OOC: I'll be loose this time around, but next time you join in an RP, Kerstov, make sure that it's longer. The mods would like all starting posts in RPs to be at least a paragraph long, so we can establish character and reason and what-not. And pass.

OOC: You know what. I don't even have to be RPing. Part of me is doing this just to make you happy. If your going to be doing what you just said. Why don't you be freaken PMing me then. You detail me stuff when it's way too late and then I am going to be getting in trouble. Just started and about to already freaken quit.

IC: Kerstov stopped and stared at the figure walking towards him. He thought, "Oh great, creepy friendly person." He also noticed a few dragon figures. He held the handle of his sword tightly with his left hand in case any of them was to be of threat. His stomach growled as he was too weak to fight from hunger. Yet, he was prepared, even if he was too weak. He raised his right hand and began waving and shouted "Hello there!" He was beginning to have bad thoughts about the strangers that was ahead.

OOC: Don't get mad, Kerstov. I was being easy on you, and just telling you about next time. It's just a silly detail that the mods would like to see, but not neccessarily strictly stress.

Faefnir trudged behind Dragon, taking extra precaution with this man. He acted like a mercenary, which was the type of person Faefnir was accustomed to, being with Reb all the time. Faefnir stopped Dragon's approach and proceeded forward. Listen, Kerstov. I understand your upbringing and your profession. But you don't need to be armed with us. We are peaceful, and we mean you no harm unless you show us harm. Just relax and come with us. We're about to go to my home so we can find her kind that is left alive and quench their thirst. I must say, you look like you could use some nourishment and refreshment as well. Faefnir then lowered himself onto his belly. Hop on my back everyone. We'll get to Stronghold much faster by air. He regarded Kerstov with those soul-piercing blue eyes of his and invited him on with merely his gaze, almost as though he was saying "You can trust me."

OOC: Yeah, whatever. You already know how I feel about those things so don't even think about it being cooled off so easy. Try warning me about more details later on. And make it a freaken PM.


IC: Kerstov stood there in confusement at first. Then he stared at them and said, "If you are speaking about my previous profession, that was long ago. I don't do that anymore; so, clearly I don't have a profession as of now." He released his grip from his sword, but still stood in his place. "Besides, if I was to harm you I would have done so." he said with emotionless expression at Faefnir. He then looked at all of them and asked, "What is all of your names?" He glared at them as he waited for his answers.

OOC: Pass turn.

And I am Faefnir, son of the Great Dragon and king of the Dragon Fortress.

OOC: Wow, that's a big werewolf. You do realize that Faefnir's about 100 feet tall? He is, after all, 100 thousand years old.

Faefnir turned to face Ben. He was prone for battle, but then he realized that maybe, just maybe, there was a bit of the human Ben left in this monstrous form. Perhaps he won't decide to attack! Faefnir relaxed a little bit, then approached. Ben? Are you alright? Are you OK, Ben? Faefnir recoiled when the werewolf snarled at him and slashed at his nose. He quickly iced the body of Ben in the hope that Ben will not be able to break free. Then Faefnir grabbed the ice slab encasing Ben, who was struggling to break free, with his claws and awkwardly took flight, making sure that he grabbed onto Nicko with his free hand and lightly holding him so as not to crush the little dog. Dragon, will that ice be able to hold him until we can get to Stronghold?

OOC: Sorry about the GM.

Kerstov stared at Ben then said, "You know? I remember during my sailing days, someone on our ship was a werewolf. She didn't tell us either. Sadly, we had to kill her. We couldn't keeper her alive otherwise everyone would have been slaughtered on the ship." He examined Ben as he was encased in the ice slab. He then added, "I do not plan to kill Bennie; though, it wouldn't be such a bad idea to have a good fight nor a good meal." He laughed a bit. "I've eaten just about any animal. Ranging from humans, elves, werewolves, dragon and so forth. You may think I am a sick person, but you havn't lived my life," he said seriously.


OOC: Wait, hold on. I said there was an Oasis South-east of the position. And you said the stronghold was north yet you said it is what I saw. That makes entirely no sense at all.


Edit at 6:31pm march 6: I'm not even being able to think straight for my RP. I can barely control my real life and now I can't even control a freaken life in an RP.

OOC: Oh, I misread that Kerstov. I apologize. And pass turn.

Watched Ben run into the desert night, then he closed and locked the gates. Now, what are you two thirsty for? Water, I would imagine.

OC: What I've previously done in the RP I would not like to be added to any other RP. Reason why is that I did not intend to have most of that added to the RP at all. It was in the wrong situation 100%. And apparently going back and changing the RP storyline would just be too much of trouble. So, therefore I cannot change it. It was basically this part that I didn't want in there. It is also that my past three weeks have been extremely bad for me so my thoughts are not straight at all. And sicne I already started in the RPs I cannot stop.

IC: Watched Ben run off and said, "We expect him to come back, yes?" he asked. "By the way, Faefnir, I am not thirsty for anything right now." he added.

Pass Turn

Faefnir turned his head as he heard Dragon shout something. What? What are you talking about? Who needs help?

OOC: Pass turn.

OOC: Sorry about forgetting. But I can't do a whole lot until her other character, the other Ohnyaeli, is accepted. So pass. And thx, Kerstov, for reminding me.

OOC: Well, maybe you could start with helping us leave and help search for the other character. That would help do something because it would just be an entire streak of "Pass turns" or long delays of posts of nothing happening. Atleast try and think of something. When people pass on me it makes it a bit difficult to do something else.

OOC: Yeah, I know. I do plan on doing that, but not until we know what exactly is happening to the other Ohnyaeli. He has been accepted now, so we should expect a post from Jayde by tomorrow, if she comes on.

OOC:speak of the devil....no jk. Finally! Chris got accepted. Here we go.

IC:Chris was trying to run through the sand as fast as he could. I wasn't made for the desert,he thought, echoing the same thought Dragonfly had earlier. His wings, shimmering blue, but tipped with black, were all dried out from the dry air and sun. Chris knew he couldn't run much longer. The only reason he'd been able to get this far is that Chris was being chased.
By slavers.

They always hung out in the desert, but Chris had never really cared about that. Now he was paying for it. He briefly thought about slowing time down, but that idea was trashed. He was too exhausted to hold it for very long.
Chris collapsed on the side of a sand dune, too tired to go on from there.
"Looks like I'll just have to fight my way out," he muttered, smiling to himself. He set his guitar down where it wouldn't be harmed and stood his ground. He smelled the air, and knew the slavers were almost on him.
"All this time I've been searching for the other Ohnyaeli, and she's right under my nose." Chris grinned. "Let's just hope she hears me."

Chris concentrated and sent out a thought. Then, the slavers broke the top of a sand dune. "There he is!" The entire group rushed down and surrounded him.
"If you even try to resist, we'll put so many arrows through you, you'll look like a pincushion!" The leader of them said.
"Resist? I would'nt dream off it!" Chris said innocently, staring at them with his blue-green eyes. The slavers started to come towards him. When they saw he was just a kid, they rushed forward.
Chris grinned crazily and threw one of his curved throwing knives, or rather, as he called it, a boomerang. (lol) It slit one mans throat and flew back to him. Chris felt a bit squeamish about actually killing something-and the blood-but figured since these people were slavers, they didn't deserve to live.

He drew out his two short obsidian blades and swung them towards the nearest slaver and disarmed him. He ran away. Chris then swung around, and decapitated another sneaking up behind him, using that force of the swing to dodge a swordblade. He parried the blade from another, struck backwards, killing one, then bringing it forward again and stabbing him in the chest.
The slavers backed up, not expecting him to be this good a fighter. Four of them were already dead, one of them ran away. An archer fired an arrow, but quicker than an elf, Chris dodged and threw another boomerang at him, killing the man. Chris shuddered at the bodies and smell of blood, but when the leader lunged at him, he quickly forgot.

Dragonfly's eyes sprang open again. "He's really close and I've got to help him!" She walked up to Faefnir.
"He's being attacked by slavers, and you'll know what will happen if they capture him."
The room was starting to flow in circles, but Dragon stood steady. She started running for the entrance again.
Nicko bounded happily after her. I'm coming. she said back to him.

However, Chris was fighting for his life. The leader of the slavers knew what he was doing. He lunged for Chris, who dodged and tried to swing at his unprotected ribs. However, the leader stepped back, parried his blade, and managed to give Chris a huge scratch on his arm.
"Ow," he gasped as he hugged the injured limb close to himself. Silver blood was leaking out and dripping on the sand. Chris used the other blade to unexpectedly lunge at the leader and graze him.
"Surely you can do better than that," he jeered. Chris was tired and just plain annoyed. He parried back and forth with the leader, then spun around and struck at his back. The unexpected blow pushed him forward, but the leader recovered quickly and forced his sword against Chris', pushing the Ohnyaeli to the ground.
"You don't weigh nothing!" the leader said in suprise. Chris just swung his feet around, tripping him, then rolled to his feet. Chris stabbed his blade into the leaders leg. The leader stared in suprise. He couldn't believe a kid did this. Getting very angry, he lunged for Chris again, who parried, spun around, and cut him again. Then, with some trouble due to his injured arm, Chris drove his blade into the ground using that to flip over and land behind him. He spun slashing the leaders back.

Unfortunately, Chris couldn't keep track of everything. Another archer, seeing his leader in trouble, fired and arrow, and struck Chris in his side, cracking a few ribs. The force of it, knocked Chris to the ground. He stayed there, looking at the moon, too exhausted to continue. The world faded away.

OCC: Sorry its so long, but I get carried away with fight scenes sometimes.

OC: It wouldn't exactly matter what is happening to the other Ohnyaeli, because you would be searching for him. I'm pretty sure leaving a place and beginning a search is a one way thing. I don't think there are zero ways to do a simple search. More about 1. And Jayde, it was still my turn and you kinda just skipped over me. I didn't pass. I was telling I.L.S. that it is possible to do something and yet it still won't do anything; so, I didn't really make it a pass at all. We can just say this thing I do can be before you posted that.


IC: Kerstov turned himself towards the exit and walked towards it and stopped before exiting and turned to Faefnir. He looked at him and said, "Well, if you arn't going to do anything then I will!" He turned back around and exited. He began running into the desert; heading towards the direction that where he last saw the figure.

OOC: I'm so sorry! Really. I didn't know. *Hits myself on the head w/ the unabridged version of the dictonary.* really sorry.
Lets just pretend those posts are switched.

OOC: Oooo, that makes the RP even more interesting.

Faefnir soaked in Dragon's information, then saw Kerstov leave. Wait! Kerstov, that werewolf is still out there! Faefnir started runnign after him, swiftly and smoothly grabbing Dragon and Nicko and flipping them onto his back. Faefnir quickly caught up with Kerstov and grabbed him and flipped him onto his back. We are going to look for them. Dragon, can you find out where he is?

OC: Chris being chased by slavers was really obvious before it ever being mentioned. You look at the clues before Chris was officially in the RP.

IC: "And as Dragonfly has said, 'Ben will not hurt us. For we are his friends and he does his best not to attack us.'" Kerstov rolled his eyes when Faefnir grabbed him up. Kerstov then tapped Faefnir's shoulder and pointed south-east of the exit of home and siad, "Chris be far over the dunes; south-east of here. I know my bearings, trust me."

OC: Wonder how clueless it is to see that he is already takign care of Chris....

pass

OOC: I did notice. I was just jumping off of the post you made. No harm done.

OC: Well, was that a pass or what? Becaue we need to know.

EDIT: NVM

Dragon fell over as a blast of ice flew over her head. She hoped it was from Faefnir, and it was directed at the leader. Judging that she was no longer being attacked, it was most likely what had happened.

Unfortunately, Dragonfly had gotten stabbed in the heart. She couldn't breathe properly-her chest felt like an entire dragon was sitting on it. She heard Faefnir come up to her.
"Oh, I'm all right, you big lizard," she gasped, "I just got stabbed in the heart, thank you very much."
Dragon spread her wings fully, but they were too dried out to regenerate. "How do you people survive with only one heart?!" she shouted as she tried to stand up. It felt as though someone had driven a stake into her side. Which is exactly what had happened.
Are you okay?she heard the other Ohnyaeli shout.
"I need water," Dragonfly said through gritted teeth, "to regenerate."

Chris felt a shock of pain through his already damaged ribs as the other Ohnyaeli got stabbed in the heart. Oh no, he thought, almost panicking. I'm not just gonna travel all this way just to have her die!
I'm okay, I just need water,she sent back.
Chris concentrated deeply, more than he had ever done before. If they were both to heal they needed water. But where was he to find it in a land without rain?
Deep in the ground.
Chris reached deep and tugged on the water, pulling it up from deep within. All Ohnyaeli were skilled with water magic-it was a given for their race. Chris grinned as he felt the water break the surface and well up under his wings.
Suddenly, suprising the person guarding over him, he started to glow brightly. Soon, all his injuries were healed and he sprang up off the sand and ran off towards the giant golden dragon.
Dragonfly felt the water, and she tasted it. Her wings started to glow again and she regenerated. Looking up, she saw the other Ohnyaeli coming towards her. He looked exactly like she pictured in all her dreams. Just this time it was real.
She smiled, kind of shy, and walked forward. Dragon was suprised how much he looked like her-she guessed they must've been twins.
Dragon clasped his hands in her, leaning her head forward to touch his. Their wings lightly brushed against each other.*
"Chris," Dragon said, smiled.
He grinned. "Hey, Dragonfly."

OOC: *this is the traditional greeting/goodbye among the Ohnyaeli.

Chris was really happy. He had finally found the other Ohnyaeli, and she was still alive. Chris could tell that Dragon was having similar thoughts.
Well, we are twins. he thought to himself.
"Hey, I need to get my guitar," he suddenly remembered, and started walking off towards the dune that he set it by.

"A guitar? What's that? And where have you been? Why haven't I found you earlier?" Dragonfly had so many questions to ask him, she didn't know what to say first. She followed behind Chris, with his orange streaked hair.
Of course, she was too eager to tell him about her story and Atlantis to let him answer.
"You'll never guess what happened to me...." Dragon took a huge breath and launched straight into her story, talking almost literally a mile a minute. Of course, that's when Nicko had to come bounding up. He had been running all night to catch up with Faefnir. Now he came up to Dragon and Chris wagging his tail like a maniac.
"Nicko!" she exclaimed and hugged her dog around the neck. "Nicko, this is Chris, the other Ohnyaeli."
Nicko was so excited that he jumped on the other Ohnyaeli.
"Down, Nicko!" Dragon said, laughing.
Chris laughed as the dog, Nicko, jumped on him and started to lick his face. He finally got off, and settled for chewing on Chris' shoes.
Chris used his mental link to share what had happened, since he knew it would take several hours to tell.
"You really saw Atlantis? That's so cool! I want to go visit it. It sounds really pretty."
Even with the mental link, it would still take awhile to tell each other all their stories. So, Dragon contented herself with telling all about Atlantis.
"I even almost died there!" she said, "and I helped to stop the dragons from completely dying out!"
Chris had run over to his guitar and picked it up. He strummed the strings a couple times. "Sweet, its still tuned!"
He turned back to Dragon. "That sounds awesome! But we'd better get back to Faefnir and everything."
I wonder where Ben is. she randomly thought to herself, but brushed it away. Prob'ly not that important. She shrugged it off.
"Hey wait up!" she yelled and ran up to Chris. They walk for a little while, until they could see Faefnir and Kerstov.
Dragon looked and the sky and inhaled the night air. She paused. She sniffed again.
"You smell somethin'?" she asked Chris. Of course right at this time, a couple of soldiers leaped out from behind a dune and put at blade up to her neck. She looked sideways at Chris and saw the same thing had happened to him.
"You two do anything funny and we'll slit your throat. These blades are diamond coated, so I wouldn't cause any trouble,*" the soldier who had Dragonfly snarled. Her wings were trapped between her and the soldier behind her.
The soldier who had Chris raised his voice. "Both of you, surrender yourself, or will kill these kids here!"

OOC: *Diamond is the only thing, besides fire, that Ohnyaeli can't regenerate from.

OC: freaken pass.

Oh dear. OK, this isn't a good thing. Your turn for an idea, Kerstov.

OOC: Pass

OOC: Ahh, pass. I can't think of anything to advance the plot right now.