The Message [Roma]

[Dragon NPC]

In the middle of a grassy meadow Eritas waited. Her senses keen, her vision capturing the expanse of the sky, watching the sun rise as four moon set in adjacent sections of the sky. She heard as the dew drops trickled down the small blades of grass, as well as listening to the hum of the the smaller organisms that encompassed the nature of her native realm, pygmy dragons the size of insects and other lifeforms frolicking to and fro. Eritas felt the cool and gentle breeze on her skin, her pale blond hair slightly blowing on her face as well as behind her, only to rest at her shoulders when the wind died down. Near her was a solitary sword, plunged into the earth.



It was here she met Mahatub, a noble of the the Draconic Race, one of the last people to see her father alive. It was he who informed her that her father had returned to the Flux many moons ago, returned to her his personal Broadsword, and here he promised to divulge to her the name of the person who slew him when she came of age.

As she waited, her patience began to grow short. Full and both angst and excitement, she waited there for any sign, any word that the dark and imposing figure would show himself to her again. AS she stood there, the peaceful and tranquil scene began to unravel. The sky began to cloud, and the dew drops began to freeze on the blades of grass. She seemingly stood on a field of glass frustrated that the information she sought had not arrived yet.

"Where is he? He said he would be here today, and I have waited for so long. Why has he not shown himself." Eritas said, her voice erratic and stressed. Hey eyes sharpened as she heard the sounds of footsteps from a hundred feet away. The draconi came closer to and yet she remained stationary, sensing that it was a Dragonkin that grew closer, sure that whoever approached posed no threat. "He had wings in his natural form, so why does he walk, unless..." Eritas trailed off, turning in the direction of the advancing person. When they came into view, it was revealed to be a Draconi servent, of the Messenger caste. Eritas began to fidget slightly, already uneasy because the person she waited for had not arrived.

Stopping in front of Eritas, the Draconi blinked its eyes, kneeling before her as it repeated Mahatub's message word for word. ""Go forth, find Eritas and tell her the Hellion King of the fifth Layer, Yamazaki Rei killed her father." The messenger said, its forked tongue slurring its speech.

As he face grew serious, she looked at the Messenger and walked closer, standing directly over him. "Who is it that sent you slave?" she inquired, her hands trembling.

"Lord Mahatub, eldest of the Goddess Tiamat." The minion hissed.

"I know everything I need now, I shall drink the marrow of my father's killer." Eritas said, her eyes now transfixed. Looking at the minion, she contemplating killing it, but declined and sent it on its way. Walking now, she stopped, looking to the sky of the Umbra, her look changing dramatically, "Roma, my dear Roma. I promised you I would never leave our home, but I must go now to avenge my father. I am sorry my love." Eritas said, wiping the few tears that accumulated in her eyes.

"Slave!" Eritas yelled out, stopping the Draconi minion. Walking over to it, she looked it in it's eyes and began to speak. Remain here, tell Roma to find me in the Fifth layer of Hell, tell him I am sorry." She said, watching as the messenger remained. As the weather calmed, Eritas grabbed her fathers sword, and leaped into the sky, her Phoenix linage allowing her to defy gravity as she flew to the Path of Gates, off to find the one known as Yamazaki Rei, to avenger the death of her father, the Dragon Knight Tin'be.

[Roma Zenas Nateh]

The day's he'd spent in the celestial realm had passed as swiftly as all his days did recently. The only thing about immortality, was that years seemed shorter with each passing month. His days were droll and wasteful in each moment he spent on things that yielded little fruit. Roma had gone too long without a return home, to the place of his birth, of his rearing and of his love. Roma had a very relaxed air about him as he strolled calmly through the green sea of plants and flowers. Everything about his home was as serene as the next, and for a Dragon prince like Roma there was no more wondrous time then that spent at the side of his lover. He remembered crisply the last time he'd embraced his lover in these very fields, and it brought a smile to his lips that made his appearance boyish.

As he made his way over one of the many rolling hills of the mythical realm he was greeted with the sight of a draconi servant. Roma saw the slave and felt the remaining traces of his dearest Eritas at the same moment. The curiosity and hope that filled him was just enough to strip away the worry. The servant looked up and saw him, Roma got the feeling it was him it was waiting for. The fact that his lover had been near meant that the same slave had likely seen her. Roma approached and allowed for his uncaring and calm demeanor to keep. There was no reason for Roma to become the too serious in the face of a slave, let alone in his home. The dragon stepped nearer the servant and stopped, waiting for the thing to acknowledge him.

"Why do you wait here slave?"

[Dragon NPC]

The messenger Draconi stood and waited as instructed by Eritas. Some deal of time passed, but the minion lacking intuition and free will of its own remained nonetheless, the concept of boredom nonexistent to someone who very life was dictated by the whim of someone else. The Draconi felt a disturbance within its gut, but remained stationary nonetheless, awaiting the being know as Roma to arrive so it may finish the task assigned.

Soon after, a man approached. His had graceful features, and a tuft of rose colored hair on his head, walking carefree as he grew nearer. He asked a question, referring to the messenger as slave, a common title for his kind. The Draconi minion blinked his eyes, starring back into those of the man and began to speak. "If you are the man Roma, she has a message for you. She has gone to the fifth layer of hell, she is sorry." the minion said, it's forked tongue flailing as it spoke.

The rumble in the minions stomach began to grow into pain, and as the minion's face began to contort, it fell to its knees, blood spilling from its mouth. Within seconds, the minion was lifeless, dying soon after speaking to Roma, its life span predetermined by its creator. The wind blew on he field, gently caressing the corpse as it would soon return to nature, severing the living as carrion for the scavengers, even after death.