The Dragon Fighters [New | A/O | Fantasy]

[Dokuro Togiretogire]

Taim Carver

¤ Happy ¤ Being Home¤ With Bartimaeus ¤

Taim walked in with Bartimaeus, Treyel and Cerunnos. All four of them being quite quickly the center of attention. His dad came out and looked at his son with a face that went from surprised to a proud but stern face. His brothers came out from the stables at the commotion the girls in the family made. Treyel jumped and ran around to greet them all. The last dragon that had came here, came with their now lost sisterl. As a friendly cat he walked around to all to sniff and greet everyone here. Mrs Carver looked at her son with tears in her eyes. Last time a dragon was here, her child had not returned to them. Taim looked at her and just smiled. "I'll make sure to come back." There was a quick silence before his father sent people to their jobs as there where a guest around. As a friend of Taim it was a cheap price indeed. He was also handed a few coins to spend tonight, not as many as he'd hoped for but he couldn't really complain now could he?

Then with all going on he'd almost forget Bartimaeus. He was to used with children his age come and go and stay in the guest rooms. Yet now it was his friend or costumer. It was hard to tell as Taim was friendly to many but he didn't hang out with too many people around here. Only a few people shared his joy in climbing. "Nine men's morris, sure. Yet I have to warn you. I'm not very good at it" A voice belonging to a young man acknowledged that from the stables. "Brothers, don't get any. They are mostly in the way." He said happily with a smile as he went for a box of coloured stones and a wooden board. "The best part with running a housing and stables there often something to do and people to hang out with so we have a lot of these games to pass time with."



Sure Taim did know the rules and the basic tactics but that whole picture stuff was something he often missed. He could block and create mills but There was often that 3rd step in advanced he missed out on. Eventually often getting himself stuck and forced to open a mill in a bad position. Not a rubbish player but an experienced player would win eight out of ten games. Still a fun game to play while keeping a conversation going on. Taim was glad to openly talk about the city and his family. From time to time various family member might pop by just to check up if Bartimaues would require something and point out to Taim when he missed something tactical, just after he'd miss it.

Treyel lay around on his back in the warm sun. The stone floor felt great to roll around upon and scratch around on. It also was a good way to get a piece of meat from the Carver sisters. The new family member was welcomed warmly. The dragon didn't really get the idea of placing stones on a wooden board and then just look at it. It was no speed in it. So being fed, scratch the back and relax in the sun was his plan for the afternoon.

 

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Bartimaeus

"This seems odd." Cerunnos casually commented to Bartimaeus. "It's a game." Bartimaeus replied "I still don't understand the point." "I'll teach you to play later. maybe you can understand then, if not then simply attribute it to human eccentricity." "Fair enough." watching for a bit the dragon quickly got bored and wandered over to the small yellow dragon looking to play.  

[Trance Harper]

Umbra dextras, prima orbis
Templa prospice, Diem ex Dei
Fides sponsa, fides per Dei
Missaes canta, mistrae lingua

Ciela picked her way through the streets towards the Inn she'd left her possessions stored away at. It's what her father had suggested, had encouraged. Whenever possible, make someone else responsible for your acquisitions. Then if they are lost you know from whom to seek recompense. Some would call it a devious practice, but frankly it was just good business. A merchant wouldn't be worth his salt if he couldn't make good business.

She received one or two snickers as she went on her way, something about girls wearing pants. The snickers were met with forbidding scowls that promised a proper decking if the perpetrator dared come within reach. Ciela knew it was odd to dress like a boy, but dressing like a girl and wandering unaccompanied.. that would have been plain foolish. A few other passersby offered reverent nods when they identified the shrouded figure she held against her breast. Dragon riders were something to be revered, she supposed; she recalled how few had been Chosen among the group of children that had been set loose upon the sands.

The Carver Inn came into view and the blond girl lengthened her stride. Upon reaching the door, she took a moment to puff herself up a little, to appear more intimidating that she was worth. Better to trick others into thinking you know more than they than to reveal your vulnerability. Especially if you have no one to stick their neck into your business, Ciela thought as she pushed open the unbarred door with her shoulder.

"Madam Carver," Ciela said as soon as she spied the woman, her long legs carrying her swiftly to the counter. The woman was not portly or unpleasant to look at, a grace that likely made her of more favourable demeanor. "When I came by earlier today to stable my horse, I made a deposit on a room. I would like to confirm that payment and stable my horse for the night. My name is Meryt."

As the Innkeeper's wife began to take the necessary notes in their ledger, Ciela glanced around the tavern and spotted a pair of boys she thought she recognized from the Choosing. As if to confirm her thoughts, her gaze fell upon the small yellow and green dragonets that perched upon their counterparts.

"Ah, you have been Chosen as well!" the woman exclaimed, bringing Ciela's attention back to her and then down to the still-sleeping dragonet in her arm.

"Um, yes," Ciela said more quietly, not wanting to draw anymore attention. She also wasn't entirely sure she wanted to wake her small companion. Although given his behaviour pattern, even if he were to wake it was unlikely he would volunteer any activity. "Madam Carver, are there any certified couriers in this city?"

"Of course, child, this is the Capital. Where are you sending to?"

"South Green Island."

"There are only a few that travel that distance, but I know of one or two nearby. I shall write the street markers for you. I suggest you visit first thing in the morning, I expect they are celebrating right now and likely not open for business. Here is your the key to your room and a placard for the stall, which, again, is your horse?"

"The dark chestnut mare with flaxen mane. That is appreciated, and thank you for the advice." Ciela said, laying more coin on the counter and taking the proffered key and a wooden rune with a thong tied through it. She would go to the stable first to recover her possessions and feed Argo, and then she would move her belongings to the room. The pitch form in her arms made a half-hearted humming sound that could easily be mistaken for snoring.


Ave vitae, Rex promissa
Ave vitae, Rex veritas
Fides sponsa, fides per Dei
Missaes canta, mistrae lingua
Missae Magnus, Fides en Dei
Christus laudmus, mistraes Deus


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hammad ◣ traveling attire
pelië ◣ whomever else at the Carver Inn
tenna ◣ a little nervous, a little bold, a lot conflicted
e nassë ◣ certified couriers... made that up...

 

[Dokuro Togiretogire]

The day of goodbyes

So the final days pass quickly. The night of seasons ends and the day after there are many young and old adults with a bad headache. Most stay home with their family on these days but there are some who have to work. Taverns and hostels are busy as people are preparing the long journey home. Then on the third day all new recruits are shipped down on two boats. Chosen recruits on one boat and regular recruits on the other. The docks are full of people waving their goodbyes. Most of the chosen are at the same age but that matters little. For three years these people will all serve the armed forces. One year to their dragons to grow in size enough for them to carry a person and another year of training. The third year in active duty.

As you are all wait on the ship as it sails away from the capital, you all receive a bag. The bag contains two set of uniforms, tailored after your measurements. Well roughly tailored after them, they fit. Two set of brown trousers, two pairs of leather boots, two white shirts and a brown jacket. On the jacket is the crest for either fighter or rider. None very more then that and in size.
A man with the rank of captain shouts out the orders. "There are space below deck, there you will change into your new clothes and fit all your personal belonging inside the bag. If it does not fit in the bag then you will locate an officer who will provide you with a crate. Put the remainder in your named crate and it will be located with you. Those of you not in uniform by time the food is served, you will be assigned extra tasks for the remainder of this trip. I don't care if your father is the bloody mayor or anything. Until your feet touches dust, you're all belonging to my authority. Dismissed!"

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EvelyntheGreatest

Trance Harper

sujidu

yarricksrevenge

-Adorkable Little Lurker-

HeavyMetalHeartbreaker

 

[Trance Harper]

Umbra dextras, prima orbis
Templa prospice, Diem ex Dei
Fides sponsa, fides per Dei
Missaes canta, mistrae lingua

The last few days had been odd, strange, watching so many celebrating with their families and reveling among loved ones. She missed her parents, her little brothers, her grandparents, Argo... she knew that the mare had been safely transported back to South Green Island by one of the couriers the innkeeper's wife had recommended. She had questioned them meticulously to determine which seemed the most trustworthy and most likely to take good care of her horse before employing their services.

Now standing on the docks with the rest of the Chosen riders and fighters, and traditional military recruits, Ciela felt sick even though she'd never been known to experience the illness occasionally associated with marine travel. Perhaps it was the idea of being so far removed from her family, not having had the chance to be with them as her new comrades had. Perhaps it was the fact that her black dragonet had shown little change in his antisocial behavior. Perhaps it was the prospect of traveling over deep water without even Argo to calm her nerves.

The thin blonde trudged forward and shouldered the diffident dragonet as a bag was handed to her. While the pitch creature stared vacantly at the sky, Ciela pulled out the new garments, listened to the boat captain call out;

"There are space below deck, there you will change into your new clothes and fit all your personal belonging inside the bag. If it does not fit in the bag then you will locate an officer who will provide you with a crate. Put the remainder in your named crate and it will be located with you..."

"I guess this means it's really happening," Ciela murmured to the still unnamed dragon child that was now dragging his claws through her hair as though he was trying to count the strands. Ciela ignored him as he did her, and tried to calm her stomach as she moved with the other children onto the ship and below decks to dress herself in the new garments.


Ave vitae, Rex promissa
Ave vitae, Rex veritas
Fides sponsa, fides per Dei
Missaes canta, mistrae lingua
Missae Magnus, Fides en Dei
Christus laudmus, mistraes Deus


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hammad ◣ academy uniform
pelië ◣ other Chosen and military recruits
tenna ◣ a little nervous, a little bold, a lot conflicted
e nassë ◣ la la la lala...

 

[-Fizztastic Rain-]

❂Rosaline Meyes❂

It was wondrous to be stood in the lower deck of a large ship, wearing sturdy comfortable clothes that held in warmth, even with the sea mist's cool breeze that seeped into the lower areas of the ship. The last few days, she had spent time with her mother, preparing her and herself for her leave. Rosaline would be halving the money she made on her leave, and even with that yet to come, she had been able to watch her mother eat a hearty loaf of bread. Rosaline had even snuck in precious expensive sweets from The Night of Season's buffet, along with a few more loaves of bread, which she urged her mother to eat sparingly, knowing that it was so tempting to eat all the food in one go when you rarely saw more than a bowl of broth and the stale ends of bread nobody wanted, and a treat was a rotten apple.

Testing her sea-legs as she walked out of a changing cubicle and along the rocking ships floor now that she was dressed in uniform, she took her bag of meager belongings and put it safely over her shoulders. Inside was the dress she had wore for the sake of her mother, her normal clothing, a few personal items consisting of cheap copper jewelery, her mace...among the crowd, she felt empowered, but strangely alone. The grief of losing her dragon was barely there anymore, but she was one of a handful of fighters, and seeing the sweet hatchling dragons was still painful, and many times she had turned her head away from people to avoid looking at them. She needed to be strong, to make money, to make her future, and wanting to weep when she saw a dragon wasn't going to help her do that.

It didn't stop her feeling as if her throat had a lump in it, and sometimes, when she swallowed her grief it would feel like it burnt. She had found, when she became emotional, instead of the normal reactions of a grieving women, her new powers would often become muddled, causing her to cough blasts of black smoke, sigh greyer wisps of the stuff, and hold back the flames. She really didn't want to burn down the ship because she couldn't quite control her powers yet. Looking down at her clothing, she smiled. It made her feel strong, it reminded her she had a future. She was a fighter. She had survived poverty, she had beaten the odds, and she would begin the first real chapters of her life in the military. The captain called out, and Rosaline chuckled at his last comment. Good, wealth shouldn't matter here anyway.

Out Of Coins: (( ))

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Bartimaeus

Upon changing bartimaeus wandered around. he eventually made his way topside and got quickly recruited into helping haul ropes and move supplies.?glad it was simple physical labor he obediently did as he was asked. after a few hours he got a break and he wandered below deck to rest up. there was something that surprised him a bit, most of the recruits who were working the ropes with him bore the same unit insignia. Taking note of their faces while they all rested one sauntered over. "Well, well, well. Look what the cat threw up. Hey guys! looks like we got the gimp assigned to our crew!" Logic dictated Bartimaeus act logically and just ignore him, but he knew then it would never end. Risking disciplinary action he stood up, grabbed the boy's leg, and flipped him on his back before clamping a hand on his throat before growling, "Listen you worm, i don't care if its from fear or respect one way or another you better shut your mouth. lets get this straight, i want little to do with you but we're stuck together, so either ignore me or play nice." with that he letgo and walked away right into one of the chaperons. "Little bit of fun you two? topside, now. 100 pushups and you dont sleep until you're finished. at least you'll serve as an example of light punishment for rough housing."  

[Dokuro Togiretogire]

Taim Carver

¤ Excited¤ I'm on a boat¤ With everyone¤

The sea water splashed up on the side of the ship and giving the air this salty taste. When near the harbour it had a similar taste but Taim had always thought it was just the fish. He stood with Treyel on his shoulder looking out the aft. His family was to far away now to make them out in the crowd. Probably was headed home, there was stuff to do and customers to help. Last time the Carvers had stood there was a few years back when his sisters left them. Would he see home again? What did fate have in store for him? Then there was a gathering. All the kids, well recruits now stood on the wide deck. There was an officer shouting words he'd seem rather angry with them. Maybe he had a bad day? Well it mattered little, shortly he was given his bag and told to change. With military efficiency they all seemed to be processed this way. Then came the comment about authority. Well that made sense. So this was maybe the captain of the ship perhaps? He should have paid more attention to military stuff in school. There was different symbols for all sort of things and Taim knew none of them. His own uniform maybe had a rank on it, not that he knew or would have known which one if there was a rank.

So as it was his turn to change in a corner of the bowels inside the ship. His worn and rugged clothes to these fresh and new clothes. The fit was pretty off though. His arms where a bit too short but he guessed complaining about it on the boat may not give him any bonus points at all. The trousers and the jacket did have a good fit though and that was nice. Treyel kept commenting on that there where other people who seemed a lot bigger then Taim. Which he thanked his dragon to point out the shortcomings he had among his peers. Yet as they where done they both eyed each other and glared as they would break all possible records that where out there to break.



So back topside he stood there with his new clothes on and old stuff in the big bag he was provided. That bag contain his old bag, his old clothes and the spare clothes he'd received. Now it was just to wait for dinner and to what possible would come after this. Maybe trying to find out how long this trip would be? Was it just a few hours or would it take days? He'd never really gone by boat. Always been to much to do.