(new players welcome to join) The Lies of Sayark's Past •~○~●~○~• Fantasy RP

[Ariel91]

Keeper's eyes were locked upon the forest, he could not pull his gaze away. Gardenia patted his shoulder, her eyes full of concern for her friend.

Rose almost dropped the thing in her surprise- she had forgotten about it again. "I was handed it by some other person on my way here, they also seemed to think I needed some sort of protection" She explained rashly, then added "But I assure you it's not mine"

Kaydar shook his head, holding out his hand. "In my case it is the nature of a Dragon, we are protectors by blood. I cannot answer for the other person. May I... may I see it, Milday?"

 

[Ariel91]

Sterling spotted Kaydar and another woman in the distance. Before he pointed them out he turned to Gar and Tollia. "Why do you want to find this dragon?" He asked.

Gar stepped forward, but Tollia gripped his shoulder. "I... I want answers. That Dragon, he knows my past. He knows who I am, where I come from. He can answer my questions, he can show me why I am plagued by these flashes of a life that is not mine!"

 

[Ariel91]

<Sorry about not posting, I've been under the weather.>

((No worries, I've been away because of my birthday gift. My fiance got me two baby silkies.

They are so cute, little bitty fluff balls, hehee. ))

 

[Silver Bantam]

Kaydar shook his head, holding out his hand. "In my case it is the nature of a Dragon, we are protectors by blood. I cannot answer for the other person. May I... may I see it, Milday?"

"Of course" Rose carefully held out her hand with the dagger in it for him to see

((No worries, I've been away because of my birthday gift. My fiance got me two baby silkies.  They are so cute, little bitty fluff balls, hehee. ))

(Hey! Awwww, cute!! XD)

 

[Wintent]

Gar stepped forward, but Tollia gripped his shoulder. "I... I want answers. That Dragon, he knows my past. He knows who I am, where I come from. He can answer my questions, he can show me why I am plagued by these flashes of a life that is not mine!"

Sterling just nodded before continuing to walk showing them pointing the group at.

 

[Dusty61]

Skylur groaned. "We are having no luck with the road, we will head towards the river. Maybe we will have more luck there." He climbed back into his saddle and headed towards the river, his band in tow beneath the trees.

Keeper watched the creatures closely, knowing how very dangerous they really were. Even from this distance he could recognize them as his former captors. As they were disappearing into the woods he saw what was left of Gardenia's cage. He strained his eyes to see who was pulling the wheeled cage, who had replaced him? He could tell that it was a Centaur, young like he was, except... It was... a female, a Centress.

Skylur leapt down of off his horse. "This looks like a good enough place as any to camp for the night!" He heard a shuffling behind him and looked up to see the old Centress that they had just captured. "You called for me?" She would not meet his eyes. "Since your daughter was foolish enough to go and kill my cook you will be taking his place, fixing all of my meals." A sharp sound brought his attention back to the ruined cage. The young Centress was bucking and kicking, trying her best to free herself from her ankle shackles.

"Get away from my mother! Do not harm her!" Her voice was shrill and she stopped to think for a moment. 'Mother? I have not spoken that word since my birth mother was lost. But this old Maid has taken the place of my mother. She watches out for me, she takes care of me, she loves me. And, yes, I can say that I love her as a mother. And as long as I have breath in my body I will not allow these Elves to harm her.'

She could hear her charge struggling and not wanting any harm to come to her she had to do something. "It will be fine, my dear. As luck would have it, my young Ryllie, I did quite a lot of cooking in my day."

Skylur touched his chin, realizing that he had just found a use for that old worthless creature. She could control the young, feisty one. And to add to the deal her food would have to be better than his last cook's dishes.

 

[Ariel91]

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"Of course" Rose carefully held out her hand with the dagger in it for him to see
(Hey! Awwww, cute!! XD)

Kaydar took the dagger into his hands, his heart freezing as he gazed down at the ornate handle with its embedded jewels and copper inlay. He had forged it himself, when he had came of age. It was a Dragon's Tooth, the dagger that all of his kind forge upon reaching their hundredth year. It was a tradition, the jewels were to match the dragons eyes, the inlay his scales. He had been more orange in his youth, his scales turning more golden as he aged. The dagger was to protect them when they were most vulnerable in their biped forms. Nearly twenty years after forging it he had met Ellayn, they had courted for ten years. On their wedding day he had given it to her, telling her that she was the most vulnerable part of him for she was his heart. It had never left her side, not even when she had died, she had still held it clutched in her fist. He had placed it beside her on the burial table, placed it beside his Heart. His hand gripped tighter around the hilt and he shook with anger. How dare someone disturb her tomb, how dare someone take the blade from her side? He would know who the fiend was and he would kill them. He looked to the Lady Rosemary, unable to contain his fury, his wings flaring and his voice coming out in a hiss. "Who dared to have this?"

 

[Ariel91]

Sterling just nodded before continuing to walk showing them pointing the group at.

Tollia looked to where Sterling had pointed, seeing a small group in the distance. She saw no great and powerful golden dragon. "You have tricked me..."

 

[Ariel91]

((I've got to add his info when I get back to my comp. He's tall and skeletal and his hair is thin and white and his sunken eyes blue and bloodshot with cataracts. He's the Elf that Kaydar raised))

Qualair stirred his ancient body, opening first one filmy eye then the other. He drew in a deep rattling breath, expanding his bony chest to its max capacity. The paper thin skin was traced with fine blue veins that made a cobweb pattern on his lily white flesh. He sat in his giant throne, clothed in gold cloth trousers. His wives sat around him, each prettier than the next. He lifted his hand and they ran from the room like a great flock of birds. The ancient Elf king was alone in the alabaster room and in that silence he whispered a single word. "Kaydar."

Ellayn swept the ivory comb through her tangle of golden brown hair, staring deeply into the looking glass. She was a strange creature, an exotic bird to be housed in the cage of Petara. She sighed, putting down her comb and leaning her chin into her fist. She was called beautiful, glorious, but she could not see it. She was herself, nothing more. Thin rosy lips, gray-green eyes that glowed when shadows fell, her brows thin, her rich curls forming a halo about her head. She did not know why the Elves looked at her so strangely, true she was rare, she had never met another like herself. But she was not some strange creature to be housed in a gilded cage and gazed upon. She sighed, rising to her bare feet and crossing her arms as she crossed the marble floor. From one end to the other she stalked, like a trapped hunting cat. That was how she felt, captured, cooped up. She wanted the wind, the sky, grass beneath her feet and branches overhead. Not that she could remember any of these things. She knew them only from books. But she longed for them so. Sometime in her life she must have known them, must have felt the wonders of the world. But she could not remember them. All she knew was this cage... and Qualair. He frightened her and infuriated her. She did not know why she felt such rage whenever she saw him, The loathsome old Elf had not tried to add her to his harem, nor had he ever laid a hand on her. But she knew that, somewhere in the darkness of her mind, at sometime in her life, he had done something unthinkable to her. Ellayn felt his gaze now, though she could not see him. It was the machines that hid him, behind that ever swirling wall of colors and shapes. She could not see out lest he wanted her to, but she knew that he was there. She picked up the bottle of perfume on her dressing table, hurling it with all of her might at the images. They trembled and the bottle shattered, breaking the curtain long enough for her to see the disgusting old Elf smile at her. Then he was gone and she was alone once more, alone with the knowledge of his presence.

Qualair chuckled at the anger in the Wildings face, so thrilling, that look. He would never grow tired of it. He held out his arm and one of his numerous wives threaded her slender arms around it. He looked down at the slip of an Elf Maid, unable to recall her name. She was a new one, he remembered that much. The daughter of a noble blooded merchant, sold to cover his debt. Qualair petted her cheek with his trembling, bony finger, watching the disgust flash in her eyes. She tried to mask it by fluttering her lashes and cooing adoringly. Qualair scowled, throwing her off of his arm and into the waiting grasp of one of the guards. "You are welcome to her." The Elf knight snickered and gripped her fore arms tighter, making her squeak in pain. "Sire, no, please, I have served you loyally since my father sent me into your embrace! Please, Sire! No, please!!" The knight dragged her out of the room, kicking and screaming. Qualair merely held out his arm and another of his Doves quickly settled upon it. Snuggling into him. He smiled, enjoying the rush of power that he had just felt, how he loved it. He looked over his shoulder one last time at the caged Wildling before making his way back to his chambers, his Doves flocking behind him.

Qualair shook his head, glad to not be surrounded by his Doves. He needed a moment to think and they distracted him. Both with their fear and their beauty, he did not know which he relished more. He bit his lip, bringing his mind back to his problem. Ellayn. He had kept her imprisoned for nearly twenty years now, had injected her with a serum to block her memories. But the serum would not last forever and time was running out. He had to find the girl. Qualair sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose and closing his eyes. Thinking back to that day so long ago.

Kaydar had left for the war front, his spies had told him as such. It had not been difficult to bring his forces into the manor that he had once called home. The Wildlings that had remained loyal to the Dragon king had died easily, leaving him alone to face the Maid that had taken him in as a child. He had loved her, still loved her in some part of his dark heart. But he had loved power more. "I am sorry, Mother, I have no choice." She had glared at him, an ornate dagger in her hand and her crown askew on her brow. She had been the embodiment of power, of majesty. "You have a choice, Qualair, you always have. Even now." He shook his head, laughing. "I want power, Mother, there for I have no choice at all. You understand. As long as you are alive Father will fight on, you must be taken out of the picture." He had attacked her, stabbed her in the chest, his dagger Laced with poison. She could have stopped him, could have defended herself. But she didn't raise a hand, perhaps she couldn't, in her mind he was still her son. The events after were blurred in his mind. Kaydar had disappeared and he had returned to his mother's body. Finding her laid out upon a banquet table and surrounded by flowers. He had stuck a needle into her heart, filling her body with a bubbling orange liquid. She had gasped, her eyes going wide as she reached for the dagger still at her side. He had laughed, pinning her arm down. Her body weak from the poison. His healers had arrived then, dressing her body in salves and binding her inside of a vast machine. "You will sleep now, Mother. Until I know what to do with you, you must sleep." She had screamed at him, thrashed and snarled. Her Wildling eyes flaring bright green. "You cannot do this, Qualair! Please! Do not put me in here! You shall kill her!" The Elf king had stopped then, looking over his shoulder at the Wilding Maid. "Kill who?" Her eyes burned like fire as she spoke, protective and murderous. "My daughter, Kaydar's child." Qualair had lifted a single brow, motioning for his healers to seal the machine. He could still hear her screaming as the machine began to click and whir, filling with a gas that would preserve his beloved mother until he knew what to do with her.

Over the years he had nearly forgotten about his mother, only remembering her when the spring blossoms came. One day, when one of his Doves had offered him a bloom he had thought that it was time that he fetched her. But when he had unhurried her machine it was empty. For nearly a year he had searched for her, finally finding her not too far from Sayark. It had seemed that she could not resist returning home. Unfortunately the child that she had been carrying had survived and was nowhere to be found. For twenty years he had searched for her, convinced that the girl would be his undoing. She was a Mongrel the likes of which the world had never known. A Mongrel Dragon. Qualair sighed, scrubbing his brow. "Where did you hide her, Ellayn, where did you hide Kaydar's daughter?"

Ellayn trembled, something deep inside of her was screaming, cry to be free. Her memories, she was sure of it, she could feel them pulsing ans trying to rise to the surface of her mind. Broiling, boiling, bubbles rising from the hidden depths of a dark sea. She wanted to scream, to cry, the pain was so intense. But she kept silent, bit her lip to stop the trembling. She could not let them know that her serum was wearing off, could not let them know that she was on the verge of remembering everything.

 

[Silver Bantam]

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Kaydar took the dagger into his hands, his heart freezing as he gazed down at the ornate handle with its embedded jewels and copper inlay. He had forged it himself, when he had came of age. It was a Dragon's Tooth, the dagger that all of his kind forge upon reaching their hundredth year. It was a tradition, the jewels were to match the dragons eyes, the inlay his scales. He had been more orange in his youth, his scales turning more golden as he aged. The dagger was to protect them when they were most vulnerable in their biped forms. Nearly twenty years after forging it he had met Ellayn, they had courted for ten years. On their wedding day he had given it to her, telling her that she was the most vulnerable part of him for she was his heart. It had never left her side, not even when she had died, she had still held it clutched in her fist. He had placed it beside her on the burial table, placed it beside his Heart. His hand gripped tighter around the hilt and he shook with anger. How dare someone disturb her tomb, how dare someone take the blade from her side? He would know who the fiend was and he would kill them. He looked to the Lady Rosemary, unable to contain his fury, his wings flaring and his voice coming out in a hiss. "Who dared to have this?"

Rose watched the dragon, surprised by his sudden change of mood. "I don't know, it was a young willing who gave it to me" She replied, not liking the word mongrel