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Here, There Be Dragons

New arrivals:
The dream you wake from is an unsettling one that feels like a memory. It sits out of place and too far forward in your mind, yet feels as real and clear as any other could be. It's the shadow of a massive creature blocking out the sun, skyline, or similar entity. A roar that shakes you to the core and and a feeling of dread and loss weighing heavy on you. Whatever the feeling or vision that comes across, it brings with it a sense that your world is no more.

A voice, reassuring and almost motherly in nature urges you gently to wake from your sleep. Rise from the ashes, little one, The voice calls in a whisper of wind and crackling fire, There is need of you, yet.

As the voice fades and the world of the waking returns to you, you are greeted with the sounds of faint bustling and the bounce of wooden wheels on stone or the sight of Upper Nuren's winding streets and open squares. A cloud passes by slowly near one of the stone pathway ledges and the sounds of nearby Touched and Remnants at work or leisure filter through the calm, cool air.

Whatever you had previously been wearing or carrying has been replaced. You might now find yourself garbed in a cloth tunic, pants or shorts, robe, dress or skirt, and sandals or boots if you wore clothing. A sash around your shoulders or a belt at your waist contains a small but weighted purse of gold coins, enough to acquire some materials, new clothing or food from the market and craftsmen in the city.

Current Scions:
Concern over the mild Winter has begun to spread through the city. The chill air should have come with the nearing end of the harvest, and so far the weather remains only pleasantly cool. The air barely passes the gentle cool of Autumn.

Nuren's citizens are spreading rumors that mountaintop ice and snow have begun to thaw, causing mudslides in the mountains. The thaw has displaced the Ice and mountain creatures, leaving them irritable and unpredictable. The sailors mention that the Frozen Shore has also begun to melt, and the waters around the Frozen Shore and the mountain areas have grown treacherous and unseasonably cold.

Throughout the city, activity springs to more vibrant life, with Scholars of the Cycle of Life and Scholars of Knowledge claiming that Benra has blessed the city again, bringing more Scions to help protect the great city. The rumors put the city's citizens into higher spirits, and music fills the cool air, spreading from Lower Nuren both up and down the mountain.

The Heart of Nuren

After waking, a pull starts from within your chest, growing stronger with each passing moment until it becomes the only focus. It tugs insistently once, then twice. A need to follow the pull curls around and through you, urging you toward a wide and torch lit staircase that leads down into the heart of the mountain. The steps are wide and sturdy, and the further down them you travel, the clearer the call becomes until you can almost hear it.

At the bottom of the steps, the large cavern beneath the city is revealed. The floor beneath your feet is warm to the touch, and the magic in the air calms your mind and fills you with a strange sense of safety and peace. No magic or harm can be done within the cavern. The cavern's floor is covered in circles of runes carved into the stone that surround small depressions in varying sizes, from a coffee cup's rim to that of a small circular table. Some of the depressions contain dormant dragon eggs of various colors, shapes and sizes. The runes surrounding them glow faintly with a magical light. Only the Scion who is bonded to the dragon within the egg can pass the runes.

Upper and Lower Nuren

Once you emerge from the cavern, the strange spell that fell over you fades. The bond between you and your egg or hatchling remains but your command of your own decisions and actions return and you are now free to explore, question and move about.

The streets of Upper Nuren are sparsely populated with Remnants, Touched and other scions with their eggs or dragons. Questioning any of the citizens leads to a variety of answers. You are a Scion of the Great Beasts. You were brought to the city from the ashes of time and space by the Great Phoenix known as Benra and the Great Serpent known as Mouros.

Pressing for more information will reveal that there are five Great Beasts. They are Benra the Phoenix, Chelba the Stone Giant, Renzu the Griffin, Mouros the Serpent, and Lysheu the Chimera. They are said to represent Mortality, Order, Knowledge, Time and Chaos.

You are in the great Mountain City known as Nuren, and its people are the last remaining vestige of civilization on this wild and dangerous planet. The Touched and the Remnants share an alliance and work together to keep the city protected and its citizens alive and fed. According to these citizens of Nuren, you are here to help them defend the city, unite the remaining races and restore balance to the elements.

Soon after the first Scions awake, the city begins to buzz with the news and gossip that more scions have arrived. The curious and braver citizens make their way to Upper Nuren to get a look, and the rumors spread like wildfire through the city that Benra has come again.

Outer Nuren

Although those rumors make their way to Outer Nuren, the citizens there show far less interest in making the long trek up to Upper Nuren. The unseasonably warm winter has done wonders for the fishing in the bay, and the docks are alive with intrepid fishermen and ship crews interested in making extra gold while the fishing is still good.

The taverns fill with activity and the markets are livelier than ever in the hopes of selling more of their wares and merchandise before Winter's chill catches up with the passing seasons.

Evening

When night settles on the city, the taverns, inns and squares fill with curious citizens hoping to meet the new Scions or catch a glimpse of the Scions they have already managed to glimpse a few times before. Food is offered freely, as well as blankets to guard against the cool night air.

The night sky fills with beautiful displays of magic from the Fire, Light and Energy Mages, the Osaaru equivalent of fireworks, though far quieter. Several Scholars in bright and colorful robes can be found approaching the new scions and older ones alike, offering to tell them more about the city, Osaaru and the Great Beasts. Mages of similar garb guide scions to the cavern homes, and help where they can in making the scions more comfortable.

Small comforts of food, pillows, decorative crafts and other small tokens are offered to visible Scions by the citizens of Nuren in hopes of earning their favor and friendship.

Notes

Please direct Introduction questions to the Plotting Post Q&A
As a Reminder: Bahemait is not one of the Great Beasts openly discussed or mentioned by the Citizens of Nuren who believe the Great Dragon is little more than an old legend.

We would also like to emphasize that the Spirit energy within every resurrected character is required to use all magic in Osaaru, even that which is brought from their own world. The drain of powerful or excessive use of magic will lead to exhaustion.

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Poor discipline. [He scoffs.] Next you'll tell me they don't carry hand towels.

[DON'T ENGAGE.

As Takatora replies, Fuji gives the other scion and dragon a curious look, leaning forward and tilting her large head. The still-growing, currently short and bobbly whiskers that protrude from the edges of her heavy brow wobble with the movement. Her big blue eyes stare, then blink. She gives a soft whine -- her voice surprisingly deep -- and then bites the end of the long scarf Takatora himself wears. Apparently inspired by how comfy the other scion's dragon looks, she circles, trying to wrap Takatora's scarf around her.

Not only is Fuji currently the size of a small horse, she's also strong. Despite being 6'2", broad and muscular from a lifetime of dedicated soldiering, The sudden pull makes Takatora stagger backwards with a choke, sloshing his ale. He quickly ducks, unwinding his scarf from his neck to instead wind it round his forearm.]

Idiot. [He sighs at Fuji, but then pets her affectionately. She is only a month old -- a mere child. He also dotes on her, so that is all the chiding she gets.

His other gloved hand drips ale onto the tavern floor, soaked through.]

Shit. Sorry -- Did I get you?

[Since carrying hand towels is just about the last thing most soldiers would be concerned about, Luvander naturally assumes the man to be engaging in a bit of dry hyperbole, and thereby decides to play along.]

My good sir, they were undisciplined, but they weren't uncivilized monsters.

[He sure is playing up the righteous indignation well there. Right until the poor man is almost unblanced by his dragon. Bearing a striking resemblance to the men he used to fight or not, Luvander instinctively rises out of his seat to help - neatly avoiding the rouge beer that would otherwise have sprayed him in the face.

Since the other man manages to steady himself, Luvander instead pulls out a newly acquired kerchief from his breast pocket, starting to mop the beer off the fellow's glove unasked. His hatchling, stirred from her sleep by the sudden movement, let's out a petulant hiss and an accompanying cloud of vapor.]

I'm drier than a 'Versity lecture, don't you worry. [He rolls his eyes a bit as the hatchling around his neck nips admonishingly at his cheek.] Pretty strong-willed creatures, aren't they?

[Anyone who carries a handkerchief is obviously someone worth knowing -- it's a sign of someone both practical and prepared, as far as Takatora is concerned. He's not sure that it's worth wasting on him, of course, but it's too late to protest. His next words are faintly embarrassed, but nonetheless grateful.]

Ah, thanks.

[If he doesn't have to remove his glove, all the better. He keeps his scars covered as to not offend any eyes.

Takatora exhales a half-laugh at the little dragon's reaction to all the fuss.]

It makes them more than pets. [The bond they share does moreso, admittedly, but.] How old is yours?

[It's also a sign of someone who is grimly trying to create at least a semblance of normality in the midst of the unfamiliar and the downright alien.

The new scarf around his neck is something similar, though just like the handkerchief it also serves a practical purpose. One that becomes apparent when his hatching irritably decides to disengage from his neck, and one of her scrabbling little feet pulls the scarf down: An ugly, hook-shaped scar peeks out from underneath his collar, stark purple against his fair skin.

Luvander's smile barely even falters, as he shifts the handkerchief to his other hand so he can pull the scarf back up.]

Apologies, it doesn't look very pleasant. But I suspect she cares very little about such niceties - to answer your question, she's not a day old, so I suppose her lack of proper rearing might be excused. [The hatching is now perched on his shoulder, curiously studying her much larger cousin from her elevated position.]

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[Takatora glimpses the scar a with a grim sort of curiosity that comes from having suffered countless injuries.]

A recent wound? There's no need to apologise. One as lowly as me isn't offended by a mark of survival.

[He gives Fuji a pat and she obediently shuffles over so that he can use the seat she was blocking. When he sits, he sets down his drink, and Fuji snuggles her head onto his thighs, sitting herself down still wrapped in his scarf. She stretches her long tail out right across the walkway, then croons in her deep, sweet voice when she notices the attention she's garnered.]

Only a day? Huh. You must be one of the new scions, then. [Giving a little bow from his seat, he introduces himself.] Tōdō Takatora. This is Fuji. She hatched a month ago. At the time she was the size of a cat, but she hasn't stopped growing since.

Welcome, New Scions.

so sorry for the delay! i'll be quicker going forward

No worries \o/

...or not. next time though...

I know the feeling ^^;

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