Legend of Dragoon RP (actual RP)

"In the world of Endiness, there are many legends, though none as well-loved as that of the Dragoon warriors. In the early years, it is said that Winglies, creatures that maintained a human-like appearance and had wings of pure light, controlled all, devoting their power to becoming the strongest creatures alive. Humans were as slaves, and eventually rebelld, utilizing the strength of Dragons to help them. The Winglies would counter with a force known as the Virage, massive beasts that, like the dragons, were all strength no brains...

The humans were on the brink of defeat, when a new force was found. As dragons died, their spirits became manifest in their riders, instilling the humans with the ability to become Dragoon Warriors. This power alone became the humans' saving grace in what would soon become known as The Dragon Campaign.

Thousands of years later, a group of lone warriors would rediscover the power of the Dragoon Warriors, utilizing it to fight the threat of the now-revolting Winglies."

~The Tome of Ephineas
present day

Jack Ravencroft read over the Tome again, still unable to believe it after all these years... The humans and winglies had been at peace for so long... what had led to the revolt? The four Provinces had been held in close contact since the attack. Serdio, Tiberoa, and Mille Sessau as the liveable lands, where villages and townships tried to maintain an ordinary way of life... and the Death Frontier, which was nothing more than the holding grounds of forts, battlements, and strongholds, both for the Humans and the Winglies...

The fabled Dragoon Warriors had disappeared 3000 years ago, leaving what they thought would be a peaceable world. They were wrong, however. Winglies had led a revolt, and Jack had barely gotten his sister out of Seles Village alive.

He contemplated on all of this and looked down at the stone he had found a few weeks back upon killing that dragon... Smooth, perfectly round, it was a shiny metallic black... And... it had shone upon his finding it... A blinding flash had emitted, now that he thought of it... Just like the Legends had portrayed the Dragoon Spirits doing as found by their owners-to-be.

He pocketed the stone, deciding to focus on it later. A rustling in the bushes nearby caught his attention. He'd raised his sister in the woods for going on six years now, ever since the Winglies had destroyed Seles. He still hadn't gotten used to letting her go out and run errands on her own though... She shouldn't be back from Lohan, yet, though... it was still several days before he could expect her back.

He stood, readying his sword in hopes that he was wrong, but it looked like he would have to fight first thing in the morning... and on an empty stomach, to boot...

*A human like creature follows him, her backaway from him as she follows, most curious about what he is and why he is out in the woods, and who he is.*

Jack turns suddenly, thrusting his sword into the trees, but stops just short of a kill strike.

"Who are you? And just what have you gained from following me, save a near-death experience?"

He lowers his sword, noticing that she is cowering in fear, unable to speak whilst it is in her face.

*She falls back, barly able to keep her wings she has folded tight against her back. "I-I am champion....." She speaks softly, staying in place, cowaring from him*

*he glares at her, reading into her eyes... she seems fearful for some odd reason...*

you've got wingly scent on you... but you're... human? no... something more...

*he sheathes his sword, for the time*

explain yourself.

I am half wingly, half human..... My family abandon me. *She lets her wings relax, a bit, moving away from her back a bit* p-please d-dont hurt me.

hmph... winglies... 'course, there is some human in you... damn, you've found my camp now... and i can't move until sis gets back from Lohan... it's not safe to let you back out into the open on your own... you could compromise my whereabouts... so we have only 2 options...

*draws his sword*

one, i can kill you now and never once think it through again...

*Backs off, triping and stumbling some, on a root, her wings now fully exposed, they arent big enough to allow her to fly just yet* What is my second option

*he stakes his sword in the ground, barely missing her leg... he's enjoying this... fear is one thing he appreciates in others*

or you can just stay with me and sis... doing as you're asked. and helping us in this war against the Winglies...

your options have been presented.

*Jumps , cowaring more* Y-you mean as a slave?

*a devilish grin crosses his face, and he picks up his sword, sheathing it in his belt*

well... if you choose that term above any others, then yes... as a "slave."

*Lowers her head, as she stands, blinking some "I guess I have no choice but to chose the slave." *She says, her wings relaxed behind her*

don't sound so disappointed... i could've just struck you down. besides, you'll find that i'm the less demanding of my sister and i... she's the one who requires more... maintenance...

*Nods, listening to his voice, taking in the words, knowing she will have to hear both manyh times* Yes sir, what will I call you two by

i'm fine w/ going by my name, Jack. as for sis... we'll see what she says... and relax. don't be so formal all the time.

*Nods some, her body slightly thin, more so than it should be* Wher do you live

Arli yawned sleepily and rubbed her eyes with the back of her hand. She lay on her back staring up at the sky. Sun shone down through the trees, speckling her pale face with bright designs. She wrinled her nose and sat up as a bright bit caught her eye. She stretched her arms and wings, and yawned. The yawn was cut off by a sudden hard expolsion of air. Arli nearly fell to her knees before she caught her breath again. She turned, looking slightly annoyed, so a smiling Amnea sitting behind her. Amnea stared off sheepishly, and then tried to ammend for the sudden blow by nuzzling Arli's shoulder gently. Arli sighed and laughed softly.

" Alright. It's ok. "

She said, placing both hands on either side of the white dragons face. She ran her fingers gently down the flawless white scales on her nose. Along the dragons wings the scales where covered in soft, white feathers, much like Arli's own wings. The dragon's ears pricked up suddenly. She let out a curious rumble, and stuck her head forward, trying ot see what had come into her prescense.

Arli rose and followed her gaze. Sure enough, two people..no, one person and a winglie...walked along the in the forest below the mountanous one on which they sat.

" We should go.."

Befor eArli could finnish Amnea lifted her onto her back and whisked forward. Arli, nervous, clamped down on the dragons neck, muted by the loud flapping of her wings. She stared down then at the people.Her eyes widened. That was that dragoon...

Shika smiled to herself, sitting on the ground of the plush forest, counting her gold, having made plenty of money. She giggled to herself and put the money in her sack, and stood up, and began walking towards no where.

*looks over at Champ*

we roam throughout the forests around here... have ever since the Winglies attacked Seles, our hometown, about 6 years ago.

*he tosses her some food*

you look like you're starving. eat.

~Since the Winglies are such noble snobs, I thought that I would start off in a palace. Let me know if that is ok?~

Antonio was asleep in his room. The bright sunlight had woke him up. He had a very interesting night that made way for his most deserved sleep. He was in the palace library for many hours last night reading about the history of the Winglies and humans. He especially remembered a certain part that made him think about the intentions of his race.

"In the early years, it is said that Winglies, creatures that maintained a human-like appearance and had wings of pure light, controlled all, devoting their power to becoming the strongest creatures alive. Humans were as slaves, and eventually rebelled, utilizing the strength of Dragons to help them. The Winglies would counter with a force known as the Virage, massive beasts that, like the dragons, were all strength, but no brains...

The humans were on the brink of defeat when a new force was found. As dragons died, their spirits became manifested in their riders, instilling the humans with the ability to become Dragoon Warriors. This power alone became the humans' saving grace in what would soon become known as The Dragon Campaign."

To Antonio, it sounded like his people were the bad guys in all of this. It couldn't be that way. The Winglies were all about respect, nobility and chivalry. They weren't into gaining ultimate power to rule the world and slavery.

Antonio didn't know what to think. One side of him knew that his people could never do something like that. Sure they had maid and butlers at the palace, but what palace didn't. He had never seen the help being treated like slaves or any other kind of degrading thing.

The other side of him also knew that history doesn't lie. If it were in text, it all had to be true. But what does that say about his people. That they're nothing more than power hungry slave drivers who want to rule the world?

He needed some fresh air. He went out for a walk. The palace garden was breath taking. The flora was so full and lavish that Antonio couldn't help but extend his wings and soar over it. There was a giant water fountain that had a statue of an ancient Wingly riding his Virage.

The Virage was blowing fire from it's mouth that enveloped something that was overtaken by the flames. Antonio could never tell what it was ever since he was a small child. His mother would always bring him out to this fountain on hot summer days to cool off. He never went all the way into the fountain, but he did place his feet in there quiet often.

After his walk, or rather flight, he found himself in the middle of the forest. This place was as beautiful as the palace grounds. He spotted a man and young girl. He started to wonder what they could possibly be doing in the middle of the forest this early in the morning. Sure he was on a morning stroll, but he lived in the palace and he had never seen the two strangers before.