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Post by killjoy on May 31, 2013 21:35:05 GMT -5
what we have been waiting for after Shockstorm get back from his week of silence we will start it.
this is for obviously planning plot ideas and we need a name for the rp suggestions please? anyone Active can join.
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Post by Shockstorm on Jun 8, 2013 15:39:10 GMT -5
We should probably post our modern OCs here for reference, so here are mine(WIP).
name: Peter Fasten
age: 18
hair: Brown/blond
eyes: Gray
height: 6'
weight: 124 Ibs
gender: Male
species: Human
occupation: He is a scout for the Draco Protectorate, a secret society founded by his ancestor, Jorgen Solid-Stone. He also travels the globe looking for links to his family's long history.
description: Peter is either tall for how skinny he is or skinny for his height, but he doesn't really care. He's always been 'the quiet one' or the 'kid that never talks', and he would get by almost entirely unnoticed. Even though he didn't approach anyone, Peter still managed to get a good group of friends formed around him, who he did socialize with. He has a rather pale skin and he tends to wear plain clothes and running shoes. Peter is also known to not be very athletic, but quite good at academics. Peter has a natural affinity for history and science. He also often corrects people on historical fact. Peter also was quite able to learn German at his school, and was taught both norse and dragonese by the Draco Protectorate.
demeanor: Peter grew up as a generally quiet and shy kid, and though he grew past the shyness he remained relatively quiet. He usually doesn't talk to someone unless they talk first, and goes so far as to pride himself in his ability to remain silent. While being a rather proud person, he also learned how to mask all emotion early on, and does so to the point that it is ingrained into his personality. Peter is widely known as an anti-social scholar, even among his friends, and he takes much pride in that standing. His academic prowess also lead to Peter being quite good at planning, and while he has proved himself a capable leader on some conditions, his ability to lead has always been limited by how willing others are to listen to his leadership. As such, Peter is often glad to stand as 'second-in-command' and simply advise whoever holds the leadership role. Another reason for Peter to prefer to lead from "behind stage" is his preference to not be the focus of attention. This desire has lead him to be able to develop a lot of talent at being unnoticeable, meaning he can move and communicate silently.
abilities/weapons: While Peter has no modern weapons, he has practiced sword play a few times and has gotten rather decent at it. What he lacks in strength he makes up for with speed, and intelligence. Due to winter survival lessons his school had, he is also adequately trained to survive in the wilderness year-round. While an okay marksman, Peter has never been able to be consistently accurate, and prefers close in combat, or none at all. Peter has a good knowledge of history and can speak German fairly well and is fluent in both norse and dragonese. Peter's ability to lay down sound plans and hide his emotions have allowed him to avoid conflict many times. While Peter's quiet disposition and his determination to not attract attention makes him excellent at sneaking(and stealing, though he tries not to out of a shear respect for most rules placed) he also plays down these capabilities unless he needs them.
disadvantages: Peter isn't very strong and he isn't very social. He's more of a loner that tags along with a group than an actual member of that group, except in rare cases. He also has some strong arachnephobia. Peter maintains a high moral code, and though he is not above breaking rules to survive, he will always attempt to keep his pride, and hence honor, clean of guilt.
history: Peter was raised by a middle-class family in Anchorage, Alaska. He was never really all that social or athletic, but he always had a group of friends. Most of his life was rather average, with nothing real exciting happening. That is, until he found an old key buried in the woods near his house. The key he found had a strange dagger with a yellow blade attached to it by a leather cord, and on that dagger's hilt was the root Peter's family name, Fast-Sten, but written in some form of old norse runes. Peter has kept the key a secret, especially since he has never found out what it opens. After some time, Peter was introduced to the existence of dragons by his father and partnered with a Skrill named Arc, a descendant of Shockstorm. He later found that the key opened an ancient library hidden underground on a remote island in the North Sea, an island which he later found to be Dovangard. This library provided Peter with access to a great deal of his family history, but also hinted that there was more spread through the world, and so now Peter and Arc scour the globe looking for clues to his ancestry.
stuff: The old key, the yellow dagger, his light Northface coat, various personal items(cell phone, wallet, house keys, etc.), and a journal and pencil pouch(with pencils, pens, and erasers) that he got from a trip to Germany by his German class. He also wears a small pendant with a crest etched on it(the Dovangard crest) in addition to the necklace with the Frozenferno claw on it that has been his family for ages. Peter also carries a small collection of some of Jorgen Solid-Stone's journals as well as the emerald encrusted saber once owned by Jorgen.
picture: I'd just have to post a picture of me, but I'd rather not XP __________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
name: Arc
age: 230 years
hair: nope
eyes: golden yellow
height: 7'2"
length: 60'
wingspan: 57'
weight: 4120lbs
gender: Male
species: Dragon(Skrill)
occupation: Peter's partner and companion
description: Rather average Skrill, though smaller than most and strongly resembles his grandfather Shockstorm. He's dark gray on top while his underside is a lighter gray, and his spikes are black and has light blue highlights. Like all his relatives, Arc's static is tinted purple after Shockstorm's exposure to Askin.
demeanor: Solitary, protective of anything or anyone he grows fond of. Fiercely proud to be a Skrill, and will often show off his power if an opportunity presents itself.
abilities: Static scales and white fire breath, unique in that like his grandfather, he is able to direct his static and fire it from his body. He is also one of the few Skrill who can communicate emotions to other Skrill by sharing his static with them.
disadvantages: Has a hard time trusting others, even friends; white fire not very powerful. He can also hold a grudge for a long time and can have too much pride in being Skrill.
history: Arc was hatched and raised in Dracobyen, the secret headquarters for the Draco Protectorate, and so he never saw much of the world until he was older. He was trained in combat and stealth by his grandfather, Shockstorm, and was later trained to use these talents while wearing dragon armor. He was later paired with Peter when the descendant of Jorgen joined the Draco Protectorate, and has grown quite attached to his human partner.
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Post by killjoy on Jun 10, 2013 20:36:47 GMT -5
we are going to focus on this rp for now and not boc till a certain point whilst the ideas are fresh on my mind and itll help me link it to breath more. So for now go all out on this rp.
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Post by Shockstorm on Jun 11, 2013 16:30:10 GMT -5
all right
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Post by night fury100 on Jun 11, 2013 16:50:25 GMT -5
Does that mean we can't work on mysterious Darkender?
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Post by killjoy on Jun 11, 2013 16:51:32 GMT -5
Hell no he needs to do that I meant rpes 4 me
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Post by night fury100 on Jun 11, 2013 16:55:45 GMT -5
Oh OK in that case SHOCK GET TO WORK NOW OR ELSE I WILL KICK YOUR ASS SO BAD YOU'LL STILL FEEL THE PAIN WHEN YOUR DEAD!!!!!
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Post by killjoy on Jun 11, 2013 16:57:11 GMT -5
That'd be ecil of me to even suggest I want mysterious darkender to get going cause I'm using it for a lot of fluff between my oces and azronical has yet to get his revenge !
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Post by killjoy on Jun 11, 2013 16:58:57 GMT -5
Uh oh.. (Hides underneath desk) (Even scarier is i did NOT tell him to say that O.O)
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Post by Shockstorm on Jun 11, 2013 21:51:35 GMT -5
could you list out what all I need to cover in my part again, I don't want to miss anyhting
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Post by killjoy on Jun 11, 2013 21:55:22 GMT -5
Your oces somehow getting wind of Rovertson and Azronical them finding them all the events that happened in my post from their pov and then have them chat about whatever then after you cover everything short timeskip a couple days to them catching my moddern oc then timeskip about a day to them arriving back say what you want at the end leave Roovertson a space to talk. But on the explanation part leave plenty of Azronical and Rovertson () you might have to chunk it into bits so you can c my oces reactions.
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Post by Shockstorm on Jun 14, 2013 17:28:01 GMT -5
~WIP, This is just the first part, fill in responses and I'll edit for Peter's and Arc's reactions to the responses~
Peter and Arc had been travelling for days trying to find the place that their contact in Asralie had told them about. They have been travelling all across Europe looking for relics and other links to Peter's ancestor, Jorgen Solid-Stone. His mission had started out as a personal one, but has since become his official mission for the Draco Protectorate. The official sponsorship was especially helpful in that he gained access to the Protectorates wide net of contacts and resources. Lately he had been tracking the rumor that some particularly old Ebonystrikers were living somewhere in the area Peter now flew through. "Hey Arc," Peter said to his Skrill, who was descendant from Jorgen's Skrill Shockstorm, "How about we rest in that cave there. We've been flying all day, so don't even pretend that you're not tired. We can begin our search tomorrow." They descended down and flew into the cave, coming to a stop. Peter unloaded their travel gear and Arc started a small fire in the middle of their campsite. After a few minutes they had a nice camp set up. "Welcome to the Protectorate royal suite, have a wonderful night." Peter said jokingly as he examined their camp. "If you have any problems, please report them to the front desk." Arc added.
The next morning, they packed up their camp and flew out into the forest to search for the old Ebonystrikers. After almost a full day of searching, Peter spotted something below them. He signaled Arc and they landed in the woods a little ways away from the object Peter had spotted. They crept up quietly, as they had no idea what they were approaching. Eventually they got to the edge of a clearing, and from their vantage point behind a large tree, Peter could make out a massive dragon, and another one not far off. Peter couldn't shake the feeling that these two dragons, clearly Ebonystrikers, were familiar. But before he could think more on it, the smaller of the two knocked Arc aside and grabbed them both, dragging them into the clearing where the other Ebonystriker now sat awake. While struggling to free himself, Peter noticed that the smaller Ebonystriker, which he now realized was a life elemental, was on two legs. He knew he should know what that meant, but was too busy struggling to think about it. He heard the life Ebonystriker ask him some questions, but he wasn't comfortable to answer to the dragon that just dragged him out from a tree. When they saw the 'strikers teasing eachother, however, Peter and Arc both relaxed enought to respond to their questions. "Ha! My family never runs out of electricity! Ours replenishes on it's own, thanks to my grandfather!" Arc replied to the Ebonystriker. "Wait, electricity won't affect you? And your resistance was developed, not inborn? You wouldn't mind if maybe I take a few skin samples for study, would you? () replied the life Ebonystriker. "Oh, you mean Jorgen as in Jorgen Solid-Stone? Well I got this sword as an heirloom, I'm a descendant of Jorgen. And since you know him and recognize this sword, then it is obvious of who you are!" Peter exclaimed in excitement. "You must be Rovertson! After all, no other life Ebonystriker is like you." he said pointing to the life Ebonystriker. "And you can only be Azronicle, Grandfather told me a lot about you. His name was Shockstorm." Arc finished. () replied Rovertson. () said Azronicle. "Anyway, I guess we should introduce ourselves. My name is Peter Fasten, prince of the Draco Protectorate and this is my partner, Arc. And we have been travelling the world searching for relics left behind by Jorgen, or anything connected to him. We were actually looking for you, though we didn't know it would be you specifically." Peter said to the Ebonystrikers that had once been friends with his and Arc's ancestors. () said Azronicle. () said Rovertson. "Right then, well, I propose we help each other out. You tell us about Jorgen and Shockstorm, and we can tell you about some things you've missed out on, like the Draco Protectorate. Deal?" Peter asked.
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Post by killjoy on Jun 14, 2013 18:58:47 GMT -5
Peter and Arc had been travelling for days trying to find the place that their contact in Asralie had told them about. They have been travelling all across Europe looking for relics and other links to Peter's ancestor, Jorgen Solid-Stone. His mission had started out as a personal one, but has since become his official mission for the Draco Protectorate. The official sponsorship was especially helpful in that he gained access to the Protectorates wide net of contacts and resources. Lately he had been tracking the rumor that some particularly old Ebonystrikers were living somewhere in the area Peter now flew through. "Hey Arc," Peter said to his Skrill, who was descendant from Jorgen's Skrill Shockstorm, "How about we rest in that cave there. We've been flying all day, so don't even pretend that you're not tired. We can begin our search tomorrow." They descended down and flew into the cave, coming to a stop. Peter unloaded their travel gear and Arc started a small fire in the middle of their campsite. After a few minutes they had a nice camp set up. "Welcome to the Protectorate royal suite, have a wonderful night." Peter said jokingly as he examined their camp. "If you have any problems, please report them to the front desk." Arc added.
The next morning, they packed up their camp and flew out into the forest to search for the old Ebonystrikers. After almost a full day of searching, Peter spotted something below them. He signaled Arc and they landed in the woods a little ways away from the object Peter had spotted. They crept up quietly, as they had no idea what they were approaching. Eventually they got to the edge of a clearing, and from their vantage point behind a large tree, Peter could make out a massive dragon, and another one not far off. Peter couldn't shake the feeling that these two dragons, clearly Ebonystrikers, were familiar. But before he could think more on it, the smaller of the two knocked Arc aside and grabbed them both, dragging them into the clearing where the other Ebonystriker now sat awake. While struggling to free himself, Peter noticed that the smaller Ebonystriker, which he now realized was a life elemental, was on two legs. He knew he should know what that meant, but was too busy struggling to think about it. He heard the life Ebonystriker ask him some questions, but he wasn't comfortable to answer to the dragon that just dragged him out from a tree. When they saw the 'strikers teasing eachother, however, Peter and Arc both relaxed enought to respond to their questions. "Ha! My family never runs out of electricity! Ours replenishes on it's own, thanks to my grandfather!" Arc replied to the Ebonystriker. "Wait, electricity won't affect you? And your resistance was developed, not inborn? You wouldn't mind if maybe I take a few skin samples for study, would you? "That is exactly the same kind of stupid thing Jorgen allways tried to do to me! And now that I think of that he does look like him..." replied the life Ebonystriker. "Oh, you mean Jorgen as in Jorgen Solid-Stone? Well I got this sword as an heirloom, I'm a descendant of Jorgen. And since you know him and recognize this sword, then it is obvious of who you are!" Peter exclaimed in excitement. "You must be Rovertson! After all, no other life Ebonystriker is like you." he said pointing to the life Ebonystriker. "And you can only be Azronicle, Grandfather told me a lot about you. His name was Shockstorm." Arc finished. "This is completely strange What are the chances." replied Rovertson. "Rovertson stuff stopped being strange a few thousand years back And yes thats who we are." said Azronicle. "Anyway, I guess we should introduce ourselves. My name is Peter Fasten, prince of the Draco Protectorate and this is my partner, Arc. And we have been travelling the world searching for relics left behind by Jorgen, or anything connected to him. We were actually looking for you, though we didn't know it would be you specifically." Peter said to the Ebonystrikers that had once been friends with his and Arc's ancestors. Azronical flinched visibly at hearing the skrills name but recovered shortly after. Rovertson gave a descrete pat on Azronicals back with his tail knowing the name was a painfull one to hear for him. "Rovertson honestly did you have to get that close to the town someone probably saw you. How else would there be rumors." said Azronicle. "What he couldve been the one of my family would be so hard. You said you search for things would you mind helping us find someone? We have been trying to find this person for awile. Ohh and as an afterthought do not shock me arc when I come in contact with askins lightning even as diluted as yours will be I get extremely aggresive." said Rovertson. "Right then, well, I propose we help each other out. You tell us about Jorgen and Shockstorm, and we can tell you about some things you've missed out on, like the Draco Protectorate. Deal?" Peter asked.
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Post by Shockstorm on Jun 14, 2013 20:09:04 GMT -5
~WIP, fill in so I can continue~
Peter and Arc had been travelling for days trying to find the place that their contact in Asralie had told them about. They have been travelling all across Europe looking for relics and other links to Peter's ancestor, Jorgen Solid-Stone. His mission had started out as a personal one, but has since become his official mission for the Draco Protectorate. The official sponsorship was especially helpful in that he gained access to the Protectorates wide net of contacts and resources. Lately he had been tracking the rumor that some particularly old Ebonystrikers were living somewhere in the area Peter now flew through. "Hey Arc," Peter said to his Skrill, who was descendant from Jorgen's Skrill Shockstorm, "How about we rest in that cave there. We've been flying all day, so don't even pretend that you're not tired. We can begin our search tomorrow." They descended down and flew into the cave, coming to a stop. Peter unloaded their travel gear and Arc started a small fire in the middle of their campsite. After a few minutes they had a nice camp set up. "Welcome to the Protectorate royal suite, have a wonderful night." Peter said jokingly as he examined their camp. "If you have any problems, please report them to the front desk." Arc added.
The next morning, they packed up their camp and flew out into the forest to search for the old Ebonystrikers. After almost a full day of searching, Peter spotted something below them. He signaled Arc and they landed in the woods a little ways away from the object Peter had spotted. They crept up quietly, as they had no idea what they were approaching. Eventually they got to the edge of a clearing, and from their vantage point behind a large tree, Peter could make out a massive dragon, and another one not far off. Peter couldn't shake the feeling that these two dragons, clearly Ebonystrikers, were familiar. But before he could think more on it, the smaller of the two knocked Arc aside and grabbed them both, dragging them into the clearing where the other Ebonystriker now sat awake. While struggling to free himself, Peter noticed that the smaller Ebonystriker, which he now realized was a life elemental, was on two legs. He knew he should know what that meant, but was too busy struggling to think about it. He heard the life Ebonystriker ask him some questions, but he wasn't comfortable to answer to the dragon that just dragged him out from a tree. When they saw the 'strikers teasing eachother, however, Peter and Arc both relaxed enought to respond to their questions. "Ha! My family never runs out of electricity! Ours replenishes on it's own, thanks to my grandfather!" Arc replied to the Ebonystriker. "Wait, electricity won't affect you? And your resistance was developed, not inborn? You wouldn't mind if maybe I take a few skin samples for study, would you? "That is exactly the same kind of stupid thing Jorgen allways tried to do to me! And now that I think of that he does look like him..." replied the life Ebonystriker.
"Oh, you mean Jorgen as in Jorgen Solid-Stone? Well I got this sword as an heirloom, I'm a descendant of Jorgen. And since you know him and recognize this sword, then it is obvious of who you are!" Peter exclaimed in excitement. "You must be Rovertson! After all, no other life Ebonystriker is like you." he said pointing to the life Ebonystriker. "And you can only be Azronicle, Grandfather told me a lot about you. His name was Shockstorm." Arc finished. "This is completely strange What are the chances." replied Rovertson. "Rovertson stuff stopped being strange a few thousand years back And yes thats who we are." said Azronicle. "Anyway, I guess we should introduce ourselves. My name is Peter Fasten, prince of the Draco Protectorate and this is my partner, Arc. And we have been travelling the world searching for relics left behind by Jorgen, or anything connected to him. We were actually looking for you, though we didn't know it would be you specifically." Peter said to the Ebonystrikers that had once been friends with his and Arc's ancestors. Azronical flinched visibly at hearing the skrills name but recovered shortly after. Rovertson gave a descrete pat on Azronicals back with his tail knowing the name was a painfull one to hear for him. "Rovertson honestly did you have to get that close to the town someone probably saw you. How else would there be rumors." said Azronicle. "What he couldve been the one of my family would be so hard. You said you search for things would you mind helping us find someone? We have been trying to find this person for awile. Ohh and as an afterthought do not shock me arc when I come in contact with askins lightning even as diluted as yours will be I get extremely aggresive." said Rovertson. "Right then, well, I propose we help each other out. You tell us about Jorgen and Shockstorm, and we can tell you about some things you've missed out on, like the Draco Protectorate. And as a favor we'll help you find whoever it is you're looking for. Deal?" Peter asked. () replied Rovertson. Peter nodded in satisfaction. "All right then, let's get started, we have much to discuss." Peter said.
~a few days later~
"Well, thank you for all that information. This should speed up our job by a year at the least!" Peter said to Rovertson as he and Arc prepared to go find this descendant of Rovertson. Luckily the Protectorate had kept an eye on the family lineage of all of the old dragon riders, and combined with Rovertson's information on the guy, so Peter had a good idea where to start their search. "We should be back in a few days. If we're not back in a week, well then we're probably either an exclusive zoo exhibit or a beautiful grease spot somewhere. Either way, just don't come looking for us." Peter said as he and Arc began to hover into the air. "See you later! We'll make sure nothing happens to your great-times-whatever nephew!" he called as they flew off to where their sources indicated the descendant was. After about a day of flying, Peter and Arc arrived in the approximate area where their target lived. The first thing they noticed was the helicopter getting shot out of the sky by a nearby military installation. "Arc, time for a rescue! If our dossier on this guy is correct, then the person that just fell out of that chopper may be our target! You know the drill!" Peter said and Arc went into a steep dive and intercepted the falling body, catching the person in his talons but careful not to scratch him. Peter was about to call down to their catch but saw him fall unconscious. "Looks like we got our target!" Peter said before noticing the shrapnel in the guy's shoulder. "He's hurt! Once we're clear of the military do a loop and throw to get him on your back so I can treat his wounds!" Peter called to Arc.
The next day they arrived back at the clearing. While their target had not woken up, Peter had removed the shrapnel and treated his injuries as best he could without having them land. They landed and they brought the guy over to Rovertson. () asked Rovertson. "We found him right as he got shot down my a military base. I've treated the major wounds but he hasn't woken up. () Rovertson said.
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Post by killjoy on Jun 14, 2013 20:33:49 GMT -5
Peter and Arc had been travelling for days trying to find the place that their contact in Asralie had told them about. They have been travelling all across Europe looking for relics and other links to Peter's ancestor, Jorgen Solid-Stone. His mission had started out as a personal one, but has since become his official mission for the Draco Protectorate. The official sponsorship was especially helpful in that he gained access to the Protectorates wide net of contacts and resources. Lately he had been tracking the rumor that some particularly old Ebonystrikers were living somewhere in the area Peter now flew through. "Hey Arc," Peter said to his Skrill, who was descendant from Jorgen's Skrill Shockstorm, "How about we rest in that cave there. We've been flying all day, so don't even pretend that you're not tired. We can begin our search tomorrow." They descended down and flew into the cave, coming to a stop. Peter unloaded their travel gear and Arc started a small fire in the middle of their campsite. After a few minutes they had a nice camp set up. "Welcome to the Protectorate royal suite, have a wonderful night." Peter said jokingly as he examined their camp. "If you have any problems, please report them to the front desk." Arc added.
The next morning, they packed up their camp and flew out into the forest to search for the old Ebonystrikers. After almost a full day of searching, Peter spotted something below them. He signaled Arc and they landed in the woods a little ways away from the object Peter had spotted. They crept up quietly, as they had no idea what they were approaching. Eventually they got to the edge of a clearing, and from their vantage point behind a large tree, Peter could make out a massive dragon, and another one not far off. Peter couldn't shake the feeling that these two dragons, clearly Ebonystrikers, were familiar. But before he could think more on it, the smaller of the two knocked Arc aside and grabbed them both, dragging them into the clearing where the other Ebonystriker now sat awake. While struggling to free himself, Peter noticed that the smaller Ebonystriker, which he now realized was a life elemental, was on two legs. He knew he should know what that meant, but was too busy struggling to think about it. He heard the life Ebonystriker ask him some questions, but he wasn't comfortable to answer to the dragon that just dragged him out from a tree. When they saw the 'strikers teasing eachother, however, Peter and Arc both relaxed enought to respond to their questions. "Ha! My family never runs out of electricity! Ours replenishes on it's own, thanks to my grandfather!" Arc replied to the Ebonystriker. "Wait, electricity won't affect you? And your resistance was developed, not inborn? You wouldn't mind if maybe I take a few skin samples for study, would you? "That is exactly the same kind of stupid thing Jorgen allways tried to do to me! And now that I think of that he does look like him..." replied the life Ebonystriker.
"Oh, you mean Jorgen as in Jorgen Solid-Stone? Well I got this sword as an heirloom, I'm a descendant of Jorgen. And since you know him and recognize this sword, then it is obvious of who you are!" Peter exclaimed in excitement. "You must be Rovertson! After all, no other life Ebonystriker is like you." he said pointing to the life Ebonystriker. "And you can only be Azronicle, Grandfather told me a lot about you. His name was Shockstorm." Arc finished. "This is completely strange What are the chances." replied Rovertson. "Rovertson stuff stopped being strange a few thousand years back And yes thats who we are." said Azronicle. "Anyway, I guess we should introduce ourselves. My name is Peter Fasten, prince of the Draco Protectorate and this is my partner, Arc. And we have been travelling the world searching for relics left behind by Jorgen, or anything connected to him. We were actually looking for you, though we didn't know it would be you specifically." Peter said to the Ebonystrikers that had once been friends with his and Arc's ancestors. Azronical flinched visibly at hearing the skrills name but recovered shortly after. Rovertson gave a descrete pat on Azronicals back with his tail knowing the name was a painfull one to hear for him. "Rovertson honestly did you have to get that close to the town someone probably saw you. How else would there be rumors." said Azronicle. "What he couldve been the one of my family would be so hard. You said you search for things would you mind helping us find someone? We have been trying to find this person for awile. Ohh and as an afterthought do not shock me arc when I come in contact with askins lightning even as diluted as yours will be I get extremely aggresive." said Rovertson. "Right then, well, I propose we help each other out. You tell us about Jorgen and Shockstorm, and we can tell you about some things you've missed out on, like the Draco Protectorate. And as a favor we'll help you find whoever it is you're looking for. Deal?" Peter asked. "Fine but Azronicals the one who enjoys telling storys he had to keep Haze occupied many times and no doupt you know about him." replied Rovertson getting tired of talking in english reverting back to dragonese. Peter nodded in satisfaction. "All right then, let's get started, we have much to discuss." Peter said.
~a few days later~
"Well, thank you for all that information. This should speed up our job by a year at the least!" Peter said to Rovertson as he and Arc prepared to go find this descendant of Rovertson. Luckily the Protectorate had kept an eye on the family lineage of all of the old dragon riders, and combined with Rovertson's information on the guy, so Peter had a good idea where to start their search. "We should be back in a few days. If we're not back in a week, well then we're probably either an exclusive zoo exhibit or a beautiful grease spot somewhere. Either way, just don't come looking for us." Peter said as he and Arc began to hover into the air. "See you later! We'll make sure nothing happens to your great-times-whatever nephew!" he called as they flew off to where their sources indicated the descendant was. After about a day of flying, Peter and Arc arrived in the approximate area where their target lived. The first thing they noticed was the helicopter getting shot out of the sky by a nearby military installation. "Arc, time for a rescue! If our dossier on this guy is correct, then the person that just fell out of that chopper may be our target! You know the drill!" Peter said and Arc went into a steep dive and intercepted the falling body, catching the person in his talons but careful not to scratch him. Peter was about to call down to their catch but saw him fall unconscious. "Looks like we got our target!" Peter said before noticing the shrapnel in the guy's shoulder. "He's hurt! Once we're clear of the military do a loop and throw to get him on your back so I can treat his wounds!" Peter called to Arc.
The next day they arrived back at the clearing. While their target had not woken up, Peter had removed the shrapnel and treated his injuries as best he could without having them land. They landed and they brought the guy over to Rovertson. "Uhh maybe I shouldve mentioned bringing him back in one piece" asked Rovertson. "We found him right as he got shot down my a military base. I've treated the major wounds but he hasn't woken up. "Ill finish the rest of the wounds he will wake up on his own time." Rovertson said.
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