Dragon Academy RP IC

[zharnash]

Zharnash's perspective:
'Hello my name is Juan Blood scythe, and you would be?', the student Zharnash had approached asked.
'I'm Zharnash, though there are some who call me the Flamestorm', Zharnash replied, 'I hope we can get along while here...' He carried on following the banner to the barracks, making small talk as he went, but in the back corner of his mind he was busy starting another conversation. 'looks like our stay here won't be so dull after all' he sent to Khortux

Khortux's perspective
'looks like our stay here won't be so dull after all' came a whisper in Khortux's mind. He sighed out load and decided to actually respond to Zharnash's comment 'No it doesn't, we have much to learn, both from teachers and from fellow students.' in a way Khortux had always viewed the erstwhile mage as his apprentice, after all, Zharnash continually asked questions since they had partnered. 'there are dragons here the likes of which I had never even dreamed of, even observing them is fascinating.' Khortux decided to try this 'socialising' thing he had heard dragons sometimes do, and tried to approach the nearest dragon, but found himself pausing and unable to make the jump to talk to them. He sighed inwardly and lay down, enjoying the sun by himself, content to soak up the atmosphere for the moment.

[the red soldier]

Arachna Grim, Muort

Arachna made her way to her squad house, she ignored everyone else as the slithery snake dragon followed behind her. "Hoo, such an interesting place..." Arachna just smirked, the sight of the other humans seemed to annoy her. "They all seem so weak." She said aloud as she lifted her golden claymore to her shoulder. The slithery being zigzagged on the floor infront of her. "Ha but looks can be deceiving..." Arachna knew that Muort would be smiling sinisterly if he had a mouth. "Pfft. Please. Some of them don't even have the guts to come talk to me."
"Hmm... Noticed him too... Lets give him a scare..." Arachna just smirked as she nodded her head.

Heading towards Dailain, Claymore hanging on her shoulder as her dragon slowly slithered behind her, Arachna walked right in front of Dailain, slamming her claymore in the ground as it impaled in it, one hand on its hilt (Similar to her pick). "Noticed you were staring, what do you want whelp?" Muort started slithering around Arachna, he seemed to roll around Arachna's feet/legs as his head raised next to Arachna's. "Not planning anything... sinister are you?"

[furon117]

Juan

"Well Flamestorm I don't think getting along will be a problem...", walking with him to the banner and talking to him he asked him a question, "What are you here to learn?, I'm here to train as a battle mage.

Obsidian
"Aye, I to know that feeling, not once among me and my partners travels have I ever come across another nightmare dragon, from what I've heard I'm might just be one of the last ones", his spikes and claws flashed red as he recalled the looks of fear he elicited from people along he and Juan's travels, the shock he received when he learned he might just be the last of his kind. "So what things are unique to you do?, I can turn things to obsidian, hence my name, I can also create a black fog around me an my rider".

[y7h65]

Geist, Darius's POV
Geist shrugged. "I'm fast. Oh and I have what can basically equate to as swords for wing edges.. and I can move quickly in tight spaces. Not hindered by trees in forests. Hell I'd probably do better in a forest and on ground then most of the other dragons here. Also, I can't fly. I can only glide." He suddenly saw someone out the corner of his eye. "Well, it was nice meeting you Obsidian. I've got to go do something else."Geist moved away from Obsidian as he noticed Arachna and Muort. Geist quickly made his way to Darius, who was standing near a tree, by himself and in the shade. "Hey. Check it out. I'm not the only rarity here." Darius only grunted in agreement. "Gonna go see how he's like. Wanna follow?" Darius shook his head negative. "Come on. Sitting around in armor all the time is bad for you. You may as well just listen in on the conversation." Darius once again shook his head negative. A few minutes later, Darius finally caved in and relented. The pair made their way to Dalian, Arachna, and their partners. Geist bowed his head a bit as he entered the group. "Hello. I am Geist Nightwalker and my partner Darius Night. And who may you four be?"

[the red soldier]

Arachna, Muort

As the knight like figure and his dragon came along, Muort untangled from around Arachna as he slithered around the new arrivals. "Land Wyvern... Not a normal one at that..." He said, curiously yet sinisterly. "I go by Muort the Trickster... Not a chosen name mind you but the tone behind it is... fascinating..." Arachna though ripped her claymore from the ground, lifting it seemingly effortlessly for the size of it. "I am Arachna Grim, daughter of Morr and Azza Grim, no doubt you have heard of them as they probably killed someone you knew in one way or another." She still stared at Dailain as she used her free hand to adjust the dark crown she was wearing. "And who might you be? A fancy noble who bought fancy armor and thinks he's all that or have you earned the right to wear that armor?"

[y7h65]

Geist, Darius's POV
Geist chuckled. "Trickster huh? can't wait to hear how that title was awarded." Darius shook his head negatively when Arachna asked him about his armor. Geist coughed and spoke up. "No, he's not a noble. We used to be bounty hunters, and made a particularly large sum from bringing in a well known criminal. Darius bought the armor as a replacement for the cloaks and leather armor he'd been wearing. He has a skin condition that forces him to be covered for most of the day. That and his status as an orphan made him somewhat an outcast in his original village." Darius nodded positively as Geist spoke. "You'll have to pardon him. He's not a speaker." Darius nodded along. "That's a nice claymore you got there. How much did it cost?"

[the red soldier]

Arachna, Muort

Arachna chuckled a bit with a grin on her face. "Good then, I dont need useless nobles thinking that because they have fancy equipment they can take on the world, only for me to knock some sense into them." "They usually end up not breathing though..." "Well, they learn a bit of sense before dying. Its better then none at all." Then the dragon asked about the claymore. "The claymore is a gift dragon. A right of passage in some ways." She lifted it up to inspect it. "A gift from my father for my first dragon slaying. I chose it from his personal collection." "Which he found in a dragons treasure when he slew his first I might add... Family traditions are so fascinating, dont you agree?"

[y7h65]

Geist, Darius's POV
Geist chuckled while Darius shrugged nonchalantly. "I'd myself agree to that, but Darius'd have to disagree. He himself doesn't know much about his own family, let alone their traditions. But anyways, why would the child of two of the greatest heroes in the war go to the Dragon Academy? Wouldn't you learn more from your parents?"

[the red soldier]

Arachna, Muort

Muort seemed to chuckle a bit. "Another family tradition... Getting kicked out of the house." Arachna punched Muort on the side of the head and gave him a cold stare. "We are BERSERKERS! What else is there to learn then how to swing a big effing sword and going into an unstoppable bloodlust!" Muort laughed again, spinning around Arachna. "Berserker are notorious for there short... life spans." Arachna punched Muort again on the side of the head. "Shut it mut."

(Note: She actually has a fighting technique and stance and training but she just doesn't notice it)

[Laij]

"Nothing is unstoppable. And to answer your questions from before." Dailain looked Arachna dead in the eye, his green eyes shining. "I was admiring your armor and your weapon. And my name is not "whelp". It is Dailain Lightfeet." He looked from Arachna to Darius and back again. "Nice to meet you both, but I think we have to follow our group leader so we don't get lost.

With that, he walked past Arachna and kept moving forward thinking to himself. "Well, at least I talked to her."

Syra was laying on her back at the courtyard, rubbing it on the grass she was laying on. There had been formed a big space around her, as some of the dragons thought she was crazy, but eventually a dragon came and announced that the dragons who hadn't gone along with their companions should follow them to their residence. It was the same thing again, they gathered around a banner and then threw themselves up in the air. Some of the dragons that couldn't fly was led by a soldier.

[zharnash]

Zharnash:
'I too am here to study in the arts of magic, though my current knowledge is far from unimpressive. I aim to deepen my knowledge of the arcane arts, in particular relating to dragons. I aim to become a dragon mage, one of the Magi that bond with their dragons on an almost subconscious level to the betterment of their partnership.' Zharnash carried on walking, ducking below the archway on the barrack doors as he went. Temporarily awed by the incredible architecture of the building, he stepped hurriedly inside, trying to find where he would be saying.

Khortux:
upon instructions from the leading dragon, Khortux took to the sky, the wind rushing pat his wings, he felt alive again. 'I'm leaving for the dragons quarters now, I shall be needing sleep, so no more questions' he shot over to zharnash. Surprised at the lack of response, he realised zharnash was busy.'actually socialising with people eh, always thought he prefered books myself' Khortux mused

[Volgaia]

"Bwoah!" Aeryn's dragon caught Shane completely off guard, "Err... nice to meet the two of you." he added once he had his composure back. 'Dragons can speak?' he started thinking to himself. 'That's odd. I've been with Yowan for a couple years now, and she's never talked to me before.' Shane looked over to Yowan, who merely stared back at him. A short staring contest ensued, which Shane lost due to giving up out of boredom. He turned back to the other students that were grouped up.

While Shane was busy collecting his thoughts, one of the academy soldiers approached him. "Pardon me, but I'm here to escort your dragon to her residence." Shane looked over at Yowan again; her head was lowered to the ground. "Sure, just give me one minute." he said, walking over to Yowan. "Hey, don't worry about it. You and me both have to get used to this place."
he patted Yowan's head. "I'll be sure to come and find you when I can. Just promise me that you'll try to be social, for once." He waited until Yowan shrugged, her usual form of acknowledging something, before turning to the soldier. "Okay then, she's all yours." The soldier nodded and walked past the group. Yowan slowly got up and followed suit, keeping pace with the guard. All Shane could do is sigh. "Well... I'm on my own again, for the first time in a long while."

[zharnash]

Khortux:
'Hail Jenova, they call me Khortux, a gold dragon from the far north, one of the few of my breed left. Me and my partner have travelled far to attend this academy on a recommendation from our previous tutors, and nothing can stop my erstwhile charge from more learning.' The dragon climbed higher as he conversed, heading towards the dragons quarters, wondering what the new day would bring.

[Prometheus]

Aeryn's POV
Aeryn noticed that Shane seemed surprised by Nerus, like he'd never heard a dragon speak, or maybe he saw a ghost, or cake. You could never be too careful with cake. "Nice to meet you too." Nerus said, and turned to Aeryn. "Well, I'm going to go see my new living quarters. Remember the rules we set, Aeryn, I don't think that the teachers here would take too kindly to your pranks."
"But that's what makes them fun! Oh well, I'll be okay." He remembered the rules, but what were rules for except for breaking? He would defintely have to be more careful here, though. Even though sane people couldn't see everything as clear as he could, they weren't stupid either. He wondered what kind of classes they'd be taking here. He'd ask someone when he got to the baracks. "Tick tock tick tock" he began to say to himself as he continued waking. He hoped his room would be green. He liked green.

Nerus' POV
After reminding Aeryn of the rules, he took off, following some dragons (Khortux, and Jenova) that seemed to know where they were going. He was a bit worried as he flew, he knew Aeryn would pull something, but what he would do he couldn't imagine. He approahed the dragons he was following. "So, do you know what we're going to be doing here?" he asked.

[Ranalf]

((Okay, that's enough talking. Time to move on. ))

Talia watched for a bit she had laughed a bit at the nudgethen said to Shane, "Anyway, my name's Talia. Nice to meet you, Shane." she said and looked ahead. Just then, Group Thorin's barracks came into view. As the group walked on towards it, Arcks stopped at the door and waiting there. "Here we are, but first, we're supposed to do some basic training to test you all. Mostly basics, Running, Push-ups, exercise in general. It's some kind of protocall. First, I need you all to hand over your weapons, even any of your hidden weapons if you have any." he said, motioning towards the weapon racks near the door and the few soldiers near them. Once the weapons were put on the racks, they would be carried inside. Talia just looked at the set up slightly and shrugged. She took her bow off her back along with her quiver. Arcks had his arms crossed and was ready to take out his sword and shield. He had seen students swing their weapons at the squad leader, sometimes injuring them. He had no reason not to expect the same, though, he doubted they would try it.

Salia had barely made it back to the courtyard before the dragons had taken off and she followed close behind. Arno had done the same and was currently behind some talking dragons (Nerus, Khortux, and Jenova), not talking at all and just looking down at the passing scenery.