traveling merchants almost four years ago. He looked back to the man that he had engaged and recognition hit him.
Relief hit him like flood, then came grief and despair and all the emotions that had built up in the past eleven months.

Pij came toward Kit and Kit readied himself for another attack.

Pij dropped his sword one step from Kit and fell on him, tears flowing like a river from his eyes. He pulled Kit down to his knees and his legs gave out underneath him.

Pij pulled himself together enough so that he could speak. "Arora's gone, mom's dead, and Delur hasn't been seen," he said through gasps.

Kit couldn't help but feel completely drained and numb after those nine words. Kit grabbed his brother's shoulders, "What happened!?"

At the news Shyra moved quickly to Kit's side to comfort him, through what could be a very horrible ordeal.

Pij leaned against the blue and green dragon's leg, with little regard for his safety and he doubted he had to worry about that now. "It all started right after you left, well shortly before, but you'll understand later. The arguing began badly, Delur criticized mom for everything she did. That went on for a long time. Then a year ago Mom found him and Misty together-"

Alandry's best friend Misty?

Pij nodded. "Then that night they were fighting in their room, and Arora's room is right above it, so she asked me to stay with her. Then she showed me a hole in the floor that she could see into their bedroom. I looked just as Delur stabbed her through the heart with her dagger." Pij shuddered, unable to continue for the moment as he relived that horrifying moment.

Kit had been on his knees but now fell backward even, he was completely numb with pain, something he had developed to cover all the emotions that followed his lifestyle, but now, that barrier seemed to be breaking.

Shyra gasped as Pij uttered his last words, she had had a good relationship with Alandry, but not an extremely close one. She pulled Kit into her lap to offer him her support.

The dam broke that held him together and tears ran from his eyes. He grip Shyra with a steel grip, he need her now more then ever.

Shyara was crying also, more because of link she shared with Kit then actually hurt herself.

Ecivres nuzzled her, trying to comfort her.

"What happened to Arora?"

Pij dropped the words out, "She was hid in the forest during a raid on house, about four months ago, and I couldn't find her afterward."

OOC: Hey. I don't know your characters very well. I don't think I know you yourself very well either, but would you mind if I joined in?

OOC: Hey, Kit, and Draco, I am still grounded and don't have much more than 10-15 minutes to do anything, but I will post when I can, if its imperative, you can god-mod, any of my charries, I think Gornath, and Voenth definately, but Anthor and Braith can come too.

Yeah that is fine Eriel(sp?) This our chance to get to know each other

Veonth if you're not going to be on very often,please use just two charries at the max.

I'm out of town and therefore can't get on this weekend, but it gives you 'new' people a chance to post.

OOC: Alright then. Here I come!

IC:

Quicksilver trotted gently along the forest with his rider above. Whinnying and neighing happily as he went along at a smooth, luxurious pace, eating the soft undergrowth of the forest.

Eriel just smiled and stroked her horse's side, taking delight in every joyful movement that her horse made. Feeling her sword gently bounce at her hip comforted her in this otherwise unknown land. Her cloak covered her bodily features and a hood hid the top part of her head and her ears. The necklace that contained Emrhyst's Eldunari shone dully underneath her blue robe as Emrhyst hummed softly into the minds of her Indlvarn and Quicksilver.

Eriel's ears picked up clashing swords almost as quickly as Quicksilver caught the combatants' scents. Neighing and rearing on his hind legs, the stallion rushed in the direction of the beach as Eriel lengthened her sword's hilt, forming a spear.

Emerging from the forest just as the second bout of fighting ended, the elf looked at the scene before her and gave a shrill whistle, long and clear when she spotted Phal.

OOC: Ima do this one with Anthor & Gornath, but I need to use Anthor as I created him. Hes over 100 years old, so kinda ignor his past behavior.

IC:
Did you feel that, Gornath? Asked Anthor as he and Gornath flew North from the elven capital of Ellesmera.

That I did, I think Kit is nearby and is in some sort of trouble, I can just tell when something interesting is happening and Kit is usually there, as well as Phalynx. Said Gornath as he wheeled in the air and headed toward the sea to the west. The great white dragon flapped hs huge wings and increased their speed, untill they were naught but a blur to those on the ground. After about three hours of hard flight, Gornath said, I can see Shyara, Ecrives, and Phalynx ahead, but there is an unknown horseman or woman riding toward them. He landed with a large thud and let out a roar of greeting to his friends. He said, What is happening here, why did you have your sword out? Asked the dragon to the entire group.

"Yes, was there some sort of confrontation here?" Asked Anthor as he got off of Gornath's back. He greeted the rest of the group and said, "Hello, horsewoman, no need to stay back we mean no harm. Join our little group, an elf os always welcome." He said with a smile.

OOC: Hes a old rider, so he just know things, lolz.

OOC: I think it's your turn drac

OOC: It's Kit's turn first.

OOC: Sorry guys, I had alot on my plate these last couple of days, but I'll try and stay up to date.

IC: Kit's mood was had turned sour, he was in no mood to meet anyone, even old friends. He stared at the new comers, with malice, hoping that they'll know to shut up and be quiet.

Shyra was aware of all the emotions Kit was dealing and aware that anger was emerging as the strongest. She put up her hand to halt any farther movement and motioned for them to sit down, this was going to be a long day.

OOC: That's all I'll put for now so that you guys can get settled in for a 'short' time

OOC: Was it my turn? xD Kinda short, since I'm replying mainly.

IC: Eriel let out a smile. "Atra esterni ono thelduin Phalanx skulblaka." She smiled, dismounting once she did so. Acknowledging the rider with a smiled and a nod she sat down beside Phalanx's left front leg, letting Quicksilver splash around in the sea. Nodding in understanding, the elf turned to Phalanx 'What happened here?' She asked.

Shyara shot a quick glance to Ecivres before she answered Gornath's question. She spoke into the new comers' minds so the explanation wouldn't have to be repeated. We came here for a visit our home. We soon found out that Kit's father, murdered his mother, and his sister was lost in Ecivres. She saw slight confusion appearing on the faces of those that knew them, Ecivres is the name of the dark forest behind us. Pij's brother here, was left to fend for himself and has been on edge ever since.

Kit suddenly rose to his feet, he had managed to repair most of his emotional dam, "Pij, which direction did you send her?"

Pij looked at his brother, completely new from the one he had a known; a more powerful person, who could destroy things at will, this was not his brother, but a different one.

OOC: Eriel, your turn

OOC: Righto. Short post.

IC: Eriel turned to look at Shyara and nodded solemnly. She knew what it was like to lose someone close to her. Without knowing, her hand had rested gently on the leather above her pendant.
Looking up at Phal, the elf could only nod in agreement. "Well then, I don't know a lot of you too well yet so I suppose an introduction is in order." The elf grinned slightly.
"Alright. I'm Eriel. I'm an elf, and seeing as Phal is obviously friendly towards all of you here, I'm a friend."

"Nice to meet you Eriel," Kit said, "And yes, we'd appreciate your help.

Gornath, I would try that, this forest it better, or worse, then Du Weldenvarden; if you try flying over the trees, your muscles will lock up, for some unexplainable reason, and you will crash to the earth. I think you'd have to be able to fly into the upper sky, where Phal likes flying to go over it, but then I don't think even she could see anything. The only way to fly in this forest, it so stay below the trees, so, us four, you, me, Phal, and Ecivres, will be walking till we get toward the center of it, where the trees become several times bigger then the biggest in Du Weldenvarden. And remember, we are no longer in Alagaësia.

"Pij, do you still have Knight?"

"Yes."

"Mount up on him, you'll need him to keep up with us." Pij disappeared behind the house, then appeared again with a tall black stallion. His coat was silky midnight and reflected the sun like a mirror. As soon as he was ready, Kit took the lead of the group, knowing this area best, because this is where Shyara was found and had spent most of her younger months, hidden from the town folk. As he took the first step into the shadows of the trees, he felt the strange magic, or power, or whatever it was, filter through him.

"Well,"Pij said, feeling unease at talking to this female elf, who was gorgeous on all accounts to him, "There are ruins about a mile in that we could check. When Arora first went missing I searched there, but it wouldn't hurt to double check them."

"Good thinking," Kit applauded his brother, the first time ever that he could remember. Kit could easily keep pace with the horse he had once owned. It had hurt him to give Knight up, but they both knew that Kit's life would not allow a horse, even one that built from stamina, strength, and understanding.

Ecivres grumbled as he went, he wanted to make sure that they knew he hated this place.

"Lighten up Ecivres, after all you were named after this place, maybe you'll get some super power after being here," Shyra teased.

Anthor continued to walk alongside, and slightly behind Gornath at the back of the group, to stop any sneak attacks. He extended his mind, but quickly retreated when he saw that the forest itself was magical and had a "mind" of its own.

Gornath growled both quietly and nervously as the trees, it seemed to close in around them. He said, We must get further in quickly, I cannot stand being here without flying much longer. I feel that I am surrounded and cannot move!

OOC: Hehe, Gornath is closterphobic(sp).

Eriel frowned and let whatever was left of the wall fall back to the ground.
"My sight is being clouded by all these mist around us." The elf whispered. "It looked like this humanoid goat creature."
Eriel sighed tiredly and looked at her burnt hand. Somehow the dark magic followed the path created by her arrow and hit her. Fearing that the remnants of the spell might still be in the wound, the elf could just tear off a strip of cloth from the hem of her robe to bandage the wound.
"I've never seen anything like it."

OOC:Pass.

Pij spoke quickly, "Anthor, I suggest you stop that, unless you want to be dead. They didn't harm me when I was looking for Arora before, and they didn't harm Kit and his dragon when she was living in here."

"Well I guess it is time for part of my grandfather's adventures. He said that these being are like wraiths of damned, who died in this forest and their soul kind of merged with that of an animal. There are ones that resemble loins, goats, pigs, Urgals, birds, all sorts of wild animals. They simply protect it from damage by any means necessary, they could be the cause of the dark magic here, or maybe the light, I'm not sure. Anyway, they had to of done something against it for their souls to become trapped, and join the legions of other guardians. As long as we don't try and damage their forest, everything should be fine, according to what my grandfather had said anyway. If not, we're in deep ****, cause we can't do anything."

Kit continued after a few minutes, "But these are the nice guardians if my grandfather turns out to again be correct. He spoke of living landmasses that appeared as larger boulders and hills, even trees. Those ones, he said, were just out to kill anything and everything that's not supposed to be in here, which includes us. And I really hope that he proves to be wrong, cause we and Shyara never went vary far into where the trees open up enough for flying."

Eriel smiled wryly. "So then, I suppose we have three choices now."
She paused. "We can go on in the dark. I can, and I'm sure Phal can as well, but I'm not too sure about you guys. Or, we could make camp and wait the night out. And thirdly, we could do a mixture of both and send out a scouting party."
She grinned. "I'm obviously up for the second choice but a group decision would be the wiser thing to do."

OOC: Pass post.

Anthor went and lay down next to the large white dragon and just before he fell into a deep slumber said, "Tomorrow ... I promise you will fly." and began to snore gently and quietly as darkness covered the land.

Gornath snorted angrily and curled up around hsi rider and fell into a deep sleep, dreaming about flythin through the clouds.

OOC: Pass, sorry.

OOC: I wil go along with it, but Kit, it would be nice to let us know, that is quite a large god-mod, severing the connection between Anthor and Gornath, I wil go along with it, but I don't really like it.

OOC: I just said between Kit and Shyara, I made a reference just to that magic, I guess it is kinda confusing. But I didn't mean that their connection had to severed, if you want to keep their connection then keep it, I don't care.

OOC: Hmph. Do you want a boring rp, voenth? This sounds like an interesting plot development to me. (Though it won't really affect Phal, seeing as she has no rider...) lol

IC: Phalynx growled in defiance at the wraiths, raising her wings further and preparing to send small missiles of starfire at them. They would be harmed by her flames. Before she could let loose an attack, the ground opened beneath everyone in their party.

Phal plunged below the surface, panicking to close her outstretched wings but not getting the left one closed in time. The wing wrenched itself as the tip caught on the edge of the hole, and her wing twisted bottom-up. The awkward fall allowed Phal to get a firm grip with her claws on the earthen walls of the hole, but she was howling in pain as the muscles and tendons of her wing overstretched. Phal clenched her eyes shut and continued roaring, unable to get her wing free of the dirt and shut it, and knowing it would be extremely painful to do so.

Phal breathed heavily, her screeches turning into small whimpers of pain and her eyes inching open. The hole was dark, but she could still see. Tiny bits that looked like crystallized fragments of the magical mist outside emanated some sort of light, and Phal could emit enough light to see. She gazed at her wing, wincing again as she saw how much she had wrenched it. One wrong move and she could pop bones out of their sockets or rip membrane. Phal began to look for magic to heal herself with, but the only magic in the hole was that of the small fragments in the air, and she could not capture them. They eluded the grasp of her mind, and Phal realized that her mind's grasp was very weak. No... How will I get out? she wondered anxiously. She could not pull in her wing in this state without further damaging it, and the ceiling was too closed up to dig out. She was stuck.

OOC: My point exactly, draco. I said I did not have a problem with it, I just said that a little forwarning would have been helpful.

IC:
Anthor yelled angrily as he fell into the pit, his legs laying akwardly on the pit floor from the way he fell. He turned over, on horror to see that his legs had been badly twisted and that he would at least for a time be unable to walk. He said to Gornath, I am hurt. but began to panic when he connection to his best friend was severed. He shivvered with nervousness, then said to Kit, Shyara, Eril, and Pij, "I- I don't think I will be able to walk, and my connection with Gornath has been severed. D- Did they do this to us?!" pointing at the wraiths above.

Gornath began to fall into the pit, his suprosed roars drowned otu by the screeching of the wraiths as they saw that they had captured the intruders. He landed in the cave, only to be unable to talk to his rider. He roared angrily, sad to not be able tro communicate with Anthor.

Shyara heard Kit calling from a short distance away and tried to answer, but couldn't. She let loose a loud roar, and jumped at Shyra voice.

"Not so loud, you'll blow my head apart, Shyara." Shyra recognized the roar from Kit's dragon. "Come on, let's go toward Kit's voice, and figure something out." As she walked her foot suddenly hit something.

Pij groaned when someone kicked him.

"Pij?" Shyra bent down and felt along the leg she had hit. The clothes got moist as she got closer to his thigh, till her hand touched bone, that was sticking out. She gasped.

Pij asked groggily, "What is it?" He could feel his leg, the only way he knew someone kicked him was the jolt it sent up his back.

"Nothing good. I'm gunna put you on Shyara's back for now." She carefully lifted him and put him on her back, suddenly she felt something touch her and jumped. It didn't attack her so she reached out and touched it, it was a horse, Obviously Knight, she concluded, Since Eriel's horse is with her.

Ecivres could hear talking and moving a short distance away and moved toward the sound.

Kit heard Anthor, but couldn't find him. "Keep talking Anthor, so I can find you."

OOC: Ah, I see.

IC: Phal closed her eyes, clinging to the wall and staying perfectly still so as to not aggravate her wing injury further. I can't move. I can't move. I can't talk to the others, she thought anxiously, having already tried to call out. She wasn't ready to ask for help, yet, though. If the others were injured, she had to get to them!

Phal's legs quivered as they struggled to keep her frame from moving, holding on to a vertical, slippery dirt wall. It took all her effort to stay like that, but she knew she couldn't do it much longer. I can't hold on, she thought, her eyes desperate. Suddenly, some of the dirt began to slide under her claws, and a brief moment of intense panic seized her just before she slipped several feet down. Phal roared in agony as her wing wrenched itself even further, and she heard an awful sound coming from her shoulder. The wing was about to pop out of its socket. No no no no no, she muttered rapidly, then panicked again as dirt fell away. Her legs tensed even further, gripping the wall for dear life.

OOC: Kit is looking for Anthor, not Shyra looking for Veonth. Also it is almost completely pitch black. We're in like a bubble in the dirt, shouldn't be able to see the wraiths.

IC: Kit walked toward Anthor's voice till he stepped on a hand. "Oh, sorry, sorry." Kit picked Anthor up, "It s/ucks having a broken leg, I've had a few, luckily my sister healed it, that was before I had magic. Where's Gornath by the way?"

Ecivres flew over to help Emrhyst bring Phalynx down safely, he could alittle from the slight glow she was emitting. When she was on the ground, Ecvires crawled under her wind and let it rest on his back so it wouldn't drag on the ground. I think the others are this way.

Eriel just nodded and stood up again.
Smelling blood, she turned towards Anthor and looked at his legs.
She cringed. "Ehh... That doesn't look too good." The elf frowned and drew her dagger.
Then, once again drawing cloth from her cloak, placed her dagger on the broken leg and wrapped it tightly. The elf sighed, imagining the state of her cloak now made her want to laugh and cry.

OOC: Short...

Kit about jumped when he heard a voice inside his head that he did, but didn't recognize. Years of having others speak to him this way told him that it came from behind him. He tried to remember who that voice belonged to.

Kit turned around as the voice continued. "Who's there?" he asked, but as words left his mouth realization struck. "Evi?!"

"Who the hell is Evi?" Pij asked from Shyara's back.

"Evi? That werecat that lived with you when we first met?"

Shyara answered for Kit, Yep, that's her. Which direction to get out Evi? Shyara asked as if her and werecat had never lost contact.

OOC: Sorry my weekend started Wednesday last week, so this is pretty much the first time I've had to post since then.

IC: "Okay, Okay," Kit said down to Evi. He followed her, with Anthor in his arms to small tunnel that led to the surface. He had to duck down to get through, but was glad when he was back on the surface. he took Anthor over to near tree and set him down. "I'll heal you as soon as we get everybody out, that way I can help."

Shyra took Pij back in her arms and took Knight's reins and led him to the tunnel. "Knight, I need you to crawl for me, can you do that?"

"Down," Pij commanded and the horse crouched down as low as he could; Pij was glad that Kit had taken so much time and care in training Knight.

Shyra then led the horse to the surface and left him by Anthor and then set Pij down next to him.

Hey Evi, can is there a way for us dragons to just go straight up?

Kit called down to Shyara, before Evi answered, "The ground held all you dragons up when we were over the hole, it probably has some sort of magical compound, so I don't think you'll get out that way."

ooc: Wait, don't I go after voenth? xD Oh well, skip me anyway

OOC: Alright.

IC: Phal stood near the entrance of the tunnel, waiting for Gornath to finish digging his way through. Eventually, he reached the other opening and had emerged. The silver dragoness inspected the walls and ceiling of the tunnel to make sure it still looked stable, and then turned her gaze back to Shyara. Go ahead. I'll follow after you, Shyara, she said, motioning with her head towards the entrance. If the tunnel started to collapse, Phal was the smallest and most agile, so she reasoned that she would have the easiest time escaping from a possible cave-in.

OOC: Short

IC: Eriel frowned in concentration as she started mending torn tissue and skin.

OOC: Kit, you keep skipping fang.

OOC: Let's let fang go first then. We'll go back to the normal order after?

OOC: Ahh, for some reason I keep thinking she goes before VeonthYeah, Sorry Fang, please continue with your turn