ooc: Can Sheike call Jima a pet name?

Sheike drew her attention to her sister. She walked up to her youngest sibling. "Calm yourself Jim-Jim," Sheike said gently, using the nickname for her sister. Sheike showed a little bit of emotions around her sister. "I know you hate me, but can you set your hatred aside for a little while? Besides, the boy you were going after is a player. I could smell multiple women on him. Besides, you won't have to worry about me anymore because Father is sending me away. Casting me aside because... Well look at me. I'm all pale and scrawny. Meaning he will probably give the throne to you." Sheike said gently.

"This will be the last ball I go to." Sheike smiled. "Father deems me unfit to rule Pendron. So will you please cast aside the vendetta for once? Can you not hate me, for one night? Will you please let me be with you, my favorite out of my siblings?" Sheike asked gently. She knew her sister wouldn't like it if Sheike put her hand on Jima's shoulder, so Sheike stood in front of her favorite sister, staring intently into Jima's blue eyes.

ooc: I have a character that I think would add fun to this rp. If you have seen Once Upon a Time, think Rumplestiltskin but more... Female. If so, here is her skelly. Don't worry. There will be no g-modding with this one either. She has the most powerful magic in the world, but she hardly, if ever uses it.

Name: The Trickster (Real name is Elyon) Age: Who knows Gender: Female Kingdom: None Bio: The Trickster has been around for over three hundred years. At first, the Trickster was the sorceress that all the Kingdoms went to for help. She was at first, very friendly, despite her appearance. However, as the years passed, the Trickster stopped helping unless it was a dire emergency. She became more sarcastic and withdrawn; always speaking with an attitude or sarcasm. The Trickster stopped going into the world, and let it solve its own problems. She watches the world through a crystal ball. But when she saw Sheike Pendron, who can no longer age, she became intrigued. Sheike brought her out of hiding, now she is Sheike's...aquaintance. Trickster and Sheike had become friends for the sole fact that they were both immortal. Looks: The Trickster is curvaceous woman. The Trickster has long, tousled hair that reached her waist and was the color of soot. Her skin is the color of the sky on a rainy day, a medium grey. She has long talon like fingernails. She has blood red lips, with two rows of pointed teeth. Personality: The Trickster is sarcastic, sardonic, and cynical. She can be caring, but only if she wants to be. The Trickster does have a soft side though, especially around Sheike. Has a tendency to lash out when provoked. The Trickster is a knowledgable woman, and she is an excellent teacher. The Trickster can also be sadistic, then kind, struggling with split personalities. Abilities: The Trickster was one of the first sorcerers in the world. Her magic is the most powerful in the world. But she just simply doesn't use it. The Trickster is more or less, immortal. But she is also very hard to kill, with her being a powerful sorceress and all. Other: The Trickster has a strange fetish with chocolate. Warning, do NOT give The Trickster chocolate,

no problem!

Jima eyed her sister, her arms crossed in front of herself. She was on her guard, staring at her sister with an almost confused look.

"Why so kind tonight, sister dearest?" Jima said, an almost accusing tone in her voice. She had never been used to her sister being so kind. "And what do you mean father is sending you away? Why have I not heard about this sooner? As the elder it is your right to have the throne."

Father give her the throne? Now that was a laugh. Sheike was first born and quite capable of ruling. She was even Dragon Blessed! How marvelous to have a Dragon Blessed on the throne once again, to lead their armies to battle, to bring victory to their kingdom! What was father thinking?

Sheike sighed. "Jima, Father is already disgraced by how I look. But now he knows of my...condition, and has deemed me unfit to rule. That is why I am being sent away. He says the kingdom does not need the Dragon Blessed." Sheike had a sad look in her eyes. Sheike didn't want to leave but she could not go against her father's wishes.

"Jima, I want to say I'm sorry. I know you don't believe me, but it is true. I know I hurt you but, the reason why is because Father didn't want me around you or the other siblings. Which is why I had to cold towards you." Sheike said genuinely.

A tear streaked down Sheike's cheek, for the first time in her life.

“Please, you actually lot still believe that such performances is actually worth anything? Bah, haven’t you realize by now that the Xaamir don’t perform, in fact we haven’t done so in several generations! What makes you think we’ll start now?” Growled the king before he coughed softly. The King of Xaamir has been infamously well known for speaking far too much of his mind without thinking of others in return. “We don’t have to do all of this flimflam, it only proves who ill-prepared we are if darkness actually comes in to attack! Ugh, I hate to say it but I sometimes wish we did a normal stupid bloody ball instead of this…performances. If it keeps you from complaining you could ask if that boy of mine is interested to preform magic with your girl…what’s her face Jena or whatever. I mean it only makes sense since we are both of magic… but I doubt he’ll actually want to look ridiculous in front of everyone and I don’t blame him.”

Lucius merely glared at her. “I say it hasn’t been long enough.” He said coldly as he turned away from her. Lucius didn’t consider himself to be much of a romantic, hell women tends to annoy him than bring him pleasure for they get in the way of his focus. And he, he happened to have one of them set against him. Sheike, one of the other Dragon blessed, has always been temperamental around him, still in scorn after he defeated her long ago. It’s not his fault that he won, she should have been much stronger than that but instead he was able to beat her easily and gave her a piece of advice: either get some actual training for remain weak and ill trained for the rest of her miserable life. He had to sound mean, otherwise she’ll never learn, hopefully she actually took his advice. Unlike her he never ever considered her an actual rival to be in spite with, she was just another annoyance to be ignored.

“Do you wish to speak to the other dragons Shadow?” Lucius asked quietly. “It has certainly been a long while since you actually talked to any of them. I only hope their personalities are far improved from that of their riders.”

‘I could try, since I will force to work with them, but I doubt they’ll consider being pleasant towards me… those blasted wing drakes always shun me.’ The great wingless dragon said as she glanced at them with dreading eyes. Just looking at their wings cause her to feel a jealous twitch on her back. She began to wonder what it was like to fly high in the sky, away from it all, an experienced she herself shall never live.

** “Come on where are all of the good drinks at, my throat is still dry!” Cried out Rifter as he chugged down his second mug of mead. Rifter was in a rather jolly mood while everyone began to prepare themselves for a performance, the only event he is glad to not be a part of with the rest of the family. The young princeling was content on just sitting back drinking and eating until his senses are numb and his stomach begins to ache. But before that he noticed the two Pendron girls going off at each other unpleasantly. It was then he decided to at least calm the two down before they actually start off arguing aggressively with each other. “Hey now, what’s with all the negativity here, can’t we all just get along?”

Name: Rifter Maddox Age: 21 Gender: Male Kingdom: Maddox Bio: He is the black sheep of the family who, though he is first born, is often ignored by his father since is his not of the Dragon blessed and he bears weak magic. But being such allows him to be overlooked at times and gives him a chance to break the rules and live on the wild side of things Looks: He is a very scruffy looking person with messy dark brown hair and a five o’clock shadow coming in. He is usually seen in his armor or in military uniform or casual clothing. One of his eyes are green and the other is yellow. Abilities/Weapons: Can transform into…something, is rather unknown. Otherwise he is a very admirable knight skilled in the arts of sword play and other assortment of weapons. He is a lot more endurable and stronger than a normal human being with sharp superhuman senses. Other Things: He is an alcoholic

"Fine, but your son will preform The Blessing Of The Magic Ceremony with Jenavira of the Maddox Family. I am sure you will not turn down a tradition that honers your divines! So if you are doing it, you and your son should go in the back of the ballroom and prepare him in the ceremonial robes right now!" King Gafarth said and went back to where he was sitting. Queen Zariala had leaned closer into her husband;s ear and said to him in a soft whisper, "Have him do the ceremony with her for a reason. Look at Jenavira's dragon, the wing span and size of it. Look at the way she and him did magic together, they have a special and unique connection with each other. This, is the dragon we need..." She said to her husband in a hush tone so her son didn't hear her.

Jenavira jumped off her dragon as the rest of her family began to take their seats for the beginning of the festivities. She walked over to her father with a concerned face and walked with him to the back room of the ballroom to put on her robes for the magic ceremony. "Father, I know I have trained very hard in preforming the magical blessing ceremony perfect, but, I was wondering...maybe....can...I not wear the cerimonial robes. It isn't that they smell bad but it is just, they look so old fashioned and heavy. I mean is it really important if I wear them or not?" She said trying to play up to her serious father to get what she wanted.

(( Since storm left., we need someone to play her character.....does anybody want to take her or know anybody that would seriously and actively play her? Also the religion in their world is honoring the four original brothers and their father as divines, it is like an ancestral worship.))

I'm going to take the Alis'tara DB then, since I guess no one is. I'm going to make other characters since like, we'll need more obviously lol. So, sorry for the walls of text coming up.

Name: Tybalt Alis'tara Age: 18 Gender: Male Kingdom: Alistara Bio: Tybalt is the second son of Lady Isabel and Lord Merek and twin of Eleanor. Upon his and his sister's birth an oracle brought with her two dragon eggs. One was rough to the touch, all black with swirls of red. As Tybalt is the second born son, he is not the one who will inherit the throne after his father. However, most saw this as good thing. It would leave him free to command their army while his brother ruled the kingdom. Tybalt squired under his uncle William when he turned twelve years of age. One year after that, on his thirteenth his dragon finally hatched. He continued to squire for his uncle until his uncle Robert's marriage, when he was sixteen and knighted. Due the currently peaceful times Tybalt has not seen much action, more or less hunting outlaws and doing city patrols. While he was trained to use a sword and shield he still shows an affinity for the bow and arrow, like his ancestors did. It is something he carries around often, when appropriate. Tybalt is seen as a very friendly face, willing to talk to anyone, regardless of rank. He is very cocky though, sure that he and his family is the best due the having lost very few tournaments. He won't voice this out loud, but it is still obvious to some. Tybalt prefers to watch from the shadows when first meeting people if possible. But he's not totally adverse to meeting someone face to face initially. He also generally lets his sister drag him to do things she wants when she can't be by herself. Due to his squiring and duties as a knight, he has not met any of the other dragon blessed. However, he lets his sister fill him in on what she knows, having met two of them. His mother taught him to read, and studied arithmetic and the history of the lands. While he doesn't hate reading he'd rather be training, dancing, or doing some type of activity. Preferably with his dragon. And while not as charismatic as his mother, he certainly has a way with words. Back at his home city he has a few spies working for to watch what he cannot. So far, nothing has really gone amiss but he employees them nonetheless. Looks: Tybalt is the tallest in his family, though he doesn't tower over anyone. Finally starting the gain some muscle, he still isn't quite as built up as one would imagine a knight to be. He inherited his dark hair blue eyes from his father. Like his mother, he tends to have sleeping problems. Abilities/Weapons: Currently he uses a long sword for most of his activities, however for special events he'll bring along the family heirloom, Lady's Bane. Lady's Bane was forged by dragon fire years and years ago, during the first war with dragons. It's thought that it makes the steel stronger, but no one knows for sure, as it isn't used in battle anymore. Tybalt also carries around a dagger or two on his being at all times. Dragon's Name: Astarot Dragon's Look/Personality/Abilities: Astarot, does not have arms, like the other dragons, instead just having wings. At this point, he is large enough for just Tybalt and a small child to ride him. He listens to Tybalt, and Tybalt alone at all times. Even then, he may do something else. If he wants to, he'll do as others say. When Tybalt is out doing whatever is it knights do, he is free to fly wherever he pleases. The only ability he has is the ability to breathe fire. No one is sure how big he'll grow to be. Other Things: Tybalt really loves honey cakes.

Name: Eleanor Alis'tara Age: 18 Gender: Female Kingdom: Alis'tara Bio: Eleanor the first daughter of Merek and Isabel Alis'tara. Her dragon's egg was much smoother, and smaller than her brother's. While his was about the size of an ostrich egg, her's was half the size. No one was quite sure of what to make of this initially, but soon thought nothing of it. The egg was creamy and flecked with orange and red spots. When Tybalt's dragon hatched, everyone was sure hers was going to hatch soon too. But it hadn't, not until her brother was knighted. This was seen as a great sign, that her brother would go on bring honor to the family. This also coincided with the time that Eleanor became available for marriage. Her parents took it too mean she would have many healthy children, and would marry someone that would improve their kingdom. Eleanor herself, wasn't sure, but she was excited. Much like her sibling she was taught to read by her mother, taught basic math, history and geography. Being a Lady she was also taught to play the lute and harp, how to draw and painting, dancing, and needle work. She wasn't particularly good at drawing, painting, or needle work. However, it is said that her dancing and musically abilities on the harp and lute are to be rivaled. Because of this she adores balls and parties, begging her parents to have one for any reason. Eleanor is quite the chatterbox and gossip, which sometimes earns the ire of others. Even though she was friendly, she was quite haughty. Looks: Eleanor looks very similar to her brother, taking after her father as well. She is not as tall as him, but does tend to be a little taller than other woman. She wears enjoys wearing gowns, and being dolled up. With her home city having a home climate though, they tend to be on the lighter side. She usually wears her hair up, braided. However, she doesn't mind donning men's attire to sneak around and go about where it wouldn't be proper for a lady. Abilities/Weapons: Raised as a lady, she does not have any weapons. She does however, practice archery for fun, as do some of her friends. She is quite good with a bow, but could improve with much more practice. Dragon's Name:Alia Dragon's Look/Personality/Abilities: Alia hatched later than most dragons, and does not grow as quickly as most. Eleanor likes to keep her around more as a pet anyway, and Alia likes to that way too. She is gentle and likes to coddled and held. She about the size of cat, if not a little larger.

Name:Merek Alis'tara Age: 45 Gender: Male Kingdom: Alis'tara Bio: Merek is the current Lord of the Western kingdom. He and his wife, Isabel, have six children. Peter, his first son and heir. Tybalt, the dragon blessed. Eleanor, who he wasn't quite sure what to make of with her tiny dragon, Gavin who is fifteen, Thea who is eleven, and Arabella who is three. Merek would much rather be out hunting, partying, or anything else really, than ruling. But he takes his oaths, vows and duties, seriously, and does what he must. He taught all of children, except Arabella, how to use the bow and arrow. IT is something that gives him comfort when he is stressed. Merek is very knowledgeable on the history and geography of the three other kingdoms and his own. Looks: http://farm5.staticflickr.com/4022/4460711729_af16d29dae.jpg Abilities/Weapons: Very handy with a bow. Even in his older age he sneaks around pretty easily, buy wasn't what he used to be.

Name: Peter Alis'tara Age: 19 Bio: Peter is the first born son, heir to the kingdom. Like his father and siblings he is great with a bow and arrow, and is quite fond of daggers too. He his much quieter and withdrawn, preferring the study and read instead of fighting. Looks:Looks wise, Peter takes after his mother

(For the next three I honestly don't see myself using them so much that I feel the need to give them a bio. If that changes however, I'll give them one.) Name: Gavin Alis'tara Age: 15 Looks: Gavin

Name: Thea Alis'tara Age: 11 Looks: Thea

Name: Arabella Alis'tara Age: 3 Looks: Arabella

Elucius looked at the wingless drake and decided to talk to her. Elucius walked over to the female dragon. 'My name is Elucius. I have always thought wingless drake to be far more fascinating then the winged ones. Like you, I am shunned for I have no REAL physical form. I know you probably think that I am just trying to make fun of you, but I am merely complimenting you. You rely on strength instead of flight, and I find that commendable. I wish to be your friend if you will allow it.'

Meanwhile, Sheike walked away from her sister to speak with Lucius. "Listen here Lucius Xaamir. I am probably the ONLY one in the place that actually has the guts to stand up to you. Since that day you beat me, I have grown stronger than you will imagine. I know 113 ways to kill you, with or without a weapon. Don't you dare tell me that I am not strong enough to beat you because I am. I want to be allies, but should you refuse, not only will you be my enemy, but I will laugh as you wither away into dust. Be lucky that you actually get to age, Xaamir. Because I won't. It is because of that reason, that I wish to be allies."

"I have trained day and night, read every book I could get my hands one, was shunned by my family because of my...condition. By the way, the ONLY reason you beat me was because my family refused to train me because I was not born strong or hefty like my siblings. That was the only reason. So please consider having me as an ally." Sheike said genuinely.

Prince Tybalt watched the Maddox and Pendron families preform and quite enjoyed himself. While it seemed most of the others didn't even want to be here he was excited to finally be meeting them. At least, he was. Now he wasn't sure if he wanted to be forced to spend time with such miserable people. But he would give them a chance. It wasn't all bad. Eleanor and Peter were here too. They would keep him entertained if worse came to worse. Currently things were very far from dull, though.

Unsure of should happen next, with the Xaamir family just waltzing in Tybalt went to his mother for her advice. She was sitting with his father, chatting about whatever came to mind.

"Mother, what should we do? We were to go next however things seems to have gotten slightly out of hand."

Jima was quite troubled by this change in her sister; she didn't quite know what to think about it. Many emotions buzzed throughout her: suspicion because she had never seen her sister act in such a sincere way, sympathy because of the sincere way her sister acted and the tears that rolled down Sheike's face, and even Shame because a Pendron should never act in such a way, especially Sheike. And, within Jima, there was, still, that ever lasting anger, envy, and hatred. Though now the change in her sister was drastic, opposite of her Sheike's past self, and everything that Jima had wanted, she could not except it. Years of coldness, and almost being shunned by Sheike, had hardened Jima towards her sister.

Jima breathed in and out slowly, controlling the mixed emotions within her as she watched her sister suddenly step away from her, towards the Xaamir boy. And there Sheike went again, leaving Jima angry and confused. Why show such emotion -even love- towards me if you're just going to walk away again? Jima though, tears brimming in her eyes, born of rage. She wiped the tears away and turned her back on Sheike walking towards where her family sat, waiting for the rest of the ceremony. Fuck you, Sheike, and fuck the thought that you can mess with my emotions

The turmoil within herself caused Jima to ignore the eldest Maddox Prince, something that she would never do in a normal situation.

Errol Maddox had taken his seat next to his wife, absentmindedly massaging his lame leg, the previous exertion being a bit too much for it, and looking around for his absent son, Rifter, who should be seated on his other side. It appeared to Errol, that over the years, his son had been shirking some of his responsibilities and being much too laid back. He was caught off guard by his daughter and snapped his head in her direction. Speaking with the queen for a moment, King Errol walked with his daughter to help her prepare and listened to her complaints of the robes, all the while examining said robes. They were official robes of royalty, crafted especially for the Dragon Blessed of the Maddox Kingdom and used in many other ceremonies...however, they did limit mobility and as magic users know, mobility is key in many spells. King Errol though for a moment and then smiled at his daughter.

"Jenavira, these are official robes for such events. They not only represent your privilege and gift, but also your kingdom. You must wear them. But...perhaps you can...give them your own twist, make them to your liking. You know such simple magic as the manipulation of cloth. Be creative." He smiled warmly at his daughter, who, though bright, still had much to experience and learn before she became a proper Dragon Blessed.

King Errol looked away from his daughter and towards the crowd, the smile slipping from his face.

"My dear, have you seen your brother this evening? He seems to have escaped my sight for most of the night."

Queen Isabel turned towards her son, seeing the worry on his face. She smiled a confident smile towards her son, little worry on her face. Her son never did like it when things didn't go according to plan.

"No need to worry, my son. So the Xaamir's went before us. We will simply go last instead of them. See this as a blessing in disguise: the crowd will remember us much better than the others, our entrance freshest in their memory. This bodes well for us, and for you."

She smiled warmly at her son and laid her hand on his arm, hoping to give him strength and confidence.

(I'll post the skelly of the King of Pendron later)

Sheike turned away from the Xaamir prince to allow her words to sink into his head, but she knew they wouldn't. She knew she wasn't worth his time, but she sort of hoped that he would reconsider, perhaps even challenge her. Sheike walked over to the table and sat next to Jima. Sheike screwed up her sister. But really it was her over-prideful father that caused her to do it. Now she was to be cast away by her parents.

King Cyrus of Pendron walked over to King Errol. "King Errol. I know it is custom to have all the Dragon Blessed be present for the ceremony, but I refuse to let my daughter even watch it. In my eyes, she is not worthy of being the Dragon Blessed. Besides, she will be banished from my kingdom by tomorrow. I will not allow her this privilege and I hope you can understand. Sheike is a disgrace to the Pendron bloodline. I will have her dragon killed as I see her dragon as a privilege she is undeserving to have, and then she will be banished. I would rather have no Dragon Blessed, than have my family disgraced by her. I ask that you stand by me on this."

Queen Elys wrapped a strong had around her husband's shoulder. "Forgive Cyrus, King Errol. He's just a little bit stressed. So sorry for wasting your time."

Elys pulled her husband away from the Maddox king only to round on him, pointing a finger at him "How dare you! Sheike's life has already been messed up because you refuse to acknowledge her as your daughter! Jima loved Sheike very much and because of you, Sheike was forced to remain cold and unfeeling towards her! Now you want to end our daughter's life? That sounds like a cowardly thing to do, Cyrus. Either you change your mind, or I will banish you from the kingdom." Elys said before walking away.

Name: Cyrus Pendron Age: 47 Bio: Cyrus is a very proud man and strict. He is absolutely disgraced by Sheike, his first born. He takes pride in his young Jima, and wants to give the throne to Jima. He wants to banish Sheike and have her dragon killed as he sees Elucius as a privilege. Looks: Cyrus has salt-and-pepper hair that is cut in a neat fashion. He wears an eyepatch over his left eye. He has a warrior's body like most Pendron's.

Name: Elys Pendron Age:43 Bio: Unlike her husband, Elys loved Sheike. Elys is not afraid to stand up to her husband. She controls her family with an iron grip Looks: Trim and fit, with a slight limp in her left leg. Has black hair and green eyes.

Lucius sighed irritably as Sheike began to chew his ear out on how much stronger he is, but maturely he remain silent and chose not to provoke here any further. He was starting to regret ever saying anything to her after he defeated her long ago, not because he felt guilty for what he has done…but because now he has to deal with this almost every encounter with her. Usually now, the best way to deal with her was not to drop down to her level, unless she goes too far, for he always thought of himself too better to do such things. Sure he may say some awful stuff but it’s what he believes to be the truth. Out of all of the things in the world his father taught him to speak his mind and tell as much of the truth as possible, even though the truth hurts. But right now he wasn’t here to spite her even more, he was just content to see his dragon actually socializing with others of her species for once and he was more than willing to go through any embarrassment as long as she was happy.

“That’s… good to know for I too wish to be allies….for the sake of the kingdoms that is. If you’ll excuse me …” He quickly broke away from here and went back to his parents who told him of what he must do.

“Father this is highly unexpected, though I am willing to praise the divines like anyone else but I was never probably trained for this event. What am I supposed to do?”

“Just ask that other girl over there I’m sure she knows enough to give you a quick preview. Just get it over with as soon as you can.”

“Yes father.” Lucius quickly walk toward Jenavira and whispered softly to her. “Exuse me, but could you tell the what must be done for this?”

‘I do what I can to be the best or at least I have to in order to prove my worth. These beings, both human and dragon, are always so judgmental against anything that is not of the norm.’ Shadow said to the other dragon. ‘And since I’m with a Dragon Blessed I am force to be twice as good as any dragon here. I rely on strength because I have no choice in the matter. And it’s not just that, I also have to be quick on my legs in order to keep up with you flyers whenever danger comes to this kingdoms, I can’t say I can ever keep up with you lot but I can damn well try to tag along behind you.’

Jenavira smiled and gave her father a hug after he granted her permission to fix the robes to her liking. She stood there pondering on what she should do with robes as she held them by the hanger and looked at them. She soon jumped when she heard Lucius whisper for help into her ear. She felt this magical presence unlike any other, she felt a force of power and heat, the sign of of a brave warrior mage. She remembers that this unique presence is very rare when it is natural, she could tell this boy was gifted. She turned around to look at him face to face. "Umm well, I can help you..." she said softly with a little nervousness. She had never really seen him in person, other then the time when they were young children. She could remember how him and her would always tend to play together a little bit more since they were both mages. She remembered how the Pendron girl would tend to battle a lot and he would always beat her which made her mad. Jenavira took Lucius hand and let him through the doorway that lead to a walk in closet in the back of the ballroom. She started looking through the different robes that were hung up on the racks. She then pulled out the rather ugly robes in her opinion from the rack. They looked like hers but where in darker colors. "First you need to wear the cerimonial robes over your clothes, but I find them rather terrible so I asked for permission to change them up a little with my magic." She said handing him the robes.

King Gafarth went up to the stage where his family was sitting and stood up in the middle. "Everybody be queit and take you seats, we would like to continue with are festivities. The Alis'taras will make their entrance now, after that we continue with The Blessing Of The Magic Ceremony preformed by are Dragon Blessed from the Maddox and Xaamir Kingdoms to honor the divine brothers Maddox and Xaamir. After that no matter what the circumstance of the family, the Pendron Dragon Blessed and the Alis'tara Dragon Blessed will preform The Warriors Wine Ceremony to honor the divine brothers Pendron and Alis'tara that will end with the two Dragon Blessed pouring the first cup of sacred wine." King Gafarth yelled to the crowd. " Now, presenting, from the Western lands, The Alis'tara Kingdom and their dragon blessed Prince Tybalt Alis'tara!" He yelled out to the crowd as the guards opened up the doors for the family to enter.

Tybalt smiled at his mother, she always knew what to say to comfort him.

"Thank you, but it would seem King Gafarth has settled the matter with out us needing to intervene," he said. With that his family went to the tall doors, with the Queen and King leading, followed by their children. Alia rested on Eleanor's shoulders, while Tybalt lead Astarot. Their entrance wasn't anything spectacular like that Maddox's entrance, it couldn't be. Instead they wanted to show off more of their physical skill, much like the Pendron family had done.

"Would someone kindly set up the target?" Tybalt asked. A few young men, who didn't know who they were, set it up while his brother Peter gave him his bow and arrow. The first arrow he shot hit the dummy in the head and the second in the chest. "Who thinks I cannot hit them in the same sport twice?" He asked, trying to rile the crowd up. And he hit them both in the same spot, splitting the two arrows that were already there. Tybalt turned to face his dragon. "Just like we practiced."

Tybalt walked over to the table with platters of fruit and picked three apples, and walked back to Astarot. Two of them he placed on the ground, which Astarot then placed in his feet. Tybalt placed the last apple on his Astarot's mouth. Astarot then flew into the air, in random pattern. Tybalt first knocked the apple out of his left feet, then the right without hitting his dragon. For the last apple he purposefully dragged out hitting it. He could've have sooner, but he was enjoying showing off in front of the the crowd. After a minute Astarot made a noise of annoyance and Tybalt shot the apple.

Astarot landed next to Tybalt and dropped the apple into his hand. Tybalt gave him an affectionate pat on the neck before bowing and returning to his family's table.

ooc: I was wondering if you could consider this character. She is one of the first sorceresses. If that's okay with you. It would be funny if she crashed the party and said, "A party? Without me? For shame!" Lol. Name: The Trickster (Real name is Elyon) Age: Who knows Gender: Female Kingdom: None Bio: The Trickster has been around for over three hundred years. At first, the Trickster was the sorceress that all the Kingdoms went to for help. She was at first, very friendly, despite her appearance. However, as the years passed, the Trickster stopped helping unless it was a dire emergency. She became more sarcastic and withdrawn; always speaking with an attitude or sarcasm. The Trickster stopped going into the world, and let it solve its own problems. She watches the world through a crystal ball. But when she saw the new Dragon Blessed, she knew that this bunch of Blessed were different. Trickster and Sheike had become friends for the sole fact that they were both immortal. Looks: The Trickster is curvaceous woman. The Trickster has long, tousled hair that reached her waist and was the color of soot. Her skin is the color of the sky on a rainy day, a medium grey. She has long talon like fingernails. She has blood red lips, with two rows of pointed teeth. Her eyes are silver in color and have slit pupils like a snake's. Personality: The Trickster is sarcastic, sardonic, and cynical. She can be caring, but only if she wants to be. The Trickster does have a soft side though, especially around Sheike. Has a tendency to lash out when provoked. The Trickster is a knowledgable woman, and she is an excellent teacher. The Trickster can also be sadistic, then kind, struggling with split personalities. Abilities: The Trickster was one of the first sorcerers in the world. Her magic is the most powerful in the world. But she just simply doesn't use it. The Trickster is more or less, immortal in the non-aging sense. But she is also very hard to kill, with her being a powerful sorceress and all. Other: The Trickster has a strange fetish with chocolate. Warning, do NOT give The Trickster chocolate,

King Errol was quite confused by the actions of the king and queen of Pendron, especially of King Cyrus. Banish Sheike? Kill her dragon? This seemed like the ravings of a madman. Why do such a thing to your own daughter, much less a Dragon Blessed? King Errol shook his head. Perhaps kind Queen Elys will banish the thoughts from her husbands mind. This was turning into a much more concerning evening than he ever thought it would be.

Putting it behind him, for now, King Errol continued looking for his sun, his hand gripping his scepter to support him. He soon spotted the prince, getting drunk on meed and gorging himself to almost sickness. This made King Errol both worried and angry. He went as quickly as he could towards his son while still keeping an air of authority. Errol touched his son on his shoulder on turned Rifter to face him.

"Come Rifter, let us go sit with your mother at our respective places. She's quite lonely without us with her." At that moment Errol pulled his son close to himself and spoke in a low and authoritative voice to Rifter. "We must speak later on your unbecoming actions as a Prince of Maddox. I don't know what has gotten into you, but it must stop." Errol pulled back and looked into his son's face, eyes concerned and questioning, searching for something, yet not quite sure what. Then, he turned away, leading his son back towards the table. In an effort to lighten the mood between him and his son on the way back to the table, Errol decided to make light conversation.

"I'm concerned for Princess Sheike of Pendron. Her father wants to banish her and have her dragon destroyed. I do believe that King Cyrus has finally gone mad."

Queen Isabel smiled coolly at her son as he took a place beside her.

"That was wonderful, darling. Astarot and you did splendid. Now I bet you're happy that your father and myself made you practice so much." Isabel noticed that some of the other Dragon Blessed were setting themselves up for the next event, donning their robes and preparing their dragons. "You best get ready, Tybalt. The next event appears to begin soon."

ooc: Yes, Sheike and the Trickster are in a secret relationship, seeing as they are both immortal and all.

Sheike tentatively laid a hand on Jima's shoulder. "Jima? I'm nervous!" Sheike whispered to her sister. Queen Elys walked her husband to the table, keeping him as far away from Sheike as possible. Elucius, sensing his rider's distress excused himself from the wingless drake.

'My sincerest apologies. I must leave. Sheike is starting to get nervous. But I would love to talk to you again.' Elucius said to Shadow. Elucius shadow-jumped to the other side of the room to Sheike. Elucius shrunk himself and wound himself around Jima's arm. Elucius loved Jima, but not as much as he loved Sheike. "Good evening lady Jima, how do you fair?" Elucius said to the younger Pendron.

"My my! Quite an extraordinary party~! Why wasn't I invited~? Hmm~?" boomed the female mischievous voice of the Trickster.

'Please don't be her!' Sheike chanted mentally. Her secret fiancée was the LAST thing Sheike needed.

Rifter was shock to hear this, thankfully he was still sober enough to understand the urgency of it all. “What is he even allowed to do that? Are the Dragon blessed like the most important person of all in each kingdom? He can’t do that…can he? I mean destroy her dragon and exile her like that for her all because of her handicap. You don’t see the Xaamir doing that to their prince because of of his forever-grounded and you think they would but they didn’t. And doesn’t it kill the rider if Blessed if they are dragons are killed, I thought they have a bond that shares their pain and well as their strengths.” Rifter understood little about the on goings of the Dragon blessed because he is no one of there and is therefore disclosed of the majority of the knowledge about them, but he at least still knows how important they are to the kingdoms. “We can’t just let him follow through with this. Is there a way to stop this, like shelter her or something without exciting a war?

“Good for I have no intentions on wearing…this.” He said, rather irritably. “Maybe I can change it into a cloak or cape or something that doesn’t force me to disrobe from my current attire, this thing looks rather old and is made with too course of fabric that will probably leave me hot and itchy. What else must we do afterword?”

Do as you must, Shadow said as he disappeared before her. The grounded dragon was left alone once again, this cause her to sigh broodingly as she moved out of everyone’s way and sat across from everyone on long the sidelines keeping a careful watch over everyone and especially over Lucius.

"Dear sister, no need to be anxious. You have practiced vehemently for this."

Jima eyed her sister once again and then glanced to her father. There seemed to be growing aggression from the princesses father towards the elder, Sheike. Mother also seemed anxious, almost scared even. Jima thought back to Sheike's talk of father banishing her. Perhaps there was truth to her words. Jima found all of this difficult to take in, especially concerning her father. He had always been so kind to her and her other siblings growing up, at least that she had seen. He had been nothing but loving and supportive of her. And yet...Jima had seen little of the interactions between Sheike and their father, seeing as Sheike had grown up almost separately from them. Jima was quite unsure what to believe. She almost thought of confronting the king, but thought better and decided to confront her mother, later when the festivities were over.

All these thoughts and conflicts running through Jima's head made it hurt and the thought that any of it could be true made her feel ill. Jima looked at her sister and saw the worry etched on her face. She was still so angry at her sister for the neglect she had received, but gave encouraging words anyway.

"Really, Sheike, you will do well. Good luck" Jima turned to Elucius as the dragon spoke to her and wound himself affectionately on her arm. She enjoyed Elucius more than Sheike, as he had never done her a wrong, at least not on purpose. "I fare well, Elucius. A little tired, though. I may turn in early this evening after the festivities."

It was at that moment Jima heard someone, seemingly behind or above her. When she looked, she saw no one, and when she looked to the crowd, it seemed that no one had heard the voice. She turned to her sister, in puzzlement.

"Sheike, did you hear that? I heard a voice, someone saying that they weren't invited to the party."

King Errol and Prince Rifter had reached the table. Errol took his seat and had his son seated to his left. He spoke in low tones, so as not to worry his wife with the terrible circumstance she already knew too well about.

"Sheike's handicap is what protects her from being killed, wholly anyway. But, she will be weak, terribly so, and then even the most trivial illnesses could kill her, a simple fall could break her. She would be as fragile as crystal." King Errol turned fully to his son, looking him square in the eye. "It is a worry for all four kingdoms, especially the Pendron Kingdom. It would leave them weak and cautious, like a nervous animal. The younger, Jima, is very strong and would be a capable ruler. But the king rules with an iron fist and has many allies. It is quite likely that rebellion will break out in an effort to remove King Cyrus and place Jima on the throne. I'm afraid if any rebellion breaks out, even the smallest one, Cyrus might spill blood, not just that of Sheike, but even the Queen, or his more beloved daughter Jima, or any of the other children. As unstable as he is, even he can see the peasants are planning something against him." Errol paused for a moment, gathering his thoughts. "I have spoken to the council and have been relaying messages to the Queen of Pendron to see if we can make our kingdom a safe haven for Sheike and her dragon. It is harder with the other children. Other kingdoms might have to harbor them. Another idea is perhaps they can reside here, in the buffer zone. I even put forth the thought we take them outside the kingdoms, into the mountains or into the valley on the other side. I have other allies outside the four kingdoms and I have been negotiating with them. This is a delicate situation. But, of course, if you were not late so often to council meetings, or if you actually came to a meeting, you would know this." Errol looked at his son for a moment, his face serious, and then he cracked a smile. "But, maybe, you'll come more now that you know what delicate situations we are dealing with." He put his hand on Rifter's shoulder and gripped it in friendliness. As he took it away a frown came upon his face again. "If there is war, and there likely will be, I'm afraid I might not make it out again. I have gotten old and I am much weaker than when I was young. If we do go to battle, I want you by my side. And if I should die, I want you to lead my army. It is my intention that you become king. Do not let me down." King Errol looked out to the crowd and smiled. "But enough talk of such seriousness, there is more than enough time later tonight, if you wish, or when we take leave for home. But now, I do believe the next of the festivities is about to begin."

Tybalt sat down with his family, listening to his mother. "Yes, you are right." He smiled. Tybalt looked around for the Pendron princess, wanting to get the ceremonial duties over with. He was ready to get drunk, over eat, dance, and just have fun. He spotted her talking to her sister. She looked nervous about something, talking to her younger sister Jima. "Eleanor," he started. "Won't you come over with me to greet the Pendron princess?" Eleanor obliged and as they started to walk towards their destination they heard a loud voice in the crowd.

"Who wasn't invited?" Eleanor asked her brother. He wasn't sure either, and shrugged his shoulders. "I'm not sure, but I say we go take a look," he said. So they continued their way over to the commotion.

Jenavira hung the robes up infront of her, she thought for a second as she looked at how ugly and old fashioned they were. She put her hand out and a gusts of magical energy began to come of her hand and circle around the robes. " It isn't hard after that, all we do is that we come up on the opposite sides of the stage and meet in the middle at the alter infront of the giant stone statues of the Divines. We stand facing each other and preform a magical energy manipulation spell facing each other. We each manipulate are own stream in a circle, I move my counter clock wise and you move yours clock wise. After every spin we move the stream father away in bigger circles till it reaches the top of the statues. Once it is at the top of the statues we put are to streams together and move them in a circle slowly then we cut the energy flow of and push it towards the statues. Then you cut off the energy flow as it hits the statues and will dissolve into the air and look pretty, then the Maddox and Xaamir statues eyes will light up. Then we bow and get off the stage." She said slowly to him explaining it in every detail. "You should be fine, I am surprised you didn't practice or learn this. My father made me practice it every day for this dumb ball. You of all people should know it better than me, you have father that lets you take on your full potential. My father doesn't let me do anything, I am learning level 25 spells when our court wizard's other apprentices are my age also and learning level 30 spells. My father controls everything I learn pretty much, he wants to make sure I am at my full potential when I can't when he holds me back like this. I can't even learn enchanting and magical weaponry because he feels I am not "ready" for it. When our court wizard teaches people basic enchanting and magical weaponry at levels as low as 6, but he is promising if I reach level 30 I will get to learn it. Maybe it is because he thinks I am more delicate since I am a female, or it is because he wants me to be strong since we don't have an army as strong as the Xaamir's or the Pendron's, I don't know..." She said as she changed the robe into a blue satin cloak. She then used magic to place it on her perfectly. "Sorry if I am venting, I really don't have anybody to talk to for support anymore...." she said.

King Gafarth was getting aggravated with all the constant fight between the royals, his people were enjoying it but he wasn't. "LISTEN, EVERYBODY PLEASE TAKE THEIR SEATS AND CALM DOWN. WE WOULD LIKE TO CONTINUE WITH OUR FESTIVITIES. WE WILL BEGIN OUR BLESSING OF THE MAGIC CEREMONY FROM THE DRAGON BLESSED FROM THE XAAMIR AND MADDOX KINGDOMS, THEN THE WARRIORS WINE CEREMONY WILL BE PREFORM BY NO MATTER IF HER FATHER AGREES OR NOT, THE PENDRON DRAGON BLESSED AND THE ALIS'TARA DRAGON BLESSED. THANK YOU AND SIT DOWN AND START TO GET QUIET!" He yelled out to the crowd trying to calm them down.

Queen Zariala sat down next to her husband, still examining Jenavira's dragon Karac who was keeping to himself amongst the chaos. She studied his large wing span and tried to figure out what kind of special connective presence she was picking up between Jenavira and him. She knew this was something she needed to know, for her kingdom's benefit of course. Their connection was very unique and knowing this can benefit their kingdom in a special way. "Orfious, I think we should give are son a break tonight. Since we are staying over night in this castle like the other royal families, this should be a little bit of a vacation for him. He should take this as an opportunity to bound with some of the over Dragon Blessed, especially the one form Maddox, it is always good to keep are allies close with Mages like them. Also this is an excuse to get our son out of hair for a while because I would like to have a meeting your room with you and the royal council." She said to her husband telepathically.