BY INVITATION ONLY Dragon Heart: Riders of Nernwyr

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Zalie pouts, having been ignored by her new friend and by the knight. She supposes her answers will be given soon, but still. He's clearly the one that's going to help them understand the feeling they have by stating they won't be late again.

Her mind starts thinking about mind control as his words compell her forward. She blinks in curiosity, not seeming bothered by the feeling in the least. Maybe it's her upbringing, but she'd follow him even if he didn't use those commending words. He's different. And powerful. And she's curious who he is that he has this type of commanding aura about him. When the others finish, she offers her name lightly. "I'm called Zalie." As for the mountain climate, she guesses she'll probably have to turn her other kimono into a warmer one. Hopefully they have a bit of fabric she can buy later...
 
Uncaring for the flakes of snow that landed on his bare skin, Bastian suddenly felt a sense of rush- an urgency pulling him and his legs forward faster. Scaling a small hill, he came upon a small group already gathered by the foot of a winding, narrow path that climbed into the mountain range above. Before he could question anything about the young men and women (to his knowledge) his entire attention was snatched, grabbed, commanded to a different figure. A man of exceptional stature, donning a glistening armour and the voice of an experienced general said his piece: "You will not keep me waiting again. Not if you want to survive until next Winter. So learn now, that when you are called, you come."

Bastian had never encountered a person commanding such respect before. He respected the blacksmith sure, but that was on the basis of equal treatment- this was an entirely different matter. It was as if that unexplainable pull that had dragged him up here was hanging by the man's voice and the boy was left breathless. He decided, then and there, this man's word was to be law.
In due time he stepped forward to not be hidden behind the others and spoke his name with a bow, asking nothing of his own.
 
NAME: Cardis
Location: Base of the Drakeheart Mountain from Stolhoc
Interaction: C'yra + Knight


Now, name yourselves," he instructed, gesturing with a wave as he began up the narrow path, "and follow me. I hope you've packed for the mountain's climate. I won't save any of you from freezing to death."
Cardissian stays behind his twin. And he's even happier that he did when that knight rises to his full height. People simply did not get that big. He draws a breath and holds it, unwilling to say anything more and give this guy more reason to be disappointed. Cardis isn't gonna kid himself into thinking he could somehow meet whatever this guy's expectations are.

C'yra answers for both herself and him. He is more than happy to let her do the talking. Better her steady and confident voice be let out than his wavering one. He holds onto Cyra's arm tighter and follows up the path- not wanting to further anger this giant.
 
At the base of the mountain starting up the small, narrow path leading up to the Nernwyr Temple...


"Montbelliard, hmm..." the man said thoughtfully in response to Coryn. He saw the salute, acknowledged it, and then looked away, slowly stroking his beard, pensive as he contemplated.

"What is your name, sir knight?" an elf girl asked timidly after giving an introduction for both her and her twin brother, which had been far more bold.

Others gave their names too: Coryn, Zalie, Crydora, Cardissian, Bastian, Zalie, Ernest, Olric, Niamh and Ki'Yith. Only ten...

His gaze for a moment lifted, scanning the area passed all of you into the distance, as if searching - as if people were still clearly missing. Still late. His features then set, hard and firm. Subtle anger was underlaid by concern. He did not explain this, but turned, and continued up the narrow, icy path. One gauntleted hand resting on the stone wall to maintain balance.

"I am Sir Garrus Ardell," he told them as they began their ascent, "Paladin of the Wyrmguard and First Drake of Nernwyr. I don't expect you to understand or recognize these titles. Some of you may not even respect them. All they mean right now is that I am your superior."

"During our trek up to the Spine, I have some rules you each need to follow."
There was an audible pause before he pressed on. "First, we do not rest until there is a cave or crevice opening, and only an hour at a time; we must keep moving with as little delay as possible. If you fall asleep, you will be woken immediately. Do not sleep."

"Secondly, you will not eat until we reach the monastery. There's no exception to this rule. If you brought rations, do not even remove them from your pack. Water is permissible. Eat the snow if your waterskin has frozen."

"Tertiary, do not light any fire source. No matches, no pipes, no torches, no campfires. Pray that will be enough."


 
NAME: Ki'Yith
Location: Base of the Drakeheart Mountain from Stolhoc
Interaction: Olric + Knight
Mood: Mixed.



"Take these, honey."

Ah yes, her mother had given her the ultimate weapon to use on her journey: Explosives. If it weren't for her family's race and line of work, it would be extremely concerning. Yet, since the Brosca family was a bunch of Dwarves who worked in Alchemy, Leatherwork, and Brewery, the gifts given were a bit more understandable.

The leather gear her youngest brother and father gifted had fit pretty snug on her. When Jakarr had made a joke that Ki'Yith should take it as a sign to lose some weight, she smacked him. He cried, but not because it hurt, because he knew it would be a while until they would have moments like that again.

Saying goodbye was never one of Ki'Yith's strong suits, especially to her mother. She doesn't remember the last time she had gone more than a week without seeing her family, and she hated it. Hated that her curiosity and pestering feeling had convinced her to leave everything behind and go for the mountains with nothing but basic rations, hygienic supplies, and her odd little pack of items. The bottle of unopened alcohol that Le'Vit had gifted her rattles inside her bag, clinking against the other items she had stuffed into the leather pack.

She was a bit agitated too, having not been able to see her best friend before she left Ryslourn. He hadn't been home, or at work, or at any of his usual spots today. Which was unlike him. He never really broke routine like that, and it confused the woman beyond belief. Made her angry, even.

So she had been a bit pouty.

No, pouty was an understatement. Ki'Yith was outright depressed that she couldn't see her best friend before she left. She had spent the entire trip over to the mountains sulking and thinking about it.

It had been a long day, and as she approached the mountains and the huddle of people at its base, she squints at the Knight and listens to his and the other's yammering. When she introduced herself, it was short and simple, but the lady gave a faint grin.

"Brosca, sir. All the way from Ryslourn," her head bobs, fingers flexing at her sides. Partially anxious, partially excited. All she saw was a man in a suit of armor that would make any Dwarf her age froth at the mouth. She'd have to ask about that material later.

Ki'Yith's gaze flicks across the area, and suddenly she's glad she'a always dressed for cold weather. A thick black sweater, overalls, boots, leather gloves, leather armor strapped to certain parts of her, a thick coat with a furry lining over her shoulders. An odd assortment of gold necklaces and rings line her neck, fingers and ears, even one in her nose. One of the necklaces had a little… bell? Odd.

A moment of silence passes, and she's about to speak again, but pauses and turns to look in a specific direction. Call in a sixth sense, but the she was sensing someon—

"Yer fuckin' with me," Ki'Yith's expression blanks as she stared down the path, at the male figure with dark skin and a stature similar to her's. Of course. On one hand, she was elated that he was here. On the other? Pissed.

"Olric Buzzlebee." Her arms cross, and she tilts her head just ever so slightly to the side.

Uh oh. Not the full name AND the stance. He was utterly cooked.
 
Perfectly content with following along, as he himself doesn't particularly care to lead, Ernest decides it in his best interest to go after Sir Garrus Ardell. Having received such a formal introduction from a "Sir" was, no doubt, something to take note of for an Overhill, and responded to in kind, albeit timidly, " pleasure to meet you, Sir Garrus Ardell. I am Tarragon Ernest Overhill, Ernest by preference, of... well—a farm—I s'pose." Ernest adds soon after, "now, I don't s'pose you could mmm–... elaborate, on what may happen from a tad bit of herbal relief? Not a huff? Not a puff? Not a tug of my sleeve or a warm cup of tea? Is there, perhaps, something the matter here?"
 
Bastian tugged at the straps of his bag, securing them on a more comfortable position on his shoulders as he wordlessly followed the knight. A knight, and although the boy's memory seemed to betray him on their meaning, he was positive he had read about at least one of those titles before and a chill of fascination run through his spine.

It was hope. After such a long while the boy didn't just have vague plans and diligent work to go on- there was hope to be something more.

This man was a dragon rider, wasn't he?

During their steady ascent he stayed focused on the path and Sir Garrus' voice. Three rules were imposed: firstly, no rest. Only breaks when caves or crevices were found and definitely no sleep either. That was fine with Bastian, he could handle that. When you live the way he has lived you learn to sleep light or some nights not at all.
The second rule: no food. Bastian had gone hungry for entire days on end before so he was sure he could make it on that front too with a little pushing. It was more curious to him however, that they were not to even remove it from their packs- what sort of beasts live here that will be attracted to the scent? He wondered.

Third and most interesting and perhaps devastating given the fact the setting snow around them, no fire. Bastian would live but he would be lying if he didn't say he'd prefer to light a fire here and there to warm up.

"Pray that will be enough."

Bastian's eyes widened by a fraction. He considered his previous observation- something lived in these mountains and they did not want it's attention. As if on reflex, the young man's hand slowly went over his swords freezing to the touch hilt.
 
Ascending the narrow, icy path, carved into the Drakeback Mountain...



As some might have suspected - or later hit with a realization - the man had mentioned Nernwyr. A First Drake, whatever that meant - though the way he said it was similar to a position of high command - a commander or sergeant. After all, dragons were extinct. Yet maybe they were an order of tradition now, keeping the training and titles still alive?

"Pleasure to meet you, Sir Garrus Ardell. I am Tarragon Ernest Overhill, Ernest by preference, of... well—a farm—I s'pose." Ernest adds soon after, "Now, I don't s'pose you could mmm–... elaborate, on what may happen from a tad bit of herbal relief? Not a huff? Not a puff? Not a tug of my sleeve or a warm cup of tea? Is there, perhaps, something the matter here?"

A friendly man would have smiled an gave a hearty chuckle. A kinder man would have assured the halfling of his worries and obliged his humble requests and questions. On the outside, Sir Garrus did not appear to be either of those types of men. His face was stern and cold like the mountains they were ascending.

"That you haven't been made aware yet is a blessing. Honor it," he said. "That must mean it's in the east... Hrrm..." His tone rumbled as he pondered something he clearly wouldn't elaborate. What he said next did not resolve those unspoken thoughts of his, but rather answered Ernest's question. "You - or rather, we - are being hunted."

"It is not something you have a chance against. Nor do I, on this rocky path, so you will do as I say. Explanations are for the living, and you will get them at the monastery should you survive to see it."

"Knowing who or what hunts you will not aid you. You won't be able to prepare against it. But if the night lights up as if it were day, know only that it will be a quick death."


 
Name: C'yra
Location: Ascending the narrow, icy path, carved into the Drakeback Mountain
Interaction: Cardis + Sir Garrus + Carefully sunnitizing each person that slowly adds into their group (Ie: judging them all)



Sir Garrus Ardell, Okay, he's a knight. Paladin of the Wyrmguard and First Drake of Nernwyr; Now those are some very dragon sounding names , if dragon had names.

The rest she kind of just tuned out in favor of looking about, observing new comers. Picking up and keeping in mind only notable information, if she missed anything she's sure Cardis would remind her when needed. No resting unless they find a cave, no sleeping, no food until the monastery, no fires. Something's in the east, they are being hunted-


They are w h a t ?

She snapped back to attention from watching a boy tug at his bag straps and moved his hand to lay on the hilt of his sword. Brows furrowed with icy eyes glaring into the glint of the tall knight's armor.

They'd only get an explanation once, if they reached the monastery. It's obvious Garrus wants to hold off answers with the way he words his sentences. The only clue they have is it being a 'quick death' if the night lights up as if it were day.

They were in a barren moutian, a frozen, barren mountian. No living being is powerful or capable enough to light the cold, pitch black of night up in such a climate as if it were day.

Not unless it were a god, an explosion, or,


"Dragons," She huffs, disbelieving. "But that's not possible, they went extinct. Neither can it be a god, they are being appeased near daily, they have a truce. And wild elves don't have the ability to 'light the night up as if it were day'."

"Sir, Garrus, Knight." She quickens her steps, aiming to follow up, get closer to the giant knight. Her grip on
Cardis' arm only tightening as she dragged him along. She was tense, on edge, he could tell she was nervous. Scared for their safet
y.

She came here because of a gut feeling, not to risk her life. Not to risk his life. Questions like 'What is hunting us from the east?' Would probably be met with a cold shoulder. But she refuses to just follow without answers, without reason. Without purpose.
She would run, hell, she wants to run. But something tells her that even if she did, this thing would still be hunting them, and they'll just be sitting ducks not knowing when disaster will strike them down from above. They'll be helpless to run then, helpless to survive. So logically, only one option remains.

"If we follow you, would we stand a chance to slay it?"
 
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Name: C'yra
Location: Ascending the narrow, icy path, carved into the Drakeback Mountain
Interaction: Cardis + Sir Garrus + Carefully sunnitizing each person that slowly adds into their group (Ie: judging them all)



Sir Garrus Ardell, Okay, he's a knight. Paladin of the Wyrmguard and First Drake of Nernwyr; Now those are some very dragon sounding names , if dragon had names.

The rest she kind of just tuned out in favor of looking about, observing new comers. Picking up and keeping in mind only notable information, if she missed anything she's sure Cardis would remind her when needed. No resting unless they find a cave, no sleeping, no food until the monastery, no fires. Something's in the east, they are being hunted-


They are w h a t ?

She snapped back to attention from watching a boy tug at his bag straps and moved his hand to lay on the hilt of his sword. Brows furrowed with icy eyes glaring into the glint of the tall knight's armor.

They'd only get an explanation once, if they reached the monastery. It's obvious Garrus wants to hold off answers with the way he words his sentences. The only clue they have is it being a 'quick death' if the night lights up as if it were day.

They were in a forest, a frozen forest. No living being is powerful or capable enough to light the cold, pitch black of night up in such a climate as if it were day.

Not unless it were a god, an explosion, or,

"Dragons," She huffs, disbelieving. "But that's not possible, they went extinct. Neither can it be a god, they are being appeased near daily, they have a truce. And wild elves don't have the ability to 'light the night up as if it were day'."

"Sir, Garrus, Knight." She quickens her steps, aiming to follow up, get closer to the giant knight. Her grip on
Cardis' arm only tightening as she dragged him along. She was tense, on edge, he could tell she was nervous. Scared for their safety.

She came here because of a gut feeling, not to risk her life. Not to risk his life. Questions like 'What is hunting us from the east?' Would probably be met with a cold shoulder. But she refuses to just follow without answers, without reason. Without purpose.
She would run, hell, she wants to run. But something tells her that even if she did, this thing would still be hunting them, and they'll just be sitting ducks not knowing when disaster will strike them down from above. They'll be helpless to run then, helpless to survive. So logically, only one option remains.

"If we follow you, would we stand a chance to slay it?"
He seemed to ignore her first statement, but looked when she spoke his name, asking her question.

His eyes were as cold as the snow-covered stone around them - as sharp as the jagged peaks of Oolomnir's Spine across the alps of the mountain ridge. It was a look of authority, and gave anyone who saw it a sense that perhaps questioning him was not the brightest idea as their souls shuddered once more.

"You will follow without questions." He told all of you; granted, he stopped walking to do so. His voice carried a stern authority, daring you to be so foolish again. "I owe you no assurances. Resolve your cowardice on your own, or leave. The real world has no place for little girls and boys who believe they are owed anything they haven't earned. I'm not here to comfort you or hold your hand, so if you can't obey, then don't burden the rest of those who will."
 
Name: C'yra
Location: Ascending the narrow, icy path, carved into the Drakeback Mountain
Interaction: Cardis + Sir Garrus + Carefully sunnitizing each person that slowly adds into their group (Ie: judging them all)



Sir Garrus Ardell, Okay, he's a knight. Paladin of the Wyrmguard and First Drake of Nernwyr; Now those are some very dragon sounding names , if dragon had names.

The rest she kind of just tuned out in favor of looking about, observing new comers. Picking up and keeping in mind only notable information, if she missed anything she's sure Cardis would remind her when needed. No resting unless they find a cave, no sleeping, no food until the monastery, no fires. Something's in the east, they are being hunted-


They are w h a t ?

She snapped back to attention from watching a boy tug at his bag straps and moved his hand to lay on the hilt of his sword. Brows furrowed with icy eyes glaring into the glint of the tall knight's armor.

They'd only get an explanation once, if they reached the monastery. It's obvious Garrus wants to hold off answers with the way he words his sentences. The only clue they have is it being a 'quick death' if the night lights up as if it were day.

They were in a forest, a frozen forest. No living being is powerful or capable enough to light the cold, pitch black of night up in such a climate as if it were day.

Not unless it were a god, an explosion, or,

"Dragons," She huffs, disbelieving. "But that's not possible, they went extinct. Neither can it be a god, they are being appeased near daily, they have a truce. And wild elves don't have the ability to 'light the night up as if it were day'."

"Sir, Garrus, Knight." She quickens her steps, aiming to follow up, get closer to the giant knight. Her grip on
Cardis' arm only tightening as she dragged him along. She was tense, on edge, he could tell she was nervous. Scared for their safety.

She came here because of a gut feeling, not to risk her life. Not to risk his life. Questions like 'What is hunting us from the east?' Would probably be met with a cold shoulder. But she refuses to just follow without answers, without reason. Without purpose.
She would run, hell, she wants to run. But something tells her that even if she did, this thing would still be hunting them, and they'll just be sitting ducks not knowing when disaster will strike them down from above. They'll be helpless to run then, helpless to survive. So logically, only one option remains.

"If we follow you, would we stand a chance to slay it?"
He seemed to ignore her first statement, but looked when she spoke his name, asking her question.

His eyes were as cold as the snow-covered stone around them - as sharp as the jagged peaks of Oolomnir's Spine across the alps of the mountain ridge. It was a look of authority, and gave anyone who saw it a sense that perhaps questioning him was not the brightest idea as their souls shuddered once more.

"You will follow without questions." He told all of you; granted, he stopped walking to do so. His voice carried a stern authority, daring you to be so foolish again. "I owe you no assurances. Resolve your cowardice on your own, or leave. The real world has no place for little girls and boys who believe they are owed anything they haven't earned. I'm not here to comfort you or hold your hand, so if you can't obey, then don't burden the rest of those who will."

NAME: Ki'Yith
Location: Base of the Drakeheart Mountain from Stolhoc
Interaction: All Present.
Mood: Confused

A few words, and then the floodgates of her brain open. Ki'Yith has a plethora of questions that come rushing to the front of her thoughts. It seemed they all had finally started thinking the same way. Dragons? Hunted? She had questions. Lots of them, and by Gods she'd ask the—

Okay maybe not.

She blinks at the tone of the Knight, his words and the way he seemed to get all prickly. It reminded Ki'Yith of her mom On one hand, she understood, she really did. The situation itself wasn't the safest one. On the other? He dropped a few bombshells on the group and just… expected us to be quiet and go with it? To trust him based off of some strange call from they had all felt.

Wait.

He said they had been ignoring his calls.

"Wait, wait—" Ki'Yith is nudging past the group, the Dwarven woman gentle with her touches, but a bit forceful as she puts herself at the front within the Knight's view.

"—No, it needs to be asked. What in the Blazin' Gates do you mean by ignoring your calls," she repeats his statement from earlier. She looks… disgruntled. Not agitated, just confused and trying to piece it together. She holds up her gloved hands at the look given, but holds herself to it.

"Yes yes, you said no questions— but please at least confirm that you've been the one giving that…" She's trying to figure out how to describe it. Maybe these other people had felt it too?

"… pulling sensation?" She tries, trying to see if there was any sort of recognition of what she was going on about in the group.
 
Name: C'yra
Location: Ascending the narrow, icy path, carved into the Drakeback Mountain
Interaction: Cardis + Sir Garrus + Carefully sunnitizing each person that slowly adds into their group (Ie: judging them all)



Sir Garrus Ardell, Okay, he's a knight. Paladin of the Wyrmguard and First Drake of Nernwyr; Now those are some very dragon sounding names , if dragon had names.

The rest she kind of just tuned out in favor of looking about, observing new comers. Picking up and keeping in mind only notable information, if she missed anything she's sure Cardis would remind her when needed. No resting unless they find a cave, no sleeping, no food until the monastery, no fires. Something's in the east, they are being hunted-


They are w h a t ?

She snapped back to attention from watching a boy tug at his bag straps and moved his hand to lay on the hilt of his sword. Brows furrowed with icy eyes glaring into the glint of the tall knight's armor.

They'd only get an explanation once, if they reached the monastery. It's obvious Garrus wants to hold off answers with the way he words his sentences. The only clue they have is it being a 'quick death' if the night lights up as if it were day.

They were in a forest, a frozen forest. No living being is powerful or capable enough to light the cold, pitch black of night up in such a climate as if it were day.

Not unless it were a god, an explosion, or,

"Dragons," She huffs, disbelieving. "But that's not possible, they went extinct. Neither can it be a god, they are being appeased near daily, they have a truce. And wild elves don't have the ability to 'light the night up as if it were day'."

"Sir, Garrus, Knight." She quickens her steps, aiming to follow up, get closer to the giant knight. Her grip on
Cardis' arm only tightening as she dragged him along. She was tense, on edge, he could tell she was nervous. Scared for their safety.

She came here because of a gut feeling, not to risk her life. Not to risk his life. Questions like 'What is hunting us from the east?' Would probably be met with a cold shoulder. But she refuses to just follow without answers, without reason. Without purpose.
She would run, hell, she wants to run. But something tells her that even if she did, this thing would still be hunting them, and they'll just be sitting ducks not knowing when disaster will strike them down from above. They'll be helpless to run then, helpless to survive. So logically, only one option remains.

"If we follow you, would we stand a chance to slay it?"
He seemed to ignore her first statement, but looked when she spoke his name, asking her question.

His eyes were as cold as the snow-covered stone around them - as sharp as the jagged peaks of Oolomnir's Spine across the alps of the mountain ridge. It was a look of authority, and gave anyone who saw it a sense that perhaps questioning him was not the brightest idea as their souls shuddered once more.

"You will follow without questions." He told all of you; granted, he stopped walking to do so. His voice carried a stern authority, daring you to be so foolish again. "I owe you no assurances. Resolve your cowardice on your own, or leave. The real world has no place for little girls and boys who believe they are owed anything they haven't earned. I'm not here to comfort you or hold your hand, so if you can't obey, then don't burden the rest of those who will."

NAME: Ki'Yith
Location: Base of the Drakeheart Mountain from Stolhoc
Interaction: All Present.
Mood: Confused

A few words, and then the floodgates of her brain open. Ki'Yith has a plethora of questions that come rushing to the front of her thoughts. It seemed they all had finally started thinking the same way. Dragons? Hunted? She had questions. Lots of them, and by Gods she'd ask the—

Okay maybe not.

She blinks at the tone of the Knight, his words and the way he seemed to get all prickly. It reminded Ki'Yith of her mom On one hand, she understood, she really did. The situation itself wasn't the safest one. On the other? He dropped a few bombshells on the group and just… expected us to be quiet and go with it? To trust him based off of some strange call from they had all felt.

Wait.

He said they had been ignoring his calls.

"Wait, wait—" Ki'Yith is nudging past the group, the Dwarven woman gentle with her touches, but a bit forceful as she puts herself at the front within the Knight's view.

"—No, it needs to be asked. What in the Blazin' Gates do you mean by ignoring your calls," she repeats his statement from earlier. She looks… disgruntled. Not agitated, just confused and trying to piece it together. She holds up her gloved hands at the look given, but holds herself to it.

"Yes yes, you said no questions— but please at least confirm that you've been the one giving that…" She's trying to figure out how to describe it. Maybe these other people had felt it too?

"… pulling sensation?" She tries, trying to see if there was any sort of recognition of what she was going on about in the group.
The dwarf spoke words.

They were emotional words. Clearly, her craft had deafened her ears, so he decided to assist her in listening. With one hand - with much more strength and speed than a man his presumed age should realistically muster, he took her by the arm and yanked hard.

Ki'Yith's
heels scraped the stone as she helplessly found herself dangerously hanging over the ledge. Far below, sharp, icy stones awaited her below - a distance that would be lethal should Garrus release her arm and let her fall. She could flail, but the only part of her now touching the narrow pathway were the tips of her boots.

"Would you like me to release you, or have I made myself clear?" Sir Garrus asked in that same cold, stern tone. He did not appear to be bluffing.
 
Zalie was thinking about making small talk with Coryn, but the rules this man provides makes her think even talking might be a problem. She doesn't understand much about why he's keeping a title that was from the age of Dragons, but as other questions are asked, she decides its best to wait until they're at the top for his explanation. That's not to say she doesn't have a lot of them. Questions, that is. Just that he's already told them he'll give an explanation later, and he seems a bit grumpy. And like he was hoping for more of them to show up.

The girl bounces along, not minding the rules he's given. Although it'll be uncomfortable, she rather that than whatever is hunting them. He mind starts coming up with possibilities when there's the sudden sound of feet moving and shuffling. She snaps back to reality to see the knight dangling one of the girls off the side of the cliff. Ah, that sucks. She mentally wonders what she'd asked to make him mad before he gives an answer.

So they don't really have a choice but to follow him? Is it really like mind control, then? The connection only being severed if they die?! Well, at least he's trying to get them safely up this cliff. He certainly doesn't seem like he wants them to die. For now she'll quietly watch the situation. If he'd really wanted that girl dead, he have done so already....
 
Name: C'yra
Location: Ascending the narrow, icy path, carved into the Drakeback Mountain
Interaction: Cardis + Sir Garrus + Carefully sunnitizing each person that slowly adds into their group (Ie: judging them all)



Sir Garrus Ardell, Okay, he's a knight. Paladin of the Wyrmguard and First Drake of Nernwyr; Now those are some very dragon sounding names , if dragon had names.

The rest she kind of just tuned out in favor of looking about, observing new comers. Picking up and keeping in mind only notable information, if she missed anything she's sure Cardis would remind her when needed. No resting unless they find a cave, no sleeping, no food until the monastery, no fires. Something's in the east, they are being hunted-


They are w h a t ?

She snapped back to attention from watching a boy tug at his bag straps and moved his hand to lay on the hilt of his sword. Brows furrowed with icy eyes glaring into the glint of the tall knight's armor.

They'd only get an explanation once, if they reached the monastery. It's obvious Garrus wants to hold off answers with the way he words his sentences. The only clue they have is it being a 'quick death' if the night lights up as if it were day.

They were in a forest, a frozen forest. No living being is powerful or capable enough to light the cold, pitch black of night up in such a climate as if it were day.

Not unless it were a god, an explosion, or,

"Dragons," She huffs, disbelieving. "But that's not possible, they went extinct. Neither can it be a god, they are being appeased near daily, they have a truce. And wild elves don't have the ability to 'light the night up as if it were day'."

"Sir, Garrus, Knight." She quickens her steps, aiming to follow up, get closer to the giant knight. Her grip on
Cardis' arm only tightening as she dragged him along. She was tense, on edge, he could tell she was nervous. Scared for their safety.

She came here because of a gut feeling, not to risk her life. Not to risk his life. Questions like 'What is hunting us from the east?' Would probably be met with a cold shoulder. But she refuses to just follow without answers, without reason. Without purpose.
She would run, hell, she wants to run. But something tells her that even if she did, this thing would still be hunting them, and they'll just be sitting ducks not knowing when disaster will strike them down from above. They'll be helpless to run then, helpless to survive. So logically, only one option remains.

"If we follow you, would we stand a chance to slay it?"
He seemed to ignore her first statement, but looked when she spoke his name, asking her question.

His eyes were as cold as the snow-covered stone around them - as sharp as the jagged peaks of Oolomnir's Spine across the alps of the mountain ridge. It was a look of authority, and gave anyone who saw it a sense that perhaps questioning him was not the brightest idea as their souls shuddered once more.

"You will follow without questions." He told all of you; granted, he stopped walking to do so. His voice carried a stern authority, daring you to be so foolish again. "I owe you no assurances. Resolve your cowardice on your own, or leave. The real world has no place for little girls and boys who believe they are owed anything they haven't earned. I'm not here to comfort you or hold your hand, so if you can't obey, then don't burden the rest of those who will."

Name: C'yra
Location: Ascending the narrow, icy path, carved into the Drakeback Mountain
Interaction: Cardis + Sir Garrus + Carefully sunnitizing each person that slowly adds into their group (Ie: judging them all)



Sir Garrus Ardell, Okay, he's a knight. Paladin of the Wyrmguard and First Drake of Nernwyr; Now those are some very dragon sounding names , if dragon had names.

The rest she kind of just tuned out in favor of looking about, observing new comers. Picking up and keeping in mind only notable information, if she missed anything she's sure Cardis would remind her when needed. No resting unless they find a cave, no sleeping, no food until the monastery, no fires. Something's in the east, they are being hunted-


They are w h a t ?

She snapped back to attention from watching a boy tug at his bag straps and moved his hand to lay on the hilt of his sword. Brows furrowed with icy eyes glaring into the glint of the tall knight's armor.

They'd only get an explanation once, if they reached the monastery. It's obvious Garrus wants to hold off answers with the way he words his sentences. The only clue they have is it being a 'quick death' if the night lights up as if it were day.

They were in a forest, a frozen forest. No living being is powerful or capable enough to light the cold, pitch black of night up in such a climate as if it were day.

Not unless it were a god, an explosion, or,

"Dragons," She huffs, disbelieving. "But that's not possible, they went extinct. Neither can it be a god, they are being appeased near daily, they have a truce. And wild elves don't have the ability to 'light the night up as if it were day'."

"Sir, Garrus, Knight." She quickens her steps, aiming to follow up, get closer to the giant knight. Her grip on
Cardis' arm only tightening as she dragged him along. She was tense, on edge, he could tell she was nervous. Scared for their safety.

She came here because of a gut feeling, not to risk her life. Not to risk his life. Questions like 'What is hunting us from the east?' Would probably be met with a cold shoulder. But she refuses to just follow without answers, without reason. Without purpose.
She would run, hell, she wants to run. But something tells her that even if she did, this thing would still be hunting them, and they'll just be sitting ducks not knowing when disaster will strike them down from above. They'll be helpless to run then, helpless to survive. So logically, only one option remains.

"If we follow you, would we stand a chance to slay it?"
He seemed to ignore her first statement, but looked when she spoke his name, asking her question.

His eyes were as cold as the snow-covered stone around them - as sharp as the jagged peaks of Oolomnir's Spine across the alps of the mountain ridge. It was a look of authority, and gave anyone who saw it a sense that perhaps questioning him was not the brightest idea as their souls shuddered once more.

"You will follow without questions." He told all of you; granted, he stopped walking to do so. His voice carried a stern authority, daring you to be so foolish again. "I owe you no assurances. Resolve your cowardice on your own, or leave. The real world has no place for little girls and boys who believe they are owed anything they haven't earned. I'm not here to comfort you or hold your hand, so if you can't obey, then don't burden the rest of those who will."

NAME: Ki'Yith
Location: Base of the Drakeheart Mountain from Stolhoc
Interaction: All Present.
Mood: Confused

A few words, and then the floodgates of her brain open. Ki'Yith has a plethora of questions that come rushing to the front of her thoughts. It seemed they all had finally started thinking the same way. Dragons? Hunted? She had questions. Lots of them, and by Gods she'd ask the—

Okay maybe not.

She blinks at the tone of the Knight, his words and the way he seemed to get all prickly. It reminded Ki'Yith of her mom On one hand, she understood, she really did. The situation itself wasn't the safest one. On the other? He dropped a few bombshells on the group and just… expected us to be quiet and go with it? To trust him based off of some strange call from they had all felt.

Wait.

He said they had been ignoring his calls.

"Wait, wait—" Ki'Yith is nudging past the group, the Dwarven woman gentle with her touches, but a bit forceful as she puts herself at the front within the Knight's view.

"—No, it needs to be asked. What in the Blazin' Gates do you mean by ignoring your calls," she repeats his statement from earlier. She looks… disgruntled. Not agitated, just confused and trying to piece it together. She holds up her gloved hands at the look given, but holds herself to it.

"Yes yes, you said no questions— but please at least confirm that you've been the one giving that…" She's trying to figure out how to describe it. Maybe these other people had felt it too?

"… pulling sensation?" She tries, trying to see if there was any sort of recognition of what she was going on about in the group.
The dwarf spoke words.

They were emotional words. Clearly, her craft had deafened her ears, so he decided to assist her in listening. With one hand - with much more strength and speed than a man his presumed age should realistically muster, he took her by the arm and yanked hard.

Ki'Yith's heels scraped the stone as she helplessly found herself dangerously hanging over the ledge. Far below, sharp, icy stones awaited her below - a distance that would be lethal should Garrus release her arm and let her fall. She could flail, but the only part of her now touching the narrow pathway were the tips of her boots.

"Would you like me to release you, or have I made myself clear?" Sir Garrus asked in that same cold, stern tone. He did not appear to be bluffing.

NAME: Ki'Yith
Location:
Base of the Drakeheart Mountain from Stolhoc
Interaction:
All Present.
Mood:
Yikes.

Well Garrus wasn't entirely wrong. All that action in her workspace back at home did a number on her from time to time. Maybe she should've eased off on the concoction making before she left home.

Ki'Yith doesn't dare touch him, in all honesty. She has enough remaining braincells in her head to know that she shouldn't. So she stays quiet and just stares for a long moment, fingers flexing and curling into fists at her sides. What was that saying her mother always went on about?

Curiosity killed the cat.

Well, call her the cat because she couldn't keep herself out of problems like this for the life of her. Maybe this will do her some good?

Nahhhh.

There's a long moment of silence that passes, and she's heavily aware of the people in the group watching. Heavily aware of the fact that if she slipped up now, she'd quite literally die. So she stays silent and just nods.

"Apologizes. I've heard you loud and clear, sir." Ki'Yith might be many things, but she isn't suicidal.
 
Name: Coryn
Location: Heading to the Base of the Drakeheart Mountains
Interaction: The Party + The Knight


Before the Ascent
Coryn had questions, plenty of them, some even asked aloud by everyone else. With everyone else's confusion, Coryn weighed his options, then raises a hand.

"Sir Ardell. May we remove our rations now? Bury them all or toss them away so there is no further temptation along our trip." Coryn was by all means a good boy. A dog that when master says sit, you do so without question. He only spoke in an attempt to help the group. A hungry man, and moreover, a hungry tired man could do stupid things.

Regardless of a yes or no, Coryn saluted quickly and then looked to the rest of the group.

"Seeing that we are in danger, I would suggest dropping off any unnecessary bulk now. Noise makers, items too heavy, travel light. If your items are light enough, I wouldn't mind if you left them at my steed." Without a second word, he walked over to their steed, opening their side pack and dropping off what little items he held.

Item's Stashed away on Dahlia
- Gifts from Friends (He keeps the ribbons though, he's leaving behind the Beerstein and such) [CORYN]
- Calligraphy Items + Paper [CORYN]
- General Survival Kit [CORYN]
- BLANK
- BLANK

Dahlia could only hold so much, so it was first come first serve for whoever wanted their items stashed away on her. Knowing damn well there was a chance he wouldn't see her again, he gave his sweet horse a kiss on the neck.

"You're a good girl Dahlia. I'll see you again." he whispers, before drawing weapons, going to stand at attention by Sir Ardell, ready to go. A simple spear and shield.


During the Ascent
Following Sir Ardell's orders, Coryn walked without further question or comments. He kept near the front of the group, though glanced behind him every few seconds to ensure everyone was keeping pace. Thankfully, his spear also made a wonderful walking stick, helping him to keep steady during their ascent.

That is

UNTIL SOME DWARVEN LADY PUSHES AND SHOVES THROUGH

In one fluid motion, Coryn reaches behind / beside them, grasping the person closest to them with their shielded arm. He huffs, panicked for a moment. This is a NARROW, ICEY PATH. What was that woman thinking?!? After confirming they weren't sliding out of their mind, Coryn bumbles a soft apology.

"Sorry. I was worried you'd fall." He whispers, turning back around to continue their trek.

**Clarification: Anyone except Kay because it wouldn't make sense, feel free to be the person Coryn grasped! Haha
 
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Name: Cardis
Location: Heading to Monastery
Interaction: Everyone.



Well. This guy. Sure was scary. And Very official sounding. Cardis hangs onto every word out of this guy's mouth. The group's questions only make him more and more anxious-what about no questions did these people not get. He tightens his hold on his twin, moving with her as they go along the icy path. He doesn't want to waste his breath, doesn't want to slow down, and sure as hell isn't going to disobey this guy when he just said they're being fucking HUNTED. Cardis likes being alive. And like the guy said- he could have answers later- they can ask about what being a First Drake is later, about dragons, LATER. For now, he will follow and any talking he'd let C'yra do. She always spoke for the both of them anyways.

He watches in horror at the dwarven girl being held over the cliff. He doesn't move. Doesn't make a sound. All it does is solidify his earlier thoughts- This guy should never be crossed. Only obeyed. He doesn't trust this guy. But he's also not about to express this. Not if their lives are on the line.


At this point, Cardis' demeanour is similar to that of a rabbit that knows there is danger nearby. Heart hammering and eyes darting everywhere, searching for signs of imminent danger. Ready to bolt at the slightest provocation. He wishes belatedly that they had never gone on this trip, never answered the call. Maybe they'd be okay if they hadn't. Or at least blissfully unaware. Now he may have to spend his last few hours in fear.
 
Name: Coryn
Location: Heading to the Base of the Drakeheart Mountains
Interaction: The Party + The Knight


Before the Ascent
Coryn had questions, plenty of them, some even asked aloud by everyone else. With everyone else's confusion, Coryn weighed his options, then raises a hand.

"Sir Ardell. May we remove our rations now? Bury them all or toss them away so there is no further temptation along our trip." Coryn was by all means a good boy. A dog that when master says sit, you do so without question. He only spoke in an attempt to help the group. A hungry man, and moreover, a hungry tired man could do stupid things.

Regardless of a yes or no, Coryn saluted quickly and then looked to the rest of the group.

"Seeing that we are in danger, I would suggest dropping off any unnecessary bulk now. Noise makers, items too heavy, travel light. If your items are light enough, I wouldn't mind if you left them at my steed." Without a second word, he walked over to their steed, opening their side pack and dropping off what little items he held.

Item's Stashed away on Dahlia
- Gifts from Friends (He keeps the ribbons though, he's leaving behind the Beerstein and such) [CORYN]
- Calligraphy Items + Paper [CORYN]
- General Survival Kit [CORYN]
- BLANK
- BLANK

Dahlia could only hold so much, so it was first come first serve for whoever wanted their items stashed away on her. Knowing damn well there was a chance he wouldn't see her again, he gave his sweet horse a kiss on the neck.

"You're a good girl Dahlia. I'll see you again." he whispers, before drawing weapons, going to stand at attention by Sir Ardell, ready to go. A simple spear and shield.


During the Ascent
Following Sir Ardell's orders, Coryn walked without further question or comments. He kept near the front of the group, though glanced behind him every few seconds to ensure everyone was keeping pace. Thankfully, his spear also made a wonderful walking stick, helping him to keep steady during their ascent.

That is

UNTIL SOME DWARVEN LADY PUSHES AND SHOVES THROUGH

In one fluid motion, Coryn reaches behind / beside them, grasping the person closest to them with their shielded arm. He huffs, panicked for a moment. This is a NARROW, ICEY PATH. What was that woman thinking?!? After confirming they weren't sliding out of their mind, Coryn bumbles a soft apology.

"Sorry. I was worried you'd fall." He whispers, turning back around to continue their trek.

**Clarification: Anyone except Kay because it wouldn't make sense, feel free to be the person Coryn grasped! Haha

Bastian had heard the rushing footsteps and quickly shifted to the side of the pathway furthest from the edge, fixing the dwarven woman who'd rushed ahead with a small glare. Bastian was tired of people asking questions when it had already been made clear the man wasn't going to be answering them, and was not surprised when the woman was in fact, threatened with immediate removal from the premises via being flung off the cliff.

That glare was soon turned a little higher to the side, as he felt his arm being grabbed by someone- the guard from before. The boy shook his arm away while staring the taller man in the eye.

"Sorry. I was worried you'd fall."

"Be worried for yourself," he spat, voice leaning out of his usual monotone slightly. The apology had sounded like a lie to cover up the fact he had been the one closest to slipping. Bastian didn't need to hold others up.
 
Name: Coryn
Location: Heading to the Base of the Drakeheart Mountains
Interaction: The Party + The Knight


Before the Ascent
Coryn had questions, plenty of them, some even asked aloud by everyone else. With everyone else's confusion, Coryn weighed his options, then raises a hand.

"Sir Ardell. May we remove our rations now? Bury them all or toss them away so there is no further temptation along our trip." Coryn was by all means a good boy. A dog that when master says sit, you do so without question. He only spoke in an attempt to help the group. A hungry man, and moreover, a hungry tired man could do stupid things.

Regardless of a yes or no, Coryn saluted quickly and then looked to the rest of the group.

"Seeing that we are in danger, I would suggest dropping off any unnecessary bulk now. Noise makers, items too heavy, travel light. If your items are light enough, I wouldn't mind if you left them at my steed." Without a second word, he walked over to their steed, opening their side pack and dropping off what little items he held.

Item's Stashed away on Dahlia
- Gifts from Friends (He keeps the ribbons though, he's leaving behind the Beerstein and such) [CORYN]
- Calligraphy Items + Paper [CORYN]
- General Survival Kit [CORYN]
- BLANK
- BLANK

Dahlia could only hold so much, so it was first come first serve for whoever wanted their items stashed away on her. Knowing damn well there was a chance he wouldn't see her again, he gave his sweet horse a kiss on the neck.

"You're a good girl Dahlia. I'll see you again." he whispers, before drawing weapons, going to stand at attention by Sir Ardell, ready to go. A simple spear and shield.


During the Ascent
Following Sir Ardell's orders, Coryn walked without further question or comments. He kept near the front of the group, though glanced behind him every few seconds to ensure everyone was keeping pace. Thankfully, his spear also made a wonderful walking stick, helping him to keep steady during their ascent.

That is

UNTIL SOME DWARVEN LADY PUSHES AND SHOVES THROUGH

In one fluid motion, Coryn reaches behind / beside them, grasping the person closest to them with their shielded arm. He huffs, panicked for a moment. This is a NARROW, ICEY PATH. What was that woman thinking?!? After confirming they weren't sliding out of their mind, Coryn bumbles a soft apology.

"Sorry. I was worried you'd fall." He whispers, turning back around to continue their trek.

**Clarification: Anyone except Kay because it wouldn't make sense, feel free to be the person Coryn grasped! Haha

Bastian had heard the rushing footsteps and quickly shifted to the side of the pathway furthest from the edge, fixing the dwarven woman who'd rushed ahead with a small glare. Bastian was tired of people asking questions when it had already been made clear the man wasn't going to be answering them, and was not surprised when the woman was in fact, threatened with immediate removal from the premises via being flung off the cliff.

That glare was soon turned a little higher to the side, as he felt his arm being grabbed by someone- the guard from before. The boy shook his arm away while staring the taller man in the eye.

"Sorry. I was worried you'd fall."

"Be worried for yourself," he spat, voice leaning out of his usual monotone slightly. The apology had sounded like a lie to cover up the fact he had been the one closest to slipping. Bastian didn't need to hold others up.
An unsurprising reaction. Without much else, he nodded and continued on his way. There was no point in digging himself a hole with a stranger. He continued on.
 
Name: Coryn
Location: Heading to the Base of the Drakeheart Mountains
Interaction: The Party + The Knight


Before the Ascent
Coryn had questions, plenty of them, some even asked aloud by everyone else. With everyone else's confusion, Coryn weighed his options, then raises a hand.

"Sir Ardell. May we remove our rations now? Bury them all or toss them away so there is no further temptation along our trip." Coryn was by all means a good boy. A dog that when master says sit, you do so without question. He only spoke in an attempt to help the group. A hungry man, and moreover, a hungry tired man could do stupid things.

Regardless of a yes or no, Coryn saluted quickly and then looked to the rest of the group.

"Seeing that we are in danger, I would suggest dropping off any unnecessary bulk now. Noise makers, items too heavy, travel light. If your items are light enough, I wouldn't mind if you left them at my steed." Without a second word, he walked over to their steed, opening their side pack and dropping off what little items he held.

Item's Stashed away on Dahlia
- Gifts from Friends (He keeps the ribbons though, he's leaving behind the Beerstein and such) [CORYN]
- Calligraphy Items + Paper [CORYN]
- General Survival Kit [CORYN]
- BLANK
- BLANK

Dahlia could only hold so much, so it was first come first serve for whoever wanted their items stashed away on her. Knowing damn well there was a chance he wouldn't see her again, he gave his sweet horse a kiss on the neck.

"You're a good girl Dahlia. I'll see you again." he whispers, before drawing weapons, going to stand at attention by Sir Ardell, ready to go. A simple spear and shield.
Sir Garrus amicably nodded. "I suppose the scent of the horse will cover it well enough," he reasoned, granting Coryn - and by extension, the rest of you - permission to quickly do this.
 
Ascending the narrow, icy path, carved into the Drakeback Mountain...



"Apologizes. I've heard you loud and clear, sir," Ki'Yith had said after a moment of inner reflection.

Sir Garrus didn't seem to care who or if anyone watched. He would have let her drop - he'd done it before, and he'd rather deal with a dead body than an insubordinate fool.

Without a change of expression, he pulled her up by the arm so that her feet were firmly planted back on the narrow, icy path. He then paused, looking at the rest - checking that no one had fallen to their deaths because of this. -eight... nine... ten... They were all still alive. Thank the spirits. His gaze met Bastian and Coryn, who appeared to have stumbled into each other from his point of view, and gave them a nod as if to ask, 'are you alright?'

In a way, he was asking about their safety - they seemed close to falling - as well as to ask behaviorally. It was only a small inch of tension, but if there was going to be a problem between them, he'd rather them realize now that this was not the place to do it. They seemed like more level-headed boys, ones who could understand the gravity and his command, so a look was all he gave before turning his attention back to the dwarf girl, who he still held firmly in place.

"Risk the lives of others again, and I'll feed you to the hunter myself." Was all that the elder man said before roughly letting her go and starting back up the path.

"We won't reach the monastery until tomorrow night, at best. Will go by the pace of the smallest of us." Sir Garrus said, nodding at Ernest. "No one is left behind, I expect you all to learn to work together before your life depends on one another. If it puts your minds at ease, you may consider this your first lesson - a test or trial, to see if you have what it takes."