Welcome, Welcome! I hope you're having a good day, and welcome to my Bio!
Allow me to introduce myself. My name's Cotton! Why is my name Cotton? Because it is!
I have a few years' worth of experience with Roleplaying, primarily as a GM but also as a player, in both groups and in one-on-one RPs. My interests include Magic, Fantasy (Medieval/Steampunk), and more!
Best solution I can think of is make it so that the Dracon nation is a thing of the past? For example, it could have existed before, but have since been destroyed by the humans. Ophion's father's home could have been one of the last holdouts.
Leaving through the western door of the foyer, Yus enters into a long hallway. The lower walls of the hallway are lined with wooden panels, each about a square meter in size, with green wallpaper above it. Occasionally, a painting adorns the wall, depicting either starry skies or beautiful landscapes. Beyond the paintings, the only things on the walls are lamps, seemingly spaced evenly along the wall - three panels between each lamp, each holding a strange orb giving off just enough light to illuminate the hall. A few lamps are spaced a bit unevenly compared to the others, yet they all look identical. There is also one window, on the southern end of the hallway, looking out over the front yard.
But, there are still no other signs of life so far, not even within the paintings themselves.
From where she's standing, Yus can see four more doors on the western side of the hallway, with it seeming to curve to the left at the end, and one door to the right, sandwiched between two forks in the hallway. All but one door are closed - the one across from her seems to be slightly ajar, but not far enough for her to peek inside without opening it further.
Even as the group in the foyer continues to talk to themselves, no host or staff seems to make their presence known. Nobody comes down the stairs to greet them, and nobody enters through the east door either. It is just them, so far.
Then the sounds of doors slamming shut to their right, followed by the eastern door opening. Slowly it swings open... but there's nobody there. The door was properly closed before, the wind could not have pushed it open, yet there's no sign of anyone there. Perhaps Ophion's statement about this place being haunted was correct? Or maybe the host is simply hiding from their sight...
Going up the creaking stairs of the foyer to the first floor, Gino, too ends up in a hallway. It, too, is lined with evenly-spaced lamps holding dimly-glowing orbs, the only feature of note on the dull green wallpaper. There are no paintings here, but there are many doors here. On the western wall, eight doors. On the eastern, two to his right and one to his left. Besides this, he can see that the hallway also extends to the right, with one more door, followed by two splits in the hallway, and a staircase leading down. There also seems to be at least one window, on the southern end of the hallway, looking out over the front yard, and the guests still waiting among the birds.
Outside, meanwhile, the fair weather that had so far made their stay outside rather pleasant seemed to be making way for... less enjoyable weather, as the sound of approaching thunder was audible in the distance. Slowly, more and more of the birds seemed to be making their way to either the rear of the manor, or the roof of the building.
Though, if they are paying attention, they might briefly make out what appears to be a figure, walking past a window inside on the eastern side of the building. Perhaps it's their host, waiting for them inside?
This is my bad for not picking up on this sooner - I seem to have misinterpreted something in your backstory - but a Dracon Kingdom is not something that could exist in this setting. When you mentioned a homeland, I thought you were referring to an area where your species originated, not a full-on nation.
The only way a non-human nation could exist is if it is hidden so completely that humans are utterly oblivious to it's existence, allowing those within to safely survive without threat of humans. However, if this were the case, then no letter would have been sent - it makes no sense to invite one specific member of a species that is already safe to come live in the safety of the manor.
I fully accept that it's my fault that I didn't pick up on this issue earlier, but this needs to be addressed.
The only bit of post order/etiquette that immediately comes to mind is like... don't double-post. Unless there's like, been no reply for about a day or two or something? Just give people time to respond and edit your post if you missed something instead of posting twice.
@Conscripts Accepted! No issues with the height or the strength, just keep in mind he will probably have to duck and stuff to fit through door sometimes~
The trek took weeks but he found himself among the trees and couldn't help but take comfort in the scenery. A small blue bird sat atop his shoulder. A brave and curious fellow who decided to accompany him on his journey only moments ago. Eventually the duo found themselves at the edge of a clearing and just ahead they beheld the sanctuary Marrok had been seeking: The Manor.
Marrok stood for a moment and just looked on, trying to take it in.
"What do you think, little fellow? Could this be a trap?" he asked his new feathered friend. The bird seemed to huff as if expelling a nervous sigh. "No matter, though, right? Even if it is a trap, surely you are mighty enough to protect me, eh?" The blue bird whistled in response but immediately took flight, returning to the woods from which it came. "O-kay. Right, then. Solo it is."
Marrok's every step was slow and methodical as his eyes darted every which way, ready to spot some sign of trickery or deceit. By the time he got to the front doors, he was pleased that he encountered no such thing thus far. Who knew what could be waiting on the other side of this sanctuary's entrance. One thing was for sure: He wouldn't find out by standing out here. With that, he swallowed hard, placed a hand on the knob and opened it wide...
Towering over Marrok and his feathered companion, a large red-brick building stood alone within the clearing. It looked old, but well-kept; no signs of damage from age or any other signs of being in disrepair. From the outside, the building looked to have at least two floors, perhaps with an attic hidden under it's roof. The clearing seemed to almost perfectly fit the manor; as though the forest itself refused to grow closer to the short wall that seemed to mark the edge of the building's garden.
Despite the possible eeriness of the building standing tall and quiet within the clearing, it was not entirely silent around it. There were a lot of birds around, judging by the sounds they were making. Primarily crows and ravens, with many hopping around in the front garden - which wasn't anything particularly impressive to look at. Perhaps there was a more impressive rear garden? Either way, the birds paid Marrok no mind as he approached the door, hopping away only if he would otherwise collide with them, and paying no mind to anything he did to interact with them - they seemed to be very busy minding their own business.
Adara
She was surprised for how long the walk took but according to the note would be quite close to it. "It should be close by, the Manor should only be a bit farther." As the forest's end was in sight she gazed upon the place where she could finally live quietly again. The vampire finally regained some motivation and sprinted towards it, spotting someone at the door as she approached it. It wouldn't take long until she stood behind the man. "Hey kid, did you get invited to this place too?" She eyed the werewolf with some suspicion. "Are you sure you're not a human?... You look even more human than I do" She teased the man.
Even as a second person arrived at the scene, the birds did not look up from what they were doing - still hopping around and almost seeming to be noiselessly conversing with eachother. They seemed to be unimpressed by visitors, and would not react to anything that wouldn't put them in harm's way - at which point they would simply get out of the way.
As Marrok pushed open the door, a few of the birds took to the air, flying up to the roof and disappearing through a small hole in it. Perhaps they had made their nests in the attic?
Beyond the door laid a foyer. It was dimly lit, a large staircase providing access to two doors on the floor above, with two more doors on the ground floor, one to left and the other to the right. It was quiet within the building; there was no sign of any other inhabitants, though there were no signs of the place being abandoned. There was no dust, no cobwebs. No damage. It was as though it had been cleaned up recently, but there was no sign of whoever could have done that within the foyer. Perhaps they were elsewhere within the structure?
I've been working on getting my post up, just struggling with feeling tired and stuff sometimes, which makes it hard to work. I still intend to keep this going, however, just might not always be as fast depending on how well I'm doing on any given day.
Welcome, Welcome! I hope you're having a good day, and welcome to my Bio!
Allow me to introduce myself. My name's Cotton! Why is my name Cotton? Because it is!
I have a few years' worth of experience with Roleplaying, primarily as a GM but also as a player, in both groups and in one-on-one RPs. My interests include Magic, Fantasy (Medieval/Steampunk), and more!
Feel free to ask me stuff or talk to me!
Either way, have a good day, dear reader!
<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;">Welcome, Welcome! I hope you're having a good day, and welcome to my Bio!<br><br>Allow me to introduce myself. My name's Cotton! Why is my name Cotton? Because it is!<br><br>I have a few years' worth of experience with Roleplaying, primarily as a GM but also as a player, in both groups and in one-on-one RPs. My interests include Magic, Fantasy (Medieval/Steampunk), and more!<br><br>Feel free to ask me stuff or talk to me!<br><br>Either way, have a good day, dear reader!</div>
