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(( Zeig's profile has been added to the NPC thread. If you want, you can read up on his background there. ))

Where it all starts—
The armies that was pulled together no more than two decades ago used to conquer King Revius is still high and mighty, and stronger than ever before. It wasn’t any help when one of the Commanders named Zeig Lephton, coincidentally stumbled across a legendary dragon egg while chasing after a dark lone figure in the woods (to this day, he explains it like the Gods had planted it there for him to find, since it happened all too conveniently), where it would later hatch in his hands. It was a shock to everyone, since dragons haven’t been heard of since… since… forever…

The title as Dragon Rider got him far. He was immediately made First in Command, and thereafter was always by the Leader’s side. And soon after they finally conquered one of their worst of enemies that they've been fighting against for years, Zeig was announced to be the future of the Verexin Tribe as their future Head Leader. But, the Leader “tragically” died a few years later while him and a few of his buddies were hunting—many of which included Zeig.

Now, five years have passed since Zeig has taken on what was left to him, and has proven to be even better than the last Leader. Anyone who defiles him or anyone who makes a simple mistake faces sudden death. Him and his armies show no mercy, not like their prey expects it from them. They are the most feared of all. And only after two decades of conquering landmark after landmark, they have gained their whole province, nor do they show any signs of stopping there...

In a remote area, a city that’s been avoiding Zeig for a good amount of time has had plenty of time to think about where they lie (for or against Zeig as their "King"), so Zeig and his armies have finally come to them to demand their answers, leaving them with only two choices. One option is to accept him as their King (meaning they hand everything over to him. They do this mostly for taxes…). Their second option is to perish like all the other cities they’ve managed to pillage before them, whether it takes months or even years….


What’s Planned—
Where we take off is in that very city—before they know anything about Zeig and his legion coming. The city is the home base of an Underground that’s doing everything they can to stop Zeig, which isn’t very much at this point. What can you do against the only known Dragon Rider in the world?

What I have planned is for all of us to find our own dragon eggs (with time…) along our adventure, just as Zeig and his people will gain more dragon’s as they go, so it all comes out to a Dragon’s War.

But, the whole point of this is to kill Zeig Lephton, the guy who’s trying to take over everything known to man.

What's uh-happenin'—
So far as I understand it, Mark is part of the Underground. He also found a dragon egg a while ago, and hid it for it's own safety. Meanwhile, he took everyone to a warehouse that housed a transporter, and used it to transport them to outside the city without being detected. They now sit and wait for further instructions...

(( If there's anything incorrect here, just PM me my mistakes, and I'll fix it... ))

The heat was starting to ebb away as the sun slowly started to sink behind the mountains set in the west. There wasn’t a single cloud that protruded the now darkening skies, but there was that feeling that clung to the thick air that said it was going to rain.

Brin walked along the many shops and inns that lined the streets, noting to herself that there weren’t many people from out of town. She’d been observing the area since she arrived, seeing that not many people hung out in the streets to stop and talk with others. No one said much of anything really except for the people working out some kind of deal in the market. But it was that time of day when both children and adults quietly but intently made their own ways home after another day of hard work. There wasn’t much for excitement at all, it seemed.

Despite the rumors that started to leak out across the lands, it didn’t look much like a place that would stand up against the most notorious of Kings that was nothing but a threat to every living thing. She decided that it was best that she would at least help herself to a plate of food and catch a good night’s sleep before she would think about leaving.

The sky was nearly at its darkest when Brin finally chose the Inn she would stay in for that night, which happened to be one of the closest buildings to the front most gates, only because it didn’t seem as crowded as all the other Inns did—not that the Inn wasn’t considered crowded. Without a moment’s hesitation, she pushed the door to the Inn open, and stepped inside. She didn’t pay any attention to any of the people who starred after her as though it was a normal routine, and made her way to an empty table that sat in front of the fire… How convenient… she thought to herself, a slight smirk settled across her face.


(( I shouldn’t have asked that of anybody, but thanks for doing it anyway. I should have known better that I had to set the setting and all that fun stuff first… ))

Sitting down at the table, Adrelus looks around. He notices several people who would be warriors, but no one who seemed likely to fight him. Oh well. He thinks to himself. It's probably better that I don't get into a fight first thing anyways.

Mark looked around, aware that this would be the best place for somekind of ambush. He had memorized the faces of the underground reistance movement. He looked at the girl who had just ordered the ale, and then moved over to her table. "So, what are you doing in this tavern?" He asked quietly as he passed her by. Louder, so as not to attract any attention, he asked, "Do you mind if I sit here, this is the best table here?"

Brin snapped her gaze from the fire to meet the strangers, sort of taken aback by the question, besides the fact that he was the only person that said anything without her having to say something first. She pushed herself up so that she sat straight in her chair, and nodded for him to sit.

“I’ve been traveling for a good period of time.” She started. The waitress shimmied her way through the crowd, placed the mug of ale in front of Brin, and disappeared just as quick as she had appeared. “I’m just looking for a… better night’s sleep…” Her voice trailed off, but she ended it with a swig of her ale. She was sure to choose her words carefully, since she learned the hard way a while back that there wasn’t anyone that she could trust.

She took a quick glance around, and noticed that there were more prying eyes, and it made her wonder who exactly was sitting in front of her. “Why does one need to know?” She asked, leaning forward in her chair, the mug sitting motionless in her hands.

She snorted a laugh. You’ve come to the wrong person if you’re looking for excitement… She thought as she shook her head. But the smile that remained on her face slowly started to dissipate once he acknowledged seeing her before. She didn’t care where he saw her, the fact that he saw her before and was sitting in front of her now said enough. He didn’t seem much of a threat, since they were just sitting there in a civilized manner, so she didn’t treat it like one.

Brin’s brows raised in astonishment as she took another swig of ale. “I haven’t been here for a day, and I’m already being followed?” Repeating his move, she leaned back in her chair, her hands still clasped around the mug. “OK. So you got my attention. What do you want from me?”

"You've heard of a certain group of... rebellious youths in this city have you not?" Mark asked cautiously. He could sense something about her, something he felt he could act on. He had always been good at discerning intentions, and he now used those to conclude that this girl in front of him would be able to pliable to the rebellion.