future rp breath of change universe

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tell me if you want me to remove the tour idea Azronicle asked for if its to much of a pain shock

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After some time flying, Peter became aware that they were nearing Dracobyen. He couldn't really see it, the entire island had more protection than Asralie and Ekoros combined, but as he was able to understand there was a powerful beacon made from special stones that reacted with the gems that are inlaid in the Protectorate seal that would hum slightly as the seal and the beacon grew closer. As they were flying, though, Peter noticed that the little bit of light they had been getting from the moon was cut off, and the air around them became thicker and smoke-like. "Ebonystriker technology of course expected as much." Said Rovertson "Even more powerfull then Asralies field it seems but Asralie probably has a smaller protection field because of our limited resources. A little overkill if you ask me." Said Azronical carefull to not sound jealeous. "I'm......finding it........hard.......to.......BREATH!" Kyle said. "Trust me, you have no idea how many close calls we've had of getting detected, especially with modern technology! So naturally we use all the defensive measures we can get our hands on, but this smoke is, odd." Peter said before a loud roar filled the air. Shortly thereafter he heard a thud and looked back to see if the others were okay, but he couldn't quite make out where Azronicle was. He was about to call out when he heard a particularly familiar voice. "AZRONICLE!!! It's been FOREVER, where have you been? Have you had any trouble over the last few hundred years? Why did you never bother to contact me?" demanded a familiar dragon as it and Azronicle came back into view, after Azronicle had been knocked down a bit. The newcomer was a Smothering Smokebreath, and probably the largest out of it's entire species' history, at just under the same size as Arc, and likely the oldest living as well.

After several seconds of recovering his wits Azronicle finally replied "Haze your still alive I did try and contact you but I could never find you! You have grown so much almost as big as I was when we first met. You definitely gained some weight almost knocked me in the ocean. Lets land so i can catch my breath and we can catch up you winded me a bit but I'm so glad your still ok I did miss you." replied Azronicle sounding a lot happier then he had in a long time. Peter turned back around to face where he knew Dracobyen was, and wasn't surprised to see that the path to the island was now lined with Protectorate dragons, many of which had riders, and that right in the middle hovered a middle aged man riding a Bonenapper. "I'm sorry about the royal welcome. The Council insisted that your return receive all the royal rights owed to friends of Jorgen, and their descendants." the man called. "I'm sure they don't mind too bad dad, though I am surprised by just how many of the Council members I can see out here." Peter called back. "I appreciate it but wish it was under better circumstances. So who are you?" Said Rovertson carefully in english so if there where any who had not learnt dragonese around yet they would understand. Not used to being around so many at one time made him a little nervous at all the attention Meanwhile Gillien seemed to be in shock and quite a bit fazed by all the dragons. "I'm perfectly fine with all this and I've desired what my answer to the request to join the Protectorates I'd be happy to join" Kyle said now able to breath probably. "Oh, sorry, where are my manners. My name is Thomas Fasten, Chief of the Protectorate and father of Peter. My friend here is called Screech, though he won't say anything. He had an accident when he was a hatchling that nearly killed him, but his vocal cords never recovered." Thomas said in perfect dragonese, patting Screech the Bonenapper on the head. "And I will be honored to conduct the ceremony myself, Lord Kyle. Though we will have to modify it a bit, normally part of the ceremony is when the new member chooses his dragon companion, often one that they grew up with, but you already have a companion. But enough of that for now, let's land and get all of you situated." Thomas finished before turning and guiding the group over to Dracobyen, still barely visible through the Ebonystriker defenses. "That sounds a lot like what happened to Darkender and I can't wait Mr Thomas Fasten." Kyle said exsitedly. After Kyle got done talking Rovertson asked Thomas "I think I should talk to you alone soon about Askin. I know alot more about her then anything else alive and can tell you what she Really is. And the talk alone part is not a request its mandatory if I'm going to tell what I have to tell. I'm sorry if its inconvinent but the only reason I've lived as long as I have and nearly hunted the deamon population to extinction over ten times is because of my suspicions and I'm not so keen on losing the thing that has kept me alive all this time. On a different note you ever noticed how the deamon population flutuates up and down over the years? Every time deamon activity has significantly lowered is mostly because I became more active in hunting them and I've become so close to ridding of them all but they allways have recovered. I was hoping the procterate might know how they recover so quickly so after askin is dealt with the deamons can be dealt with properly." After saying this Rovertson looked over to his wounded side and winced in pain. "I need you to see what you can have done about this demonic desiese I doupt you can cure it but maybe you can slow it down so I can find a cure myself. Its not contagious luckly or we would be in a much more dire situation and its spreading slower then it should be peobably due to my unrivaled healing abilities. Even so I would have died monthes ago if not for the massive amount of energy I have stored away. Something anciently powerfull did this and I've never heard of anything like it and I've heard of them all I fear another arch deamon has awoken thanks to askins meddleing. One as powerfull or more powerfull then Rezeroth. More likely the latter even Rezeroth could not hurt ebonystrikers with his plague and I should be the hardest to infect of them all." ______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________

Haze was immensely glad to see Azronicle, he had begun to think that Azronicle and Rovertson had died. But now he flew along his old friend and father figure toward his home. "Well I guess we are a bit hard to find, the Protectorate has spent many fortunes to remain undetected by the modern world. But anyway, how have you been? It's been what, almost a thousand years since we last saw each other?" Haze asked. "Well Haze I've been Chasing and hunting deamons almost the full time killing of their population and trying to find a way to finish Askin forever. Its been lonely most of the time with just Rovertson and Azura occasionally when Asralie didn't need her. It has been about a thousand years. But enough about me has life been treating you well Haze? I want to hear all about you for one time instead of just me telling the stories." replied Azronicle. "Well, when Jorgen created the Protectorate, Shock, Sunfire and I all joined of course. Then there was the process of building the Protectorate up, which took a lot of time and involved quite a few battles that I can talk about later. After that everything just sort of fell into a routine, rescue some humans from rogue dragons, or vice versa, provide safety for refugee Ebonystrikers from the east and west, and so on. It only just got interesting in the last few centuries! First we merged with the Hunters, you know, Ingrid's and Tempest's group, though the joining wasn't entirely peaceful. But lately we've been gearing up for when Askin returns, which by what I've heard is now, and fighting demons where we can. You should have been there for the Great Revolt, back from 1930 to 1952! Dracobyen was under siege almost the entire time, I never thought I'd see old Shock get so mad! When his mate and two of his kids died, he flew into a rage! Even Rovertson wasn't as scary when he went into a rampage! By that time Dracobyen was about to fall, most of us were exhausted and badly injured, most of the life Ebonystrikers were hurt especially bad, so Shockstorm flew out alone against that army of eastern Ebonystrikers and humans and took them all down on his own! I think his powers leftover from Askin helped too, he actually created a storm system that took days to clear up!" Haze said excitedly as they flew back toward Dracobyen. "that most defenantly sounds like the Shock I knew. A thousand years is a long time alot has happened. Over time me and Rovertson have at times allmost widdled the deamon population down the extinction multiple times but they allways recover before we can finish them off. Allmost all the deamons fear Rovertson because hes gotten to be such a good deamonhuntr. You remember those deamonhunters that joined us in the fight against Rezeroth? Well after Jorgen left Rovertson joined their ranks and made it a personal vendeta to wipe out all deamons and has become the best deamonkiller out there in the world today over time. Me I keep him from getting himself killed as usual. He still has that old habbit of ending up in dire situations like crazy." Azronical laughed a bit before continuing. "Why don't you give me a tour of the place id love to see what this place looks like now."




I've edited my post a bit here's the result

[killjoy]

Possibly another archdeamon hmmmmmm

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like the changes?

[night fury100]

Yep

[Shockstorm]

After some time flying, Peter became aware that they were nearing Dracobyen. He couldn't really see it, the entire island had more protection than Asralie and Ekoros combined, but as he was able to understand there was a powerful beacon made from special stones that reacted with the gems that are inlaid in the Protectorate seal that would hum slightly as the seal and the beacon grew closer. As they were flying, though, Peter noticed that the little bit of light they had been getting from the moon was cut off, and the air around them became thicker and smoke-like. "Ebonystriker technology of course expected as much." Said Rovertson "Even more powerfull then Asralies field it seems but Asralie probably has a smaller protection field because of our limited resources. A little overkill if you ask me." Said Azronical carefull to not sound jealeous. "I'm......finding it........hard.......to.......BREATH!" Kyle said. "Trust me, you have no idea how many close calls we've had of getting detected, especially with modern technology! So naturally we use all the defensive measures we can get our hands on, but this smoke is, odd." Peter said before a loud roar filled the air. Shortly thereafter he heard a thud and looked back to see if the others were okay, but he couldn't quite make out where Azronicle was. He was about to call out when he heard a particularly familiar voice. "AZRONICLE!!! It's been FOREVER, where have you been? Have you had any trouble over the last few hundred years? Why did you never bother to contact me?" demanded a familiar dragon as it and Azronicle came back into view, after Azronicle had been knocked down a bit. The newcomer was a Smothering Smokebreath, and probably the largest out of it's entire species' history, at just under the same size as Arc, and likely the oldest living as well.

After several seconds of recovering his wits Azronicle finally replied "Haze your still alive I did try and contact you but I could never find you! You have grown so much almost as big as I was when we first met. You definitely gained some weight almost knocked me in the ocean. Lets land so i can catch my breath and we can catch up you winded me a bit but I'm so glad your still okay I did miss you." replied Azronicle sounding a lot happier then he had in a long time. Peter turned back around to face where he knew Dracobyen was, and wasn't surprised to see that the path to the island was now lined with Protectorate dragons, many of which had riders, and that right in the middle hovered a middle aged man riding a Bonenapper. "I'm sorry about the royal welcome. The Council insisted that your return receive all the royal rights owed to friends of Jorgen, and their descendants." the man called. "I'm sure they don't mind too bad dad, though I am surprised by just how many of the Council members I can see out here." Peter called back. "I appreciate it but wish it was under better circumstances. So who are you?" Said Rovertson carefully in english so if there where any who had not learnt dragonese around yet they would understand. Not used to being around so many at one time made him a little nervous at all the attention Meanwhile Gillien seemed to be in shock and quite a bit fazed by all the dragons. "I'm perfectly fine with all this and I've desired what my answer to the request to join the Protectorates I'd be happy to join" Kyle said now able to breath probably. "Oh, sorry, where are my manners. My name is Thomas Fasten, Chief of the Protectorate and father of Peter. My friend here is called Screech, though he won't say anything. He had an accident when he was a hatchling that nearly killed him, but his vocal cords never recovered." Thomas said in perfect dragonese, patting Screech the Bonenapper on the head. "And I will be honored to conduct the ceremony myself, Lord Kyle. Though we will have to modify it a bit, normally part of the ceremony is when the new member chooses his dragon companion, often one that they grew up with, but you already have a companion. But enough of that for now, let's land and get all of you situated." Thomas finished before turning and guiding the group over to Dracobyen, still barely visible through the Ebonystriker defenses.

"That sounds a lot like what happened to Darkender and I can't wait Mr Thomas Fasten." Kyle said excitedly. After Kyle got done talking Rovertson asked Thomas "I think I should talk to you alone soon about Askin. I know a lot more about her then anything else alive and can tell you what she Really is. And the talk alone part is not a request its mandatory if I'm going to tell what I have to tell. I'm sorry if its inconvenient but the only reason I've lived as long as I have and nearly hunted the deamon population to extinction over ten times is because of my suspicions and I'm not so keen on losing the thing that has kept me alive all this time. On a different note you ever noticed how the deamon population fluctuates up and down over the years? Every time deamon activity has significantly lowered is mostly because I became more active in hunting them and I've become so close to ridding of them all but they always have recovered. I was hoping the Protectorate might know how they recover so quickly so after Askin is dealt with the deamons can be dealt with properly." After saying this Rovertson looked over to his wounded side and winced in pain. "I need you to see what you can have done about this demonic disease I doubt you can cure it but maybe you can slow it down so I can find a cure myself. Its not contagious luckily or we would be in a much more dire situation and its spreading slower then it should be probably due to my unrivaled healing abilities. Even so I would have died months ago if not for the massive amount of energy I have stored away. Something anciently powerful did this and I've never heard of anything like it and I've heard of them all I fear another arch deamon has awoken thanks to Askin's meddling. One as powerful or more powerful then Rezeroth. More likely the latter even Rezeroth could not hurt ebonystrikers with his plague and I should be the hardest to infect of them all."

Thomas did not reply to Rovertson, but instead flew on in silence toward Dracobyen. As they began passing through the many layers of defenses, the surface portion of Dracobyen slowly became more visible. Once they were through the defenses and past the walls, they landed on a large tower Peter knew was specifically designed for numerous dragons to land on. "Alright, well welcome to the capitol of the Draco Protectorate, the city of Dracobyen. Although you may recognize the name of the island more easily, welcome to Dovangard, once home of the Sea-Pillar tribe and now the Protectorate. Anyway, Rovertson, you'll come with me. We have much to discuss about Askin, and we'll see if we can at least slow that disease. I imagine Haze will show Azronicle around our home, so Peter, I want you to show Kyle, Darkender and Rouge around. And Gillien, if that's alright with you Rovertson." Thomas said in a more commanding voice than before, Peter recognized it as his chief voice. "Yes father. I expect you'll want us all to meet you in the Great Hall in a few hours?" Peter asked. Hos dad nodded in reply. (Rovertson). (night's OCs).
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Haze was immensely glad to see Azronicle, he had begun to think that Azronicle and Rovertson had died. But now he flew along his old friend and father figure toward his home. "Well I guess we are a bit hard to find, the Protectorate has spent many fortunes to remain undetected by the modern world. But anyway, how have you been? It's been what, almost a thousand years since we last saw each other?" Haze asked. "Well Haze I've been Chasing and hunting deamons almost the full time killing of their population and trying to find a way to finish Askin forever. Its been lonely most of the time with just Rovertson and Azura occasionally when Asralie didn't need her. It has been about a thousand years. But enough about me has life been treating you well Haze? I want to hear all about you for one time instead of just me telling the stories." replied Azronicle. "Well, when Jorgen created the Protectorate, Shock, Sunfire and I all joined of course. Then there was the process of building the Protectorate up, which took a lot of time and involved quite a few battles that I can talk about later. After that everything just sort of fell into a routine, rescue some humans from rogue dragons, or vice versa, provide safety for refugee Ebonystrikers from the east and west, and so on. It only just got interesting in the last few centuries! First we merged with the Hunters, you know, Ingrid's and Tempest's group, though the joining wasn't entirely peaceful. But lately we've been gearing up for when Askin returns, which by what I've heard is now, and fighting demons where we can. You should have been there for the Great Revolt, back from 1930 to 1952! Dracobyen was under siege almost the entire time, I never thought I'd see old Shock get so mad! When his mate and two of his kids died, he flew into a rage! Even Rovertson wasn't as scary when he went into a rampage! By that time Dracobyen was about to fall, most of us were exhausted and badly injured, most of the life Ebonystrikers were hurt especially bad, so Shockstorm flew out alone against that army of eastern Ebonystrikers and humans and took them all down on his own! I think his powers leftover from Askin helped too, he actually created a storm system that took days to clear up!" Haze said excitedly as they flew back toward Dracobyen. "that most definitely sounds like the Shock I knew. A thousand years is a long time alot has happened. Over time me and Rovertson have at times almost widdled the deamon population down the extinction multiple times but they always recover before we can finish them off. Almost all the deamons fear Rovertson because hes gotten to be such a good deamonhunter. You remember those deamonhunters that joined us in the fight against Rezeroth? Well after Jorgen left Rovertson joined their ranks and made it a personal vendeta to wipe out all deamons and has become the best deamonkiller out there in the world today over time. Me I keep him from getting himself killed as usual. He still has that old habit of ending up in dire situations like crazy." Azronical laughed a bit before continuing. "Why don't you give me a tour of the place I'd love to see what this place looks like now."

"Of course I'll give you a tour! Though I won't be able to show you everywhere, you're a little, ah, large to fit through some corridors." Haze said eagerly as they landed on the perch tower. "Come on, the Chief Protector will understand that I'm giving you a tour." Haze said as he led the way over to a large castle-like structure. (Az).

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After some time flying, Peter became aware that they were nearing Dracobyen. He couldn't really see it, the entire island had more protection than Asralie and Ekoros combined, but as he was able to understand there was a powerful beacon made from special stones that reacted with the gems that are inlaid in the Protectorate seal that would hum slightly as the seal and the beacon grew closer. As they were flying, though, Peter noticed that the little bit of light they had been getting from the moon was cut off, and the air around them became thicker and smoke-like. "Ebonystriker technology of course expected as much." Said Rovertson "Even more powerfull then Asralies field it seems but Asralie probably has a smaller protection field because of our limited resources. A little overkill if you ask me." Said Azronical carefull to not sound jealeous. "I'm......finding it........hard.......to.......BREATH!" Kyle said. "Trust me, you have no idea how many close calls we've had of getting detected, especially with modern technology! So naturally we use all the defensive measures we can get our hands on, but this smoke is, odd." Peter said before a loud roar filled the air. Shortly thereafter he heard a thud and looked back to see if the others were okay, but he couldn't quite make out where Azronicle was. He was about to call out when he heard a particularly familiar voice. "AZRONICLE!!! It's been FOREVER, where have you been? Have you had any trouble over the last few hundred years? Why did you never bother to contact me?" demanded a familiar dragon as it and Azronicle came back into view, after Azronicle had been knocked down a bit. The newcomer was a Smothering Smokebreath, and probably the largest out of it's entire species' history, at just under the same size as Arc, and likely the oldest living as well.

After several seconds of recovering his wits Azronicle finally replied "Haze your still alive I did try and contact you but I could never find you! You have grown so much almost as big as I was when we first met. You definitely gained some weight almost knocked me in the ocean. Lets land so i can catch my breath and we can catch up you winded me a bit but I'm so glad your still okay I did miss you." replied Azronicle sounding a lot happier then he had in a long time. Peter turned back around to face where he knew Dracobyen was, and wasn't surprised to see that the path to the island was now lined with Protectorate dragons, many of which had riders, and that right in the middle hovered a middle aged man riding a Bonenapper. "I'm sorry about the royal welcome. The Council insisted that your return receive all the royal rights owed to friends of Jorgen, and their descendants." the man called. "I'm sure they don't mind too bad dad, though I am surprised by just how many of the Council members I can see out here." Peter called back. "I appreciate it but wish it was under better circumstances. So who are you?" Said Rovertson carefully in english so if there where any who had not learnt dragonese around yet they would understand. Not used to being around so many at one time made him a little nervous at all the attention Meanwhile Gillien seemed to be in shock and quite a bit fazed by all the dragons. "I'm perfectly fine with all this and I've desired what my answer to the request to join the Protectorates I'd be happy to join" Kyle said now able to breath probably. "Oh, sorry, where are my manners. My name is Thomas Fasten, Chief of the Protectorate and father of Peter. My friend here is called Screech, though he won't say anything. He had an accident when he was a hatchling that nearly killed him, but his vocal cords never recovered." Thomas said in perfect dragonese, patting Screech the Bonenapper on the head. "And I will be honored to conduct the ceremony myself, Lord Kyle. Though we will have to modify it a bit, normally part of the ceremony is when the new member chooses his dragon companion, often one that they grew up with, but you already have a companion. But enough of that for now, let's land and get all of you situated." Thomas finished before turning and guiding the group over to Dracobyen, still barely visible through the Ebonystriker defenses.

"That sounds a lot like what happened to Darkender and I can't wait Mr Thomas Fasten." Kyle said excitedly. After Kyle got done talking Rovertson asked Thomas "I think I should talk to you alone soon about Askin. I know a lot more about her then anything else alive and can tell you what she Really is. And the talk alone part is not a request its mandatory if I'm going to tell what I have to tell. I'm sorry if its inconvenient but the only reason I've lived as long as I have and nearly hunted the deamon population to extinction over ten times is because of my suspicions and I'm not so keen on losing the thing that has kept me alive all this time. On a different note you ever noticed how the deamon population fluctuates up and down over the years? Every time deamon activity has significantly lowered is mostly because I became more active in hunting them and I've become so close to ridding of them all but they always have recovered. I was hoping the Protectorate might know how they recover so quickly so after Askin is dealt with the deamons can be dealt with properly." After saying this Rovertson looked over to his wounded side and winced in pain. "I need you to see what you can have done about this demonic disease I doubt you can cure it but maybe you can slow it down so I can find a cure myself. Its not contagious luckily or we would be in a much more dire situation and its spreading slower then it should be probably due to my unrivaled healing abilities. Even so I would have died months ago if not for the massive amount of energy I have stored away. Something anciently powerful did this and I've never heard of anything like it and I've heard of them all I fear another arch deamon has awoken thanks to Askin's meddling. One as powerful or more powerful then Rezeroth. More likely the latter even Rezeroth could not hurt ebonystrikers with his plague and I should be the hardest to infect of them all."

Thomas did not reply to Rovertson, but instead flew on in silence toward Dracobyen. As they began passing through the many layers of defenses, the surface portion of Dracobyen slowly became more visible. Once they were through the defenses and past the walls, they landed on a large tower Peter knew was specifically designed for numerous dragons to land on. "Alright, well welcome to the capitol of the Draco Protectorate, the city of Dracobyen. Although you may recognize the name of the island more easily, welcome to Dovangard, once home of the Sea-Pillar tribe and now the Protectorate. Anyway, Rovertson, you'll come with me. We have much to discuss about Askin, and we'll see if we can at least slow that disease. I imagine Haze will show Azronicle around our home, so Peter, I want you to show Kyle, Darkender and Rouge around. And Gillien, if that's alright with you Rovertson." Thomas said in a more commanding voice than before, Peter recognized it as his chief voice. "Yes father. I expect you'll want us all to meet you in the Great Hall in a few hours?" Peter asked. Hos dad nodded in reply. "That's perfectly fine with me. Just be carefull he has a nack for getting in trouble." Said Rovertson. Gillien gave him a glare before mumbling "just like my brother annoying as can be". (night's OCs).
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Haze was immensely glad to see Azronicle, he had begun to think that Azronicle and Rovertson had died. But now he flew along his old friend and father figure toward his home. "Well I guess we are a bit hard to find, the Protectorate has spent many fortunes to remain undetected by the modern world. But anyway, how have you been? It's been what, almost a thousand years since we last saw each other?" Haze asked. "Well Haze I've been Chasing and hunting deamons almost the full time killing of their population and trying to find a way to finish Askin forever. Its been lonely most of the time with just Rovertson and Azura occasionally when Asralie didn't need her. It has been about a thousand years. But enough about me has life been treating you well Haze? I want to hear all about you for one time instead of just me telling the stories." replied Azronicle. "Well, when Jorgen created the Protectorate, Shock, Sunfire and I all joined of course. Then there was the process of building the Protectorate up, which took a lot of time and involved quite a few battles that I can talk about later. After that everything just sort of fell into a routine, rescue some humans from rogue dragons, or vice versa, provide safety for refugee Ebonystrikers from the east and west, and so on. It only just got interesting in the last few centuries! First we merged with the Hunters, you know, Ingrid's and Tempest's group, though the joining wasn't entirely peaceful. But lately we've been gearing up for when Askin returns, which by what I've heard is now, and fighting demons where we can. You should have been there for the Great Revolt, back from 1930 to 1952! Dracobyen was under siege almost the entire time, I never thought I'd see old Shock get so mad! When his mate and two of his kids died, he flew into a rage! Even Rovertson wasn't as scary when he went into a rampage! By that time Dracobyen was about to fall, most of us were exhausted and badly injured, most of the life Ebonystrikers were hurt especially bad, so Shockstorm flew out alone against that army of eastern Ebonystrikers and humans and took them all down on his own! I think his powers leftover from Askin helped too, he actually created a storm system that took days to clear up!" Haze said excitedly as they flew back toward Dracobyen. "that most definitely sounds like the Shock I knew. A thousand years is a long time alot has happened. Over time me and Rovertson have at times almost widdled the deamon population down the extinction multiple times but they always recover before we can finish them off. Almost all the deamons fear Rovertson because hes gotten to be such a good deamonhunter. You remember those deamonhunters that joined us in the fight against Rezeroth? Well after Jorgen left Rovertson joined their ranks and made it a personal vendeta to wipe out all deamons and has become the best deamonkiller out there in the world today over time. Me I keep him from getting himself killed as usual. He still has that old habit of ending up in dire situations like crazy." Azronical laughed a bit before continuing. "Why don't you give me a tour of the place I'd love to see what this place looks like now."

"Of course I'll give you a tour! Though I won't be able to show you everywhere, you're a little, ah, large to fit through some corridors." Haze said eagerly as they landed on the perch tower. "Come on, the Chief Protector will understand that I'm giving you a tour." Haze said as he led the way over to a large castle-like structure. "Is that a crack about my weight! Im rather slim for a rock ebonystriker my age!" Azronical couldnt hold his serious tone any longer and cracked a laugh. "This place certainly has grown all I remember is a barely hibatated island last time I was here."

[killjoy]

Yikes this is going to be huge by the time we finish.

[Shockstorm]

this will be massive once we finish it

[killjoy]

Hey shock you adding more now?

[Shockstorm]

yeah, can only expand on Haze part though until night fills in

[killjoy]

Yea he was just on two blahhhhhh lol.

[Shockstorm]

oh well, although the Haze/Az part does reference my ideas for a sequel or expansion of my ANB fanfic

[Shockstorm]

After some time flying, Peter became aware that they were nearing Dracobyen. He couldn't really see it, the entire island had more protection than Asralie and Ekoros combined, but as he was able to understand there was a powerful beacon made from special stones that reacted with the gems that are inlaid in the Protectorate seal that would hum slightly as the seal and the beacon grew closer. As they were flying, though, Peter noticed that the little bit of light they had been getting from the moon was cut off, and the air around them became thicker and smoke-like. "Ebonystriker technology of course expected as much." Said Rovertson "Even more powerfull then Asralies field it seems but Asralie probably has a smaller protection field because of our limited resources. A little overkill if you ask me." Said Azronical carefull to not sound jealeous. "I'm......finding it........hard.......to.......BREATH!" Kyle said. "Trust me, you have no idea how many close calls we've had of getting detected, especially with modern technology! So naturally we use all the defensive measures we can get our hands on, but this smoke is, odd." Peter said before a loud roar filled the air. Shortly thereafter he heard a thud and looked back to see if the others were okay, but he couldn't quite make out where Azronicle was. He was about to call out when he heard a particularly familiar voice. "AZRONICLE!!! It's been FOREVER, where have you been? Have you had any trouble over the last few hundred years? Why did you never bother to contact me?" demanded a familiar dragon as it and Azronicle came back into view, after Azronicle had been knocked down a bit. The newcomer was a Smothering Smokebreath, and probably the largest out of it's entire species' history, at just under the same size as Arc, and likely the oldest living as well.

After several seconds of recovering his wits Azronicle finally replied "Haze your still alive I did try and contact you but I could never find you! You have grown so much almost as big as I was when we first met. You definitely gained some weight almost knocked me in the ocean. Lets land so i can catch my breath and we can catch up you winded me a bit but I'm so glad your still okay I did miss you." replied Azronicle sounding a lot happier then he had in a long time. Peter turned back around to face where he knew Dracobyen was, and wasn't surprised to see that the path to the island was now lined with Protectorate dragons, many of which had riders, and that right in the middle hovered a middle aged man riding a Bonenapper. "I'm sorry about the royal welcome. The Council insisted that your return receive all the royal rights owed to friends of Jorgen, and their descendants." the man called. "I'm sure they don't mind too bad dad, though I am surprised by just how many of the Council members I can see out here." Peter called back. "I appreciate it but wish it was under better circumstances. So who are you?" Said Rovertson carefully in english so if there where any who had not learnt dragonese around yet they would understand. Not used to being around so many at one time made him a little nervous at all the attention Meanwhile Gillien seemed to be in shock and quite a bit fazed by all the dragons. "I'm perfectly fine with all this and I've desired what my answer to the request to join the Protectorates I'd be happy to join" Kyle said now able to breath probably. "Oh, sorry, where are my manners. My name is Thomas Fasten, Chief of the Protectorate and father of Peter. My friend here is called Screech, though he won't say anything. He had an accident when he was a hatchling that nearly killed him, but his vocal cords never recovered." Thomas said in perfect dragonese, patting Screech the Bonenapper on the head. "And I will be honored to conduct the ceremony myself, Lord Kyle. Though we will have to modify it a bit, normally part of the ceremony is when the new member chooses his dragon companion, often one that they grew up with, but you already have a companion. But enough of that for now, let's land and get all of you situated." Thomas finished before turning and guiding the group over to Dracobyen, still barely visible through the Ebonystriker defenses.

"That sounds a lot like what happened to Darkender and I can't wait Mr Thomas Fasten." Kyle said excitedly. After Kyle got done talking Rovertson asked Thomas "I think I should talk to you alone soon about Askin. I know a lot more about her then anything else alive and can tell you what she Really is. And the talk alone part is not a request its mandatory if I'm going to tell what I have to tell. I'm sorry if its inconvenient but the only reason I've lived as long as I have and nearly hunted the deamon population to extinction over ten times is because of my suspicions and I'm not so keen on losing the thing that has kept me alive all this time. On a different note you ever noticed how the deamon population fluctuates up and down over the years? Every time deamon activity has significantly lowered is mostly because I became more active in hunting them and I've become so close to ridding of them all but they always have recovered. I was hoping the Protectorate might know how they recover so quickly so after Askin is dealt with the deamons can be dealt with properly." After saying this Rovertson looked over to his wounded side and winced in pain. "I need you to see what you can have done about this demonic disease I doubt you can cure it but maybe you can slow it down so I can find a cure myself. Its not contagious luckily or we would be in a much more dire situation and its spreading slower then it should be probably due to my unrivaled healing abilities. Even so I would have died months ago if not for the massive amount of energy I have stored away. Something anciently powerful did this and I've never heard of anything like it and I've heard of them all I fear another arch deamon has awoken thanks to Askin's meddling. One as powerful or more powerful then Rezeroth. More likely the latter even Rezeroth could not hurt ebonystrikers with his plague and I should be the hardest to infect of them all."

Thomas did not reply to Rovertson, but instead flew on in silence toward Dracobyen. As they began passing through the many layers of defenses, the surface portion of Dracobyen slowly became more visible. Once they were through the defenses and past the walls, they landed on a large tower Peter knew was specifically designed for numerous dragons to land on. "Alright, well welcome to the capitol of the Draco Protectorate, the city of Dracobyen. Although you may recognize the name of the island more easily, welcome to Dovangard, once home of the Sea-Pillar tribe and now the Protectorate. Anyway, Rovertson, you'll come with me. We have much to discuss about Askin, and we'll see if we can at least slow that disease. I imagine Haze will show Azronicle around our home, so Peter, I want you to show Kyle, Darkender and Rouge around. And Gillien, if that's alright with you Rovertson." Thomas said in a more commanding voice than before, Peter recognized it as his chief voice. "Yes father. I expect you'll want us all to meet you in the Great Hall in a few hours?" Peter asked. Hos dad nodded in reply. "That's perfectly fine with me. Just be carefull he has a nack for getting in trouble." Said Rovertson. Gillien gave him a glare before mumbling "just like my brother annoying as can be". (night's OCs).
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Haze was immensely glad to see Azronicle, he had begun to think that Azronicle and Rovertson had died. But now he flew along his old friend and father figure toward his home. "Well I guess we are a bit hard to find, the Protectorate has spent many fortunes to remain undetected by the modern world. But anyway, how have you been? It's been what, almost a thousand years since we last saw each other?" Haze asked. "Well Haze I've been Chasing and hunting deamons almost the full time killing of their population and trying to find a way to finish Askin forever. Its been lonely most of the time with just Rovertson and Azura occasionally when Asralie didn't need her. It has been about a thousand years. But enough about me has life been treating you well Haze? I want to hear all about you for one time instead of just me telling the stories." replied Azronicle. "Well, when Jorgen created the Protectorate, Shock, Sunfire and I all joined of course. Then there was the process of building the Protectorate up, which took a lot of time and involved quite a few battles that I can talk about later. After that everything just sort of fell into a routine, rescue some humans from rogue dragons, or vice versa, provide safety for refugee Ebonystrikers from the east and west, and so on. It only just got interesting in the last few centuries! First we merged with the Hunters, you know, Ingrid's and Tempest's group, though the joining wasn't entirely peaceful. But lately we've been gearing up for when Askin returns, which by what I've heard is now, and fighting demons where we can. You should have been there for the Great Revolt, back from 1930 to 1952! Dracobyen was under siege almost the entire time, I never thought I'd see old Shock get so mad! When his mate and two of his kids died, he flew into a rage! Even Rovertson wasn't as scary when he went into a rampage! By that time Dracobyen was about to fall, most of us were exhausted and badly injured, most of the life Ebonystrikers were hurt especially bad, so Shockstorm flew out alone against that army of eastern Ebonystrikers and humans and took them all down on his own! I think his powers leftover from Askin helped too, he actually created a storm system that took days to clear up!" Haze said excitedly as they flew back toward Dracobyen. "that most definitely sounds like the Shock I knew. A thousand years is a long time alot has happened. Over time me and Rovertson have at times almost widdled the deamon population down the extinction multiple times but they always recover before we can finish them off. Almost all the deamons fear Rovertson because hes gotten to be such a good deamonhunter. You remember those deamonhunters that joined us in the fight against Rezeroth? Well after Jorgen left Rovertson joined their ranks and made it a personal vendeta to wipe out all deamons and has become the best deamonkiller out there in the world today over time. Me I keep him from getting himself killed as usual. He still has that old habit of ending up in dire situations like crazy." Azronical laughed a bit before continuing. "Why don't you give me a tour of the place I'd love to see what this place looks like now."

"Of course I'll give you a tour! Though I won't be able to show you everywhere, you're a little, ah, large to fit through some corridors." Haze said eagerly as they landed on the perch tower. "Come on, the Chief Protector will understand that I'm giving you a tour." Haze said as he led the way over to a large castle-like structure. "Is that a crack about my weight! Im rather slim for a rock ebonystriker my age!" Azronical couldn't hold his serious tone any longer and cracked a laugh. "This place certainly has grown all I remember is a barely inhabited island last time I was here." "Oh yeah, I forgot you and Rover haven't been here since around the time we dealt with Rezeroth. A couple years after that, Jorgen actually found some other survivors from the islands destruction who had returned. After that, with some help from Berk, he and the survivors rebuilt Dovangard, and improved on the old design. Jorgen insisted on mixing in designs he'd seen from all across the world into the new village, and Vidoron, I'm sure you remember him, helped build up the first Ebonystriker defenses to wrap around a human city by Jorgen's request." Haze said as they flew. (Az). "Let's land in the courtyard in front of the castle, it's a good place to start." Haze said, descending down to the ground and landing on a large mosaic courtyard that depicted the battle with Rezeroth. "As you can see, Rezeroth left a lasting impression on Jorgen." Haze added once they had landed. (Az).

[night fury100]

After some time flying, Peter became aware that they were nearing Dracobyen. He couldn't really see it, the entire island had more protection than Asralie and Ekoros combined, but as he was able to understand there was a powerful beacon made from special stones that reacted with the gems that are inlaid in the Protectorate seal that would hum slightly as the seal and the beacon grew closer. As they were flying, though, Peter noticed that the little bit of light they had been getting from the moon was cut off, and the air around them became thicker and smoke-like. "Ebonystriker technology of course expected as much." Said Rovertson "Even more powerfull then Asralies field it seems but Asralie probably has a smaller protection field because of our limited resources. A little overkill if you ask me." Said Azronical carefull to not sound jealeous. "I'm......finding it........hard.......to.......BREATH!" Kyle said. "Trust me, you have no idea how many close calls we've had of getting detected, especially with modern technology! So naturally we use all the defensive measures we can get our hands on, but this smoke is, odd." Peter said before a loud roar filled the air. Shortly thereafter he heard a thud and looked back to see if the others were okay, but he couldn't quite make out where Azronicle was. He was about to call out when he heard a particularly familiar voice. "AZRONICLE!!! It's been FOREVER, where have you been? Have you had any trouble over the last few hundred years? Why did you never bother to contact me?" demanded a familiar dragon as it and Azronicle came back into view, after Azronicle had been knocked down a bit. The newcomer was a Smothering Smokebreath, and probably the largest out of it's entire species' history, at just under the same size as Arc, and likely the oldest living as well.

After several seconds of recovering his wits Azronicle finally replied "Haze your still alive I did try and contact you but I could never find you! You have grown so much almost as big as I was when we first met. You definitely gained some weight almost knocked me in the ocean. Lets land so i can catch my breath and we can catch up you winded me a bit but I'm so glad your still okay I did miss you." replied Azronicle sounding a lot happier then he had in a long time. Peter turned back around to face where he knew Dracobyen was, and wasn't surprised to see that the path to the island was now lined with Protectorate dragons, many of which had riders, and that right in the middle hovered a middle aged man riding a Bonenapper. "I'm sorry about the royal welcome. The Council insisted that your return receive all the royal rights owed to friends of Jorgen, and their descendants." the man called. "I'm sure they don't mind too bad dad, though I am surprised by just how many of the Council members I can see out here." Peter called back. "I appreciate it but wish it was under better circumstances. So who are you?" Said Rovertson carefully in english so if there where any who had not learnt dragonese around yet they would understand. Not used to being around so many at one time made him a little nervous at all the attention Meanwhile Gillien seemed to be in shock and quite a bit fazed by all the dragons. "I'm perfectly fine with all this and I've desired what my answer to the request to join the Protectorates I'd be happy to join" Kyle said now able to breath probably. "Oh, sorry, where are my manners. My name is Thomas Fasten, Chief of the Protectorate and father of Peter. My friend here is called Screech, though he won't say anything. He had an accident when he was a hatchling that nearly killed him, but his vocal cords never recovered." Thomas said in perfect dragonese, patting Screech the Bonenapper on the head. "And I will be honored to conduct the ceremony myself, Lord Kyle. Though we will have to modify it a bit, normally part of the ceremony is when the new member chooses his dragon companion, often one that they grew up with, but you already have a companion. But enough of that for now, let's land and get all of you situated." Thomas finished before turning and guiding the group over to Dracobyen, still barely visible through the Ebonystriker defenses.

"That sounds a lot like what happened to Darkender and I can't wait Mr Thomas Fasten." Kyle said excitedly. After Kyle got done talking Rovertson asked Thomas "I think I should talk to you alone soon about Askin. I know a lot more about her then anything else alive and can tell you what she Really is. And the talk alone part is not a request its mandatory if I'm going to tell what I have to tell. I'm sorry if its inconvenient but the only reason I've lived as long as I have and nearly hunted the deamon population to extinction over ten times is because of my suspicions and I'm not so keen on losing the thing that has kept me alive all this time. On a different note you ever noticed how the deamon population fluctuates up and down over the years? Every time deamon activity has significantly lowered is mostly because I became more active in hunting them and I've become so close to ridding of them all but they always have recovered. I was hoping the Protectorate might know how they recover so quickly so after Askin is dealt with the deamons can be dealt with properly." After saying this Rovertson looked over to his wounded side and winced in pain. "I need you to see what you can have done about this demonic disease I doubt you can cure it but maybe you can slow it down so I can find a cure myself. Its not contagious luckily or we would be in a much more dire situation and its spreading slower then it should be probably due to my unrivaled healing abilities. Even so I would have died months ago if not for the massive amount of energy I have stored away. Something anciently powerful did this and I've never heard of anything like it and I've heard of them all I fear another arch deamon has awoken thanks to Askin's meddling. One as powerful or more powerful then Rezeroth. More likely the latter even Rezeroth could not hurt ebonystrikers with his plague and I should be the hardest to infect of them all."

Thomas did not reply to Rovertson, but instead flew on in silence toward Dracobyen. As they began passing through the many layers of defenses, the surface portion of Dracobyen slowly became more visible. Once they were through the defenses and past the walls, they landed on a large tower Peter knew was specifically designed for numerous dragons to land on. "Alright, well welcome to the capitol of the Draco Protectorate, the city of Dracobyen. Although you may recognize the name of the island more easily, welcome to Dovangard, once home of the Sea-Pillar tribe and now the Protectorate. Anyway, Rovertson, you'll come with me. We have much to discuss about Askin, and we'll see if we can at least slow that disease. I imagine Haze will show Azronicle around our home, so Peter, I want you to show Kyle, Darkender and Rouge around. And Gillien, if that's alright with you Rovertson." Thomas said in a more commanding voice than before, Peter recognized it as his chief voice. "Yes father. I expect you'll want us all to meet you in the Great Hall in a few hours?" Peter asked. Hos dad nodded in reply. "That's perfectly fine with me. Just be carefull he has a nack for getting in trouble." Said Rovertson. Gillien gave him a glare before mumbling "just like my brother annoying as can be". "It feel nice to be back here" Kyle said as he followed Peter with Rouge on his head as for Darkender he stayed outside upset by the fact that Kyle got to see Rovertson and Azronicle again, Rouge got to see Haze again and he couldn't get to see Tempest again.
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Haze was immensely glad to see Azronicle, he had begun to think that Azronicle and Rovertson had died. But now he flew along his old friend and father figure toward his home. "Well I guess we are a bit hard to find, the Protectorate has spent many fortunes to remain undetected by the modern world. But anyway, how have you been? It's been what, almost a thousand years since we last saw each other?" Haze asked. "Well Haze I've been Chasing and hunting deamons almost the full time killing of their population and trying to find a way to finish Askin forever. Its been lonely most of the time with just Rovertson and Azura occasionally when Asralie didn't need her. It has been about a thousand years. But enough about me has life been treating you well Haze? I want to hear all about you for one time instead of just me telling the stories." replied Azronicle. "Well, when Jorgen created the Protectorate, Shock, Sunfire and I all joined of course. Then there was the process of building the Protectorate up, which took a lot of time and involved quite a few battles that I can talk about later. After that everything just sort of fell into a routine, rescue some humans from rogue dragons, or vice versa, provide safety for refugee Ebonystrikers from the east and west, and so on. It only just got interesting in the last few centuries! First we merged with the Hunters, you know, Ingrid's and Tempest's group, though the joining wasn't entirely peaceful. But lately we've been gearing up for when Askin returns, which by what I've heard is now, and fighting demons where we can. You should have been there for the Great Revolt, back from 1930 to 1952! Dracobyen was under siege almost the entire time, I never thought I'd see old Shock get so mad! When his mate and two of his kids died, he flew into a rage! Even Rovertson wasn't as scary when he went into a rampage! By that time Dracobyen was about to fall, most of us were exhausted and badly injured, most of the life Ebonystrikers were hurt especially bad, so Shockstorm flew out alone against that army of eastern Ebonystrikers and humans and took them all down on his own! I think his powers leftover from Askin helped too, he actually created a storm system that took days to clear up!" Haze said excitedly as they flew back toward Dracobyen. "that most definitely sounds like the Shock I knew. A thousand years is a long time alot has happened. Over time me and Rovertson have at times almost widdled the deamon population down the extinction multiple times but they always recover before we can finish them off. Almost all the deamons fear Rovertson because hes gotten to be such a good deamonhunter. You remember those deamonhunters that joined us in the fight against Rezeroth? Well after Jorgen left Rovertson joined their ranks and made it a personal vendeta to wipe out all deamons and has become the best deamonkiller out there in the world today over time. Me I keep him from getting himself killed as usual. He still has that old habit of ending up in dire situations like crazy." Azronical laughed a bit before continuing. "Why don't you give me a tour of the place I'd love to see what this place looks like now."

"Of course I'll give you a tour! Though I won't be able to show you everywhere, you're a little, ah, large to fit through some corridors." Haze said eagerly as they landed on the perch tower. "Come on, the Chief Protector will understand that I'm giving you a tour." Haze said as he led the way over to a large castle-like structure. "Is that a crack about my weight! Im rather slim for a rock ebonystriker my age!" Azronical couldnt hold his serious tone any longer and cracked a laugh. "This place certainly has grown all I remember is a barely hibatated island last time I was here."