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And The Gods All Fell [4 Spots Open]

So...Is anyone else going to post or should I go?

Wolves of Red Lake Season One (Reboot)

I'm great, how are you?

The Elemental King: All Hope Lost! (Always Open)

So is this dead or what?

Dragons of Caerel [accepting!]

Gideon, of course he would be called. There was a man who only knew fighting and was also his main competitor on the island. This was not to say that Oberon did not like him, in fact he had quite the respect for the old man. He had grown up hearing about his many exploits and experience with, what many would call, unsuitable work. The only problem Oberon had with Gideon, was that he was an asshole but he suspected that it was in his nature from birth, no changing that about him. Oberon was cold, but at least he knew how to act civil.

Then Anara spoke, he stood tall recognizing that she was his superior, and listened intently to what she had to say. As she brought the map out Oberon walked over to the table to look at it, it old that was for sure. These other islands he had a vague sense about but the question did perplex him, why hadn't they been off the island? Was there a war? Perhaps others grew jealous of what they had and abandoned the island? Or perhaps there was just nothing out there in general. The only way he was going to find out, was by going.

Oberon liked the idea of exploration, perhaps he could name an island after himself so he spoke up, "We won't have an island if we don't do something. I think that is quite apparent, so I will be going." He looked at Anara, "I relinquish myself to you, Sergeant. May we find something out there."

Oberon took a few steps back and waited patiently for the next move.

Dragons of Caerel [accepting!]

Oberon had been busy that night, packing away his items for this long journey mentioned in the letter. He could only speculate that Keltor needed a team of riders but for what? Exploration? Finding a cure for this blight? He was not to sure but he guessed the answer would be found at the council chamber. He'd have to leave immediately and fly through night to make it in time, not like he hadn't done that before. Actually, he quite enjoyed the solace of the night atop Sicarus. They seemed to be almost invisible under the stars, which could allow for stealthy operations when needed.

Once he was ready, he locked the door to his house, touching the wood one last time as he had no idea when he would see it again. After a moment he went to the swamp. Once it had as far as the horizon but now he could see the border, met with parched earth. He whistled and within a couple of minutes, Sicarus arrived before him, gliding down to land.

He stroked Sicarus upon his head saying, "Well, what say we have an adventure, perhaps to save this swamp of yours in the process. We fly to Draketooth for a meeting in the morning. Lets go."

Oberon put on his helmet and departed his home, not knowing if he was going to be any help for this journey.

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Time passed almost slowly but the sunrise was beautiful as always on that crisp morning. Though the light only revealed what was happening below, whole stretches of land were turning brown and once mighty rivers were becoming streams. It was very illuminating but also horrifying.

Sicarus finally made it to Draketooth Mountain and searching for a bit, they finally found the small council chambers. Though he had left a long time ago, he noted things really hadn't changed that much, at least from what he could see. He dismounted Sicarus and left him at the entrance, and to that the dragon flopped down and began to snooze, he wished he could do the same. He made his way to the doors, massive in size and upon opening them he saw several people, chief among them was the sergeant.

He respectfully bowed, then said, "Oberon Rontan, at your service."

Dragons of Caerel [accepting!]

Awesome, I'll post soon.

Dragons of Caerel [accepting!]

{Oberon Rontan}

{Oberon "The Knight" Rontan}

Rider of {Sicarus}

APPEARANCE—

Oberon

Oberon's Face

AGE—
31 winters
Bonded for 16 years

GENDER—
Male

HISTORY—

Clan Rontan were always soldiers, long as they could remember but steadily that need was fading. Wars seldom happened anymore on Caerel, if they ever had in the first place. Battles sometime broke out between Lords over land and that was where soldiers were needed. The Rontan men were prided with their ability to excel in combat situations, usually selling themselves to the higher bidder. As land disputes faded so to, did the need for professional soldiers. Oberon's father believed differently, stating that the time would come one day when Rontan men would be needed once more, so he trained his only son with all the skills and knowledge from the past. By the age of fifteen, Oberon was well on his way to becoming a proper soldier when something that he had never imagined happened, a hatchling Black Knight, chose him to bond with.

He knew what was required of him then, to travel to Draketooth Mountain to become a full fledged rider and he did just that. He went through the combat exercises easily, as his past experiences only helped with this. Everything else was a challenge that he accepted without hesitation. Eventually, he graduated but at the same time did not feel satisfied with where he was, he wanted more for himself that the riders could not provide. So he left the them to pave a future for himself around the island. Year by year he found odd jobs, all in the line of combat, which he reveled in. Oberon would make quite the reputation for himself and many would start to call him, "The Knight."

His home was built with the money he acquired and Sicarus would live in the swamp next to it. All was good in his life, until the drought came, gaving him quite a shock. Everything he had achieved was now in jeopardy, all his hard work would be for nothing if the island died. He overlooked the swamp, even it was shrinking and Sicarus could see it too. He would ponder on what to do until a letter arrived at his isolated home at twilight. A summons? From Keltor? This must be important Oberon thought as he readied his things to leave.

PERSONALITY—

• Agressive
• Focused
• Cold
• Adventurous
• Loyal

TALENTS/SKILLS—

• Athletic- Oberon is in tip top shape, ready to go at any moment.
• Seasoned Dragonrider- With more then 15 years of experience, one could say that he knows what he is doing.
• Soldier- Professional combatant, trained in the use of a longsword and shield.
• Disciplined- Knows when to shut up and follow orders, even if he doesn't like them.
• Negotiator- Can talk with people quite well.

FLAWS/WEAKNESSES—

• Ideological- Oberon is patriotic and would do anything to save his home.
• Spontaneous- He sometimes acts before he thinks.
• Brutally Honest- Oberon will not hesitate to tell you what he thinks, even if it hurts others.
• Pride- A little is good but a lot? Guess we will find out.

EXTRAS—

• His armor is most likely the last of its kind.
• Has a husky voice.
• Has a very large scar on his back, straight across the side.
• His longsword was a gift from a Lord.
• Lives in a log cabin in Westridge, at the edge of a marsh.

{Sicarus}

Sicarus—

GENDER—
Male

BREED—
Black Knight

APPEARANCE—
Sicarus is as big as a Black Knights come, maybe even larger. He has a scar on his right side, about as large as a sword, from a dragon fight he had along time ago.

PERSONALITY—

• Ruthless
• Calm
• Protective
• Rash

EXTRAS—

• Sicarus is quite disciplined. Rider and dragon have a close bond.

Dragons of Caerel [accepting!]

{Oberon Rontan}

{Oberon "The Knight" Rontan}

Rider of {Sicarus}

APPEARANCE—

Oberon

Oberon's Face

AGE—
31 winters
Bonded for 16 years

GENDER—
Male

HISTORY—

Clan Rontan were always soldiers, long as they could remember but steadily that need was fading. Wars seldom happened anymore on Caerel, if they ever had in the first place. Battles sometime broke out between Lords over land and that was where soldiers were needed. The Rontan men were prided with their ability to excel in combat situations, usually selling themselves to the higher bidder. As land disputes faded so to, did the need for professional soldiers. Oberon's father believed differently, stating that the time would come one day when Rontan men would be needed once more, so he trained his only son with all the skills and knowledge from the past. By the age of fifteen, Oberon was well on his way to becoming a proper soldier when something that he had never imagined happened, a hatchling Black Knight, chose him to bond with.

He knew what was required of him then, to travel to Draketooth Mountain to become a full fledged rider and he did just that. He went through the combat exercises easily, as his past experiences only helped with this. Everything else was a challenge that he accepted without hesitation. Eventually, he graduated but at the same time did not feel satisfied with where he was, he wanted more for himself that the riders could not provide. So he left the them to pave a future for himself around the island. Year by year he found odd jobs, all in the line of combat, which he reveled in. Oberon would make quite the reputation for himself and many would start to call him, "The Knight."

His home was built with the money he acquired and Sicarus would live in the swamp next to it. All was good in his life, until the drought came, gaving him quite a shock. Everything he had achieved was now in jeopardy, all his hard work would be for nothing if the island died. He overlooked the swamp, even it was shrinking and Sicarus could see it too. He would ponder on what to do until a letter arrived at his isolated home at twilight. A summons? From Keltor? This must be important Oberon thought as he readied his things to leave.

PERSONALITY—

• Agressive
• Focused
• Cold
• Adventurous
• Loyal

TALENTS/SKILLS—

• Athletic- Oberon is in tip top shape, ready to go at any moment.
• Seasoned Dragonrider- With more then 15 years of experience, one could say that he knows what he is doing.
• Soldier- Professional combatant, trained in the use of a longsword and shield.
• Disciplined- Knows when to shut up and follow orders, even if he doesn't like them.
• Negotiator- Can talk with people quite well.

FLAWS/WEAKNESSES—

• Ideological- Oberon is patriotic and would do anything to save his home.
• Spontaneous- He sometimes acts before he thinks.
• Brutally Honest- Oberon will not hesitate to tell you what he thinks, even if it hurts others.
• Pride- A little is good but a lot? Guess we will find out.

EXTRAS—

• His armor is most likely the last of its kind.
• Has a husky voice.
• Has a very large scar on his back, straight across the side.
• His longsword was a gift from a Lord.
• Lives in a log cabin in Westridge, at the edge of a marsh.

{Sicarus}

Sicarus—

GENDER—
Male

BREED—
Black Knight

APPEARANCE—
Sicarus is as big as a Black Knights come, maybe even larger. He has a scar on his right side, about as large as a sword, from a dragon fight he had along time ago.

PERSONALITY—

• Ruthless
• Calm
• Protective
• Rash

EXTRAS—

• Sicarus is quite disciplined. Rider and dragon have a close bond.

Dragons of Caerel [accepting!]

Very well, I shall start now.

Dragons of Caerel [accepting!]

Any preference on what dragon to pick?