OOC: Bad RP community! Bad! /scold I'm gone for a few months and this place now has about.. 0 active RPs, and only a few RPers! Come on!

Simoro woke to the sound of crashing waves and the sun blazing above him. He felt the warmth on his skin, and yet felt a chill inside as he realized something. He hadn't come here. Or at least, he had gone to sleep in an inn in Surda. He searched his memory for what had brought him here, and found nothing. However he felt that he was at home at this place and couldn't figure out why. And he also realized that he had an map of this place in his head, a view from the sky, embedded within him. This must be one of Ohen's memories, he thought to himself.

For a moment he puzzled himself with the concept of his dragon being part of him now.. Only a part of him, that he wanted to be seperate. How he wanted to ride once more on the back of his dragon's glistening body, surprise people with the radiance of their eerie paleness in the midday sunlight, and team up while slaughtering enemy forces. And how that other part of him longed to flap its wings once more, so strongly that Simoro himself felt an urge to lift his arms and jump off a rock into the sky. But then the realization would come that he was no dragon, only left with memories of one, and memories that belonged to one. And a blessing (and curse) that had been invoked by that same one.

Tears flooded his eyes as he remembered his days of flying, spinning... He couldn't take the thoughts anymore. He started to walk down the beach, looking at shells and other things washed up by the waves. He realized he was shirtless, and wearing a loose pair of white pants he hadn't worn since his riding days. This brought back another memory of the old days, and he forced his mind to think about some of his friends.. But then he realized that he hadn't seen them in ages. He had no idea if they were alive, if they had gone to the dark side.. If he would have to swear to kill them, or if he would volunteer to fight by their side... He wished for answers. But there was no answer....

OOC: Anyone who wants to join can And if any of the old people who I used to RP with want to make an appearance in any way, it'd be greatly appriciated. (Note the point of this was to try to get this character to meet some people, old friends and new acquaintances.)

Ayita watched the man for a while. He seemed to be sad about something and confused. What about she did not know. She continued to watch, waiting for the right chance.

Suddenly she stood and walked to him across the lonely beach. Her bare feet made no noise in the soft sand. The sunlight was beautiful but there seemed to be coldness about it, as though it was evil.
Her shadow fell over him and she spoke: "Who are you and why are you so sad?"

OOC: You know, you're right. Hardly anybody comes on now...

OOC Whats up man havn't seen you in a while.

Ioksok looked down from his seat on the back of his great red dragon. He sighed as he thought of all the things that had happend to take him to this moment. Fang interupted his thought There is an island up ahead

Looking forward to finding somthing to destroy he kicked Fang in the sides, urging him to go faster. They made the island before dark landing on the side of a rocky bluff, where the water met the rocks making a sound that resembled thunder.

ooc: tarikaa, its ur turn 2 rp on "The Dreamer" btw

Ic: Verminard scanned the area. He sensed another rider near by, a rider with a strong mind. Thalcos shifted uneasyily beneath him. Easy boy he said, patting the pure white scales. The good thing about having a white dragon was that he could wait near a cloud and as long as they kept reasonably still would look like part of the cloud. Thalcos used this now to launch out towards the new rider, and whilst he was distracted cried aloud "Peace, friend, for unless you attack me I shall keep my distance. What brings you here?" subconciously, he put wards around himself. He would not risk an attack against him go untested.

Cassiopeia liked the island, but what she didn't like was the sea.
It was cold and moved to much, she walked along the beach calmly, there was someone on this island, she wanted to meet.
"Can anybody hear me?" she called out her senses failing fir some reason.
"Can you smell anyone Luciel?" she whispered
yes
"Lead the way" she said

OOC: So ironic that I am gone right after talking about inactive people... Sorry

IC: Simoro saw the shadow fall over him, but he made no attempt to hide. He looked with his mind at the incomer; all he cared to notice was that it not his enemy, at least for now. He slowly turned to face the person. He started to open his mouth, then thought better. He sent a small show of scenes from his own life to this person, which went through thier mental defense. He showed the death of his dragon, and then the statue of Ohen, forever in stone. He hoped that they would understand. Looking about, he sensed that there were more on this island than this person and himself; he only hoped that they weren't hostile.

((don't worry about the inactiveness...I haven't posted on her for AGES! ))

Ayita frowned as the mental pictures came throuhg her barrier. A dragon, its death, a stone statue...
She understood.
"Atra esterni ono thelduin." She spoke softly, touching her fingers to her lips and bowing slightly.

OOC: I've been an active rper recently and i've opened a few topics. one's in the empire area, another's in the desert area, and Lux and I could use some help on Farelk: The Cathedral in the other adventures if anyone's interested.

IC: Wil surveyed the meeting from a nearby tree. He knew his presence stuck out like a dragon in the empire, but he did not care. He wanted to use his and Lucia's mercenary skills to the best ability, especially for these people. He had heard stories about them. They were powerful, and if they were his allies, maybe...just maybe... Daret... Wil thought. Memories of his little brother made Wil tear up. If I can help these mysterious people, and others on the island, maybe I there will be enough powerful people to storm the castle... Daret... hang on, I'm coming, little brother. He thought. Wil leapt out of the tree and walked down the beach. He held up his hand, the gedwey ignasia glowing in the bright morning sunlight. "Eka aí friai un Shur'tugal." he said, his voice cracking from the emotions overflowing his mind like a flooded river. He waited for someone to answer, or for someone else to come walking up the beach.