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"OUCH!" Falia yelped.
Mysti grinned.
"You always call it that, because it was originally supposed to be it's name, except it was too long. Now you should stop. Serves you right."
Falia sulked, scrunching herself down into her chair.
"As if I didn't hate dragon's enough already....." the fire faerie muttered disgustedly.

pulling two people behind him. He pulled them to mysti.

"They aren't exactly who you wanted, but I did my best. Have fun!"

"Thanks! Have a seat, Mr-?" she said delightedly.
"Now, guess what you two poor people? You get to either be my slaves for all time, or I get to mount your heads on my wall! Which is it?"

Zak looked at Jak.
"Um, no chance of health benefites with the slave bit is there?"
The dragoness's grin widened.
"Nope. But if you choose being mounted on my wall, I'll dust you off every now and then."
"Slavery, then." they said together.
She beamed.
"Alright, then, what are your names?"
"I'm Jak, and he's Zak."
She shook her head.
"Well, from now on you will be Slave 1 and Slave 2."
Jak eyed her.
"So which is which?"
She frowned.
"Ok, ok, Slave Z and Slave J. Slave J, go with Slave Z and get our shots, please."
The two slaves scurried into the cafe. Mysti sat down again. Falia was still sulking.
"Get over it already." Mysti said.
Falia glared. She turned in her chair, and glared at Airi, causing her shirt to catch on fire.
"HA!" she said, and then dissappeared, cackling.

Mysti shook her head, sighing.
"She needs to work on her temper."
In the meantime, her slaves had returned with the drinks.
"Slave J and Z, please stand around looking useful."
She gestured to Airiana.
"Excuse my friend. She's been in a bad temper ever since she was killed off in Everflame III: Reign of Chaos, by a dragon. Please, have a seat. Would you like something to drink? To eat?"

"They aren't exactly who you wanted, but I did my best. Have fun!" He then headed towards Eliar. "You were kidding earlier right? I didn't have enough change anyway. Wow, that doesn't look too good. Is there anything I can do?"

"Ah, of course." Eliar laughed merrily. "Anyway, since we've just started out, there are only three staffers in the place, Kalia, me and Airiana the part-timer. Wanna join us? We do need a janitor! It'll be like, soooo fun! You'll be known as Jack the Vampire Janitor! Or just Jack the Janitor! Even cooler, you are Janitor Jack, who kicks Samurai Jack's butt!"

Falia glared. She turned in her chair, and glared at Airi, causing her shirt to catch on fire. "HA!" she said, and then dissappeared, cackling.

Airiana went over to the water bucket and calmly put her shirt out, glaring at the spiritus flamma the whole time, playing with ice crystals tauntingly as if to say 'Fire and ice don't mix, and thou wilt be far more wet if thou should'st try that again!' When she'd finished dousing the flames, she rooted around in her bag again and came out with a new set of robes. Excusing herself from the others, she donned the robes and returned.

She gestured to Airiana. "Excuse my friend. She's been in a bad temper ever since she was killed off in Everflame III: Reign of Chaos, by a dragon. Please, have a seat. Would you like something to drink? To eat?"

Airiana nodded to the woman and sat down. "Well, that does not make it right for her to take it out on all dragonkind, but then I think that the threat of water should... cool her down, so to speak," she said with a knowing grin. "The fire fae have not much love for their opposing element. Food no, I have only just eaten a couple rather large deer, and will be full for a few days yet. But a drink would be marvelous," she said with a smile, and with a couple whispered arcane words, a chalice of a dark red wine appeared on the table before her. She picked it up with a smile and gingerly took a sip. "Ah! None make better wine than the elves!"

"Well, that does not make it right for her to take it out on all dragonkind, but then I think that the threat of water should... cool her down, so to speak," she said with a knowing grin. "The fire fae have not much love for their opposing element

Mystikalli grinned.
"I know, believe me. I read a very detailed history of the faeries by an Avenging_Angel. It was interesting, and informative. Of course, she's got a bad temper, like her elment. She's nice enough, though."

"Ah! None make better wine than the elves!"

Mysti nodded appreciatively.
"Good taste. You would think that wiht all that good food they make, they themselves would taste better. Mind you, I've only eaten part of a dead one, but it was quite stringy. Give me a good deer, or some mutton any day."
She took a sip of her martini.
"Excuse me if I'm being a tad blunt, but I've been wondering, how on earth did a silver and a red have children, or any kind of life together? True, I am a chromatic, but still, the thought of a life with a metallic seems.........impossible. Even the clan of the Blue/Golds down by Tarsis has it's problems, but Reds are particularly.....venomous."

"Excuse me if I'm being a tad blunt, but I've been wondering, how on earth did a silver and a red have children, or any kind of life together? True, I am a chromatic, but still, the thought of a life with a metallic seems.........impossible. Even the clan of the Blue/Golds down by Tarsis has it's problems, but Reds are particularly.....venomous."

"Nah," she said with a shake of her head. "If the roles were reversed, I would be as curious. My mother was a second generation Silver dragoness called Lanista. It seems that she was not fully of Good, for only her scales seemed to hold true to being a Metallic dragon. I think that by all rights she should have been born a black dragon, so wicked was she." Airiana said, her eyes seeming to haze when she spoke, as if replaying her earliest memories in her mind. "My father, a Red called Chenullo, was a typical Chromatic, and so the two of them seemed to get along just fine. They did not stay together long... indeed, not much longer then to conceive myself and my clutchmates, but that was enough. The other Silvers charged my Mother to destroy us, being abominations in their site, and banished her afterwards. She suceeded in killing all but me, and would have done that as well if it were not for me hiding. I do not know what they did with my Father, but I would think he was made to leave as well." She said, drinking more of her wine and sitting back in her chair, her eyes still seeming distant with memory.

Mysti shook her head sadly.
"Part of the reason I avoid most of my dragon kindred. They tend to be so narrow minded. Look at those silvers all the way back, those second generation ones, Quicksilverthanlinstar and Jharkiannasilat. Kianna, driven mad by a taint from the egg, by the fire elementals! Then they ordered that vicious brute of a dragon, Pyroan, to kill them! No wondet those two ran for it, through the Anvil."

"The problem is, is that someday our folk will have to wake up and smell the goblins, like they say. And it mayb e too late, by then."

She sighed, and took a drink.

Airiana nodded her head and sighed. "Aye, they would probably learn much if they had flown over Krynn even a quarter of the time I have... most retreat too often into the Isles to have learned to wake up... walking the lands has changed me, of that I am sure... my outlook seems to be very different from most of our kindred. But then," she shrugged, "most of our kindred are either on one side or the other, not both and neither at the same time as I am. Perhaps that has something to do with it as well." She took a long draught of her wine and sighed again, standing. "Well, it has been interesting speaking with thee, but I have grandchildren to check on, so I will leave thee for a time." She said with a nod as she left the table and went over a ridge in the land, seeming to disappear.

"Ah, of course." Eliar laughed merrily. "Anyway, since we've just started out, there are only three staffers in the place, Kalia, me and Airiana the part-timer. Wanna join us? We do need a janitor! It'll be like, soooo fun! You'll be known as Jack the Vampire Janitor! Or just Jack the Janitor! Even cooler, you are Janitor Jack, who kicks Samurai Jack's butt!"

"I'd be happy to. I'm actually a pretty talented janitor, I had quite a history before-well, you know." He scrunched his eyebrows and hissed. "You get my drift, eh?"

Aeramae sauntered in, her brown hair flowing freely and unbound, green eyes taking in all she surveyed. Her loose fitting black skirt swished about her knees, complimenting the white peasant top she wore. She was barefoot, and with every step she took, her ankle bracelets, decorated with miniature bells, jingled. She smiled at everyone who was gathered there.

"Hello all. Hope you don't mind my stopping by," she said. "I could use a small break if you catch my meaning."

She looked over at the man coughing. She frowned, and reached for a purse that was not with her. She cursed silently under her breath, and then forced a small smile.

"I'm sorry you seem to be...troubled. Perhaps you should get a glass of water and a room here. You may need to stay for quite awhile."

"I'd be happy to. I'm actually a pretty talented janitor, I had quite a history before-well, you know." He scrunched his eyebrows and hissed. "You get my drift, eh?"

"All righty! Then we won't have any trouble cleaning up the corpses and remains of our students!" Eliar laughed and pulled out a mighty wand, no, not THAT wand, but a real wand used by wizards. Placing the wand on Jack's shoulder, he spoke solemnly. "I dub thee Janitor Jack, official Janitor of Training Grounds. You now have the right to clean up anything, you are the Cleaner (tm), as in, well, Jean Reno in that movie, Leon: The Professional. But keep away from my collections of Witches Without Breeches and Playmage. Mwahahahahahahah!"

Then, he waved to the newcomers (LoB and Red_mage's chars). "Welcome to Training Grounds, my dearest dears!"

"By the way, I now declare this place a Free Trade Zone! You people can set up their shops here if they want to!" Eliar said. "We will only charge a low monthly rental fees, yeah!"

The necromancer looked on at Eliar with a sideways glance and one corner of his mouth curled up in a grin. "Well if we are free to trade..." The Lord of Bones removes a large briefcase from his cloak and opens it up. Inside are lots of encyclopaedias.

"I am the Lord of Bones! High necromancer and Encyclopaedia salesperson! You will bow down or buy some of these books for amazingly cheap prices!"

Airiana came back over the hill just in time to see Eliar disappear, three dragonets bounding behind her. They seemed an odd trio to be there, but they seemed to get along nonetheless. One was silver with sapphire eyes, a second was red with eyes of emerald, and the last was onyx-black with eyes that were ruby-red. They each skipped behind the dragoness-in-elvish-form happily, even playing with each other. As she came towards the others, she smiled, seeming just as happy as the three dragonets nipping at her heels playfully.

"These are my grandchildren... I am sure that we can find a way to include them in training of newbies one way or another... even small as they are, they should provide a little challenge if all three work together."

Airiana looked at the Lord of Bones a moment, sighing. "There will be no boot-making from the hides of mine grandchildren. Sparring is all that shall take place with them; there shalt not be any killing. As they are but hatchlings, they will work together, the three of them combined. Surely a necromancer as strong as thou art could'st take on these three small ones?" She asked, her silver eyes sparkling and her mouth set in a little smirk.

She motioned for the dragonets to gather around her and she spoke to them softly in an ancient tongue. When she was finished, the three little ones nodded as she stood and backed away. "A referee, methinks, would be the best way to handle this. As such, a neutral party must be named... Crystalamira?" She called, searching for the crystalline dragoness, "would'st thou care to do the honors?"

The three dragonets spread out in front of the Lord of Bones, each one seeming to tense slightly. The silver dragonet narrowed his sapphire eyes and watched the necromancer carefully. He seemed to be flexing and stretching out his claws, wings, and tail.

When the red moved into position, his scales seemed to glint with a silvery sheen. His emerald eyes were wide and he whipped his tail from side to side as his foreclaws drew arcane symbols in the air before him.

The black dragoness seemed to also have a silvery sheen to her dark scales as she moved. She held her head high and her neck seemed as gracefully arched as a swan's. She alternately flexed her claws and muttered words under her breath, though what she said was lost to all with the quietness of her tone.

"Indeed you are right, female! I could take three dragonkin on... Nay! More! I could take on an entire... what do you call a group of dragons?... a pack? a swarm? Bah. Prepare to duel scaly ones! I have only prepared spells that will subdue my enemy, but if one of them attemps something... all that will be left of them will be ash."

Kalia had turned at the call of her true name, and frowned.... she had missed the entrance of these new dragons, and she glanced at Airiana questioningly, but nodded all the same... Stepping foward, a brilliant white light surrounded her, and expanded to reveal a dragon much larger than these hybrid wyrmlings.

Each faceted crystal scale of this dragon dazzled the eyes untill a spell of warding was invoked to dim the reflection. Her golden eyes were fixed on the goup before her as she stretched wings that were feathered, not membranous... each feather had an opalescent shimmer, and where as white as snow. Wings spanning more than one hundred and fifty feet, her sineuous body from nose to tail stretched to near ninety feet. She fixed her gaze on the newcomers, especially the human...

"This is training only... no bloodshed allowed... " She snarled, a rumbling growl resonated in her chest. "I give this one warning only... those who fail to follow it will be very sorry indeed...."

A small orb of blue light appears in the necromancer's right hand, but he waits for one of the dragons to move first.

Slowly tip-toeing behind the mage appears a minotaur with a bucket of dingy water. With a great sneer he pours it over the mage dousing the blue flame.

"Don't be such a doorknob" he guffawed.
"Lord of Hamhocks is it? Well let me introduce myself, I am Kour Shatterhorn. I am a newbee as well to this realm and I believe thou art very foolish to be acting this way. We are hear to have fun and look at what you have done. You just irritated a group of dragons, bad, bad newbee."

Kour crosses his arms in defiance and look at the dragons.

"Well, go on then, takem out mighty lord!!" he bellowed.

[Edited by mariner76 on Saturday, June 5, 2004 7:34 PM]

Mystikalli grinned, looking at the three young dragons.
"Wow, Kilairiandra, you're lucky!" she stated, smiling at the young dragons.
A loud beeping noise interrupted her. She eyed her pager.
"Blast." she muttered, picking it off of her belt.
"Well, see you later. Don't mind if a blue-gold dragon comes through. We're supposed to meet here for drinks."

With that, she vanished, taking her slaves Jak and Zak with her.

Only a few minutes after she had disappeared, a young man appeared, along with a woman. Both of the dragons were unusual looking, with blue hair and gold eyes, but they appeared to be twins. They also were dressed strangely, in classic anime style. Both of them ahd smoky blue headbands, holding back the mans short blue hair and the girl's long hair. Both of them had katanas, though that appeared to be the last thing on their minds. They appeared to be in the middle of an arguement over a map.
"I'm telling you, this is the wrong place!!! Look, Mysti's not here!"
The young man scowled at his twin.
"She might have had to go somewhere-"
She rolled her eyes, turning to Airiana.
"Excuse me Madame, but have you seen a blue dragon around here? Short blue hair, blue eyes, calling herself Mystikalli? We were supposed to meet her here, but she clearly isn't here."

Slowly tip-toeing behind the mage appears a minotaur with a bucket of dingy water. With a great sneer he pours it over the mage dousing the blue flame.

"Don't be such a doorknob" he guffawed.
"Lord of Hamhocks is it? Well let me introduce myself, I am Kour Shatterhorn. I am a newbee as well to this realm and I believe thou art very foolish to be acting this way. We are hear to have fun and look at what you have done. You just irritated a group of dragons, bad, bad newbee."

Kour crosses his arms in defiance and look at the dragons.

"Well, go on then, takem out mighty lord!!" he bellowed.

"You dare defy the Lord of Bones! I say fie! This is no fair duel if I am beset from all sides! You go too far dragon, calling in monstrous kin to attack me from behind! I refuse to partake in this ridiculous 'duel'. It appears that all you wish to do is make a fool of me, well you shall not get that chance. I shall take me leave."

Shradin pulls the cloak tight around his neck and walks away from the training grounds.

"I tell you... Orcus treated me with more respect..."

"Very well. I will stay if just to prove to this inferior race that nobody messes with Shradin Mulophor in such a cowardly manner. You! Minotaur! Please don't tell me that you found your own way out of your labyrinth... I expct you had to be led out by a trail of offal or something. Your race often has very simple minds..."

The Lord of Bones cackles and begins preparing another spell to launch, once again only a spell that will paralyze temporarily and not maim.

((OOC: Hrmph. >.<;; For some reason, my usual creativity seems to be failing me today... and yesterday, which is why I didn't post then... I will try, but be warned that this is not up to my usual standards! I'm just not feeling inspired to write...))

"Indeed you are right, female! I could take three dragonkin on... Nay! More! I could take on an entire... what do you call a group of dragons?... a pack? a swarm? Bah. Prepare to duel scaly ones! "

"A wing or a flight is what thou should'st call a group of dragons," Airiana informed him and nodded to the young dragonets, making a gesture towards Shradin, urging them to attack the necromancer.

The Lord of Bones pursed his hands into a slightly open ball and then released them with a flourish. A dark green mist flew toward the red dragonkin and sunk into it's head square-on. Rolling backwards with unusual deftness for as wizard, the necromancer began to prepare another spell as he waited for to see whether the paralyzation spell would take effect...

The little red dragon blinked and shook his head, looking as if he was about to sneeze. Then he looked a little woozy and seemed to half-crouch before going completely limp. The silver dragonet looked alarmed and nuzzled his brother, finding him to have gone stiff.

The silver dragon turned his blue eyes to Shradin, blowing little blasts of cold air that looked much like a warm person's breath on a cold day. He whipped his tail agressively and leapt towards the man, claws outstretched. At the last moment, however, the dragon shifted his weight, and it was his thrashing tail that was aimed for the necromancer now, him having remembered the crystal dragoness's rule of no bloodshed.

The black dragoness blinked, completely losing her concentration when the minotaur poured the bucket of water over Shradin Mulophor's head. She blinked again and started giggling at the soaked necromancer.

Aeramae took over the vacant seat which Eliar had left behind in his hasty departure. She watched the training and smiled, remembering a time in which she had just been starting out, no training, just figuring it out as she went along. Her opinion of herself was that she had made much improvement.

"Careful little ones!" she called out to the dragons. "You are all so cute! I don't want to see any of you become injured in any way!"

You! Minotaur! Please don't tell me that you found your own way out of your labyrinth... I expct you had to be led out by a trail of offal or something.

(OOC: *chokes* Excellent comeback, I do believe I like your sense of humor! Now I need to clean the sprite I just sneezed out.)

BIC: Kour laughed at the mage and in an instant took on a serious face. He rumaged through his pouch finally revealing a sparlkling green-jeweled scroll.

"Fowl mage, I shall unleash a distructive power the likes you have never seen," he replied with conviction.

Kour unrolled the scroll and began to mutter the incantation. A bright blue aura began to surround the minotaur growing brighter with every word he spoke. Once the last syllable was spoken the scroll burst into flame and the blue aura disbanded. Standing in triumph Kour stared at the mage, winking in amusement.

"Meet the twins," he guffawed.

On each side of the minotaurs legs small cherub like faces appeared. The innocent faces of.....Kender.

Crystalamira watched the proceedings with a careful gaze... when she caught sight of the black wyrmling giggling at the sight of the drenched necromancer, she frowned, even though it was kind of funny.

"Be careful little ebony sister... Loosing your concentration could cause you to loose your life in a real battle." She cautioned, her tail flicking in mock-irritation.

Lieke (the black dragonet) ducked her head at the Glimmer's words as a dog would lower its ears when scolded. She turned her attention back to the necromancer and to the red robed mage, Merith, as well. Thinking that her brother had Shradin occupied, the little black dragon readied a spell of binding for the red robe, muttering under her breath and raising a little on her hindlegs to free her foreclaws to trace a quick rune inthe air. She finished the incantation and released the spell, waiting to see if it would hit.

OOC: *chokes* Excellent comeback, I do believe I like your sense of humor! Now I need to clean the sprite I just sneezed out.)

BIC: Kour laughed at the mage and in an instant took on a serious face. He rumaged through his pouch finally revealing a sparlkling green-jeweled scroll.

"Fowl mage, I shall unleash a distructive power the likes you have never seen," he replied with conviction.

Kour unrolled the scroll and began to mutter the incantation. A bright blue aura began to surround the minotaur growing brighter with every word he spoke. Once the last syllable was spoken the scroll burst into flame and the blue aura disbanded. Standing in triumph Kour stared at the mage, winking in amusement.

"Meet the twins," he guffawed.

On each side of the minotaurs legs small cherub like faces appeared. The innocent faces of.....Kender

"By the Gods!" Shradin gasped as he saw the little people appear. His face was a look of fright and panic. Then it turned back to his sneer. "Halflings? Can you do no better?"

Shradin makes a pentagram symbol in the air with his finger and a troll appears beside him with a muzzle on it's face and chains around it's hands. "Remember that we will not be fighting to the death beastman. I merely wish to show what a real archmage is!"

Thinking that her brother had Shradin occupied, the little black dragon readied a spell of binding for the red robe, muttering under her breath and raising a little on her hindlegs to free her foreclaws to trace a quick rune inthe air. She finished the incantation and released the spell, waiting to see if it would hit.

Merith "What you little!" Merith starts to laugh, so hard he cries. Merith picks himself of the gropund then starts to chant a spell....
Merith spoke a spell then a fire ball shot out of his hands at the little dragon. The fire ball exploded into a cage around the dragon then closed in on him? or her?.. that paralized the little dragon...

((OOC: Red_mage, no god-moding... even if it's just a little... you can cast the spell, even describe what it could do, but you can't make it hit. That is up to the other player, in this case, me. And just because Lieke is young, don't discount her! She ...yes, she... is a dragon, after all!))

Lieke growled and snarled at the cage of fire closing in around her. A moment's concentration and she found its loop hole, causing it to dissipate. Her ruby-red eyes glared at the mage and she thrashed her tail for emphasis. Her breathweapon was by no means spectalular just yet, but it was powerful enough to cause damage if it hit, and with this thought, she took a deep breath, intending to dispel the acidic substance on Merith. She aimed at him and let her weapon discharge, backing out of the way just in case it did not hit.

Aeramae leaned back in her chair, enjoying the sparring for what it was worth. She looked around, taking in the scenary. There were quite a few people she didn't recognize. Things were interesting indeed, especially now since some kender were thrown into the mix.

"Wonderful!" she called out. "Kender definitely throw many people into chaos, myself not one of that many. I happen to have a fondness for the little buggers."

She continued to watch the dragons, fascinated by the show they were putting on. These three were pretty powerful considering their size and age. They had potential in them for a great many things. She knew their grandmother must be very proud.

The silver dragon turned his blue eyes to Shradin, blowing little blasts of cold air that looked much like a warm person's breath on a cold day. He whipped his tail agressively and leapt towards the man, claws outstretched. At the last moment, however, the dragon shifted his weight, and it was his thrashing tail that was aimed for the necromancer now, him having remembered the crystal dragoness's rule of no bloodshed.

OOC: sorry...

"Ach!" The dragon's swiping tail took Shradin's legs out from underneath him, making the man in black fall flatly on his back. "Good tactic dragon... You've disturbed my next spell..."

"Ach!" The dragon's swiping tail took Shradin's legs out from underneath him, making the man in black fall flatly on his back. "Good tactic dragon... You've disturbed my next spell..."

The little dragonet smiled impishy from his now-higher vantage point and nodded as he prepared his own spell. He spoke in the spidery, arcane language of magic and called up frost to surround the necromancer. After a moment's preparation, he released the spell and waited to see it's effect.

Eliar appeared with a poof with many shopping bags in his hands. "I'M BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK FROM SINGAPORE, MY DEARS!!"

OOC: AHHHHH he's back run!!! save yourselves ^^ :D

OOC: srry about the dragnet thing

BIC: Merith jumps out of the way just in time.... to get missed by the acid (right you said acid?)
Merith start to chant a spell to help defend him. He finsh the spell and water came flowing behind towards the dragon. Merith knowing the water was a illusion and not afaird of it. He hopeing the dragonet would be.

OOC: Sorry about the dragonet thing

((OOC: No problem, just wanted to make sure we were clear. Hehe... :P Common mistake you just made, by the way... dragons are pretty much masters of illusion, as that is what most of their actual magic is... thus they are pretty good at seeing through it. A reason why even if they are in a mortal form, dragons can identify each other. And yes, it was acid. If you are not sure, it is often good to just open the reply in a new window so you can look at all the posts that you may be replying to. Comes in handy! :)))

Merith jumps out of the way just in time.... to get missed by the acid (right you said acid?)
Merith start to chant a spell to help defend him. He finished the spell and water came flowing behind him towards the dragon. Merith knew the water was a illusion and was not afraid of it. He hoped the dragonet would be.

Lieke hissed softly when the acid missed the mage, but was soon on the ready for his next attack. She was almost startled at first by the wave of water, but a second later she could see why the mage was not afraid. He uses illusion against a dragon? What is this mortal thinking? The little dragoness thought to herself, now seeing through the "water" to the land beyond it.

"You will have to do better than that, mage!" She called in an elegant voice that sounded much like a young courtiers as she moved closer to him, readying herself to attack. She made off at a run and leapt at him, throwing her reptilian fist back to slap him with the non-dangerous part of her claws. If she managed to hit the mage, the blow would land evenly across his cheekbone, and would probably be a bit sore for a while.

"Well... I've been doing some shopping, and guess what I bought? Some BRITNEY SPEARS CDs!" Eliar said excitedly, taking out the CDs from his bags. "I've always wanted to rebel against society. With every Tom Dick and Harry out there taking shots at this poor lass, I realize that by being a fan of hers, it'll show how different I am! Perhaps playing these CDs right now would make this battle even more entertaining! Ahhh... Toxic? Baby Hit Me One More Time? Sometimes? I'm Your Slave? Which one, I wonder?"

"Indeed." Eliar nodded. "Apparently, the powers that reside within Britney CDs are tremendously deadly and world-shatteringly powerful. Not only can she enslave the mind of one as manly as I, she could also freeze up the entire place, stop time and stuff. Hmm... lemme summon her pic "

"Well, to those who are wondering, I created this picture by using the magical words [img src="image URL'], but replace [ ] with . It can be a pretty interesting method to RP using pictures to illustrate your writings. I started doing that in Future Fellowship 2." He explained.

Glimmer turned away from the goings on before her, and noticed what Eliar was doing.

"ah good lesson..." She rumbled and then smiled.

"then again there is the fun task of Creating Color!!

To do this, simply use the With the code Font Color= (insert color name here) ;) also note, with the use of this code, the color is spelled Gray.

You can do the same to increase or decrease the size of the letters as well

Though going much further above "4" is too much. to do this simply type Font Size=(insert number here) with the around it

you can center your posts as well to help illustrate something that can only be heard by your character and such

To re-align, simply type / before the "

She explained, grinning.

"Bah!" shouts Shradin, as frost wraps around the bottom halves of his legs. "You shall regret that dragonkin!" He attempts to get up but the frost has numbed his legs to such an extent that he is unable.

"No matter! This will not prevent my casting." He makes a quick incantation and a one syllable verbal component, as he floats about 6ft into the air, righting himself so that he looks like he's standing.

((OOC: Eep! Sorry, kinda forgot about the battle between Shradin and Taet... I was waiting for Merith still... >.He has a lot of power, the little silver dragon thought, noticing his own strength beginning to wane. He's had a bit more practice at this than I have, though... that much is obvious... after all, the only battles I've ever had before were with Lieke and Gonawit... and what about Gonawit, anyway? Shouldn't he... ah, he's coming around! The dragon's sapphire eyes had drifted to his brother then just in time to see the little Silver/Red stir.

Gonawit rose to his claws and shook his head. He had been completely paralized, and it now seemed to him that he had never moved before, he was so stiff as the spell wore off. The little dragon shook every part of him in turn until he felt completely restored. The red dragonet concentrated on Shradin and again tried his spell. This time he was at least able to cast and release it; it was a wind spell that would probably not do more than make things difficult for the necromancer, but if it worked, it should be enough for Gonawit's brother to attack.

Seeing what the red was doing, Taet nodded and prepared himself to leap up after Shradin. It would be a rather large jump for the dragonet, but he was ready for it.

After many days, Jack woke up, rubbing sleep out of his eyes while he rose to a standing position.

"Hey! Where did everybody go?!"

Airiana yawned and walked over to him, for a moment ignoring the paused battle between her grandchildren and the newbies. "Seems that our n00bs have disappeared on us... I have been waiting for either of them to reply, but to no avail," she said and sat down at a table with a sigh. "Sad really... and it seems to happen all too often..."

A small kender dressed in a small fur coat and orange breeches carrying an oddly made sling and a dozen pouches suddenly appeared out of nowhere. "Good. I am Apricot Thornslinger, a citizen of Dragonlance.com come here to RPGC to roleplay. I hope here in the Training grounds I can be taught the customs of RPGC and how to roleplay better. I see that all of you are professionals." His voice turned back to squeaky kender voice. "Basically I want to learn from all you professionals!"