Just Because We Are Bored

[*Umbra]

The hot desert was quickly cooing down as the sun set in the western horizon. The sky was filled with pink and orange hues as the caravan packed up the campsite from the morning. A dark haired man turned to a woman and walked up to her; she wore a similar set of clothing to the nomads but by the way they were moving it was obvious that she was not a member of their traveling company. "Are you certain that you do not wish to continue with us? The Desert is a dangerous place alone." The woman shook her head. "I thank you but no. I believe I will be fine on the way to the Temple. It is not too far from here."

The man nodded as the stars began to peek out, "Well then, I shall leave you to your business." he said as he walked off and joined the others in the caravan. The woman finished her packing and filled up her water skin and turned south to continue her journey. The trip would take a while and it wasn't without its dangers but she hoped it wouldn't be too terrible; after an hour or so she felt an odd sense. Turning she placed her hand gently on her blade to acknowledge she was a threat if provoked but was peaceful in her intentions and turned. "Who is there?" she called to the darkness of the sands.

[Ciraxis]

Ciraxis was flying over the desert. He wasn't exactly too fast though; not because of his body but rather because he liked to take in every aspect of Nature, even it was just a desert.

His golden scales were almost blinding to the eyes when he flew, although most would be thankful that the sun was setting so that he would not blind anyone but the most sensitive of people.

His eyes looked down to see one lone figure stranded from a few others as he arched a scaled brow in curiousity, but also of worry. Very peacefully, and rather gracefully, he flew forward, ahead of her as he slowly turned around, landing his colossal body in front of her.

He knew he was too big to currently look eye to eye to her, so he did what he thought was best and stepped a few steps back, laying down as far on the ground as he could, his snout resting on the desert as even lying down, his snout was so many times bigger than Umbra. But he had to make do with what he had.

"Greetings, stranded one. I hope I did not cause alarm." he said in a very low, but peaceful voice as he smiled best he could, regrettably getting sand in his mouth. He looked like an elder at this position, but that was easily shrugged off from the massive size and muscle that this dragon had. Any 'elder' dragon would be frail and small, compared to the Lord.

[*Kuromaku]

Kuromaku had gone a long time learning as much of himself as he could and in the duration of his travels he had managed to make friends and discover many parts of his lost memory. It was not all back though and he knew he probably wouldn't be able to get much further without some magical help. It had been a while and he remembered that the great dragon ciraxis had promised him a favor and now, he knew what that was going to be. He would ask the great dragon to use his magics, if he had any that would help, to unlock some of his memory so that he could get some clues and continue his journey.

These thoughts crossed his mind even as he walked through the desert, thinking surely that he would have to cross it and make it to the temple of the wind in order for ciraxis to meet him somewhere but as he walked he saw a golden glimmer in the sky. The sun that was now setting behind the clouds had made the dragon's outline visible in the sky and Kuro now ran at full speed, trying to find out where the dragon had landed so he could formally greet him. It was only a couple of minutes before he saw him in the distance and approached.

[*Umbra]

The dragon's landing in front of her wasn't exactly the most gossamer thing she had ever seen but it was silent. If not for her sense of danger she probably would have missed him completely. The dragon was golden, a sign that he was probably from nearby or at least good, and it laid down on the sand in front of her. Umbra could tell from the dragons demeanor that it probably did not mean her any harm and was merely curious at the notion of someone walking alone. "Greetings, stranded one. I hope I did not cause alarm." he had said.

Umbra took her hand off of her blade and gave a bow, "Not really, you are fine elder dragon. I was merely on the defense if something dangerous had come my way." she had replied. No sooner had she done so she looked past the dragon and saw someone running towards their location. "It seems we have another companion elder dragon. She thought. As the man approached she smiled, "Forgive my rudeness, allow me to introduce myself. I am Umbra Khontis. May I have the honor of knowing your names? she asked.

[Ciraxis]

Ciraxis smiled, his huge neck raising and then lowering in a such as to give a bow of his head.

"The name is Ciraxis, Lord of Dragons." he said in a modest tone, rather not making himself sound like anything special. He'd rather not be the kind of person who brags, simply because that would contradict his nature.

"It is a pleasure to meet a fine lady such as yourself, Umbra."

He then looked behind himself, seeing some kind of figure, but shrugging. "And he'll be here when he's here."

( Sorry for the short post. BUSSYYY. )

[*Kuromaku]

When he finally made it to the dragon he noticed the woman and he stopped and bowed to ciraxis.
"Long time no see old friend. How has your life been now that you're free." He asked, his mind going back to when Ciraxis was freed from darkarya's control. It was an epic moment in the history of the world and a major turning point in the battle. He wouldn't start by asking a favor, instead he decided he would greet both ciraxis and the female traveller politely.
"And hello to you as well mi'lady. I am Kuromaku Ishikawa of Kanna village." He said introducing himself in as polite and apologetic a manner as he could. He knew he had interrupted a prior conversation and so he stood next to ciraxis looking at the lady.

[*Umbra]

Umbra gave a nod to the man as he approached, he seemed out of breath for a little bit but quickly caught it. "It is a pleasure to meet a fine lady such as yourself, Umbra." the dragon replied. Umbra felt herself relaxing as the conversation began. It was obvious this dragon meant no ill will towards her, the dragon looked over his shoulder at the man coming closer"And he'll be here when he's here." he replied.

The man approached and noticed the dragon, "Long time no see old friend. How has your life been now that you're free." Umbra mentally wondered what he meant but refrained from asking, it was not her business at the moment, the man then turned to her. "And hello to you as well mi'lady. I am Kuromaku Ishikawa of Kanna village." She nodded, "Umbra Khontis, knight of the holy spark. If you do not mind my asking, what are you all doing here in the desert? she asked pleasantries out of the way

[Ciraxis]

Ciraxis looked at Kuromaku, an inquisitive look upon his mature face as he scanned the two people.

"Ah, Kuromaku, seeing you once more in a better sense is divine." he said, before listening to Umbra's question.

"I was heading to the temple of wind, but I saw that you seemed to be separated from others who look like you. I was worried and I was going to ask if there's anything wrong." he said rather lowly, as if he felt kind of guilty doing something when there didn't seem to be a problem.

[Hakem]

As the group was engaged in conversation, Jhevli approached. He gave himself credit, really, that he was able to track the assassin so long unnoticed, and all the while, he kept a mysterious smirk on his face. Recovering from his addiction wasn't easy, but it had been a good long while, and throughout his travels, he had learned to live without the magics of Oblivion Palace, and had pieced together bits of his identity, pieces of who he once was. He had already happened upon Setish, one of the first people he met after his escape from the hellish tower.

This man, an assassin, was his newest fascination. He didn't know the man's name, but only because he was one of the only men alive who wasn't slain before he learned it, though he had forgotten it, through the trials of both the Oblivion Palace and time immortal. One of the few he could remember from his past, this man was. It was a foggy memory, albeit, but the tortured blademaster knew that they once shared a connection almost brotherly, in their childhoods.

The phellian was garbed in richer clothing than he had escaped the tower wearing, a loose white outfit that protected him from the head of the sun, and matched the silky silver tones of his hair. The only possession he carried with him that day, was his scimitar, stolen in Sirius city, before it was called Sirius, in fact! In the golden days, when Arca was under the protection of the great Gods, and when the sun and the moon passed above, fearful of the darkness that threatened to extinguish them both from afar, and consume the whole of the world.

He approached the group, and as he hoped they took note of him, simply stared into the lavender eyes of the assassin he once knew, in another life.

[*Kuromaku]

Kuromaku smiled to the woman and looked to ciraxis, knowing his next words would answer both of their questions.
"I was heading to the temple of the wind as well to try to meet you great dragon. I was in need of a favor and I wanted to see if you could help." He said. It was then that he turned to see another with white hair ambling toward them. Another of the desert people? Kuromaku did not know this man but something about him seemed familiar and he was reminded of Setish mekail. The other phellian assassin that he had met and one who had tried to kill him.
"Before that, We have yet another visitor. Looks like you're getting popular ciraxis. He said, half teasing as he carefully examined the newcommer.

[*Umbra]

The golden dragon looked at the newcomer for a moment. "Ah, Kuromaku, seeing you once more in a better sense is divine." he said. So Kuromaku and Ciraxis know each other. Which means I probably won't need to worry about him. she thought as the dragon turned back to her. "I was heading to the temple of wind, but I saw that you seemed to be separated from others who look like you. I was worried and I was going to ask if there's anything wrong." Umbra smiled and shook her head. "I appreciate the concern Ciraxis but no there is nothing wrong. I am heading to the Temple of Wind. I am hoping to visit all the Great Temples." she answered.


Kuromaku smiled and looked at Ciraxis. "I was heading to the temple of the wind as well to try to meet you great dragon. I was in need of a favor and I wanted to see if you could help." Kuromaku was about to continue when he saw something, "Before that, We have yet another visitor. Looks like you're getting popular Ciraxis. She was about to ask Kuromaku and Ciraxis if, since they were going to the temple why not go together, but she quickly stopped as she saw someone approach from the corner of her eye, "Ah, we have new companions joining us." she stated instead. She turned to him as he approached, "Greetings stranger. What brings you to the desert tonight?" she asked.

[*Kaiber]

Swish, flick, woosh, slash. Kaiber's blades sung through the air as he weilded them in union with one another. He had just visited his sister's temple of the Wind. Upon reaching the desert away from prying eyes he was brushing up on his swordsmen skills as well as enjoying the heat. Kaiber always prefered the heat to that of a chilly wind which would sting your face, or ice cold droplets of water. Things were peaceful in Arca once again, he had some how managed to convince Darkarya so long ago that her attempts to gain control over a vast majority of Arca had failed and would be opposed fiercely by him everytime. With the purification of Ciraxis, and near destruction of Arca it seemed that at least for now she had become passive.

Sweating from his daily exercise he let his body breathe in the precious oxygen it needed as he watched the sky. The sun was going down in the desert. It was then he noticed a peculiar figure in the sky, it was unmistakeable. A Golden Dragon flying high and coming towards this way but he was far off into the distance. Watching the great dragon, Kaiber saw it plunge down towards the ground as if noticing something of interest.

"Hmm.... What brings you do the desert my old friend...?" whispered Kaiber to himself before turnning to gather his things. Throwing on his robes and light armor he judged how far Ciraxis had landed from here. His judgement was a least from a mile to four. He would arrive at Ciraxis in about Twenty minutes if he was lucky. Strapping the last bracer onto his arm he picked up the two longswords he had placed into the sand and sheathed them across his back.

Kaiber then started off at a jog which would soon turn into a full sprint as excitement brewed within him. He'd had no reason to run anywhere in a long time and it felt good to feel the ground flying beneath his feet. Not quite the same as flying upon a dragon but still satisfying none the less.

Soon in the distance he could see figures gathered around Ciraxis' large body making them seem nothing more then Ant's or fleas in the distance. He was surprized that Ciraxis hadn't transformed into his less gaigantuin form. As he approached he slowed down his speed holding up his hand to the side of him and up in a friendly guesture to all those of the gathering group.

"Ho, adventurers. What marks the occation of this fair gathering this fine desert night? Not hostilities I would wager." said Kaiber his pace now falling to a walk as he approached Ciraxis now ignoring everyone else upon his approach. He put up a hand to run along Ciraxis' large golden scales. They were warm to the touch, and smooth as Kaiber ran his hand along the scales. "It's been awhile. Can you tell me what has transpired since our last fateful meeting? I would greatly wish to hear what tales you have. Alas, it must wait for this party of odd individuals is more pressing at the moment." Spoke Kaiber lowly meaning for only Ciraxis to hear, however it wouldn't have been too hard to easedrop.

Looking around he noticed Kuro, and nodded in his direction as a wordless sign of recognition. A slight smile crawled across his face as he waited to hear and see the cause of this gathering. Not too unlike a joyous puppy waiting for attention.

[Ciraxis]

Ciraxis was kind of confused now. First he stopped flying to see if a person was alright, and then the next thing he knew, he was surrounded by people who came all at once. Maybe the desert WASN'T so hostile after all. That made him ponder, and truly question his approach to the desert.

He eyed Hakem very curiously though, however. He seemed very suspicious too him, and he would be sure to keep an eye on him. However, that was not the matter at the moment. He was sure that the figure would not be of any trouble, and if the figure was, Ciraxis would have no trouble dispatching him.

Ciraxis' head then craned to face Kuromaku, arching a brow inquisitively as he pondered the thought, turning to face him completely, which in turn, covered the sun and let him provide quite a quenching shade for the party.

"You want me to... help you? With what might I ask, sir?" Ciraxis responded humbly, tilting his head a bit in confusion.

But that was interrupted by... yep, another person! Another person decided to come visit Ciraxis too. What a lovely day. He got so much company, even though it was half-unwanted. But he really didn't mind, as people seemed to consider him a friendly thing. It wasn't that he was friendly more than that he tolerated people, and helped out of whim. He wasn't a bad dragon by any means, but was certainly wanting to know more as to why humanoids decided to visit him all together in a group, rather than perhaps one at a time in an orderly fashion.

Bah, that was the life of a dragon.

His head cocked to the side after peering at Kaiber, responding, but nowhere near as quiet.

"Ah, Kaiber, we may speak about that some other time. Let us not traumatize the experiences of these hearty adventurers.. or rather, let's just not talk about it until later." he said with utmost respect, making sure not to anger Kaiber.

What a... curious day.

[*Kuromaku]

kuromaku looked to ciraxis and exhaled, what he was about to say was no secret.
"I wanted you to try to use your dragon magics to try to restore my memory, as much of it as you can. I think i've run into a standstill within my own mind and I don't think I can gain anymore of it back. I ask you to spare as much magic as you can and help me unlock my memory." He explained. he knew there was something about his past that he needed but he could not get there by himself.

It bothered him to have to ask in front of so many people but it was only because he wasn't exactly reknowned for public speaking. He had recognized kaiber though and did nod back to him.
"although I might suggest we continue this back at the wind temple. The desert gets very very cold at night."

[Hakem]

Jhevli merely stood, staring at the people, even as the newcomer arrived. The newcomer had a presence about him, something that reminded him of his savior, the one to whom he owed his freedom and his life, the fallen Goddess of Wind, Windya.

Not once, however, did he change his gaze. His faded emerald eyes pierced the assassin, unblinking, unwavering. What was this man doing? What with the King of Dragons, and a band of humans? Jhevli imagined, under regular circumstances, the assassin would have killed the humans, and engaged in battle with Ciraxis. Had, perhaps, he too, forgotten his past?

"Your name," he simply stated, his voice firm and commanding, and his blade was drawn in seconds. Still, his eyes never wavered, and the others went nearly unnoticed to the man, even the mighty Ciraxis, a terrible intimidation to most.