IC: From Dream to Reality

[Alexa Moroveston]

Llewel woke up and frowned. Something had troubled her dreams again. It was as if for the last fortnight she had wakened in the morning with the feeling she should be doing something, but she wasn't sure what.

Sliding her legs out of bed and onto the floor she let her heels brush comfortingly against the sword she had laid there last night, like every night before. But this morning was different. Bending down till she could see under the bed, she noticed something behind her sword in the shadows of the mattress. She slid off the bed to her knees and pulled her own blessed sword out only to find a wrapped bundle behind it. She pulled it out and unrolled it to find a short sword in a sheath of leather studded with beautiful emeralds. Laying it on the bed she took the hilt as if to draw it, but it seemed to her as if she always held it before. Drawing it out slowly, she noticed strange runes on the blade. She slid the metal home again into its leather case and re-wrapped it. Better to pull such things out and examine them in places more guarded than her own bedroom.

She got dressed swiftly and buckled her own sword to her hip. Once the thigh tie was knotted she took up the bundle with the strange blade in it and made her way out of her room, locking it behind her and noting it had been locked when she woke. No one had broken in.

She made her way thru the common room int he barracks, nodding now and then to a greeting from guards coming and going during change of shift and headed out into the courtyard and across to the practice salle. She went in and went to one of the practice benches against the wall. Noting no one was about, and probably wouldn't be for at least several more candle marks, she opened the bundle once more. But this time, as she took the handle of the strange sword, her own sword hummed softly against her leg as if vibrating with the knowledge of what she held. She drew the strange sword out all the way and looked at it in the streaming sunlight coming thru the many windows around the practice ring. The runes were the same as those on her sword. Whispering to herself she read the familiar characters. "'With this sword, let Magic make three. The Triumvirate set, a blessed trinity.' Three? How ..." He eyebrows rose and she gasped as her hand shook to the point she had to set the blade down on the bench lest she dropped it. "Of course... Excalibur...Nicarus...." She patted the sword on her leg affectionately. "And who are you?"

She closed her eyes a moment and listened to the hum of her own sword. Caressing the blade of the strange sword sh felt her lips begin to move and softly a single coherent word came from the syllables she was uttering. ".......Mythrina......." She opened her eyes and smiled. "That's your name isn't it?" Suddenly both swords stopped vibrating and lay cold and silent where they were. She frowned. Why was this happening now? Did it have to do with the dreams? Was she supposed to find the owner of the third sword? She sheathed and re-wrapped the sword and hurried into the back work room where the practice blades and things were kept. Stashing it deep behind and under a pile of old swords and practice leathers, she frowned and left the salle to make her morning rounds. "Someone else will find it and make the journey. I am happy here. I don't want to find more heart ache." She sighed and went on her rounds wondering if she should mention it to anyone and deciding against it.

Llewel
Protector

[Alexa Moroveston]

Llewel had spent the day doing everything she usually did; from practice with the guards, to a wander thru the posts to gather daily reports. She even had lunch with the other Captains and discussed the bandit situation the boat docks to Avalon were suffering from. By the time she headed to her room to sleep, she had completely forgotten the strange sword and the events of the morning.

Going thru her evening routine and getting ready to sleep, she hummed an ancient lullaby. One she hadn't realized she had nearly forgotten till the tune took over and the soft smile on her lips settled.

Moving to the bed as the lullaby came to an end, she moved her own sword from the coverings to the floor and was about to slide it under the edge of the bed when the hum happened again. Her sword vibrated in her grasp and she bent down to discover the other sword laying on the wooden floorboards where it had been that morning.

"Now where did you come from?" She frowned. She left it there and crawled into bed pondering how it had gotten into her locked room without her knowledge.

That night she dreamt of a place where her own sword lay on a table with its point towards the center. One two other seating places were the swords Excalibur and her strange sword Mythrina. The three of them, points touching, hilts parted in a triangle, were laying on a table of colored woods and there was a design on it she couldn't make out.

Waking in a sweat she found both swords laying on the bed on either side of her. "I need to go..." was all she whispered as the false dawn crept in her window while she padded from her bed and began to dress.

By the time the sun had kissed the horizon and the guards outside were changing shifts, Llewel was packed and heading down the hall towards the back door. Passing the Captain's office she let him know she would be gone on a mission for a while and was unsure when she would be returning. Given who she was, he was not phased and merely wished her a safe travel.

Mounting her horse less than a few candle marks later, she headed down to the beach and caught the ferry off Avalon and back towards the mainland.

She knew she was on the right path when the humming between the twin blades, now on her hip and strapped to her back, ceased and became quiet as if telling her she was going right.

She didn't know where she was going, only that she had to be there...

... and soon.


Llewel
Protector

[Fiamma Bella]

There it was.... a tug. She felt it throughout the night, a strange sensation for one such as she. only her connection to Kiante, the Lady of the Lake had ever pulled her in such a way. That was a long time ago by her reckoning. The great golden dragon lifted her head to peer outside the cave she enjoyed when she was in this form. Her sparkling vibrant chocolate eyes squinted in the bright sun. Beyond the cave, a land beautiful beyond imagination, Camelot. Fiamma Bella had watched over it for some time in Kiantes absense. From her cave and sometimes from the sky she watched over the people who had become somewhat used to having no real leader. They went on about their days, working thier jobs, eating thier dinners, getting back to the roots of them. Perhaps one day, leadership would emerge to pool the resources of this beautiful kingdom and keep it safe. Fia could only hope.

This was a fine morning for one of her famous outings. The people always looked to the sky when she flew by, the familiar beat of her wings and the roar in her belly did not scare them, but rather comforted them. With a single leap she began to fly wings pumping in time to the music only she could hear. She missed her mate on mornings like this, when the air smelled sweetest and the sun shone brightest. he was still grieving she supposed. Having never lost the connection to Kiante, she could never understand the loss he faced when Kalyssien was murdered. When Drak went away to grieve, she let him, known Up and up she went before twirling and diving back down then an extension of her wings and WHHOOSH she began flying straight again. Fiamma flew throughout the lands enjoying the summer day, but still the tug remained, ever pulling her from her revere. She frowned.

There was nothing left to do but follow the impulse, let it guide her. Instead of continuing on her path she flew every morning, she made a wide circle and flew in the opposite direction. As she ascended to a higher atmosphere, she felt the tug grow more acute. Fiamma knew she was doing the right thing. Her heart became to beat wildly as she made her way further and further from the center of Camelot. She was close and she knew it. Fia slowed down and landed some 200 yards away from the shores of Camelot that bordered the gates of Avalon. Ah how well she knew these lands too. Many times she had met Kiante at the shores or even flew through the mists to the lovely Isle. As she landed with a bright golden flash of light, a woman appeared. Dressed in a deep gold, the skirts flowing around her ankles. Her blonde curls cascading softly down her back. Here was where she was to wait. For what she did not know, but she approached the banks of the shore and waited.

[Odin's Bard]

[align=center]The ancient powers of Fae and God
Looked down upon the mortal man
They saw that man had lost his way
From honour truth and glory
As such a place was made afar
From grief and pain and lies
So that the old ways of courage and truth
Would have a place to fly...

Between the worlds
Of man and fae
A realm was born of truth
Where all who came were honour bound
And magic reigned in sooth

But man is man and as man does
He falls along the way
The dreams of gods, of truth and hope
Were Simply blown away.[/align]

Camelot, a gift from gods and fae alike to man, the bastion of the elder ways, of ancient Gods and fae alike, given into the hands of an ancient family to hold in trust, to guard and protect so that the old ways would forever have a home rooted in trust, honour and truth.

Sadly... Those given rulership, fell astray from the ideals, angels, the enemies of the old, distrust, infidelity and lies grew in the bosom of the gilded walls until finally death strode in and with a single kiss, ended the life of the last true king. For a short time, Oberon, King of the Fae and Luthor, former king whom had slept awaiting the need held sway, but even they could not stop the entwining tides of destiny that had planted the tiny seeds of corruption that grew and slowly broke the dream held within the pearlescent walls.

Seeing how this could not be allowed to continue festering, knowing that there were those who held true, the Gods and fae met to find a solution and one was found... Camelot, would sink beneath the tears of the fae, to be swallowed under the blessed waters of Avalon, maybe those same waters would recede one day, allowing a cleansed Camelot to arise again in all its beauty but for now... a home was to be found for those who held true.

Odin, father of them all looked over the world and with an ancient bony finger pointed to a place sitting twixt the world of men and the world in which the gods were existing... "There" he spoke, "There shall be the bastion of eld, there shall belief remian and loyalty be rewarded", these would be his last words and with a hard stare he made it so.

Any whom were true of heart would feel the pull, the commons would simply wake up in their new home, those of strength would find the urge to wander, but it would be forced for the tears of the fae would begin falling immediately. Many would simply find themselves there, the power of the Gods transporting them. Avalon, the blessed place would be moved in entirety to rest off the Isles of Odin, in time Camelot would become but a memory and with hope, a memory filled with honour... a memory that would inspire the bards to speak of the elder Gods and remind man that before they assumed only one god existed, there were many others.

[align=center]Excerpt from the Bard Johann dated approximately 1347AD[/align]

[Draken]

Gleaming in the light the ancient dragon flew far above the land, his only wish to anneal the finality of the loss of his bond... Fiamma, ahhh beloved Fiammabella had been a tower of strength in the blackest time he had ever imagined, the loss of his master through the treachery of his own frail heart had been a blow, yet even in the fall from grace to the worst of nightmares, he had still found a way to release Drak from the burden that so normally followed the death of a bond mate, the death of himself. Of such things the stuff of legends was born and Word had passed of the sacred gift Kalyssien had given. For all his faults, dragon kind would always hold his name in pride and honour.

Emerald scales, flexing with each muscular thrust of wings, a cloud forming on the horizon bearing the touch of something extraordinary, the touch of the unearthly song of the fae, yet something more and Drak swept his mighty wings to turn and fly towards it to investigate. In his heart of hearts still a defender of the land his master loved. Fiamma had flown to Avalon and Drak was flying to celebrate life itself, something he had not done since before doom was touched by deaths cold embrace.

In his mind alarm bells ringing, yet Drak foresook his duty not, courage and honour the two keys to his life and shirking a duty simply due to uncertainty not in his nature.  A turbulence, unnatural in its intensity striking like hammer blows and Drak having to fight to stay aloft, blasts of icy wind hitting his scaly hide with force enough to tear flesh, but Drak was nothing ordinary hence no damage upon him. Continuing to fly into the storm, seeking the cause of this insanity his mistake, for any other would have fled but upon his form the Gods watched judging the mass of his heart and finding it pure.

A numbness swooping, Drak suddenly finding his ability to fly gone form memory temporarily, falling from the sky like a stone, the massive beast to numb to even panic as from far below the ground rushing up to meet him, closer and closer, the thought that if he hit at this speed he would die, but fate and the fickle hands of the immortals had another fate for Drak and to his amazement as the ground loomed closer it vanished in a twisting maelstrom of vibrant colour. The ground having vanished and Drak's numb mind wondering who had created a portal then nothingness.

Awakening to a thud, the impact of his body on earth yet without the violent expectations he had on falling, eyes opeing the size of dinner plates, looking a round, the land clean and fresh, wondering where he was for this was not Camelot, the beloved of his master... former master. A voice in his head... "This be the Isle of Odin, thy kind, the children of Camelot, all of pure heart may come. Thus the Gods of eld command. Guard well this land son of dragon kin. Let not the malice or corruption that be-spoiled the fae's gift fall upon these land" and then the voice was gone. Shaking his head, the psychic thought 'Fiamma' reaching forth for Drak had no idea where he was, but knew that somehow the Fae and the Elder Gods had a hand in this and something new was about to begin...

[Llewellynn Pendragon]

Llewel gazed thru the fog and felt a presence. Someone familiar... but just as her mind reached out to see who or what it was, a feeling of dizziness enveloped her. Going to her knees in the boat with a small gasp of surprise, she tried to draw her sword. The heaviness makes it awkward and the hum of both swords seems to have stopped, but she doesn't notice.

Looking towards the boatman, she notices he is gone. The boat, adrift in the Avalon fog seems to come to a halt and the silence sets in. * Where are the birds? Where is the lap of water on the hull? * She manages to pull the sword free as panic sets in.

As her vision swims and begins to dilate to a pinpoint of light before she blacks out, her final thoughts are of her family and Kings. * Perhaps this is my final punishment... to be lost in the fog of Avalon, whom I let down, forever. *

Her eyes close and she falls to the deck clutching her own blessed blade in one hand, the other, still strapped to her hip.

***

As the fog thickens then disperses, Llewel is left unconscious laying on a beach in a foreign place. Odin has called her home and she has come without struggle.

As the light of dawn approaches, she lays there on the sand sleeping peacefully, unable to wake, unwilling to let her mind grasp that this isn't the end.

Llewel
Protector

[Fiamma Bella]

Fiamma didnt know what to think. All she knew was that she was called to these shores. However, as she stood there waiting her eyes began to slowly droop. IT was unlike her to feel so tired, especially since she had just woken up from a good nights sleep. But there she was feeling as though she had not slept in days. Her body grew week as it fell into slumber. First her knees buckled, making her fall gently to the soft ground. Then the rest of her body fell bit by bit to the spell until she finally lay peacefully sleeping on hte shores to Avalon.

Where she was to wake, she did not know. Fiamma Bella was not scared though. She somehow knew that she was safe.

[Fiamma Bella]

An age had come and gone with each king that presided over Camelot. Its people felt tainted from mistrust and abuse the kings had put upon them. Everywhere the name of Camelot stood besmirched, its people left carelessly tossed aside in the struggles of leadership. Though its leaders met with tragedy or brought about tragedy, Camelot persevered as something new. There was no name for it. Avalons priests and priestesses came around often, helping those in need and cleansing the land of the negative energy. IT took many years and many trained Avalonians to bring this about, but it was the Lady of the Lakes wish that the people of the land not suffer any more than they had already.

Fiamma watched over the proceedings like a extended hand of the Lady of the Lake. That was why she made her morning flights. As she slept, she dreamed that soon there would be no need for the cleaning process.

It was during this dream that she awoke looking upon a bright sand that was not like the sand upon Camelots shores. She blinked, confused. Where was she? She wondered. It was then, in her half woken state that she heard Draks call to her. Fiamma closed her eyes tightly to the pain, believing that she was simply imagining it. She wished everyday to see him. But he was somewhere far away, looking to find himself after being set free by Kalyssien just before he died. At no time in Draconian history had FiammaBella ever heard of a Companion living after their human counterpart died. Yet by some miracle, he had.

Long had she wished to feel her mate once more, his breath upon her skin, scales, or fur. Long had she only the company of her memories and dreams to feel like he was near. With each passing day with no word from him, her hope that he would return would dwindle more and more. She sighed softly and struggled to regain control of her emotions. Imagining him here now would only serve to confuse her more. Fia lifted her head and then her upper body to sit up on the shores of a beach she had never seen before, with vegetation that was foreign to her. She needed her wits about her. Though she felt safe here, she was full of questions.

[Draken]

The richness of the air, the faint taste of new beginnings, the wonder of what had transpired, all were lost amidst teh sudden realisation that... she was here. Arising to his fullest height, a bellow of flame shooting into the air with the sound of a steam train roaring through a tunnel, his consciousness narrowing to one thought only. Leaping upwards, mighty wings sweeping, catching the air, rising swiftly to survey all surrounding him, body climbing, clambering for purchase in the atmosphere... Another bellow of flame, the trumpeting of his presence for all to hear, for Drak desired to announce himself in no uncertain fashion, and desired more then anything that one alone would hear his call.

The shoreline... the sudden thought hitting with the force of lightening and he turned flying towards the sun, the light gleaming off his emerald green hide, eyes searching, nostrils billowing smoke and breathing deeply for he could scent her... climbing ever higher, from the ground no more tehn a dot visible then seeing the golden flash of sunlights sweet reflection, whatever had transpired before... he now understood the gift Kalyssien had given him in the release of the bonding and without sorrow he could finally make that acknowledgement... bbut more importantly... far below waited someone whom he had missed, someone whom he had left behind until he was worthy of ehr affection and now at last he felt whole enough to stand before her heart open and return to her life... whole, cleansed and ready for the next stage ni their lives.

Draks majestic wings pushing him ever faster, swooping downwards, wings pushing the air in incredible volumes, his body falling out of the sky, getting ever closer to teh earth for unless he was dreaming he knew teh mind of she that was on those golden sands... Diving from such height with joy bursting from twixt his scales, falling towards his destiny, mindful that he may yet require forgiveness for his departure and absence, yet still even that could not quench the depth of rich emotion bursting within his soul. Now he could clearly see her outline... the scales so rich in gleaming colour, and his passion required answer, maw opening revealing the glint of shining fang.

An inhalation deep to fill his flame bladder then issuing forth a gout of flame like a beacon, so potent it would seem brighter then the sun itself... Still his body fell towards where she stood, until only hundrds of feet above the ground he spread his wings and lowered the rear of his body to slow the incredulous rate of descent... Grappling with the air, forcing his speed to die away, massively muscled form working to tear away his rate of descent until finally with barely a thunp he landed before her... only one thought would emerge as he gazed forthwith into the shining disks of her eyes... "Fiamma Bella"

[Llewellynn Pendragon]

Llewel felt the sand beneath her cheek and sighed. A wave must have forced them ashore violently to have landed this way. As she began to think of the boat she thought of the man with her. Lifting her head she slowly pressed the wet ebony and silver tresses from her eyes and looked around. Sitting up she frowned. Where was he? Where was the boat?

She frowned and double checked she had both blades on her. It was a pointless motion as she felt them both in her mind and on her body, but it was a natural reaction. She rose up on her knees and brushed off her tunic. As she gathered her legs beneath her and rocked back on her heels to rise, she toppled over onto hands and knees.

Cursing herself as her vision swam, she looked up along the shoreline. "Too much motion too quickly, Llew... you know better..." She chided herself once more and this time rose more slowly.

She was taking her time heading up the beach she reached out to see if she could sense anyone else nearby. It would perhaps give her a diffinitive direction. She reached up with her hands to grasp the knot of hair and twist it to form a loose but stable knot to free her vision, and glanced behind. Noticing only one set of prints on the sand, she turned forward and reached once more.

This time, her inner dragon felt something slightly familiar. The touch was warm, as if comforting from a past memory, but she couldn't place the feeling ((Fiamma)). She picked up the pace a bit and was about to call mentally to the touch when a bellow from the clouds and the thump of leather beating wings filled her ears.

Squatting down and setting her hand on her blade, Fali'Sara, she watched as a huge dragon dove from the sky towards the near horizon line. Realizing the horizon was actually a slightly raised sand dune between her and whatever was transpiring, she rose and swiftly jogged towards the dune hoping to see what the commotion was about.

Stepping to the top and looking down the beach about 100 yards, she noticed first the golden body of a majestic dragon. One she could remember seeing only one other time in all her life.... in Camelot. The name eluded her, but the glimpse of such a rare colored beaast was not soon forgotten.

The other dragon, the one who had come swooping down from the sky, was standing over her. She felt 'something' between them, but since she was not overly familiar with either one, she only knew something was there.

As the larger dragon leaned down, panic gripped Llewel. Unthinking, she began rushing down the opposite side of the dune and charging straight for the pair. If the golden creature was in danger and she didn't help... she couldn't think that. She WOULDN'T lose another...

"STAND DOWN AND BACK OFF HER!" She bellowed with mind and voice as her own white wings sprouted from her back. The pain twisted her face and drew her breath out in a ragged cry of rage and pain. Something was odd about the 'touch' she felt from the other dragon, but the golden one was definitely a friend from her past. One she suddenly had a feeling she had to protect.

[Llewellynn Pendragon]

We all blew it... will everyone follow suite and amend their posts, Fiamma is in female form. Golden dress but very human looking. Sorry for not catching this, Fi...

Llewel felt the sand beneath her cheek and sighed. A wave must have forced them ashore violently to have landed this way. As she began to think of the boat she thought of the man with her. Lifting her head she slowly pressed the wet ebony and silver tresses from her eyes and looked around. Sitting up she frowned. Where was he? Where was the boat?

She frowned and double checked she had both blades on her. It was a pointless motion as she felt them both in her mind and on her body, but it was a natural reaction. She rose up on her knees and brushed off her tunic. As she gathered her legs beneath her and rocked back on her heels to rise, she toppled over onto hands and knees.

Cursing herself as her vision swam, she looked up along the shoreline. "Too much motion too quickly, Llew... you know better..." She chided herself once more and this time rose more slowly.

She was taking her time heading up the beach she reached out to see if she could sense anyone else nearby. It would perhaps give her a diffinitive direction. She reached up with her hands to grasp the knot of hair and twist it to form a loose but stable knot to free her vision, and glanced behind. Noticing only one set of prints on the sand, she turned forward and reached once more.

This time, her inner dragon felt something slightly familiar. The touch was warm, as if comforting from a past memory, but she couldn't place the feeling ((Fiamma)). She picked up the pace a bit and was about to call mentally to the touch when a bellow from the clouds and the thump of leather beating wings filled her ears.

Squatting down and setting her hand on her blade, Fali'Sara, she watched as a huge dragon dove from the sky towards the near horizon line. Realizing the horizon was actually a slightly raised sand dune between her and whatever was transpiring, she rose and swiftly jogged towards the dune hoping to see what the commotion was about.

Stepping to the top and looking down the beach about 100 yards, she noticed first the golden clad body of a beautiful woman. One she could remember seeing only one other time in all her life.... in Camelot. The name eluded her, but the glimpse of such a beautiful woman rekindled memories of kindness.

The other dragon, the one who had come swooping down from the sky, was standing over her. She felt 'something' between them, but since she was not overly familiar with either one, she only knew something was there.

As the dragon leaned down, panic gripped Llewel. Unthinking, she began rushing down the opposite side of the dune and charging straight for the pair. If the golden creature was in danger and she didn't help... she couldn't think that. She WOULDN'T lose another...

"STAND DOWN AND BACK OFF HER!" She bellowed with mind and voice as her own white wings sprouted from her back. The pain twisted her face and drew her breath out in a ragged cry of rage and pain. Something was odd about the 'touch' she felt from the other dragon, but the 'feel' of the woman was definitely a friend from her past. One she suddenly had a feeling she had to protect. Her own dragon wings began to emerge, called from the rage and fury of seeing someone she knew being attacked.

Llewel
Protector

I apologize, Rance left due to conflict of this character (Rance) on another board. In defense, I have saved the old archives if anyone wants looksee, but this covers the gap.

Llewel thinks Drak divebombed Fiamma to hurt her. Her own dragon wings are emerging in her fear and worry for Fiamma though she only remembers Fi from a single glance back in Camelot long ago. Disorientation and fear have made her overly protective, but if either touches her mind, they will not find malice, but fear and worry of losing someone else she knows.

[Alexander]

[align=justify:c75ba505fa]Storm silently entered a massive stone chamber.  In the chamber there were council seats of a massive draconic council.  The council was currently in session and he had been summoned to appear.  One of the lesser dragon lords was rambling on about human draconic relations in the south lands.  Something to the effect that the humans were in a state of war and a young wyvern had been snuffed out.  Storm sighed, if this was about a bunch of human hordes again he would walk out right now.  The elder dragon had seen Storm enter and tapped his claw silencing all the debates.  The Elder began to speak, "Dragonslayer, you have been summoned for we have a matter that warrants your attention."  Storm listened silently as he walked forward and stood before the elder dragon lord of the council.  "As you are well aware Dragonslayer we have draconic protectors in place in all lands protecting kings and royalty."  "Sadly, one protector has failed to fulfill her assigned duties and three kings have perished due to her lack of experience."  Storm nodded silently and spoke.  "My Lord who be the accused that I have to bring before the council?"  The Elder Dragon spoke once more.  "Llewellynn Pendragon is the dragon that has shamed this council."  "She must be brought to justice and if that is not an option she must be slain."  "I know you will not fail me Dragonslayer Storm Saedaes of the Elven Draconic Knights."  

"With this mission I bestow upon you the title of Dragon Warlord."  The elder tapped his claw twice as an elder scribe brought forth a box encrested in draconic symbols.  In the box was an amulet with a chaos gem and a gem of lightning side by side on the amulet.  Storm looked to the Elder Lord and spoke.  "My Lord your are to kind I shall wear it with honor for the elves and dragons alike."  The scribe placed the amulet around Storm's neck.  Magically the amulet glowed as it disappeared in a flash of light.  Storm then noticed that each gem had chosen one of his arms and rested deeply within them.  Storm wondered what this could mean.  The elder saw his confusion and spoke once more.  "Storm old friend the amulet in which you now have absorbed is old draconic magic.  You now have in addition to your own Light Elf powers draconic lightning and draconic chaos powers."  "They will aide you in your quest to apprehend the Rogue Pendragon."  "As far as how to use them you will learn over time."  "They are intertwined with your soul and the soul of your enchanted blade."  "Now Draconic Warlord Dragonslayer, be gone and bring the rogue Pendragon to justice."  Storm bowed and left the council chamber without a word.

Storm Saedaes silently walked out to a portal and walked thru it willing the portal take him to the Fortress of Saedaes.  He walked out into the main foyer of the massive elven fortress.  Storm had his orders as he walked by a servant.  The servant addressed him, "Prince Storm shall I inform your sister you have returned?"  Storm replied, "Do not tell her I have returned."  "I have been given a quest from the Draconic Council and shall be gone for a couple of months."  "Tell my sister I love her very much and shall return as soon as I can."  The servant bowed and disappeared to deliver the news to his sister.  Storm went to his room and stripped off his royal robes of the elven kingdom.  He then donned a complete suit of mithril armor.  The light material was so light and yet extremely strong.  It fit him comfortably over his shorts and short t-shirt.  Storm then went to his armor cabinet and opened it up and looked upon his suit of draconic armor.  The armor was infused with the spirit of his draconic mount.  For his old mount had give its life for the slayer in battle against an old draconic uprising.  So now Storm wore the armor from the old mount with honor.  Storm donned the silver draconic armor.  Behind the armor on a pedestal resting in its sheathe was Dragonslayer itself.  Storm lifted the ancient blade and strapped its scabbard to  his side.  Now with the armor completely on and his sword in place,  Storm walked over to the mirror and braided his long blond hair.  Storm noticed something odd.  His natural blue eyes were now two different colors one red and glowing like chaos and one glowing brilliantly like lightning.  Storm thought this odd but called to his inner elven powers as his eyes reverted to their natural blue color.  Storm left his room and went to his meditation chamber.

Storm entered a round stone chamber that was completely silent.  Storm sat in the center of the room and closed his eyes.  He always hated this part.  He silently called on the powers within as he started to glow.  The deeper into the meditation he got his silver draconic armor started to glow.  The he reached the final level of his meditations and his sword unsheathed itself and was glowing in mid air.  The souls of the three became one as Storm's personality changed into a three way split personality.  Sword: Ah awake again what has that lame fat ass dragon want us to do this time?  Armor:  How dare you address the dragon lord that way.  Storm: Will you two ever shut the hell up about the dragon lord?  The amulet storm wore forged the armor's soul to him completely as it fell silent.  Sword: Its about time that dumb armor shut up.  Storm: it is unwise to disobey me Dragonslayer for I am your master.  The amulet then forged the soul of the blade to him as well and the three fully became one once more.  Storm: I am now a Draconic Warlord in control of my other souls both of blade and armor.  This is indeed an honor.  Storm stood up now meditations complete as his sword now rested in his hand.  He sheathed the blade and walked out of the chamber.  Storm then noticed his armor had changed to golden draconic armor.  The Draconic Warlord was now complete for the first time in 2 millenniums.  He had been honored with the final piece of his armor.

Storm walked down the hallway to the southeast wing of the fortress.  He climbed the stairs and came out to a flat landing there and looked at the afternoon sky.  It was such a beautiful day there in Elvendar and yet he had a mission to do.  Storm whistled shrilly.  A sparkle appeared out of the eastern skies.  Slowly, it grew in size and started to look like a dragon.  Within mere minutes, a massive silver battle dragon was hovering in front of Storm.  Storm spoke in draconic, "We have work to do, we have orders to hunt a rogue pendragon."  "I know you know of there kind."  "Seems a protector has decided to neglect its duties and three kings have died as a result."  "I have her description and know what blade she wields."  "This should not take long old friend."  With that Storm left on to the back of his faithful steed.  Storm sat there for a moment as his mind formed a telepathic link to the dragon's mind.(We need to go to the lake that leads to Avalon.)  With that the dragon flapped its majestic silver wings hard and took off into the skies.  They flew east high in the skies for what seemed to be mere minutes though it was really a couple of hours.  Lord Silver Dragon and Storm mentally talked thru the link and got caught up from old times.  It seemed there were a few uprisings in Lord Silver's realm but nothing major.  The same with the elven kingdom of Elvendar a couple of drow uprisings but nothing the army couldn't handle.

Lord Silver started to descend to the banks of the lake that led to Avalon.  He landed as Storm wondered why they did not fly over. Lord Silver explained to him via the link that it was not polite to enter Avalon by air.  There would be a ferry in the evening that would be here in a hour to pick them up.  That way they would arrive by morning and start their search.  Storm dismounted off of Lord Silver Dragon and leaned against him silently awaiting the ferry.  They both noticed a patch of fog roll in but thought nothing of it.  The fog was almost blinding.  Then the fog passed but something was very odd.  Instead of a grassy field by the lake, they were standing on a beach of sand on the shore of what seemed a vast ocean.  Storm blinked his eyes as the elven magik droped and his blue eyes reverted to one of chaos glowing red and one of blue glowing with lightning thru it.  The gems of chaos and lightning now were infused in his golden draconic battle armor.  Yet, it felt normal as if the armor was now part of him.  Storm instantly mind linked to Lord Silver. (What matter of magic be this?  Where are we?)  Lord Silver replied (I know not my liege).  

Storm walked up the sandy beach and heard someone shouting just over the next rising.  Storm silently worked his way over the dune of sand and stopped in sheer disbelief.  There in front of him was a woman with raven streaked hair running towards a dragon that was looking at a golden lady.  She had a sword drawn and was yelling some sort of battle cry as she ran towards it.  This was not going to be pretty.  Lord Silver Dragon walked up to watch to seeing what Storm saw thru the mental link.  Storm noticed his faithful friend and leaned against his scales watching the whole thing.  Storm spoke in draconic to Silver.  "This is sad my friend, that lady doesn't have a ghost of chance versus a dragon just with a mere sword."  "This will be over in mere seconds, still I wonder if she knows how to use that thing."  Storm and Lord Silver Dragon watched the screaming lady with the sword run at the dragon more out of boredom than anything else......[/align:c75ba505fa]

[Rashia]

After weeks of searching the land for the famed Camelot and her knight's. Rashia comes up on a lake and sits leaning against a tree looking out over the water as a strange fog begins to form on the lake as Rashia drifts off to sleep with a prayer to the gods of old the one day his quest well be over and he will finely look upon Camelot.

Waking and feeling pain in all over his body as if he had sleep throw a winter storm.But there had been no such storm slowly looking around Rashia slowly began to realize this was not the shore he had fallen a sleep.Thinking to him self had the gods answer his silent prayer could this be the shores of Avalon.Slowly bringing him self up on to his knees pulling his sword free and bowing his head.

Thank you lords for i know there is  a reason you have put me here I know not its purpose But I am here and well do what you would have me do I am your servant.

Hearing the words of his old master speaking the code of the knight to him.He began speaking them to him self.

A Knight is sworn to vealer. His word speaks only truth.His might up holds the weak.
 
Rashia's words drifted off as he herd a Woman yelling  out as if she meant to scare something off. Getting to his feet and running towards the sound.coming up to see that there where two dragons the woman was not only yelling at but also running towards.Rashia stopped he was brave yes and had lived for hundreds of years been wounded and should have died hundreds of times but even he know not to try and fight a dragon much less two.For it was magic that keep him leaving even thow to him it was more a curse.He decided he would not join in on this madness looking around he noted he was not the only one that was siting this one out.

[Fiamma Bella]

Fiamma Bella heard the roar again. She shook her head wanting to cry with the cruelty of such torment. She stood in frustration then looked up to see her love land right before her. Was it an illusion? Was it a ghost she saw? Had he returned to her finally? She was dwarfed being in human form by this dragon before her, yet she would recognize his eyes anywhere, in any form. IT was Drak, her beloved, standing before her, looking upon her. The tears fell as she tried to respond in some way. Should she yell at him for leaving her for so long without contact, or simply throw her arms around him and hold her tight? She wanted to do both.

Before her split mind could come to a decision she heard Llewelynn screaming at Drak in dragon form to leave her be. Fiamma Bella would have laughed had she the ability to put a coherant thought to her lips. How strange it must be to onlookers to see a Golden haired woman standing before a dragon without flinching. Sand fell from clinging to her skirts as the wind flowed around them. Her hair, golden blonde, long and flowing lifted in the air and gave her a magical aura.

She looked to llewelynn and smiled, bringing her hand to the womans shoulder. "Tis alright dearest one, it is Drak you see before you, my mate and my beloved. He will harm no one least of all me." Her voice was soft and melodic, a kind of voice anyone could fall asleep to. "You may put down your weapon child, for we are in a sacred place."

She looked once more to her mate still unsure how to approach him. "IT has been so long beloved. Come to me." She opened her arms to him.

[Rashia]

With a smile Rashia sheathes this sword and walks down the sandy hill for after all he had to know what land he was in and hoped someone would be able to tell him . As he neared the dragons Rashia drops to one knee and bows.

My lords and Ladies I am Rashia Alixander Gallimour and i am at your service.

Standing up he turns to the dragon.

  I laid down for a night of rest by a lake hoping to start my such a new in the morning for Camelot but wake here surely My lord you could tell me where am I.