The Destruction of Quinsilla.....T1 (1st Board)

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A general Overview

Hello and Welcome to the first plot board Very Happy

Destruction of Quinsilla is focused in T7 on the map, namely the woodland town of Quinsilla (none of us guessed that!) And as the sign up description said it has recently been burned and destroyed by the tyrant recently come war master and rebellion "King" Zartear with his much more than potentially deadly second in command Lucien and many warriors.

So the people are being shackled up in lines and recently Zartear has ordered that they shall be forced to fight for him, work as slaves back in his home country or....be killed. The whole scene has the typical post-destruction feel and in evil clan tensions run high, the questions is have either neutral clan or good clan penetrated the forest and realised this?
There are many questions on everybody's lips some of which are when will the evil clan strike next, and where?
Now the order of roleplay represents your absolute law in posting, plots need minimal out of time posts to keep confusion and other annoying things to a minimum.

Order of Roleplay
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Important References: https://dragonscove.darkbb.com/plot-information-updates-f19/settings-reference-maps-t284.htm

MUST DO RULES:
https://dragonscove.darkbb.com/plot-information-updates-f19/the-plot-general-and-plot-specific-rules-must-read-t283.htm

Also if fighting does break out be sure to follow the combat guide, anyway I am sure we actually all know the rules but they're there anyway...

Another thing not mentioned in rules as of now, is roleplay time spans. We need to keep the roleplay in sync to a degree so that new topics with new situations are made, so we give a roleplay span and once the time in roleplay is reached the topic must be ended!
So intros are good but start practicing your outros too, as we all know it's a fulfilling feel to actually finish something Wink

In Roleplay Start: Midnight
In Roleplay End: Midday
Total Time: 12 hours

Hehe 12 hours seems like hardly anything so it's up to us how drawn out or short we make this, do not fear the time go with the flow now here comes my intro.

Let's get roleplayaliscious!

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They say to keep on living you need to have something to aim for, like a dream...Like something worth working for, to strive to get ever better.
For some it was to be infamous, to be feared, or to liberate to be a hero.
They also say that the dreams of some compose the nightmares.....that was rather true too.
The Surahnites typically were rough tough and rather disgusting people, Surahn was no country or land as much as a small province... and that was where Zartear had come from.
It was filled with violence, Lahrukin monsters plagued it so it was either eat or be eaten, the word "Humane" was next to unheard of there, and so growing up in this world stains of blood and brutality imprinted upon this young man's mind...a particularly rattling childhood forms the mind of a disturbed person.
Distorted too, distorted to think this was all perfectly okay. It's fine to burn down an innocent person's home. It's acceptable to torture other peoples hearts just because yours is nothing more than a shell. And it's perfectly okay to not give a second thought as you immerse yourself in the glory you created from your brainwashed followers or equally sinister souls.
That was the truth of the matter as the eyes of Zartear looked over with a great self-satisfied pride...Having elected himself as the to-be king of dragonscove for all it's supreme elemental energy and rallying some other power hungry commanders and leaders to aid him.
They were to become an unstoppable force here to slash the calm away in a moment.

His expression seem almost unimpressed but already in his mind the mystique of rulership had settled in and he was happier than ever before in a strange and twisted way...Watching the people chained up and hiked out back to the shore ready to be shipped away on the transport dragons, watching some of those shackled people being verbally assaulted to submit to their new lords...
Aaah it was so fulfilling.
Zartear was still very young to be taking on the challenge but was certain this would would work, he was leading it how could it possibly fail?...you could tell too in the way he walked back and forth checking destruction was running smoothly that this was a person with some ego issues.

A smug smile flashed on his face for a second as he stood at the highest point of the smoking town, in a tall stone tower looking down over his growing dominion.

Mizu flew high in the sky over the neutral territory with Akira lazing on his back. He looked around happily until he saw pillers of smoke. They were coming from an area he didn't usually care to worry about. He flapped hard in intrest waking akira from her snooze. She pulled herself up to look at what had bothered Mizu. She gasped. "Who did it? Can you tell?" She asked grpping onto Mizu's shoulders incase he went down for a look.
Mizu shook his head, "No idea really. It might be that Zartear dude." He suggested as he tilted his wings backward slowely bringing himself lower to the ground but still well above the trees. Akira leaned foward as Mizu craned his neck.
Akira had heard that a man had entered Dragons cove from one of the near by islands and that he was power hungry. Akira and Mizu weren't sure about that but looking down they knew they didn't like his methods for whatever he was doing. Akira mumbled into Mizu's ear and he shifted his wings and beggan circling a small clearing in the trees and falling lower and lower towards the ground. until they touched it silently.
Akira hopped off and snuck closeruntil she could see the town through the bushes. she clenched her teeth as she looked onseeing the people being dragged away in shackles. Onto dragons no less. She resisted the urge to ump out and confront this Zartear dude and snuck back to Mizu with a head full of thoughts.
Mizu recognized the look on akira's face and wrapped his tail around her comfortingly, "We'll figure out something." He said happily trying to empower her to change her mood.
Akira nodded and they once again took flight just above the trees to observe what was happening, though they made sure to stay near their boarder.
(how's that?)

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His blue eye and brown eye studied the land intensely. He was atop a tree, scouting it seemed, but in all actuality he was merely studying the terrain. Xaoc had not come here with him this time, both had decided it was best if the Tribal battle blood layed low for now. Lucien instinctively knew that Xaoc would be needed sooner or later. His rose scent gently drifted through the lands, though it would be hard to tell who it was from seeing as how he remained like a statue. His form completely still, one could not be sure he was even breathing at the moment.

"This is the beginning." He murmured darkly to himself, but nothing more was said, nothing more was done. For now he remained where he was, watching, waiting, and devising strategies in case something were to happen. Yes he had already made multiple ones. Each for a different scenario.

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His slender body moved gracefully in the sky of clouds and stars. The wind rushing past his body made him feel alive and that he could do anything. Something he was ready to to, was destroy for the Evil clan. A loud snicker came from his maw of red, making it sound like something bad and terrible was around. The snicker echoed through the sky, it was a kind to strike fear into anyones heart.

He hated riders to the maximum. Even if he was made to be a dragon for riding, he would eat all the riders that came near him. The thought amused him as his stomach rumbled. How he could do with food. Maybe, there might be fresh flesh on the surface.

His whole body was white and red, his wings looked like a few feathers. His blood, gives life to any one who drinks it. In the life blood dragons eyes, he thought this to be an advantage for his clan. His eyes looked bloodshot and red. He was a killing machine, on that was never to give up. If he died, his blood would be of good service.

He continued to circle above, looking for the right landing place.

his name: Agrael.

Enough gazing for one day, he needed to get further insight to how things were going. Breaking the stillness in the tower he turned away and descended down the cold spiralling stone steps, he seemed so steely-nerved as the cries, shrieks and then the quick succession of what was probably some punishment found their way into the tower and echoed...like he didn't really care. Or at least he definitely didn't for those sorts of things, Zartear had a point to prove.
He'd break the people's spirits quickly and after that they would be a strong tool to use in overcoming the island. This was his starting point and the landscape was hideous right now, but he planned to make this into a thriving---and terrifying--- city.

As walked out into the open, the haziness of smoke still clouding around him ...he saw not too far away to the west three long lines of people, each line with probably a hundred new slaves in them. And at the front a bridled black dragon with a man sitting atop it, leading off the groaning people to their new places of work.

To the north some slaves were already working on the new stone wall, to the east and south however people were still be captured. Brutally dragged to the chains and set into tri-line ranks....
All coming together perfectly, but a brief feeling of discomfort entered him. It would not be long before the first guardian's set on their way to abolish his attempts.

He swiped a torch from it's hold on the side of the tower and walked forward through the smoke and midnight darkness towards the area where people were still being captured, it appeared his guards were having some difficulty catching some vermin. How pathetic.

Akira looked down from her dragons back she was glad for the white clouds in the night sky they created a bluish area to make it easier for her mizu to blend in. She checked that her metal arm was still in fghting condition then looked over tightening her legs around mizu's neck so she could lean out farther. at the elevation they were at she could just make out a man holding a torch.
Mizu coud see better than akira and guessed this guy was the boss of the whole take over, he was about to say something when akira whispered in his ear, I think we should help those people. she kicked mizu's sword in a way that said don't try convincing her otherwise. Mizu sighed when akira made up her mind it was impossible to change. he tilted his wings and beat them to pick up the speed.
As they got closer to the ground akira clapped her hands together though it could barely be herd over the roar of wind past wings and the screams of humans. she transmuted the top of her metal arm into a blade. She then jumpped down grabbing one of mizu's front legs and slashed at the dragons that had people loading onto them. she quickly dropped onto a dragon's back as mizu lifted back into the air grabbing his sword as he did so.
akra ran up the dragons neck and onto it's nose so it could see her stick her tounge out at it and jabbed her bladed arm into it's face holding on tight prepared to get thrashed around. She was dressed in dark cloths making it hard to see her against the night sky.

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LAnding withing some trees, the life blood dragon gave a screach of arrival. The screach was high pitch and nearly defening. The dappling night on his body gave Agreal a sinister look. he gave a slight growl of agressivness, his tail flicked vioalantly behind him. A smoky substance was emmited from his nostrils, along with sparks.
He then swooped his tail, crushing everything in its way. Of course, he hadnt seen any one yet. He moved forward, his strides were silent, like a tigers strides. His eyes glimmered in whatever light was put onto them. He strode silently until he saw the commotion between Akrira and Mizu. He watched, silently from the shadows.

Late into the night, the people of Racksom had noticed smoke and the distant glow of fire over the trees and had started to become very nervous and scared about the happenings in their neighboured town. Atleon, who had been working on a better way to protect the earth stone of Racksom with some of his most valued warriors, was not immediately aware of this. Inside the walls of the building they had been working in, there was no sign of anything happening further from the windows than just a stone throw. A messenger suddenly burst into the room, only coming to a sliding halt a few metres before the prince. Disliking to be interrupted when he was in the middle of something important, Atleon shot the messenger an angry glance, but seeing the expression on the boy’s face, he realised that this was not a courtesy visit; this was serious.

Panting, the boy had trouble to formulate the words, but he managed to whisper “F..Fire!” Immediately, Atleon was up on his feet, sending one of his men out to see what the messenger had meant by this. He himself strode over to another table to get some water for the boy. The latter gulped down the liquid in large portions, finally catching his breath as well, though still unable to form a coherent sentence. “Sir, there is fire! People are scared! Smoke and light everywhere! Quinsilla!” Atleon nodded, then thanked the boy and sent him away to rest. In the meantime, his own man had come back in to confirm. “Quinsilla is under attack it seems. Then the rumours were true after all,” the warrior mused. The prince nodded, lost in thoughts. This was not a good sign, not at all. It had started much earlier than he had it imagined, too. Most other people he had shared his worries with, had thought he was over-reacting and nothing would happen, but now he had been proven right. The protection he had been working on was far for being complete and now the stone was without the additional protection that he had adjudged necessary in case of an attack.

“Let the others know! Send a messenger back to Mirrahl! Prepare everything!” he commanded, his men listening intently. “I will leave Racksom in your hands while I ride over to Quinsilla to inspect the gravity of the situation. Should anything happen, you know what to do.” And with that, he turned and hurried over to the stables to get a horse. Since the death of his dragon and his refusal to ever mount one ever again, he had switched over to horses but had never gotten attached to a single one. Ramming his feet into the horse’s flanks, he forced it into a gallop as soon as they were out of the town. Trees were flying by and occasionally a branch hit Atleon in the face, but he didn’t seem to notice. His mind was set on reaching Quinsilla as quickly as possible and to hopefully gain enough information so as to prevent the situation from escalating any further. If only he had seen this coming earlier. He might have been able to prevent it, or at least to warn and prepare Quinsilla’s people.

Such a quiet night, the slight breeze of the wind and all was peaceful. In Vitreasa's dreams that was. Breathing lightly, her eyes slowly opened as the smell of smoke entered her nostrils. Raising her head, her vision was blurred from suddenly waking up, but it soon cleared and she was able to see the problem. The cave she was lying in for some reason had the smell of smoke about it. Finally deciding to check out what was going on, the purple Guardian dragon lifted her tired body from the floor and wandered outside, only to get the shock of her life.

Right before her eyes, in the town of Quinsilla was filled with burning and destruction. Normal humans; parents and children alike being forced into lines to do work. About a hundred people stould in each line, which were getting lead off to someplace to start their new work. Were these people slaves? Not even believing her eyes, Vitreasa could only stand there hopelessly as a bunch of groaning people were forced against their will. Thinking to herself, she could only think of one person to have the heart to do this. "No," she mumbled. He couldn't have done this. Afterall, he is a dragon slayer. He would never even dream of working on the same side as us unless he had a really good reason...

Taking flight into the sky, she snorted slightly as the hazinness of the smoke lingered about her body. She had to find out what on earth these people were doing. Flapping her purple wings, Vitreasa glided over the terrible scene. Some of the now called slaves were building a wall. Was this the beginning of some sort of empire? Not knowing what to do, she opened her large mouth and let out a bellowing roar. A roar that made a few stop and look up. Maybe a sign of hope to the slaves? But Vitreasa couldn't stop thinking to herself, thinking that this was only the beginning. And as far as she could tell, she was the only Guardian dragon to know about this whole situation at that moment in time.

Zartear's eyes glittered with annoyance, his sped up his pace to more of a determined walk as he approached some of the disorganized guards, but before a word could escape his mouth a dragon had swooped down and a girl landed atop one of the slave-driving dragon's nose...It snorted angrily whipped it's head to the right then ferociously to the left before lowering it's jaw to roar it's painfully loud roar...It was no doubt a very very large dragon, okay they definitely weren't the smartest of dragons but that made their sheer power all the more harnessable for Zartear's army to use...Still this girl was going to try her luck from what he could see and the guards couldn't even rid him of this pest.

Didn't he always have to take things into his own hands?
"You there!" He bellowed skyward, the dragons head towered high and the girl was on top of that from what he could see.
He then shot a fiery glare to one of the dragon-keepers...Without a word spoken the man hopped to his feet and wheeled around some kind of a mechanism....reeling in the chains that bridled the dragon to force it's head to dip. The dragon hissed in protest trying to push it back up and then flick off Akira, but more keepers came to operate the pulls and refuse the dragon's power.
From what he could see the dragon's head was coming to a more reasonable height, even if the posture of the bent neck didn't look to healthy, neither did the dragon's mood.
Zartear thought to himself silently...
And why must there always be one want-tobe-never going-tobe heroine? When that works I'll chew through my arm
"I haven't the time to deal with you girl; make yourself disappear or of course...... we can offer you a job we think suitable for your..."type"" He snorted as if viewing her like an alien specimen, with an impatient look.
Well, a few extra slaves like her and a few less future professional dragon riders (and part time hero/time wasters) was always a good thing in his eyes.
Zartear had things to do, dreams to fulfill....and hopes to shatter, enemies to decimate.

akira gripped tighter as the dragon was forceably lowered once she could see the man she glared but when he offered a job she raised an eyebrow. She pulled her dimond covered iron blade out of the dragons face. and stood as mizu lowered closer to the ground, going by a silent almost unoticable sign between them, but definately not understandable. Though still out of the reach of humans. Akira put on a look of intrest but didn't leave the dragon's nose. "oh? what kind of work?" she asked acting intrested. She patted the dragon in appology and watched the slaves thinking curses to herself.

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The fight had lost his intrests. Instead, her blundered through the undergrowth to reveal himself. The sinister look in his eye showed that he was a creature of malice. He gave a slight roar before looking to the Human and dragon. His head bowed in respect to them before he Started to speak... In a slow, drooling and Menacing voice "It has been a while since i have seen someone nearly kill a dragon.... Yet... Should you be doing that... There are houses to burn."

He had totally missed the job phrase, He was jumping the gun. However, Agrael didnt give two hoots. The red parts on his body gave a slight glow. Giving a evil smirk to the pair, he waited for an answer.

However, something caught his ears. The Roar of a dragon.... a dragon on good prehaps? He didnt know. But it was crucial that it was destroyed. He turned his attention back to the pair infront of him. Smoke was whisping from his nostrils, a sence for action came over him. True, He DID want to go andkill some people, but not until he prperly made his aquatince with the Dragon and Human. Maybe, it would be good to be on their good side.

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Atleon repressed an outcry of pain as a larger branch hit him full force on his cheek, creating a little wound. Still urging the horse to utmost speed, he started to get a really bad feeling about the whole situation. Something seemed so not right about this and it came at a very bad time as well. Not many people were really prepared for a battle, not even the soldiers themselves. Despite the rumours, people had been taking the supposed threat lightly and thus, if this really was an attack on Quinsilla, then a lot of people would have a bad aftertaste of too rashly made decisions once the news started spreading. The prince shook his head. How many times had he warned his fellow country men that they should not take rumours simply for someone giving a vivid imagination expression. They should take it for what they were, a figment of the truth, twisted around in order to sound more impressive and dramatic. Every rumour and every legend had its source in reality, as small and insignificant as that detail might sometimes be.

Slowly, Atleon's nose caught the smell of fire and smoke. At first it was very faint and the smell of burned wood he was catching up on could have meant anything. There could be a lot of reasons why a fire had broken out. A careless housewife, a traveler ignoring how easily dry grass can catch fire, a child playing around with things it's not supposed to.. Trying to convince himself that nothing seriously threatening had happened in Quinsilla, Atleon soon realised that he was trying to deceive himself. Quickly, he gave up on that tiny shimmer of hope as the smell of burned flesh started to mix with the smell of burned wood. A shudder went down the prince's spine and he couldn't help but shake himself a little to get rid of the nasty feeling in his guts, which was now getting stronger than before. The movement had thrown him off balance a little, so that he was no longer flowing along with the horse's movements. At least now he realised that he was straining the horse over its capabilities; hence, he reined it in a little so the animal would be able to catch its breath slightly, before he would press on to a quicker pace again.

Still circling the area, Vitreasa's eyes scanned every last nook and cranny she could see from the sky. Giving two mighty flaps of her wings, she landed upon a small cliff edge which over-looked the whole of Quinsilla. Flying in these conditioned wasn't the best thing, for everytime she moved forwards at a relatively slow speed, the smoke would irritate her. 'If there is a fire stay low down' little children would be told by their parents. 'The smoke isn't as thick there.' Vitreasa was doing quite the opposite, for if she flew too low down to the ground, who knows who could see her. The leader of all of this? Some dragons watching out and ready to attack anyone good they saw? Yes,the haziness may lesson, but thst would be the only good thing. She didnt even know how much had been prepared. The invasion could be so developed that it's almost ready to move onto the next town to conquor that, or maybe this was the only town they were going to target? Vitreasa honestly had no idea. All she knew was that she was here and unable to provide any help for the saves...for now.

As she looked out the town, anger began to fill her. 'This island was not meant to be ruled,' she continued to say to herself in her mind. But what should she do next? Attacking all of this on her own was useless. Tell another Guardian dragon? No, they would find out soon enough, she had to start to prevent the problem. But first, she had to find the ruler...the leader of all this. Because if she could stop him, then she could stop all of this and stop it from getting any worse.

"Ha, what did you think I meant little girl?" He smiled in a lazy fashion..."Oh please don't say you thought I meant any kind of serious work? No, your kind is very well used when under my chains...guards, remove her....she's impeding my progress" He smiled and nodded sharply to her, as the guards began working the winches again closing the gap between themselves and Akira. Most of them didn't actually appreciate the fact she was actually from the "good" clan, probably because she only looked -and was- twelve years old.
To them it was just yet another addition to the growing groaning lines of slaves.
Feeling he had washed his hands clean of this he walked away with his torch held high through the bustle, but his peace in the mind was disturbed, he could hear the sounds of wingbeats in the distance...And something wasn't feeling right.
One of the men looked bout anxiously posted at the far reaches, Zartear of course could not see him, but the guard on the lookout could see something firing through the trees...
It'd be a night for fireworks indeed, Zartear stood in the centre again seeing all ran smoothly--or as smoothly as enslavement could go-- in the night, the crackle of fire was the only sound.
The weeping was blotted out, but he'd soon have to wake-up, these new arrivals were going to ause a little more than a minor stir.

"Hold your horses dragon." she answered

"What? I don't get paid? A neutral clan bounty hunter? With no pending jobs?" she lied shrugging confidently, "I guess I refuse." She stuck out her tounge and whooped happily jumping onto Mizu's back as he swung down. Akira grabbed her sword splitting it with alchemy and holding a blade in each hand. She leaned down swinging her two blades at the guards while mizu swung his bladed tail at another.

Akira then did a barrelroll slicing through some of the slaves chains she hollored in exhileration, but it was reall just to annoy the guards. She knew soon enough she would have to think through her actions as she attracted more attention.

She then slowed Mizu and hovered in the air shouting to the head hauncho slowely, like an after thought, "By the way, what "type." am I?"

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Agreal was deeply confused. The pairs actions inront of him showed that they might not be of the evil sort. He cursed there stupidity and looked around. "should i eat the prisoners?" He asked himself with and evil grin. He looked at the chained up people. THey looked scared. Agreal hadnt a care. He brathed fire straight at them.

He gave a roar into the sky. It was smoky, but he could put up with it.

Deciding that the horse needed a little more of a break than simply slowing the pace in order to be able to manage the whole distance in a short time span, Atleon wanted to rein in the horse even more. However, before he could do so, a wild boar suddenly came bursting out of the undergrowth, snorting in fear, and seemingly coming straight towards them. Panic was stamped all across its attitude. The horse immediately got on its hind legs, neighing in panic and wildly throwing its hooves through the air. The reins were useless at this moment in time, no reaction was to be gotten out of the horse. It blindly starting storming away from the boar, away again from the direction of Quinsilla, and thus throwing Atleon behind in his travels.

He was cursing under his breath but he could only let the horse run itself out a little before he could even try to put it back on track. The animal's body was heating Atleon from underneath like a glowing fire. It was exhausted already, its whole body covered in sweat, the flanks rising quicker than they should. Slowly, Atleon was beginning to worry. What kind of horse did i get into my hands here?! It was going to kill itself if it didn't stop. And he would be stranded in the middle of a forest in the middle of the night, a thought that didn't appeal to him much. He was forcing the reins onto the horse now, its mouth would be bleeding, but it needed to stop running itself into its death. Very slowly, the reaction came, until the horse realised that its rider was actually commanding it to do something else.

Forcing the animal to cut a tight circle around itself, Atleon finally got the horse back under control and immediately got out of the saddle. He was in desperate need now to find a few larger leaves to clean up the horse a little otherwise it would get colics, yet another thing he really did not need now. It was bad enough he was wasting his time here with a stupid animal instead of making his way to Quinsilla to have a look at the crime scene - so to speak.

Not knowing what to do next, Vitreasa simply stood and watched over the edge of the cliff. Looking to see if she could find the leader in all of this, but her eyes only met that of pain of the slaves. Nothing like this had happene din a long, long time. But was this only the beginning? Eventhough this whole thing was still small-scale, it sure looked as though alot of planning had gone into it. Looking up at the moon, glistening in the sky, Vitreasa wondered to herself about how many other people would be looking at the same spot. Thinking the same thing. Wondering the same dream. Hoping the same hope. But only time could tell now.

Despite their chians being "sliced" the slaves seemed rather bewildered, it wasn't like they could even make a break for it, some were considering but their notions were silenced by the stares of the guars, othes looked questioningly to Akira herself...
Zartear was trying just to dismiss her, but er persistent chirping in the background made that impossible. Still no need to lose your supreme-dictator-cool...
"Type? Oh you're just a slave really, and please...Stop showing off to the guards, you are making quite a fool of yourself little girl." In his typical manner he didn't even bother to look her way, he just made a distant hand gesture to the guards...They came marching forward to Akira...One with some shackle chains gripped tightly another approaching her from behind ready to capture her. "Don't struggle, there really is no point." Zartear then said again, still looking away from her, but he smiled to himself.

Soon though he heard a shrieking of the slaves as the life blood dragon torched them with his flames, but Zartear despite them being his slaves didn't actually react negatively to the dragon, on the contrary. Life blood dragons did need their suffice of blood so denying them this would only render them either useless or enraged. Neither of which very appealing versus just a few lost slaves.
Convinced he had dealt with the girl, he then made his way toward the life blood dragon and observed h
im calmly. All in all, Zartear seemed to be doing very little besides supervising, sending a few orders, clapping the hands and making the ripostes.
"Dragon, have you had your fill?" He asked, the distraught faces of the people seemed to barely register as they danced on the hard thirsty dust of the ground.

Still, there was backup from goodclan arriving...Some officials, and he still didn't know yet.

akira cursed the stuck out her tounge and whizzed higher into the air above the clouds of smoke, "Your guards are rather stupid wouldn't you agree?" she stopped quickly in the air, unbeknownsed to her she was right next to the cliff and Vitreasa, for she had shut her eyes calming herself. This would probably going to be the biggest fight of her life.

Mizu sensed the change in atitude and changed is flight pattern into a more careful stance. The noisy wind around them quited as she prepard herself. Akira chuckled, "I got an early birthday pesent." Mizu nodded as he darted down towards Zartear and the life blood dragon. she aimed her blades at Zartear while Mizu aimed a small jet of flames at the blood dragon, before swooping up and out of reach again.

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"You think i have had a fill, Slave?" He asked rather rudely as he looked around with his gleeming eyes. *how dare this slave talks to ME like that* He thought with a cringe. How he hated slaves. How he hated everything to do with the wreched human kind. Flames that sill burned around him, made all of his features look wonderful and menacing. But he didnt care.

Some of the slaves moaned and one was crying for the loss of her friend. The one who talked to him seemed to have courage beyond all measure. His tail swished back and fourth slightly as he took in the sence of destruction. A feeling he had, long ago, started to love the feeling. However, This had a sence of power to it. One that only a dragon like him could love.

He looked at the one who had spoken to him. "Nothing can satisfy my Taste forPain, For blood.... For Distruction " He said maliciously. His horns flared as he bellowed another roar into the air.

Under his breath, Atleon was cursing like a demon, newly kicked out of hell to inspect heaven. It was a disgraceful feeling to be standing around in the middle of nowhere rubbing off a horse instead of doing his royal duties. So much could be done, so much needed to be done and there was absolutely no time to waste, at all. The more he thought about it, the harder he rubbed the leaves against the horse's body to dry it off. The horse started to move away, disliking the rather harsh treatment it was getting. "Stand still, stupid animal," Atleon grunted, knowing full well that it was his own fault.

Having rubbed off most of the sweat, though the animal was still not completely calmed down, Atleon decided to start walking into the direction of Quinsilla again, not mounting the horse but leading the horse while walking next to it. Movement was important otherwise it would cool down too quickly and actually get sick. The whole situation made the same thoughts reoccur in Atleon's mind over and over again, although he knew there was nothing to be done about it. He had to deal with the fact that he was losing precious time.

The prince wondered, while marching down a path he had discovered, the horse only two steps behind him, whether his men had already managed to alert somebody that would actually listen to what they were saying. Whether somebody would follow him to Quinsilla to see for themselves and maybe try to reduce damage. Sadly, he didn't quite believe himself that anyone from Racksom would care to venture to the neighbouring town to inspect what was really happening. They would probably prefer seeing to defend their own things than to help others regain what they have lost. He shook his head. It was understandable to a certain degree, as Racksom was a rather important city and people didn't know or understand what was happening. In addition to this, it was bordering on neutral clan territory and it was a known fact the the neutrals preferred not to get involved in anything. He continued to mutter to himself, as it had always helped to clear his mind and order his thoughts, while stubbornly continuing his way south.

The air was filled with the sound of several roars from different dragons below. Vitreasa didn't know where to look, or even if she wanted to look. What could she do? Who knew, but she had to get her thoughts straight in her head. It should be morning soon...well, maybe not soon but atleast it was later than she had hoped. The purple Guardian dragon let out a shiver as the wind whipped past her scales. Deciding to scout again, she took off high up into the air. Managing not to go too high, for she wasn't in the mood to battle against the cold. Her great wings beat slowly against the chilling air. Afterall, she had to store her energy incase she needed it for later. She was getting slightly used to the sight of which she was seeing now. Vitreasa actually got used to things quite quickly, unlike her friend...but still, it wasn't something she wished to get used to. Yet she would have to put up with it.