OOC How are you all doing I got some shore leave and was super bored so I figured Id see if any one wanted to RP. Not real sure what has all happened so im kinda searching for news you know. Its good to be back for a bit at least. Thanks guys.

Ioksok slid his sword from its protective sheath with a metallic whisper, the edge of the weapon wickedly sharp, the blade red as wine dropped upon the snow caught what little light the sun cast as it poked its curious head above the horizon. Pointing the weapon towards the lighting quarter circle he started moving through the forms he'd been taught so long ago, falcon stalking the sky flowed smoothly into crane striking the water.
The warrior slowed his movements until he was in the tiger's crouch; holding this position for a time his legs planted shoulder width apart both hands clenching the long hilt of his sword. The crimson light played of the hard ridges of his body, he had worked hard for such a physic training for what seemed endless hours, days even to strengthen his body and mind. To combine them into the perfect weapon, an extinguisher of life any life that he was called upon to to take.
Moving so swiftly his arms and sword were a blur tiger's crouch turned into the boars rush, and water parts the reeds. The blood colored blade flashed form one perfectly executed form to another; the lone warrior carried on his daily training until he felt the sun beat down on top of his ragged head.
Stooping to pick up the sheath he had dropped Ioksok felt the warm air move and looked up. Shading his eyes with his empty had he saw a figure glinting in the sun and it plummeted towards the sand on which he stood.
"Slow down you giant lizard!" he called.
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Fang soared through the dark early morning air, looking down at endless waves of sand; snorted this was the best they could do living for years in the waste land that was this damn desert. The giant red dragon stretched his wings even wider catching a thermal updraft and spiraled higher out of darkness into the new found light of the morning. "Just like our life" the dragon thought to himself ''The old king raised us to fight and kill and we escaped although our light was Erais and Erador." Nether Fang or his rider had seen the duo in years and they were both lesser because of it.
The red dragons eyes focused on the ground as he flew through the heavens, spotting a small herd of antelope type animals that had been the main part of his and his partners diet for to long. Folding his wings close to his sides the dragon fell from the skies like a ruby red bullet at the last moment his wings stretched wide and his clawed feet reaching for his prey he slowed and was able to grab two of the deer like creatures and smash a thirds neck with his long whip like tail.
The dragon was famished from the morning flight and ate one gazelle on the spot as the rest of the small herd all but the two screaming under his claws fled for the safety of the distant horizon.
Bracing him self with his back legs he lept into the air pumping his wings hard gaining altitude with every stroke of his massive sail like wings. soon he was circling the rocky ground his partner was using as a home. Folding his wings he dove again.
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Ioksok covered his eyes as the sand flew up from the air forced downward for the incoming dragon. You just have no idea what fun is the dragon told him when he landed dropping both corpses. The rider grabbed a knife and walked over to where the dragon had landed with its two dead deer. Grabbing the haunch of one he started field dressing the thing leaving the offal and intestines to be licked up by the garbage disposal that was affectionately named Fang. Soon the hide of the antelope was on the rack ready to become tanned and turned to leather, while the meat was turning over a fire upon a spit. "What are we goning to do my friend ill go mad if we have to live this way for much longer."
The dragon turned his head so he was looking at this human who was his rider with a rather large eye It matters not to me, but I wasnt the one who decide to flee Uru'baen during the siege for all we know the rest are dead.
"Do not accuse me of cowardice you stupid lizard." The man yelled at the dragon, "Both of us were going to die if we flew against the king and his other riders, where he found such an army we will never know, you weren't the only one who lost some one that day." Ioksok turned and stalked into the small over hang he used as a shelter, feeling the comforting thoughts from his dragon he knew he should not have yelled such words and that Fang was sorry for what he had said as well.
"Do you want to go back my friend?" the rider asked to the wall knowing that even if he could not be heard by his dragon that their link would transmit the question.
Yes
With that Ioksok packed his gear what little was left of it, his armor and his weapons. As he emerged from the overhang with his saddle and pack he paused to cut the cooked meat from the deer into strips and rolled them into a bundle inside of a piece of grease paper. Saddling Fang the young warrior vaulted into his seat upon the great red beast and flew out of the desert.
As the sand passed beneath them both rider and dragon were glad to leave what had been their sanctuary as well as their prison for the past three years. "A lot can change you know, what if they were able to remove the king? what if they all died, there are to many possibilities Fang."
The dragon pumped his wings the dull boom thunder split the still air and the smell of rain was thick but that didn't bother him Ioksok's questions did I think we should land out side of a smaller town one big enough to get news but not to big and figure out how the war is going. and that is what they did not to long after dark they glided into a field three miles from a rather large village Ioksok dismounted made sure his sword was securely strapped to his waist and started trekking toward the distant lights.
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Ioksok entered the largest of the four taverns in the town taking a seat in on a stool with his back facing the wall and a good view of the rest of the room. He wasn't a ugly man but his face had been hit with one to many objects to be called beautiful, although he was attractive when smiling which he had not done in what felt like for ever not sense he had left Erais. One of the servers came to his shoulder "Would you like a drink sir?" she asked with a hesitant smile and a quite voice.
"Yes ma'am what ever you have on draft will suit me fine." he said she soon reappeared with a mug of luke warm beer sipping on it he observed the room; ears straining for any news about the empire or the war.
The warriors cold blue eyes darted across the room, seven other humans shared it with him. One was face down on the bar fingers still curled around his clay mug. The man behind the bar was short his thinning hair gone mostly gray, a greasy apron strained around his middle; busied him self by rubbing a dirty rag over the scared wood of the bar. The woman who had served him floated around the room sweeping the saw dust that covered the floor, or running from one customer to the bar and back.
The last four were the ones who captured most of Ioksok's attention the men sat around a table talking quietly glancing around the room then to the door every few minutes or so.
The door creaked open, all four men jumped. The dark figure looked like a shadow with the sun at its back. Ioksok made no movement except to loosen his blade and take another sip of beer. His eyes straining over the top of the glass, looking for any hint of who this figure was.
The man, and a man it was walked to the bar, his features were sharp, and his nose hooked like the beak of an eagle. He had the slow swagger of some one important. Speaking with the barkeep in low tone he said "This is the black dragon." it was more a statement then a question. All the poor fat man behind the bar could do was nod his head.
Clearing his throat the tall man spoke loudly "By the power of the new regime you are all under arrest for the plotting of a rebellion to dispose of the queen Nasuada."
"And you the one who gona take us in, fancy pants." the largest of the four at the far table sneered the other three moved as well flanking the tall man, who no had his weapon out, a meter long wrist thick club with metal studs on the end.
While the scene was playing out Ioksok kicked his feet onto the table and leaned back against the wall. So he thought to him self ole gably is gone for good, now that is some news. The sound of many boots brought the warrior back to the real world. All four men were bloodied with their hands bound behind them. spiting and swearing at their captors. Three of these law keepers approached Ioksok. "Hand over your weapon and fall to your knees." Ioksok complied knowing he could get out at any moment.
"This ones a rider." the guardsmen that was putting cuffs on Ioksok yelled their leader promptly pivoted and smashed his club into Ioksok face.
Looking down at the unconscious body he said aloud, "Thats the only way to take one of their type in."
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Ioksok woke he tongue probed the inside of his mouth and teeth a few were loose but they would tighten back up on their own. "A rider huh? where is your dragon then?" the voice tugged at his memory, but he could not place it.