Not gonna happen, we need to know who these people are

no one will die if you hold onto the knife

no thanks * changes to dragon form* besides, flying is more fun* roars* no horse and rider can outmatch the speed of a dragon

Here we go again...can you just go get silveera and be back before too long?

got it * takes off and begins to look around. i immediatly pick up the horses scent and track it

(Sorry I haven't been on in a while guys :C I've been Rping on another site)
*I groan as a start to regain conciousness, my head throbbing as I open my eyes and the scenery races past, as I try to take in my situation. I'm slung across the back of a horse, my hands are bound and after trying to move my feet I discover they are aswell. The world seems to spin as I turn my head to try and see my captor and dried blood crackles in my hair, spots dance before my eyes and I pass out. I wake up again, as the horse slows to a walk, it's rider dismounting and leading the beast between tents and towards a large Pavilion. Soldiers in various types of armour are spread around the camp, doing various tasks, but it is obvious they are preparing for war. A penant streaming from the main pole of the pavillion catches my attention, and I frown in confuission as I recognise the seal of House Vaethon, house of the Lord Angavar, who rules the human lands surrounding glass mountain and Decendent of one of the eight human lords that marched with Tempests armies against Shantanaro* What's going on? Is he working with whoever put the Spire of Chaos on glass mountain?...

(OOC: I'm thinking his scout could have captured me, thinking I was a dark elf or something planning to join the beasts gathering at the Spire of Chaos. Lord Angavar (An-gav-ar) and his forces are gathering to defend his lands against the dark army, I figure we might need some help C

after about 20 minutes of flying, i come upon the camp and quickly survey the area. to spy upon the camp, i morph into my human form and, seeing a pile of swords, pick them up and head toward the centre of camp looking for a whetstone (always appear to have a purpose of people will ask questions) on the way, i notice a horse, tied to a post with a familiar form on top of it. quickley, i put down the swords and begin sawing on silveera's bonds* lets get out of here

*back at the make-shift camp* where's shadow and silveera, it can't take em that long to get back, could it? *I ask catc*.

*It takes a few seconds to register Shadows sudden appearance* We can't leave, I have to speak to the Lord who is leading this army *As the ropes around my wrists fall away, I slide off the horse, and quickly untie the ropes around my ankles* I want to know what's going on.... Come on *I start walking towards the Pavillion*

*begins to follow Silveera* ok, but considering the fact of how the already treated you, we may not get the welcome party your expecting. and people dont exactly trust me as i have no loyalties to any one king or leader

*paces around restlessly* where are they...I hate these two assassins, they are becoming cumbersome.

klepter, grab those wannabes and get over here. they arent the sort of people you think they are *continues following silveera, then decides to throw up the cowl of my cloak (haha, now you cant see hardly any of my face )

*is still leaning on the base of a tree trunk watching the two assassins through half closed eyes and Klepter's relentless pacing* You should probably just relax and appear calm these soilders are going no where anytime soon in fact I think they will be sleeping a bit.... *one of the assassin's head starts to droop slowly and his eyes fighting to stay awake close on their own accord and after a bit of struggle in a few minutes they are both asleep and unable to move* I am thinking that we should tie these guys up so that they can't get away even though they are in a slumber of no waking until I see it fit that they can awaken and they are needed, we should go and see where shadow went off to and keep watch of the scene they may need us if something goes awry....

*perks up at shadows instructions* hey catc, i think we should not have to sorry about theis Guus for kuch longer. Shadow and silveera are getting down to the bottom of this. So i think we wint neer to be headding off anywere when i think they have it covered

continues walking until we find a large pavilion which has a guard posted outside the entrance*hey silveera, what say we go in and talk to lord Angvar

*As we walk towards the Pavillion, the two guards standing at the entrance notice us and start shouting. With a flick of my hand, a send them flying into a trough a water near some horses. I push the flaps of the pavillion aside and enter, Lord Angavar and his advisors are standing around a table with a large map and other things scatteres on top. Our sudden appearance catches them off guard and they hastily draw their swords* Calm Down good Sirs! * I say as I raise my hands, showing them empty of weapons. They lower their blades, but only slightly* My Lord Angavar, I would know why one of you're me attaked me, knocked me out and brought me here like some kind of criminal. (ooc: Lord Angavar will speak in teal) Who are you to stride into my pavillion and demand answers of me?

we are dragons of different races, 2 of the 4 dragon lords that fought with your ancestors in the war against shantanaro all those years ago. If you dont believe us, then take a look at this. * pulls a hand-and-a-half sword from my left hip. the blade is roughly 3 ft. long and has 4 dragons on the guard(2 on each side) and between each dragon is a circle of 8 swords surrounding a dragons head.* 4 of these blades were forged by the human lords after the last battle of the war, given to the dragon lords out gratitude for their help, the dragons symbolizing us, the eight blades each of the human lords and the dragons head representing Tempest. and for the record, as far as Tempest's armies go. we outrank you

*I am unconscious behind the pavilion*

as i sheath Andiril (the sword) i notice that the men have lowered their swords. suddenly a herald comes from behind us. My lord, one of our agents has captured a wolf- human hybrid.* a man comes in, dragging a unconscious klepter behind him

*Lord Angavar seems rather startled by Shadows words, and the appearance of the blade, but the herald interupts with klepter before he can say anything* *I turn sharply at the heralds words, at sigh when I see Klepter* Humans! You always strike first and ask questions later * I kneel beside klepter, and search his hip bag for his healing slave. Putting some on the still bleeding wound on his head where they nocked him unconcious. I don't bother with my own wound as it has already healed.* *One of the lords advisors steps forward, he doesn't seem to trust us* Just because you carry one of the Four Swords, doesn't prove anything. The battle with Shantanaro was hundreds of years ago, no one lives that long

au-contrair, it is widely known that dragons have a much longer life span than humans. After all, Tempest still lives does he not. as for other dragons it does help if you are a time traveler. for you see before you the last dragon in existence from galifrae. it was well known that they knew how to naturally time travel. i may be only 16 in human years but i have been in more wars than any human can possibly imagine. and you just think that a blade such as this could be stolen. ha, it is said that wards protecting the blades from thieves were sang into the metal as it was forged.* looks over at Silveera* he'll be fine in a little bit* looks over at the herald*you go get a bucket of water. we need Klepter awake so we can learn where Catc and Lord Angavar's mercenary's are.

*stands up quickly, a little too quickly* I'hm aho k ghurbl. I'm ok, have a little headache but ok...i think...what's going on? *rummages through my bag trying to look for something that will help gain lord Angavar our approval* have any of you blokes seen a larg claw

oh, this one?, i found it on the forest floor and stuck it in my pocket here you go.* throws the claw like a boomerang. Lord Angavar seems a little ticked at me calling his men mercinaries. we do not hire mercinaries. i simply sent out 2 scouts. one that picked up the little miss here* sees silveera growl in anoyance* and one who has yet to return. then the second must have been the one that slit my throat, meaning... the last one does not have any loyalties to the lord. either someone wants to be a big shot being a dragon slayer or we have an assassin on our hands.

*I'm already edgey and irritated being surrounded by so many humans, and I stuggle not to lose my temper at Lord Angavars words. My irritaion causes my body to radiate heat, and the table I'm leaning on begins to blacken and smoke where it's touching me*

takes note that the advisor that doesnt seem to like me cringes when i mentioned the assassin. also notes Silveera's irritation and decides to wrap this up.* ok, lord angavar, were leaving to go get our prisoners so that we might return yor scout to you.. but,* i pull my cowl backto reveal that my eyes are filled with hate* if you ever treat my friends or any innocent person like how you treated my friends again, i will track you down. and no amout of men will be able to save you then. guys, lets go get catc

Ummmm, *looks at the assemble one last time then follows shadow out after holding the pavilion flap open for silveera to pass* *leans toward silveera as were walking* did you see the one guard in the corner? I think he might be in on something, did you notice how he straitened when shadow mentioned the assassin and he glared at shadow when he said that we were going to get the two men. When we come back to return the scout we should keep an eye on him. *i turn back to have one last look at the pavilion and the guard is standing there watching us leave*

*I nod slightly to Klepter* Yes, he was rather unhappy *I ponder something as we exit the armies camp* I don't think he is human either, something wasn't right about him and there was a small aura of magic about him.... I think he may be a changling, as spy sent by whoever is gathering the dark creatures at the Chaos Spire

Yea now that you mention it it kinda did seem that way. *changes my hand to a dragon for foot and back again* I think it would be quite interesting to see there faces if we come back in full dragon form...that might gain us some trust, and distrust.

We'll get back faster too, before that guardsman can plant any doubts or come up with a way to stop us returning *Once we reach a place far enoughfrom the camp, where no one will see us fly off, I quickly change to my dragon form* We need to get to Catc and Back as fast as possible

Right, *changes to dragon form and follows silveera and shadow does the same* we don't want to miss anything, but we must be careful when we return because the gaurdsmen might attack first and ask questions later, *under my breath( like most typical humans)*

*I rear back and unfurl my wings. I kick off from the ground, my hind claws leaving long, deep gouges in the ground. Rising to high altitudes, I bank towards the distant Great Shady Tree* It should only take an hour or so to get to CatC and the scouts*sighs* I wish we could just fly around for awhile.... we spend entirely to much time in our human forms

*I take to the Sky in a less powerful bound and gain altitude until I have met silveera in the air* well most of that time I was in phantom form or wolf form so it wasn't so bothersome, but I sill feel your pain about that matter. Why again don't you like humans that much and why don't you talk while in your dragon form?

*I'm silent for a few moments* Humans nearly drove my people to extinction, all because one human king wanted the Fytherins power for himself. He captured my people, and sealed there souls into his own.* I fall silent for awhile, before answering the other qustion* As to why I don't speak in dragon form.... the dragons of Athieria couldn't speak vocaly, so when the first fytherins bound the souls of the last to our people, we were unable to speak when we take on their form*laughs darkly* Besides, the look on a humans face when I talk straight to their mind is always entertaining

that changling, or whatever that guy was, he looked familar. somewhat like torando, a elf that i spent a few years with a while back. taught me all my skills. the wierd thing is, he died years ago.

Ok, that makes sense silveera...but shadow, wait he died? Ummmm, now I have a little dislike of some humans, mind you not all of them are bad, the ones I'm thinking about are really poking my underbelly with some of there ways...*mumbles something about taking lives for there own gain* I gave one last question for you silveera, you too shadow, but when you take someone's, as in human, or something's, as in beast, life do you do it out of pure anger or out of pity for them choosing the wrong path? And if ever have you just stopped at the last second and let whoever it was just walk away?

... Changelings usualy only take the form of someone they've killed, so it's odd for this one to resemble someone who has already died *I dip into a shallow dive, headed towards the forest by the river, I flare my wings, stopping abruptly and landing in the bows of a largish tree*

Well maybe he did kill him but made it look like an accident so no one would try and hunt him down. *dives down in the direction of silveera but gets hit sideways by something and my wings get tied, I free fall and land in the river. When I resurface I'm in my wolf form* silveera, shadow, I think the dude who tried to kill me escaped, I think it wold be best is silveera changed for to a woodland creature and gets past the guy to see if catc is ok and shadow I think you can do what ever you do...with stealth...I don't want anyone to get a poisoned arrow in there chest again. And I take back that thing I said about him only trying to kill me because I now know who he is, and like you said shadow, he's trying to be a big shot and take out all the regal dragon lords, and ladies. Witch on there list we are considered just that, were one of the top eight priorities for there little cult. *crawls out of the river on my belly and jumps into a tree so I can find him*

*I drop sideways from the tree, quickly changing to the form of a blackbird* Ugh, it feels wierd being this small *I fly quickly towards where Catc was, hoping nothing bad has happened to her*

*as I watch silveeras progress I notice a horse and rider shoot pass my position and head in the direction of the camp that we just returned from* silveera, I think I just saw either our assassin or our scout headed back to the camp that we just came from *leaps out and dashes strait for the camp and hopefully a uninjured catc*

You try and find Catc, I'm going after the scout! *A quickly dart up above the tree line, shifting back into my dragon form as I fly into clear air. I see a break in the trees where there is a small road, dust rises from the beating hooves of the horse. With a thundering roar, I race after the fleeing assassin.* You won't escape this time! *I mentaly shout at the man. He falters on the horse, before turning with an armed repeating crossbow, and fires a hail of shots. With a burst of fire, I destroy most, but some hit my chest and forelegs. WIth an enraged snarl, I dive at the horseman, plucking him from his saddle, the horse panics and bolts into the forest* I've got him! *I call back to klepter ans Shadow, hissing when the he starts stabbing at my forearms with a dagger, the man stares in horror as the blade is eaten away by my corrosive blood. I drop quickly to the ground, landing akwardly, and pin the man to the road with my foot* Quit squirming human, you wouldn't want me to crush you *He stills imediately, but continues to glare at me. The bolts lodged in my flesh quickly drop out, their points eaten away, but the wounds don't heal, and the burn with pain* Damn it! The bolts he shot me with are poisoned!

what's with all the poison, and didn't we take all of his weapons from him when we captured him? *I arrive at the camp sliding to a stop with a wall of dust I kicked up.* catc are you all right? silveera, I can't find catc, but I fount the scout, you have the assassin. He has more blood on his hands, he killed the scout. *still looking around I spot a lump next to the tree the scout is leaning against, it's the scout's coat and underneath is an unconscious catc with minor wounds* silveera, I found her, she's fine, I'll bring her with us to go back to the camp, I'm also bringing the scout. Start heading in that direction with shadow and I'll catch up *puts some healing salve on catc cuts and drops a little internal healing salve in her mouth. I then tie her to my back so I can carry her to the human camp. Changes to dragon form and pick up the scout, then head to the camp* if you get there before we do just go ahead and tell them about their scout

Okay Klepter, meat you there *I stare hard at the assassin, and muse to myself* How am I going to get this guy to the camp, with out dropping him.... or crushing him when I land... *My eyes darken briefly to black, as I summon chains from void. They wrap tightly about the man as I lift my foot from him, there is a long length of chain hanging from the man, that I grab with my teeth as I take off. I have to fly low over the forest, as higher altitudes are to cold for humans, I soon see the tents in the distance* Almost there human, I wonder how Lord Angavar will punish you hmmmm, hanging, beheading.... maybe he'll let me eat you *I laugh darkly as the man whimpers in fear*

*I fly just inside the cloud layer and fly as fast as I can to save time, I see silveera quite a was away and tries to catch up* I see you silveera so you won't have to wait that long, I'm maybe five to seven miles away, see you at the camp. Oh and I think that assassin needs to pay for all that he's done, try and give him a ruff trip

*chuckles darkly* This is going to be fun *I fly sharply upwards, then fold my wings, falling into a neckbreaking dive, leveling out just above the trees. I perform increaingly more acrobatic manuevers, releasing a joyous roar. I sometimes drop my captive, catching him just before he hits the ground. I cease my play, and as I finaly come to the camp, I'm greated by alarmed shouts and cries. Several people loose arrows at me. I'm too tired to dodge, so I just bannish them through small tears to void, before dipping lower to the ground, dropping the assassin in the centre of a training ground and landing gently a few feet away.*

*as i watch silveera perform those death defining moves I catch up, now im only about half a mile behind her now. I land off to the left of her and assassin with the humans surrounding us* Ha, do you think little arrows and knives are going to hurt us that badly, and do you honestly believe that two dragons would land in a camp and not fight, unless we are here to fight, we need to see lord angavar, NOW! *I take a clawed step forward*

*I snarl warningly at a small group of soldiers with swords, they quickly step back, one dropping his sword. My crest rises in irritation as more soldiers arrive, some escorting Lord Angavar. I particularly notice the changeling leading his guard, he pales when he sees the chained up assassin* Soldiers, stand down! *Lord Angavar shouts, before bowing to Klepter, Shadow and I* My Lords. Oooh, so now you admit that we are who we say... *Angavaar visibley flinches* Forgive me, my Lady. But one does not expect a legend to simply walk into his tent *He says with a wry laugh, I snort, and ruffle my feathers as he turns to the curious soldiers gathering in and around the field* My Loyal soldiers! We are graced today by three of the fabled, Dragons of Legend, who fought with the Mighty Tempest against the Dark Lord, Shantarano! *Most of the soldiers cheer, but some seem distrustful and afraid... the changeling just looks quite ill* Forgive me for correcting you my Lord... But we number four, Lady Catc, the dragoncat of the great tree is badly injured. If we had not arrived at our camp when we did, she would very likely have died at the hands of this man *I roll the chained assassin towards Angavar with my forefoot, the movement twists my wounds, and I hiss in supressed pain* I'm afraid your Scout was dead when we arrived... *I was projecting my thoughts to both Angavar and his advisors and guards. But I narrow my thoughts so only he, Klepter ans Shadow can hear me* I also have reason to believe... that your guard-captain is not who he says he is, nor, that he is human.

that guard captain is a changeling, a monster that changes into the shape and of form of its victims. its human names is none other than what you call a double-ganger. notice how it keeps the tip of its ears covered. thats because it took on the form of Torando, an elf. he dissapeared one night and i found his charred remains in the morning. * suddenly, silveera drops to the grounds, and begins writhing like a serpent.* crud, the poison is taking its toll, *in a blast of blue fire, i change to my elven form, then point at a exceptiontionally young man * you, young sir, go get a medic. yessir

*while shadow and silveera a taking to lord angavar, I change form and untie catc from my back, and lay her on her side in front of Me then rummage through my healing salves and potions.* shadow, could you ask the medic when he comes if he has any clyphoserus remains, and bone meal, oh and any dried kynakes venom, for silveera? *I start pulling out vials and bottles of various concoctions from my bag to form a special salve for silveera. I Look over at the changeling and the other soldiers briefly as I pull another bottle out.* ummm, why are they mostly looking at me? Don't they know it's rude? And where is that medic?
Silveera, can you lie on your side so I can get this salve on you before you go numb? All I need is that dried kynakes venom and clyphoserus remains to finish the salve.

*I struggle to constrain my writhing as the pain speads from my forelegs and chest to the rest of my body. I manage to roll onto my side, clawing at the ground in pain, I spit out a glob of dark-silvery blood, which smokes, and blackens the grass* *Angavar turns to the changeling* Guard-Captain Hale, remove your helmetb-but my Lord, you surly can't believe the words of these creatures! Remove. Your. Helm.*the double-ganger turns and flees through the tents* Guards! After that ma, he must not leave the camp! The rest of you, return to your duties!

let me get him. i have a score to settle.* races after the changeling, pausing only to draw a throwing knife and take off my sword belts (all 3) and cloak all in the space of 5 seconds to make myself lighter. then i sprint after the double-ganger. luckily for me, he didnt have the time to take off his equipment. quickly, i throw the knife and it slashes through its legging, making him fall. i leap upon him* tell me what you know!* he laughs a few seconds and then turns into an iridescent, silvery sludge, leaveing my knfe, covered in ganger blood and a small poisin covered pin. * crap. suicidal.* picks up my throwing knife, then tosses it back as the blade dissentigrates. (changeling blood is very corrosive) , then starts heading back to the pavilion, grabbing my stuff along the way.

*watches and works as the medic comes back, I get what I need and work up a concoction right there and apply it to silveera's wounds. I then make another concoction and apply that to catc's wounds* there, now that's going to be better. *sees shadow come back from the chase and i ask with a coy grin* hey shadow, how was your run? *silveera settles besides me and catc seems to start to stir* I think this day will get a little better from this moment on, and if you don't believe me, you should see if lord angavar will allow you to search that changeling's tent. *I change to my dragon form* some things are just more acceptable in a smaller form. *I star to message the salve deeper In to one of silveera's more worse looking wounds with the palm of my clawed forefoot* this day is just getting better. *looks over at lord angavar whilst he is in the middle of talking to his little assembly about a feast for the true arrival of the legendary draconic lords and ladies. And about the matter of a new head guard.

*I shiver with pain as klepter works the salve into my wound with his forefoot* It's days like this I wish I had scales like most other dragons *I laugh bitterly, then groan at the mention of a feast* My Lords and Ladies, I have ordered a second pavillion, with ajoining smaller tents, to be erected at the edge of the camp, it shouls be finished with in the hour. The feast will be held on the morrow, here in the training grounds to accomadate all of the soldiers. If you will excuse me, I will return to my pavillion *He turns back before exiting the field* It will greatly bolster the mens moral and trust to see you all at the feast *I snort as he dissapears into the forest of tents* He's good. He made it impossible for us to refuse his invite.

glares darkly at klepter when he says his unnesscessary comment* drop dead* hears klepter mutter something about if looks could kill.* the doppel-ganger ( i spelled it wrong the first time) commited suicide. i'm going to go take a look at his tent.

*with a guttural laugh I watch shadow sulk off in the direction of the tents, I call after* don't worry, I'll save some food for you at the feast. *I try to ease up on the rubbing so silveera can atleast not be in pain, and I add a little heat into my forefoot to help with the healing.* you know silveera, it'll help if you try to accept pleassure from the salve rather than cringe with every little touch, I'm only trying to make it heal faster, but healing can only be done when both parties accept pleasure from the healing, well atleast with my salves it's that way. If it doesn't feel good that means your not surrendering. Fighting it will only make it worse. *starts to rub a different salve onto silveera's neck, where she got hit with a spear, while using the same process as before I rub both spots with both forefeet. As the first sore starts to look better I breath a little fire on it and close the wound and the fire melds the skin and other tissues together.* don't struggle so much, you'll open the wound back up. *I say as I lightly tap silveera's snout to stop her wiggling* it's got to cool down for to to fully seal.

when i get to the head guards tent i see that most of the stuff is packed up he was obviously getting ready to leave. on his small desk is a half finished letter which i read * My Lord, the deception is almost complete. over half of Angavars guard have been replaced by changelings. when you attack, the changleings will fight for you within Lord Angavars ranks. The bodys of the men whose lives the changleings took were thrown into the river, and destroyed by quiss. We... but wait. Right now it seems as if the galifraen and one of his friends have arrived. there may be trouble. best wishes Toranado

*I poke my tounge at Klepter* It's kind of hard to sit still when your wounds itch so much.... *ruffling my wings, I contact Shadow* Find anything interesting?

Hey well I'm not going to scratch it unless you want me too. *My ears twitch back and forth as I scan the surrounding tents and forest beyond, as I sit on my haunches still rubbing in salve I just have this internal feeling of danger, but I can't place it.* silveera, I think we didn't get all of the deceivers in this camp, there may be more than what we thought. And if we don't do something all of lord angavars troops will be decimated quickly. We got to get catc back on her feet, for if this gets worse she'll be a sitting cat. What do you think we should do? *looks over at the still uncontious catc then back at silveera waiting for an awenser as to what we should do next. I Heat my scales because it's getting a little colder, and I wrap a wing around catc so she wont get too cold.* it's looking like the beginning to the season of death, it's great to be a dragon during this time.

This one seems fun too! Anyone want to fill me in?

*I shrug, and imediately regret it when it pulls at some of my wounds* I don't know how to wake Catc up, healing isn't my forte....As for the possabilty of there being more decievers in the camp, dopplegangers usualy work in large groups. There are certain spells that can force them to change back to there true forms

more doppelgangers than you can imagine. over half the camp is filled with the deceivers. the head guard is just the beggining. whatever you do try not to be seen. i think this may be a trap. OOC. ok Nayru, so we were kinda hanging out at catcs shady tree when we found a basket in the river. when we opened it, we found casting stones covered with runes that indicate death. going upsteam revealed the remains of peter shronkar, one of the few rangers of makari, a sort of police task force that i created. in his pocket was a journal, revealing that someone had created a spike of chaos on the summit of glass mountain. then silveera dissapeared and i went after and so we met lord angavar. when we went to get catc and the assassin, me silveera and klepter ( who turned up) came to the conclusionthat the head guard was a changling ( aka doppel ganger) when we got back we exposed him and he ran. i went after him but before i caught him he killed himself. then when i searched him tent, klepter began healing silveera. i found a letter revealing a huge conspiracy and so here we are

i think we hould just get her somewere safe and protect her with a magic shield, oh *i look over to the woods* hey nayru when did you show up?

steos over to a shadow within the tent and in a few seconds i find myself in the pavilion. i begin to quickley mutter words rapidly in galifraen and with a last word it seems a shadoow has been cast over the sun right over the pavilion * right, that should keep doppel gangers from entering the pavilion. try not to use any dark magic or we are dead. this is the only safe building in the whole camp that is safe for us. normal humans can get in but anything under the influence of magic cant.

*I follow everyone to our Pavillion, quickly changing to my elven form as my dragon form is way to big. I mutter at my many wounds and the dried blood in my hair, I'm also covered in dirt* I'm going to wash up *I disappear into one of the partitioned rooms, from which I can smell steam.*
*I come out ten or so minutes later, clean and in different clothes* So.... what are we going to do about these dopplegangers?

i dunno. i mean, we know how they operate, but, they are rare. only in the human race has there been about, oh, 50 encounters. those that have happened usually involved seeing themselves and then dying within a week *ooc: google doppel gangers, there have been recordings of people dying after saying that they met an exact copy of themselves*ic: anyways, humans and creatures such as ourselves have very little knowledge of them. today was the closest anyone has ever gotten to catching one let alone killing them

hmmm, *i exit from another side room* i think we should get everyone in the camp to come to this pavillion, if they can enter then they are free to go, but if they cant...then you got yourself a doppelganger, and you know what we do to doppel ganngers. *i walk over to a table and sit down in one of the chairs. pull out a knife, and slam it into the table* so is that good idea?

i agree but, the second they realise that they cant enter theyll run, or attck us. and with angavar originally have 2000 men, 1000 changeling against us is not the odds i would prefer. and the real men might turn and run, rather than fight with us

Feshwa walked towards Lord Avangar's tent. I hate this, she thought to herself. I mean yeah, it's great to not have to be in that bucket anymore, but seriously! Her back twitched as though extra limbs had been there once. Being a human all the time sucks. Maybe this last job will let me be free. She sighed, heavily, and a man's voice came out. That mob would be after me in a heartbeat if I left without warning. Feshwa straightened her back. But this one last job. Kill the Lord Avarag or something, and I can leave in safety. To anyone around her, it would look as though there was nothing but a slight waver in the scenery, yet even that could not be seen as strongly as heat. Feshwa was invisible to the common man, yet this camp was full of strange men. Fortunately, her target was not one of them. You might almost feel sorry for the guy, as she stepped into his tent, and sliced his neck.

OCC: you put [ i] before what you want to say and [/ i] after it, but without the spaces.IC: well maybe we could...hold on, what was that? *motions every one to be quiet and to not move. I slowly move to the main entrance flap, and draw my light katana, and my large knife* I think there is someone right outside our tent that is listing to our conversations, or it's just a servant confused wether or not to enter. I can't tell. I'm going to go outside, and Shadow, you should protect CatC, silveera, could you come with me? Were going to see what's out there. *waits for silveera*

Feshwa exited the elaborate tent, no longer invisible. The guard by the tent's entrance nodded silently as she walked out. He already had a wet towel to wash off the blood on her hands. When she finished, she tossed it back into the tent. There was no way to trace her with it, unless she had it on her. The man beside her put a fist to his mouth and let out a long call, mimmicking first a cardinal, then a bird sound that Feshwa could not place, though she had heard it many times before. The camp immediately became uneasy. Tension could be felt in the air. It was happening. But Feshwa had done her part, and now it was time to leave.

k.* reaches for arwen, then changesw mind and takes out anduril* klepter, if it comes to a fight, use something smaller than a claymore. the blades are to big for a close quarters fight. same to you silveera

Suddenly, short shouts can be heard all throughout the camp, followed usually by a gagging sound. An alarm trumpet blares for a few meager seconds before it is also silenced. However, it worked as it was intended to, and soon every regular human was fighting for their lives against the changlings. Feshwa found herself fighting one of the stongest men in camp outside the new pavilion.

*charges out of the pavilion and stops for a few seconds and just watches what happens.* this is not good *a man runs twoard me, i duck under his attack and swing my knive around and catch him under his arm. then three more see what happened and come charging at the tent. i dispatch two before they enter my swoards reach with my throwing knives, and i stabe the third one in the neck* this is not going to end well...enless *i change to dragon form, and i notice a lone women in the fray, fighting one of the larger men. i bellow* STOP WHERE YOU ARE! *as i make my way in that dirrection, while nocking other combatants stupid enough to attack me*

Keeper: Is your character in human or dragon form?

nayru: i just mentioned that above i'm in dragon form

I'm sorry. IC: Feshwa, niticing that a dragon is charging towards her, screams. It is strange, she thought to herself, to hear a man's voice scream like that. Feshwa ducked under a head blow, but did not dodge it in time. Even just clipping her skull almost knocked her completely over. Dazed, she forgot to keep her form, and her skin rippled, slipping her almost to her dragon form. Just as scales and a tail were growing she snapped back, and became the assassin once more. If only there was water, she thought dryly. But her lapse had given her attacker more time, and she received a thick punch to the ribs. Skin slipping in and out of form, she ran, trying to gain distance between the charging dragon and the man attacking her.

*i use my wings to speed me up. i reach out my neck and grab Feshwa with my teeth, while i step on the man attacking her* will you calm down, your gonna rip your shirt and fall. *i take off but stay low to the ground, i return to the pavilion and land with a extremely difficult lading while changing form, still holding Feshwa in the process* (i don't actually know her name yet)

Feshwa struggles in the dragon's mouth, her form becoming a bit more stable. She tries to change to something small, a mouse maybe, but her broken rib could not chrink with her. Without having water, she could no longer create any shadow images. Seeing no way to escape, she stopped struggling. The landing jarred her bones, and yet she still did not move. She saw several other dragons, and her panic mounted, causing her skin to start slipping more than ever.

i sense fear in you, usualy dragons dont have fear.

OC: *pops in* So how about a breif loittle summary of what I missed? IC: *stays hidden in the shadows watching the scene*

OC: um basically you've been knocked out for almost a day 'n' a half and were in lord angavars camp in the midst of a fight IC:

OC: Oh lol IC: *begins to stir slightly*

*looks around at everyone in the pavilion, then i see catc move.* catc, are you able to fight if needed?

*shuffles and gets on my feet a bit shakily and then after a minute i regain my strength* Yes i am able OC: I am in my dark catc dragoncat form btw

were going to need it when they start to attack this pavilion. *i look at the entrance* we should take out some of changlings right now if posible.

Feshwa grumbles loudly. "Put me down!" However, her skin is slipping so much that it is hard to understand her. She tries to struggle out of Keeper's mouth, but morphing arms are not very strong, and her attemps can barely be felt.

Nayru: you do know that no one of us are in our dragon forms right now. IC: fine I'll just tie you up. *I grab some rope, say a few words under my breath and tie Feshwa up in the middle oh the room.

ooc: Sorry, I didn't notice >.< I thought you still had her in your mouth because that's how you picked her up. Also, why did you tie her up? Oh, because you don't want her running away?

Ooc: yes that right, but it's k sometimes I don't read stuff fully either ic: * I stare at our captive* why do you do this?

ooc:.....uuuuuuummmm........... yeah...... *mental blank* sh*t happened fast xD IC: *I barely have enough time to move as everthing happens at once, as Klepter takes of after the strange woman, my skin tingles as I sense a group of dopplegangers approaching from around the side of our pavillion. Having realised the likelyhood of the changelings attacking, I'd already changed into light armour. without a word, I step into a Void tear. Coming out behind the group, I quickly dispatch them, using a pair of hooked daggers*

Feshwa warps between several human forms, shrinking and growing, her skin bubbling and changing colors. The speed of the slipping increased as the ropes tightened around her, and had not yet slowed down. Her eyes began to roll and though a bit of sound came out. it was incomprehensable. ooc: When she is in tight situation, she tranforms to get away or defeat whatever is threatening her. With her broken rib, she cannot stay as anything but the male form that she was when it broke. However, not being able to escape in that form, she's automatically warping at rapid speeds, but can't stay as anything.

* I loosen the ropes a little due to this complication and just give her a little bit of water and some bread* Keep an eye on this one shadow. *i charge out back into the fray to help silveera and the other humans. The doplergangers start to form ranks and move from each part of the camp slaughtering the humans. I move right into the path of the group and draw my light katanas.* let's make this intresting

ooc: Wow, first two roleplays since I came back and my characters are already in dee trouble, agonizing pain, and ready to break. >.

Ooc: is that a bad thing?

ooc: It probably means I'm an ego-centric roleplayer >.

Ooc: heheh, nice. But you and silveera meat have high speed Internet and your using a desktop, I'm using an iPod touch. @silveera: how is that book coming?

Slipping and changing so fast that her skin is a blur, Feshwa somehow manages to rid herself of the ropes, which could not hold onto something moving as fast as Feshwa. About a minute after they fell, she realized what happened, and slowly settles on the form that she was at when her rib was broken. Forgetting to change her face to disguse herself, she looks for an exit which does not lead to her kidnappers. When she thinks she has found it, she rubs her eyes for a moment, which are searing in pain from rolling.

ooc: The book is coming slowly *hates writers/artists block with a vengence* IC: *Feeling the aproach of more dopplegangers, I step back through the tear, and come out near klepter* This is going to be more than interesting * I summon sanguine, in the form of twin swords. Taking a ready stance as the dopplegangers draw nearer*

You said it sister. * I take a step closer to the ranks of doplergangers, daring them to attack* ready for this?

When Feshwa opens her eyes again, she hears the battle ragin outside. Still in a man's form, she sees hundreds of people fighting what seem to be invincible shape-shifters. Tears bubbled below her eyes. I did this. (Tell me if you get the reference!) She straightens up, solid to her core, though it brings a twing of pain from her ribs. I did this to escape. There is no use staying any longer. There is nothing I can do. But there was something, she realized before she had taken even five steps. Lifting her hands to her mouth, she trumpeted the sound of retreat for all of the doppelgangers. She did not know if it would work, as they were winning everywhere she could see, but it was worth a shot, and with that, she bagan to work her way to the woods without being seen.

Hell yeah! *The dooplegangers rush at us, and I meet my opponents with whirling blades and an exultant laugh as I bring down changeling after changleling. They pause as an odd call rings out, and some start to retreat... but many continue to fight* Wth is going on???