Nagaram

[Razuel]

Angel shook as she pointed outside, "Big... hurt tail...", she said as she hugged her tail, hiding her face with her tail fluff.

[Rayleonarde]

Errol pulled himself up, and crossed his legs. "So, not a big fan of crowds, eh? Neither am I." After a few moments, he tilted his head. "What brings you to the fair?"

[Alessia Starfurr]

(Is it too late to join? would like to enter my Guardian dragon in if possible.)

[Razuel]

Angel looked down, "Don't know... woke in old lady rolling house.. Don't know.." she finished as she looked at Erol with her confused and bright starry eyes.

[Rayleonarde]

((You're more than welcome to join, I'm sure. If you want a rundown Alex, just let me know.))
Errol smiled. "Wee bit too much'o the drink, dear? I gotcha. We'll take a nice nap, perhaps that'll clear y'noggin." Errol chuckled to himself as he laid back down, the quiet clinking of bottles accompanying his movement.

[Alessia Starfurr]

(Would lie an overview of your characters in a  pm or something, when you can please. I will introduce my characters through the storyline.)

Suddendly the crowd outside began to scream "DRAGON!!" The crowd started to yell "Dragon" "There's a dragon here!" "Run for you life there's adragon!" came the various yells an screams from the crowd a large purple scaled dragon flying high in the air, it's orange scaledd underbelly making it oddly easy to spot in the sky,

[Razuel]

Angel shook her head, but simply sat in the corner as she didn't really feel comfortable with all of the bottles strewn around the room.

[Rayleonarde]

The fairground guards wandered about, confused. "Why're you all shouting," said one, "we've all seen dragons before. Invite him in for a drink, for the gods' sake!"


Errol groaned quietly, and rolled into a large pile of bottles.


A few hordesmen were entranced by the flying dragon, occasionally loosing an arrow at it.

[Alessia Starfurr]

 None of the arrows reached high enough to even touch the dragon's feet, as it came lower looking like it was going to land an armored figue could be seen riding on it's back wearing some odd  blueish like armor not of iron nor of a common metal used in iron.

[Rayleonarde]

The hordesmen archers, not too bright but keen eyed, fired several volleys at the now-landing dragon. It did not get hit upon their first attempt, and they were now hell-bent on making it pay.

[Alessia Starfurr]

The dragon landed ,but any of the arrows that had even been close to hitting it were suddenly turned around and placed back into the quivers of the archers, the hand of the dragon's rider glowing. The dragon glared at the archers, deep green eyes, piercing into their soul, as it stood there not retaliating at all.

[Rayleonarde]

The hordesmen began to back away, as they were all very cowardly.

[Cifero Windtail]

"Would've been helpful if you said that earlier." Al said rolling his eyes. "Why would you shoot a fake one anyway. Seems like a waste of time when you could've shot a real one at the hordsmen and achieved the same response. Like you did, after shooting her." He wrapped the shirt around his waste instead of putting it back on.

"My point was to rescue, not to kill," the wolf shot back, pulling the bolt from Viola's navel with ease. The tip of it was crushed, indicating that there had been some sort of ink pouch at its tip. Setting it aside, the wolf quickly cleaned Viola up, then checked her head. "She's likely to survive the knockout blow you gave her, as well," she said a little distastefully. "Probably should've mentioned that it was a fake bolt from the get-go." Perking her ears up, the wolf glanced over at the dead raccoon. "...Hold that thought," she murmured, standing and making her way over to the other man.

Viola, once again, began to stir, moaning a little.

Realizing that she was likely alone, Zanthe carefully eased out of bed and began packing her things as quickly as her wound would allow.

[Razuel]

Angel sat in the back of Errol's home, huddled up, her tail just hanging outside the doorway into Errol's cart

[Rayleonarde]

Errol awoke with a groan an hour later, rubbing his eyes and generally cursing.


The hordesmen suddenly started packing up, under the shouts of an unseen leader whose voice carried for an almost unnatural distance.