The Nexus

So...apparently, I had 2 clutches with flown flights at Dark Moon WeyrHold that I never hatched. I'm going to hatch them as a semi-giveaway. There will be a story with this so I can 'close up' the Weyrhold properly. :P 1. There are about 28 eggs available between the two clutches; 16 with gold Jaeri...

Randaril nodded in thanks though his expression was blank for the most part. Once the door had closed, he turned back to Philippe who was still sprawled out and unmoving. "Oh...get up...the sooner we get you back to Father the better...mostly for my sanity." Philippe snorted but did not mo...

"Ah..." Philippe said with a sympathetic and knowing sigh. "Sounds like she and Kyla should have a chat, eh, Ril?" Randaril scowled. "We both know that is a bad idea," he replied with a growl. Philippe waved his hands in the air dismissively at his brother. "You re...

"Help with what?" Randaril asked, poking his head in. Philippe raised an amused eyebrow. "Political stuff...you want to take over?" Randaril's mouth opened and closed like a fish caught out of water and Philippe chuckled the laugh of a brother who knew damn well what he just did....

"Well, I hope so," Philippe said. "I told M'len about that and he got pissed - ranted for a while." He snorted, then looked down at his left hand. The scar was visible now - normally he hides it with magic just to not have to explain how he got it. "I've seen evil..." h...

"Yeah...long story. Not one I can tell easily or in a few minutes, either." Philippe winced. "It's pretty much given me a bad reputation on my world. Understandably...Turning an entire city into zombies does that. Not that it was fully my fault...I just sorta finished what the bad guy...

Philippe smirked at the threat. "Oh, hell is definitely more appropriate. I feel like hell, too." He stood easily enough but he lacked the energy he normally had. "Those aren't...tricks I do often and I paid the price for that." He shrugged. "They're not tricks I like doing....

M'len grimaced a bit. "Yeah. He's awake. A bit grumpy but...we'll he's getting his things packed." The blue rider took a deep breath. "I'll go get him. Come in." Leaving the door for Thayer he stepped back into the room. "Philippe! You have a visitor!" "Busy,"...

M'len was the one to open the door and blinked a few moments before nodding at Thayer and giving a slight bow of his head. "You must be Thayer?" he said, though it came out as more of a question. Yes. Thanks... M'len replied to Jesioth, thankful for a bit of help in this case. He no doubt ...

"Um...thanks..." Randaril said, giving the quickly departing young man a weak wave. M'len, his tongue between his teeth, poked Philippe who drifted away. The blue rider smirked and looked up at Randaril who slowly shook his head. "No...we are not pushing him into a wall...or a tree......

"Oh...um...a friend. He already left. He's not very...sociable." "He was weird," the pale violet hatchling sat at her side [[I will figure out her name on the fly someday...lol]] "But I liked him." Jarel snorted, crossing his arms while Aenon looked five times more piss...

Looking up from Aenon and Jarel's bickering over the best way to go about leaving (and snuggling with the most adorable dragon hatchling she had ever seen...which honestly were not many...), and smiled at the young man. "Yes..." Then her eyes went wide and she put her dragon down, pulling ...

"Good. I hate to leave that hatchling in their care, but it's clear the little one chose. It seems that was all they wanted. That and..." Thayer trailed off as his eyes scanned across a familiar figure being dragged away from the hatching area by a small knot of people. "Hey," he...

Aenon spit out sand, breathing heavily then looked at Jarel who was as white as a ghost and looked stricken in horror. At least, until the blond-haired elf began to laugh nearly historically. “That was not funny!” Aenon snapped, shaking sand from his clothing as he stood. He was about to start on hi...

@Mystic Tiale screamed, clinging to the hatchlings as she fell, the world around her an explosion of screaming metal and the roar of a dragon. She clung to the ring, she could feel ring on her finger, throbbing with magic - magic she did not understand in her predicament. She was going to die. Nany...

@Mystic Faroth snarled, lashing his tail at the green queen. I would die first , he replied. In front of him, Philippe smirked. “Oh, trying to take my dragon from me? That’s cute.” To me. His mind went out to the undead that he had launched into the air and several of them swarmed under his request...

Randaril excused himself to let Tiale do the talking, making the excuse to go find them drinks (though he did intend to do just that...at least after he found his wayward brother), and began to move in the direction he had last seen Philippe. However, when he reached the place the blue rider should ...

@Mystic (and anyone else near fallen, dead Death Court dragons...) The flame that would have engulfed him fell around the elf harmlessly as he threw up a shield. Philippe was a statue within his eyes never breaking from the green queen that had just ordered his death. He did not die easily. After a...

One word was spoken, as Philippe glanced over his shoulder toward the blue, his fighting stance solid. Faroth’s roar rose in volume as he returned to normal size like a shield over his rider and struck the blue. Buy me time. Faroth hesitated only in his mind. Are you sure? If this bitch wants to pla...

@Mystic Philippe smirked at the green, yet his sarcastic, not very nice retort was ended when the brown appeared. In the two seconds he had, Philippe grabbed Randaril and dragged both his brother and the hatchling, seeming to vanish in the brown's shadow. He stepped out amid the chaos of the crowd ...

Tiale had returned to Aenon and Jarel, Nanyehith in her arms. She was talking to her two boyfriends with excitement and the joy of a new mother with a child. Jarel had his arm around her, as proud as if the baby dragon was his baby. Randaril was nearly thrown to the sands in Philippe's over-exuberan...

@bug "Treval?" Tiale asked, grinning. "Oh, no! We're both from the same world...Sentra. I just live there. Treval is more like a country...or a city on a world called Anarendor. Well, it's a city and a country, they named the capital city after the country. I live at Treval Dragonry ...

@Mystic Philippe hesitated - for a moment. Shrugging he turned to Thayer and grinned. "What did you have in mind?" he asked, a semi innocent tone laced with the deviousness of someone who was tired of formalities and preferred to get away from what he was supposed to be doing... @Bug Tial...

Thayer's brow furrowed as he tried to work out the logistics of Tiale's relation to Philippe. He spared little more than a moment for the conundrum, as his mind circled back to something far more interesting. His eyes lit up with delight. "Your brother, huh? That's great. Now we can leave them ...

@bug Randaril put himself between the incoming creature and Tiale instinctively. He also reached for his bow - it wasn't there - then his dagger - that also wasn't there - and he began to panic when the creature relaxed, turned, and trotted back toward its owner. He heard Tiale stiffen and no doubt...

@Mystic Philippe managed a half-hearted, almost nervous/embarrassed laugh, rubbing the back of his neck. "Ah yes...Flynnth's little...surprise frenzy that nearly got half the riders with dragons involved in a lot of trouble..." He sighed. "Well, that's not due to hatch for a while, s...

As the trio entered the welcome center, Philippe paused, grinning despite anything and everything. He gave his brother a mischievous smirk before trying to run off. Randaril grabbed him by the arm. "Don't even...You're not here to have fun." "Actually, I'm pretty sure that is exactly ...

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FINISHED!

Dunno where to throw a candidate at you guys...

So I do it here.

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Scrap; about 12 (he isn't sure about his age or what his race really is...)

Okay...I got that out of my system...carry on...