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Master Raven

Master Raven

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The small town below in a bustle as people moved back and forth through the streets setting up what looked like a big bonfire. The bottom of the sun was touching the crags of the mountains that loomed over the town. At last his visit to this side of the country it hadn't been here, the place of his once solace and meditation now gone with the modernization for the rapidly growing era. This town it was lower, well the appropriate term was newer, or perhaps even younger. The town wasn't as advanced as the others he had seen over the past two months. No sentries, No guard, hardly and body to guard the crude gate that they seemed to have erected themselves.

Nicolas knelt down scoping out the town as the 'festival' continued unknowings to him about the events that would commence that night. A foul wind blew as he stood to his feet the white gray locks of his hair blew about his brow as his only upper body covering blew open to reveal a seal of ancient. The red marking a symbol of both hate and prejudice, a long forgotten world among the new age. He placed his weapons on his body for travel then began the ten mile walk down to the village.
 
They had caught her off guard, and used her greatest weakness against her...the baby, sky blue dragon that she had watched hatch from his egg only a month ago. They had taken him from her, using him as bait to lure her into a trap. Luna woke slowly, only to find herself bound and gagged in a cold, cramped cell on the ground. The dragon was in a separate cell, and he had also been locked up in a small cage to keep him from squeezing through the bars and escaping.
 
From the miles above it had appeared that it was a seemingly harmless festival. but as the man neared the village by each mile the setup of the 'festivities' was becoming more and more clear, though it would take at most two more miles before his vision allowed him to see the details in depth. There was now a stake in the middle of what appeared to be where they were going to hold the fire perhaps a burning of a law breaker. It didn't trouble him to much as he continued to walk down the winding slope of the hill.

As he walked the heavy equipment he carried clanked together, his sword in it's metal sheath on his left shoulder blade. While a staff was rested across his lower back in a holder of his own making. He took pride in these weapons for no other living soul could pull them from their confines save for him. Often times people wondered how someone so seemingly small could carry all that metal and not move around slowly like a knight, a secret he had always kept to himself.

His red-ish brown eyes watched the road every once in a while glancing to see how far the town was. He was now four miles from where he had started and six from the village. As he glanced his foot slipped from the the trail sending him tumbling down the forty degree incline. He had luckily pulled the staff from it's holding place so not to further injure himself, though getting scratches and scrapes from the trees, and bushes didn't help much either. He had tumbled a good mile before the trail picked back up going in the other direction, and he now lay upon it halfway to the village.

'I really should watch where I am walking then worry about a festival in town.' he thought to himself as he pushed himself to his feet. Nicolas looked around but couldn't find his staff this really wasn't an issue for him it had happened in the past. His left hand moved to wave over the right, where his bracer covered the upper art of his wrist and a bit of fore arm, then in a matter of three to four second the staff was attached to the back of the bracer. Without a second thought he began to continued down the trail placing the staff back into it's holder.
 
As he walked, he would see a set of small, strange prints in the dirt...they were the prints of a baby dragon, with a set of sandal prints next to it.

When he was only a couple of miles from the town, he would see obvious signs of a struggle, and faintly hear what would sound like high-pitched squeals and chirps.
 
[I don't really like the 'he would' aspect of the roleplays it makes me have no choice but to do what you say. but I'll go along with it this once.]

As Nicolas continued his stride toward the town the nearby trees seemed to have a fresh smell. Of what he could not determine, but the way the dirt of the trail had been kicked around it was clear there was a fight not to long ago. Brushing the thoughts away he continued on, what ever had happened was not his problem.

After another hour he arrived in the town to hear the bustle and what appeared to be chanting. His eyes wandered seeing the demonic tomes written throughout the town. A ritual sacrifice if he had interpreted the chanting well enough. The stupid mortals couldn't comprehend a demons power, nor did it seem like they tried. "What ritual is this?" He asked not seeing the like before. "What god, would allow one of their followers to be killed just to please them?" His ignorance was just being he knew of what both heaven and hell were like. He had tasted them only to be denied entrance to either.
 
A snap, and one of the bars broke. The little dragon squirmed out of the little cage, then out of the prison cell. He started to run over to his master's cell but stopped, chirping sadly at her as she shook her head no. After several minutes of jumping and scratching, the door knob turned and the door opened. He darted out, chirping wildly as people began to chase after him. The little dragon ran for the edge of town, racing past him.
 
He continued to walk through the streets seeing a dragon pup run by him while a group ran into him knocking him down. With a snarl he stood to his feet and continued on in a more foul mood. He seen the stake and the bundle of hay and horse feed being piled up. Tonight was a foul night and being around this town was bringing out the worst in him.
 
The dragon doubled back, darting between the man's legs as he raced back in the direction of the jail cell where his master was being held prisoner.
 
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