Post by sil on Oct 29, 2005 10:17:35 GMT -5
All right, here we go. The start of the new RP. I hope this works
The year was 1856, and on the summit of Dragon City, the Council was gathering. As each human dragon and saurian filed into the large Council chanber atop the tiered city, the regular hubub of life in a major Dinotopian Metropolis continued.
The council settled and began this urgent meeting.
The Council head, a most esteemed rust colored Mountain Dragon by the name of Atorin banged his large forpaw on the large wooden table for silence.
"So it has begun. A new age for Dragon City. The year has turned and the First female rider since Ortha herself has graduated top of her class. But there is still the issue of our secluded bretheren on the main land. They cannot be left to be hunted by barbaric humans of the Outer World. They must be rescued."
A young forest dragon rose from his seat in outrage.
"And how do you propose we do that? Are we to just walk out there to the Outer World and ask those unenlightened humans to please let us pass, that we want to free out trapped brethren?"
Atorin remained calm. It was common for new Council members to misunderstand the acts of the Council.
"Hardly," he replied. "but there is no denying that we must procure some form of comunicating with them."
Sil, another new Council member raised his hand to speak. Beside him, his dragon, Xepher, watched approvingly.
"I propose we ask the Marine dragons to go to the Outer World and tell our cousins that we are thinking of them and we will show them the way to safety." Having said his bit he took his seat.
"I agree with my rider. There is much our cousins Outside don't know. Asking for Marine dragon assistence seems logical." Xepher concured.
"That it does so let us vote and move on to the next order of buisness." The Council continued to talk on this the first day of a new year, while meanwhile, deep in the lost corners of the Rocky Mountains...
Forthera, forced her heavy, gravid body into the air. the humans had found her again, she had no option but to flee higher into the mountains. The blue Mountain Dragon flapped her cold, stiff wings to lift her higher into the altitude. A mix of arrows and bullets followed her slow assent. She winced in pain as bullets peirced he r wing membranes.
She would not let herself be caught by these feeble sacs of pink flesh. They bruised so easily she wondered how they had become so powerful. Slowly Forthera turned her gravid body north. Using every updraft and wind current to keep her in the air.
(OOC: Any character can be used, except Sil and Xepher. Feel free to fleshout the characters I mentioned, and lets see how this plays out ;D)
The year was 1856, and on the summit of Dragon City, the Council was gathering. As each human dragon and saurian filed into the large Council chanber atop the tiered city, the regular hubub of life in a major Dinotopian Metropolis continued.
The council settled and began this urgent meeting.
The Council head, a most esteemed rust colored Mountain Dragon by the name of Atorin banged his large forpaw on the large wooden table for silence.
"So it has begun. A new age for Dragon City. The year has turned and the First female rider since Ortha herself has graduated top of her class. But there is still the issue of our secluded bretheren on the main land. They cannot be left to be hunted by barbaric humans of the Outer World. They must be rescued."
A young forest dragon rose from his seat in outrage.
"And how do you propose we do that? Are we to just walk out there to the Outer World and ask those unenlightened humans to please let us pass, that we want to free out trapped brethren?"
Atorin remained calm. It was common for new Council members to misunderstand the acts of the Council.
"Hardly," he replied. "but there is no denying that we must procure some form of comunicating with them."
Sil, another new Council member raised his hand to speak. Beside him, his dragon, Xepher, watched approvingly.
"I propose we ask the Marine dragons to go to the Outer World and tell our cousins that we are thinking of them and we will show them the way to safety." Having said his bit he took his seat.
"I agree with my rider. There is much our cousins Outside don't know. Asking for Marine dragon assistence seems logical." Xepher concured.
"That it does so let us vote and move on to the next order of buisness." The Council continued to talk on this the first day of a new year, while meanwhile, deep in the lost corners of the Rocky Mountains...
Forthera, forced her heavy, gravid body into the air. the humans had found her again, she had no option but to flee higher into the mountains. The blue Mountain Dragon flapped her cold, stiff wings to lift her higher into the altitude. A mix of arrows and bullets followed her slow assent. She winced in pain as bullets peirced he r wing membranes.
She would not let herself be caught by these feeble sacs of pink flesh. They bruised so easily she wondered how they had become so powerful. Slowly Forthera turned her gravid body north. Using every updraft and wind current to keep her in the air.
(OOC: Any character can be used, except Sil and Xepher. Feel free to fleshout the characters I mentioned, and lets see how this plays out ;D)