Wings of Fire ~The RP: The Three Continents

[_-Captain BRM-_]

Es tut mir leid, ich spreche kein Französisch.

Yes you do

 

[Blue Raptor]

Yes you do

Nein

 

[_-Captain BRM-_]

Gila poked Aloe. “Hail?” He suggested. “Sleet? Glacier?”

"Hail," she snorted, "try hail. Holy moons, who would name their kid after frozen ice balls? Idiots." She nodded to Gila, "Try it. Try 'em all."

 

[Shabby Chic-Hens]

"Hail," she snorted, "try hail. Holy moons, who would name their kid after frozen ice balls? Idiots." She nodded to Gila, "Try it. Try 'em all."

(Hail is concerned that he made Chenoa leave, and is pacing)

 

[_-Captain BRM-_]

Fae stalked through the IceWing palace, her talons clicking against the stone and echoing through the frosty corridors. The Kingdom was a desolate wasteland, snow and ice coating everything. Questions flooded through her mind.
Fae sauntered down the stairwell, lurching back in surprise as a pair of IceWing soldiers emerged from the shadowed gloom, spears in their talons.
"Hello there." Fae half smiled, quickly regaining her composure, then continued down the stairs, pushing past the guards.
"NO, no wait, you can't,"
"I most certainly can." Fae growled. "I am your Queen, am I not?"
The soldiers followed closely beside her, trying to recognize the dragon. "Are you... Are you Fae?"
Fae arched her brow, giving the IceWing a critical expression. "Does Queen Owl have any other surviving daughters? I think not." Fae cleared her throat. "Where is everyone? What happened?"
One of the guards shook her head, "A storm like we have never seen before swept through. Two weeks of this. We need help. We're down an entire army. It's me, North, and General Frost, really. The only dragons with any experience. The rest are mums and their dragonets. No food either-"
Fae lifted a talon for silence. "Frost? Frost is alive?"
The other guard, North, ignored the question. "Are you here for Leif? We didn't kill him. General Frost says you would eat him alive if he killed Leif."
"Yes. I would. And I still might if Leif is the drugged mess I predict he will be."
The guards shared a nervous glance.
Fae growled. "Take me to Leif."

 

[_-Captain BRM-_]

(Hail is concerned that he made Chenoa leave, and is pacing)

(Where is he? Right now, most of the IceWings are camped out in the palace cuz the storm.)

 

[Shabby Chic-Hens]

(Where is he? Right now, most of the IceWings are camped out in the palace cuz the storm.)

He is in a village on the edge of the Ice Kingdom.

 

[-Kiwi-]

"Hail," she snorted, "try hail. Holy moons, who would name their kid after frozen ice balls? Idiots." She nodded to Gila, "Try it. Try 'em all."

(YOU have the- nevermind.)

Gila snatched the Obsidian mirror out of Aloe’s talons. “Hail,” he said, hissing a plume of smoke across the black glass. To his surprise, the smoke spiraled and turned into a tall white smoke spire, which paced across the mirror, growling occasionally. “It worked!”, cried Gila, elbowing Aloe.

 

[_-Captain BRM-_]

(YOU have the- nevermind.)

Gila snatched the Obsidian mirror out of Aloe’s talons. “Hail,” he said, hissing a plume of smoke across the black glass. To his surprise, the smoke spiraled and turned into a tall white smoke spire, which paced across the mirror, growling occasionally. “It worked!”, cried Gila, elbowing Aloe.

(Wait, no I don't- AHH WHEN did I grab it?!?!)

"Holy mackerel." She squinted at the whispy image. "Can we talk to it? It can't hear me, can it?" She lowered her voice, glancing at Gila for answers.

 

[-Kiwi-]

(Raptor gave it to you and then left in a huff)