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Ok. This role play will be set back when the Dragon Riders were prominent. In other words, before they were... disbanded.... ninja

So. All character sign-ups are to be PM'ed to me, and if I see them fit, I'll post them in the character list. Once you see your sign-up in the character list, it's a green light to role play.

ALL SIGN-UPS POSTED IN THE THREAD WILL BE IGNORED. THANK YOU.

Sign up sheet.



GAIA name :

Character name :

Dragon name :

Dragon's description (only special details, no details about body structure or anything. We all know what a dragon looks like.) :

Rider's description(include race, or at least hint at it very obviously like I did. Human or elven. In keeping with the books, no dwarven riders allowed.) :

Bio(this includes rider AND dragon; A one liner here will get you ignored) :


(make your sign up the color of your dragon. Like, if you have a red dragon, Write your ENTIRE sign-up like this.)

There. My sign up and character list to come soon.

Alright, and now the rules.

1. Anyone can role play these characters, unless it is your teacher.

Vrael will speak in brown.
Oromis will speak in olive.
Brom will speak in dark red.
Morzan will speak in red.
Galbatorix, on his rare appearances, will speak in indigo.

I'll add others as significant charactrs are brought to my attention.

2. Be literate. As anyone can role play Vrael, we don't want someone going around like "hahahah i am teh vrael i am teh leder of teh shurtugal!!1!11!!" Got me?

3. Don't God-mod or power play. It's just repulsive, and WILL get you kicked out. I like to read through role plays. Therefore, I'll know if you god mod or power play. And therefore, you'll be outta here. twisted

4. Don't PM me with no subject. I always delete any PM like that and I might accidentally delete a sign-up if you don't make the effort to put a title on your PM.

5. Be reasonable. For example. You can't randomly have an ability you said nothing about before. Like if your friend is hurt, you can't randomly know Waise heill or a similar spell if you showed no sign of previously knowing it. It might ruin a plan of theirs, for instance, as well as you looking foolish.

6. Have fun. razz

Reserved.

((*heavy sigh* If you'd read through the first post....

Oh, well. Hold up, you're in. I'll role play your mentor. Oromis, I guess. Someone should really make some teacher characters... I guess I will. I'll use a reserved post. Anyone who wants to make a teacher, go ahead, you'll be able to make a student too. ^.^))

Light slowly filled the room in which a proud elf stood. Was it a statue...? As the sun rose, slowly, the figure remained still. Was it a statue? It must be, any bystanders would have thought, no living thing could be that still. Yet, as the light completely filled the room, a close inspection would reveal a slight rising and falling of the chest, ever so slight. The elf, once the room was lit, nodded, almost as if satisfied at the light angle, and marched, almost solemnly, to a mirror... that was a sphere. It perfectly reflected the image, it didn't warp it like any regular mirrored sphere would. Was it magic...? It must have been, because when the elf touched it, it sent ripples across the surface. He slowly proceeded to a desk and contacted his newest student. Lesenia... Your first lesson is in 30 minutes. Prepare yourself for public, and make your way to the hut described to you yesterday.

((Alright, when he touched the sphere it had an alarm clock effect. Just to let you know. In other words, it forced you to wake up, although not bluntly, unlike an alarm clock.))

Oromis looked about his small hut, then walked outside into a lush countryside. He stood in the tall, waving grass, calmly awaiting his newest student. I always hate the recluses, Gleadr. he said out loud as a rather large gold dragon came walking up from behind him. If you say so. I find them rather enjoyable. It's almost like a metaphor. Glaedr mused. Oromis cocked his head and asked him Oh? How is that? Glaedr shuffled his wings and replied It's almost like prey running from a dragon. They attempt to hide, but it's all for naught in the end. Oromis nodded in understanding and agreed. He stood and looked into the sky, waiting for Lesenia. Red dragons always tend to be vicious... but for some reason, Lesenia's does not. In fact, he appears to be very outgoing and friendly. Oromis mused. He had only had a couple words with Flenotio, but he could tell the dragon's personality easily. Oromis sighed, and continued waiting.

A few minutes later...

If Flenotio had gone regularly, he'd have been here by now. He's taking his time. Good in some situations, but most definitly NOT all of them. Oromis observed. Yes, but he appears to be laid back. An important trait. Glaedr chimed in. Agreed. However, he should be more serious... This is their future. Oromis finished with finality. Glaedr agreed silently.

Look. I see them. Gleadr alerted Oromis a few seconds later. Oromis looked up and saw the wings going up and down lazily. He clicked his tongue and crossed his arms. Not an angry look, just letting them know right off the bat they could have done better in their coming to where he was. As they cleared the tree line, Glaedr shuffled his wings again and lowered himself to the ground, but keeping his head up and at attention. Oromis didn't climb onto his back, instead staying where he was, amused by the young dragon.

Oromis nodded and greeted them, then he turned to Flenotio and said Glaedr will be your teacher. You and he will go and he shall be your mentor. He then nodded to Lesenia and mouthed "Follow me", then walked to his hut. Glaedr stood and gestured with a flick of his head, coming across as another sign meaning 'follow me' before he spread his wings and lifted off, then flying slowly to the east, waiting for Flen before going faster. I don't believe she WANTS to be trained, Oromis. Glaedr observed. Yes. This is definitly a bad omen. Oromis replied as he entered his hut.

((SQUEE! welcome back 4laugh ))

Lesenia walked into the hut and sat down at the table, her hand resting at the hilt of Haisria, a nervous habit more than anything. She ran her thumb over the symbol on the handle, her symbol, thinking to herself. She finally said aloud, "So, whats on the agenda today, master?" She spoke in the tounge of humans, reluctant to talk in the ancient language. She kept her connection to Flenotio open and wide, listening in as Glaedr tought him about wind conditions.