(will you open another one?or can we downsize to just those champions? and you be a Champion as well?)

well downsizing would work but if I was a champion as well I would have to fight my self sooner or later as I am playing the "terrorist". )

(that's true, but you could always have someone temporarily take over your character at that point... or be severely injured and be unable to fight.)

(true thats a good point :D Il give the other untill friday to answer before I use the kicking boot :D )

(roger doger X3)

Galanthus nivalis / Female / arctic dragon / rider: - / 450years / location: Mountains / 1.5m (withers)

Tired from the long trip she yawns. Sitting in "their" courner of the meadow she got pushed to the side as a large dragon wanted her space. A bit anoyed and kranky from beeing so tired she hissed before moving away. Stupied adults, stupied larg dragons. She sees her self as a good warrior and hunter, althought she is still a beginner in reality. But even the young dragons illusions of grandure have its limits so she simply let the other dragon take the spot after hissing.

Nalia laid with her, climbing the tree to see if she could spot the dragon king from the new height.

Quill stands tall from his perch on the meeting rock. "Brethren, as you all may know my life is coming to a close end, thus that is what caused the island to fall. I have no eire, no one to take my place when im gone, meaning that unless a few brave dragons, or dragon riders volunteers to be my apperntances then all hope for us is lost and we will be forced to fight the approaching armies. Our magic is weaker than ever, we are all weak yes, but we must stay strong. Now for the volunteers..." Quill looks around the group waiting.

Galanthus nivalis / Female / arctic dragon / rider: - / 450years / location: Mountains / 1.5m (withers)

As the old dragon spoke she listend carefully, she knew by instinct that this dragon was something that should be respected and listend to. But unsecure as she was due to her young age she gave up a almost frigtend sound. She wasnt sure what the old dragon was talking about and it confused her quiet a bit to be honest.

"little one, I must volunteer, for I believe I will be able to aid those who volunteer for the dragon king" she stands, climbing the tree, releasing a burst of magic signaling her presence, gives a loud kitty roar. "I Nallia speaker of spirits and my meager eager kind volunteer for thine king!"