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Slowly, ever so slowly, you, a dragon, wake up. The dull grey light burns your eyes, so you approach consciousness on tenterhooks. Soon, however, you are aware of others in the grey, round room. They look at you, and talk to each other. Both Ilium and Trillium occupy this odd space, and you have no recollection of how you got here.

The room is large, and seems to change size to accomodate the number of dragons in here. It is much too small to fly, however, and an Ilium standing on his hind legs or a Trillia raised up by her tail can touch the ceiling with their horns. In the middle of the shallow domed roof is a tiny dot of grey light that illuminates the entire area, but no matter how closely you look at it, it seems to stay the same size in your vision and hangs in the air.

This is the Room.




This is kind of like a mysterious chat room. Your dragon, whether they be Ilium or Trillium, or one of the more exotic species, wakes up here with no memory of getting here. There are no doors or windows, and the light is sharp but dim. Dragons appear out of nowhere unnoticed, until they wake up, and dragons disappear for no reason. You roleplay your dragon, and you interact with the others here.

Special things can happen, once in a while. An object can appear, and if a Trillia or Ilium is the first to roleplay getting it, your cert may undergo a special change. It could be an entirely new colour, or special characteristic, or just an item that he or she wears. The item, a ring, necklace or bracelet, or some other object, may just be decoration or can give your lucky dragon a new ability.

-If you get it, and you are in the main roleplay, you should work it in somehow so you can use it.
-You have to be ACTIVE to be awarded with it; You can't just lurk until you see it.
-Only one per person; If everybody in the room has got one already, except for one dragon, then that one dragon gets it. Only when there are no dragons in the room that haven't gotten one will they get second edits.


All Gaia ToS, and SkieBorne's rules for unofficial roleplays apply. Anything that is not a special, rare, once-in-a-blue-moon item does not cross over to the main roleplay.

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The voice of the Trillia caught Oni's attention and her head swivelled to fix him with her penetrating gaze. Her eyes narrowed at his tone, "You expect me to know? I can't teleport and there's no way in or out. How do to think I got in here?" Her voice dripped with sarcasm as she returned to gazing at the overhead light.

Perhaps it was some kind portal? She reared up and attempted to grasp the light with talon. Her eyes told her she was near te object but her hands informed her she was far from actually touching the light source. Snorting, she looked at the shadows and began to pick at them. They only streched as she tugged on them, refusing to take on any shape she tried to mould them into. Sighing, she lay down on her side and regarded the Trillia.

"And who might you be?" Onysablet had an excellent memory for names and faces, she could usually meet someone once and still remember their appearance five years later. Appearing totally relaxed, she drummed the ground with carefully sharpened claws and tucked her wings more closely to her body so that they didn't take up as much room.

Hallie woke up, confused and all of the sudden alone for the first time since she hatched. Her eyelids recoil as her pupils dilate, adjusting to the grey hue of the room. With the awkwardy of a hatchling she ruffles herself up to her hind legs, fidgiting with her wings to fold them in place behind her back.

She takes a few steps toward the voices that echoed, or at least she hoped she was stepping towards them. The room confused her, an endless cage of the same color surrounding her.

She missed her boy.

Waddling forward she used her tail to balance herself, her ears twitching as she tried to pick up the location of the voices. There was a silence in the conversation and she feared that she was lost, perhaps never to find her way out of this maze.

Then Hallie turned her neck and caught a flash of color. Fully twisting her body around to face the image, she swiftly began waddling towards it. When she recognized the creatures were dragons like herself (and MUCH larger) she stopped, giving the beasts a wide berth.

A small sound emulated from her throat, as if she thought to hail a greeting and then retracted the idea. Instead she decided to sit there, watching and wondering if she would get any answers, or get back to her bonded.

Bored and quickly becoming annoyed, Onysablet plucked at the shadows her body cast, twisting them into shapes reminiscent of spears and swords. Yawning hugely, a mouth full of very sharp and pointed teeth glinted in the dreary light as a mewling sound appeared in the room. Like a cat, her mouth snapped shut with the conclusion of her yawn and she looked around, alert.

Spotting the pitiful bundle toddling around, Onysablet experienced the usual flush of emotions. First concern and then distaste for the noise and smell a hatcling usually meant. She had never really gotten along well with children, preferring to teach the older students at the academy, and babies always seemed to burst into tears when she looked at them - human or dragon, it didn't matter.

Sighing, she looked the other way and spotted yet another figure in the room. A teenager, dark in colour like herself. Sniffing, she looked back to the Trillia and grinned. "Well, we have company and I'm certainly not babysitting." She rose and stretched, surprised that the room accomadated her expanding wings comfortably. Her brow furrowed as she flapped her wings back and forth a couple times, testing the apparent charm.

No way out but they could fly if they so chose. An interesting concept... I wonder if some rogue got a hold of an artefact. The occasional contraption would pop up every now and then, usually in the hands of a wealthy merchant or thief and was the Mages' unfortunate responsibility to track down and retrieve such objects. If that's the case, I haven't met a person yet who hasn't managed to reveal themself one way or another. She sat back down and watched the two newcomers, a thoughtful frown etched on her face.

Hallie frowned at the two adults in front of her. They weren't very friendly at all. She continued forward, noting the crazy changes the room played when the adults moved, and trying to have her young mind comprehend it. She couldn't.

Her head tilted to one side as she tried instead to comprehend the three creatures trapped here with her. Hallie wasn't frightened of them, as much as she was curious. She had no real fear of death yet, because the concept was so vague and distant to her. This caused her curiosity to be young and naive, and generally pretty dangerous.

Monster? To eat her? What kind of creature could do that, besides possibly the two large adults she saw now. They didn't seem like they would -eat- her, unless maybe they were hungry. She didn't know.

Instead, Hallie turned her focus to the wall next to her. She reached out a claw to touch the side that seemed so close to her, and never reached it. She fully extended her forearm to try and still she could not touch it. Was her sense of depth that off? No, something was definitely going on here.

Onysablet scoffed. "That bravodo will prove troublesome if you're not careful." Though she looked at the hatchling, it was clear she was taking to the juvenile. Yawning, Oni revealed a set of very sharp set of teeth and pink forked tongue. She lashed her tail about as she eyed the ceiling.

Suddenly, she bounced up with great speed in an attempt to touch the wall. She had been wondering if some kind of spell with a set distance from the wall was in place. Even though she jumped fairly high, not even her crest brushed the ceiling. Annoyed, Onysablet set back down and began pacing looking to everyone like an angry bear.

Her temper had never been a good one, nor had she ever liked being cooped up or separated from her bonded for long. Issuing low growls, Onysablet's shadow became spiked and dangerous looking. If anyone approached her, they'd find themselves stepping on caltrops.

Generally her magic served her well, but in another dimension? where shadows held little power or substance, she felt very exposed and weak. As a mage, Onysablet had developed her inner energies and neglected the phsyical to a certain degree. She couldn't just tear out the ground in an effort to break the enchatment.

Heaving a huge sigh, she made her way back to her spot by the wall and glared at the Trillia as though it were all his fault. Why not? He had been in there first. Who's to say he isn't the key out. Onysablet smiled. Now, that's a thought.

Onysablet said nothing and continued to fix the Trillia with her hot gaze not all affected by his glare. Her shadow undulated a little, spiking in areas and settling into ice-smooth patches elsewhere. A small smirk appeared on her lips. It was clear she was challenging the Trillia to find the answer to his question on his own.