The year is 5,050 AS. In the city of Sleekwillow, a celebrity, a royal, an assassin, a flamesilk, and a hybrid walk into a bar.
You each were approached by a hooded NightWing, who offered you a white opal with an odd symbol carved into it. At the end of your night, as you left the bar, the symbol on the stone began to glow in the starlight. With that, your vision whited out.
Now you awake in a valley at dawn. The mountains around you seem… oddly familiar…
Welcome to a land of gods and goddesses, of newly settled tribes, and a far different time.
Welcome to Pyrrhia just after the Scorching.
HERE’S THE LOWDOWN!
This follows a headcanon of the way the tribes were when they first formed. They worshipped gods, had much stricter systems, basically what you think of when someone says ‘ancient civilization.’
You and your character’s will know nothing unless I tell you or they figure it out.
Rules are the standard for RPs.
Characters of the Present
The Celebrity - Promisekeeper of the NightWings (Kadachi)
The Royal - Prince Terrain of the SandWings (Drawkill)
The Assassin - Ricin of the RainWings (SaltyShaker)
The Flamesilk - Flametip of the SilkWings (Lacey)
The Hybrid - Agate of the Sand and SkyWings (Pastrami)
Desc: Ricin is scarily good at disguises. It is easy for him to exactly match scale color as well as morph his body to better match his intended dragon. He is medium height, but built thin and lithely. His scales generally are doing a disguise or camouflage, and he is very sure to squash feelings. Ricin is muscular, but not particularly so. He is very good at balancing. Both his ears are pierced.
Any other notes?: Cocky, arrogant, flirtatious. Ricin is also an amazing dancer and gymnast, and assassinates with poison or with knifes.
Flametip held the cold, smooth stone in her talons, still staring at it. The cold breeze of the night had been replaced with warmer, almost friendlier air. Another breeze played across her face, and she snapped her head up.
Around her were other dragons, but she didn’t pay attention to them. Unconsciously, she let a small tendril of flamesilk escape her wrists. She grabbed it and wrapped it around her talons.
Promisekeeper's bones ached as she struggled to move her body from her uncomfortable position on the ground. She could feel the presence of other dragons around her, but she dared not to question it as she was dealing with her own problems. She managed to keep her cool, but she couldn't help but feel the suppressed pain of dread in her head.
Agate opened his eyes, and looked around, only moving his eyes. An all-too-familiar feeling of dread washed over him as he noticed the severe lack of house around him. Fantastic. He thought, squeezing his eyes shut once again. Simply fantastic.
“Sure.” Agate replied. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going home. You can have this marble back.” He rolled the stone he had been holding over to Terrain and stood up, expecting to see towns in the distance. However, the rolling mountains were barren.
Flametip looked around at the barren landscape, her brow furrowed. The glanced at the other four dragons next to her quickly but otherwise ignored them. She scanned the horizon, searching for a familiar landmark.
Flametip continued to watch the bright blue sky, totally confused. What had happened to her nice midnight walk under the stars? Now she was in some rural part of Pyrhhia with four other random dragons. Great.
She didn't notice when a red dot appeared suddenly on the horizon.
The dragon appeared to be a male SkyWing. As he neared, and slowly dipped down to see them better, the wild boar in his claws came into view. Terrain could faintly smell the coppery scent of prey blood.
"Wherever we are, it's impossible to tell where Possibility could be." Promisekeeper replied to Agate, turning to face them. In all honesty, this situation was more than normal. After being used to going to way too many private parties and waking up the next morning in the most unusual of places, this was completely commonplace.
"The pleasure is mine. Where are... you all from?" Andesine asked, glancing around.
Terrain was silent, thinking. High Priestess? Like, for gods? I don't think anyone worships any gods anymore. Is this place just really cut off? Did we get teleported to some isolated island? And how had this Andesine never heard of a SilkWing?
"Ah. You are all rather far from home? Are you... lost? You could always come back to Falcon Fire if you need anything." He offered. His eyes slid to Agate, and a surprising look flickered across his snout.
“What are you looking at?” Agate hissed after noticing Andesine looking at him funny. He was more concerned about getting to work on time than anything else that was going on, but of course, that wouldn’t be happening anytime soon.
Andesine led them along with a somewhat long flight. About half an hour. All the while, they saw no signs of any kind of settlement.
Then he began to descend towards a gaping ravine between two mountains. All along the walls of the ravine were wooden paths and homes carved into the stone. Andesine landed on the top edge of the ravine. He motioned to the small settlement in the crevasse.
Flametip hovered in midair for a second, looking at the small town below them. It looked...different. Unlike any town she had seen on Pyrhhia before. She couldn’t quite place her talon on why it looked so different. She found a good place to land, and dived down to the uneven ground.
She landed with a thump, and flared her wings for balance.
Promisekeeper's eyes widened at the sight of the city. The architecture was like nothing she has seen before, and it was honestly quite stunning. "What a marvelous place, how have I not heard of it before?" She exclaimed in awe. I probably could have arranged a show here, too...
“Oh. Um, well I need to get back to the Sand Kingdom, you know? Mother will be worried.” He squeaked, hating the fake voice he has to imitate. He curled his tail closer, perfecting the disguise of a barb on his tail.
"It would probably be best to take you to Lord Cinder. He lives there." Andesine indicated a house at the far end of the ravine. It was one of the largest in the town and had vines growing around the windows.
Flametip followed the SkyWing, still admiring the scenery. She occasionally got odd looks from other dragons, but nothing else. This town wasn’t like any she had seen before. Looking down to the end of the ravine, she saw an ornate house which was covered in vines. It looked a great deal bigger then the rest.
Everybody here looks kinda shifty. Agate thought, squinting at the townsfolk as he trudged behind the others. Or maybe it’s just me. I don’t care either way, getting home takes priority over any other matter.
Flametip enjoyed the sometimes respectful looks the dragons the street gave her. Although she didn't know why yet, it felt good. She titled her wings back a bit, making the light reflect off of the shiny scales.
A tall male SkyWing stood in the doorway. His scales were the color of fire, with a few freckles of pale red on his talons. Around his shoulders was a bearskin capelet. His peach-colored eyes settled on Andesine, then flicked up to the others.
Terrain had sat down, tucking his tail around so no one accidentally stepped on it. He perked his head at the squeak of a door.
As the SkyWing walked out of the door, Flametip perked her ears up, looking at the new figure. His scales looked like what she had imagined SkyWings like, flame-colored scales and tall bodies. she looked up at him, not saying anything yet.