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Do not rp with just one person, the rest of us will get lost. I'm only allowing you to make three posts without me being here, break this and you will be kicked out. There is a minimum of three well developed sentences per post as well, Thank you.)

The horse stomped and snorted as it restlessly waited in the cool autumn night, the rider upon it remained still save for a hand that stroked the animal. This was it...the stronghold where he had made camp. So far he himself was the only Dovah Born here, but that was soon to change. He had found the others. They were all in one spot thankfully, though it was a hard journey nonetheless. He would have to be careful even if he flew as it would only draw attention to himself, more so than walking would, but it would save time. Sliding from the horse the man let the hood of the cloak fall as a swirl of fiery red smoke engulfed him. In a panic the horse reared back and fled the scene as the dragon stood where it's master had once been. His scales glowed with the heat of the sun, even at night. Sure it would lead to being found but as long as he flew above the clouds it would be alright. The large drake flicked his tail some before taking a hop forward and shooting into the sky with a flap of his wings. There was a storm brewing, and by the way his scales rattled it would be devastating.
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The flight had taken all night into the next day. Not once did he stop, even for rest thus when he finally landed on the outside of town he crumpled into an exhausted heap. Maybe...maybe a few moments rest would do well though not here, no here was not safe. Wincing some with the weight of his now human body, the man made his way to the road. The rest of the day was spent walking towards the town, even then he only stopped once he reached the inn. As the door opened a familiar warmth came up to meet him, cutting the chill that seemed to have over taken him during his walk. A child or two ran about the place as a bard sang a song of despair and the lose of life. All in all the fire was the only warm thing in the entire place. With a heavy sigh he took a seat in a chair that was set close to the fire, holding his hands out to the flames which danced before them. Perhaps these children were some which he was seeking though it was doubtful, they all seemed to have brown eyes not the colorful ones they should have if they were indeed like himself. Waiting for morning seemed to be his only option for now with the dark come shadows, and with shadows...death. The only thing in his near future seemed to be a warm meal and a night's sleep. A bowl of stew did well to finish warming him, and a bed to rest his aching body. Tomorrow was another day...a day of hope for this dying world.
A mist filled the room...a dark mist like a gas form of the shadows undertoe. It seeped under the door, covering everything living and nonliving until they were no more. He was unable to move as this happened, all he could do was watch as the mist overtook himself. A burning sensation filled his lungs and nose as the shadows seeped into his mouth and nostrils. Try as he might he couldn't stand, breath, even see as the shadow devoted him. 'We are waiting Corvo...' A female voice whispered before all went black.
Gasping the man shot up from the bed grasping his chest and coughing a bit. Another night terror...great. A bit of grey light shone through the window signaling to the man that it was indeed morning. Like always he felt tired still yet it was better than he had felt the night before. Yawning and rubbing his eyes, Corvo made his way out of the inn, and into the street. Now he just had to find the children. The red orange of his eyes took on a sharper color suddenly, the shapes of each child glowing lightly about the town. Only those of Dovah Blood took on a slightly colored outline. Maybe this wouldn't be as hard as he thought....

(Hope I got the starting location right- tell me if I need to do a new starting post)

Jatara wrapped her cloak closer around herself as she made her way down the street. It was morning, of course, but it was rather chilly. She was on her way to the market- her parents had fallen a bit ill and there was nothing she could do other than attempt to help. She was no doctor after all...

The raven haired girl smiled at the children who had once again come outside to play. Jatara missed the days when she was a carefree little girl. She blinked her silver eyes as they swept over the market, and then headed over to a stall for vegetables.

Asha ran back and forth. She was pretending to play with a frisbee, by herself. She didn't want to wake anyone up trying to get them play with her. She threw the imaginary frisbee a few more times before sitting down and taking a deep breath. She laughed. "Your a good opponent!" She said to herself.

Nehele blinked himself awake and sat up. He threw on a cloak over his loose tunic and pants, and slipped on his bag. Branches unfurled around him and he slipped out of the cage-like nest he made for the night. The frosted path stung on his bare feet, but it mattered not. He had traveled a great distance. An uncle had sent a letter to his father and himself saying that the mines here were profitable, but as Father was chief, he sent Nehele to seek fortune.

The itchy cloth of his cloak hid his features somewhat, but even then, it was hard for people to not stare at the hallowed stranger in the grey cloak. Nehele's breath curled up in wisps, and he approached the inn, pushing his way inside. On his way to the door, he took notice of an older man with strange scarlet eyes. Shuddering, the islander sat down at a small table for two in the corner.

The man was quite frightening. The Hawai'ian's cloak obscured his face enough to hide his eyes, but they were a pale color, almost white. One more thing wrong with him. Nehele could shape the earth and the plants. As the chief's son, he ensured bountiful harvests and plentiful ores to use. Despite that, he knew it would NOT be taken well. Oh yeah. And he could turn into a dragon.

(Last post before Hawkeye returns)

Jatara, feeling unusually cold, made her way to the inn. It was a nice place to warm up- exactly what she needed. Maybe she have enough coin to but a quick meal.... She sighed, then entered the building anyway.

She waved at some people she saw around town regularly, then accidentally bumped shoulders with the crimson-eyed man. Jatara looked up, then down quickly and scurried away after muttering a quick apology. She took a seat at a small table and rubbed her hands together.

(Oh and heads up, Corvo is the only one that can turn into a dragon as of now. Since many of the others are so young they will have to be taught to change.)

Edit:
They don't know they're dragons basically

(Yeah I know)

Mkay

As the girl hit him, his concentration broke. A chilling sensation spread up his arm to his head causing him to shiver slightly. That could only mean one thing.... Corvo turned quickly to see the girl leave towards the inn. With hast he followed her back into the inn. How was he going to confront her? 'Oh hey you bumped into me back there, and hey your a dragon!' No that wouldn't work, he had to be discreet. Slowly he made his way up to the bar, and sat.
"Can I get you anything?" The inn keeper asked with a bored look. Clearly the man hated his job, it was a wonder why he hadn't been thrown out yet.
"Yes, two bowls of the stew my kind sir." Corvo said with a meek smile. The man simply nodded and went to fetch the food. Here goes nothing.... Turning he faced the girl with a wide smile. "Don't worry about coin lass, your meal has been paid for." It was about that time that the keeper returned, holding the bowls over to Corvo. Thanking the man, Corvo took the bowls holding one out to the girl. "Here." He said with a smile.

Condatis/Con ~~ 28 ~~ Male ~~ Waterdragon ~~ Can transform

He sat in the middle of the marketplace, his robelike clothing was stretched as his legs was crossed there he sat on a simple woolen black cloak. Before him was a massive amount of twigs in diffrent shapes and coloures, his hands moved quickly and with out him really registring it. As his homeplace often used baskets to transport places he knew how to make them with his eyes tied shut. His aquablue eyes moved around the market place and as some of the cities kids rushed over to him he just smiled in a friendly manner. As they noticed te brightblue eyes under his black hair the children stoped, starin at him with wide eyes. "They are pretty odd right?" he smiled in a friendly manner, getting a nod from the children that did not wanted to actually say it. "its okey to stare, neither I nor the eyes will harm you." he assured the children with a kind, soft tone and continued working on the basket he was currently working on.


He could feel the soft bark on the twigs, the soft, bending twigs under his fingertips were to young to have a rough, wrinklelike bark. Rather it was soft and feelt nice to work with. When a woman aproached him he looked up, politely bowing his head to her. "Good day mrs, may I help you with anything?" he asked with a shirpy, friendly manner. THe woman looked at him, grabbing one of the boys by the arm before pulling him away. He looked after her before looking down at his work in process once he noticed the twig he was working with had ended. "Dont stay near that freak." the woman reprimented her son in a angry, upset tone yet was not meant to be heard by the man. However Con did hear, so did the second child still near him. With a shuckle he smiled as he picked up a more reddish twig before weawing it into the basket. "I guess the mrss is right, I do look like a freak dont I?" he joked with the child that just laughed at the mans comment. Happily he hummed a soft melody while working there he sat on the grund, protected only by the cloak he owned. He somewhat wished to be able to find a place there he could settle down, find a wife of his own and perhaps even get a child that he could raise. But ... who? Who would even consider a freak such as him? None, noone would ever consider that. As he noticed one of his smallest baskets, just barley big enough for a egg, get picked up he smiled at the child. "Why dont you take that one? You can consider it a gift." he assured the child with a smile thatquickly disepeard from him with the basket in his hand.