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Post by Orcus on his Throne on May 13, 2019 2:14:41 GMT
"Ah, Fero's favorite loyalty trick as well," Arkos muttered. "Good to see royalty plays the same game no matter where you're from."
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Post by Stage on May 13, 2019 2:37:45 GMT
"You serve a crown as well?" Zander's tone was friendly, but he frowned. The tone of the mage's voice had not been lost on him.
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Post by Orcus on his Throne on May 28, 2019 19:45:18 GMT
The man nodded. "Those born with the blood of the dragon within them are enlisted to serve the king of Draxonia as his elite soldiers and bodyguards." He gestures to the other riders alongside him and Zander. "We are all blooded, gifted with the flame of our god. And thus, we serve our king with duty and loyalty."
He turned to Zander. "And what is your king like?"
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Post by Stage on May 28, 2019 21:04:02 GMT
"Young," Zander replied simply. "He is called the Child King, for his father, the Gray-Eyed King, was taken too soon by illness. He is no impudent child however. He considers the council of his advisors and court."
The Lexian's broad, ivory face glanced back at the men who followed them. "Tell me... when you say you are blooded by the dragon... is 'dragon' a title or the truth? Rusidus had dragons, but they were beasts."
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Post by Orcus on his Throne on May 28, 2019 21:10:34 GMT
Arkos chuckled at the remark. "We are not literally of dragon blood... well, as in we do not have ancestry with dragons. Alas, you will not find any family history of my parents having relations with a wyrm."
Arkos shot Zander a snarky smirk before continuing. "Rather, we are said to be blessed by our god - the great dragon of sea and sky, Greshlynk. Those he has deemed 'worthy' of his blessing at birth are given the power to use his magic."
Arkos' smirk slowly faded. "Of course, this means life isn't always so kind to those unfortunate enough to not be born under the guidance of Greshlynk..." He paused for a moment. "But enough about me and my people. You mentioned your king's youth but nothing of your people. What is your homeland like, now that you have seen mine?"
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Post by Stage on May 28, 2019 22:05:08 GMT
"As I have said, much larger," Zander explained, "and more varied. The south is home to temperate grasslands and forests such as this, but the north grows colder and colder. Our northern boarder is a vast and frozen sea. A man could spend his life walking Lexia and never see all of her sights. Not that her people attempt to do so. Lexians are a... slow people. Slow to age, slow to change, and slow to travel. We are very sedentary. Most Lexians lived in or near the capital. Lexia, she is great, but sparsely populated. Perhaps that is why we are home to the last ancient woodlands and largest of beasts. On Rusidus at least. This continent has its own strange fauna."
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Post by Orcus on his Throne on May 29, 2019 1:59:16 GMT
Arkos snorted in response. "You are lucky to be allowed a sedentary life. Draxonia can rarely afford such a luxury, in no small part due to our location and our line of kings."
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Post by Stage on May 29, 2019 2:04:35 GMT
Zander shrugged. "Not the Pale in particular, mind you. We travel a great deal. Even now, some of us are in the far south. But all your people are travelers, you say?"
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Post by Orcus on his Throne on May 29, 2019 2:08:12 GMT
"Not quite travelers, per se," Arkos replied, "but moreso crusaders. You see, we often go on great quests to civilize the lands around here. Draxonia has a sizable army and values strength in arms above all other facets of society. As such, proving our strength to our neighbors, and thus the superiority of our culture, is not an uncommon goal of many a king, including our current one."
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Post by Stage on May 29, 2019 2:18:53 GMT
Zander was quiet for a few moments. Finally, he spoke, and his voice was quiet. "I hope your eyes are not set east then."
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Post by Orcus on his Throne on May 29, 2019 2:22:16 GMT
"That is not my decision to make," Arkkos replied solemnly. Through the trees, the starry sky became visible as the canopy slowly began to thin.
"It seems we are reaching the edge of our territory. Perhaps we will catch our quarry soon enough."
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Post by Stage on May 29, 2019 2:29:23 GMT
"Let us hope so." Zander could not pretend the atmosphere was the same between then, and his voice showed it.
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Post by Executus Gira on May 29, 2019 4:14:52 GMT
Tiny energetic eyes watched on from a distance in the forest. Aseya smirked. Their progress was slow, much slower than what she expected.
The whole night, the fey had been on their trail, silently slowly observing them. As she had done that, the diminutive brain of the fey had been into overdrive, with countless plans and backup plans brewed for one sole purpose: revenge against the pale.
How dare he threaten her for a harmless prank? It was uncalled for, rude and boorish! Infuriating! She deserved far more respect than a death threat and cursing! To backhand a fey like her... it pissed her off to no end.
"He'll pay for it! He'll pay for it! He'll pay for it! He'll pay for it!" She had ranted in her isolation. She was going to make him regret treating her so poorly. There was the massive body she had found some miles ahead in the underbrush...
"Naaaaaah. That's the backup plan. The REEEEEEEEEAL way to do this is with a LITTTTLE logic, like Lady Titania always said." She mumbled, before flying off. "No pranks as revenge, that won't fix anything. What we need is some REEEEEEAL payback."
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