ChelonianCommander
Strength of Steel, Will of Iron
@Crow @Blue winter rose @Alissa Ming
In the city of Alka, in the orphanage known as Lovely Faces, the children were taken inside as the sun slowly went down and the sky turns orange. Above the city Armored Drakin began taken off, making their rounds to keep the city safe from criminals and invaders alike. In bunk room of Lovely Faces orphanges, the youngsters were gathered around the orphanage's caretaker, a middle aged man with purple eyes, coal black hair, wearing a worn jersey and trousers. His hands are ragged and hard and his shoulders and face were broad, but he had a warm aura about him. Around him are the 20 residents of the orphanage, most in their human form but a few are in their dragon forms, but all were parentless. None were over 20 and only 4 were at or over the age of 14, prime Flapping age. He holds a large books of old stories and legends and reads a favored passage of the young ones out loud.
"Many centuries ago, there was a terrible war. A war that spanned all of Drurnax and the vile ones who waged this terrible war that scarred this great land was known as the Purebloods. The Purebloods had forged a mighty army of heartless, ruthless and cruel warriors and led a crusade against all who opposed them. They destroyed many cities and enslaved tens of thousands of Drakin. They stole everything they could take and burned everything they couldn't. Those who were captured were enslaved. Those who resisted were destroyed. Those who surrendered were forever crippled with their wings severed so that they can never threaten the Purebloods.
It wasn't until a great army was formed, a brave chapter united by their ideals to preserve all that is beautiful and sacred and protect all who were weak and innocent. They called themselves the Knights of the Realm and these thousands of warriors, courageous, strong and selfless, under the leadership of Grand Master Elzidon, met the bulk of the Pureblood's army and their King, Ragnus in the battle. They were outnumbered but fought with their all. When the battle was at its bleakest, all eyes were on Grand Master Elzidon and the Pureblood's leader Ragnus who were entangled in a vicious aerial battle. At the battle's climax, both bloodied and tired, the two charged at each other for a final attack.....shall I continue?" He asks, seeing that as always a few of the children seemed nervous and anxious. One of the children speaks up, a young boy named Raynold wearing a makeshift helmet out of cloth and leather.
"What, no! We need to know what happens next!" He argues.
"Of course, of course, but I don't want to give you children nightmares. Besides, it's almost time for dinner meaning it's time for you all to wash up. Now go you lot. Be good and I'll finish the story tomorrow's dusk." He said and almost immediately the children disperse, running off the moment he allows them to leave. One of them stays behind, a little girl named Junia carrying a wooden puppet of a plated knight
"Mr. William, are the Knights real?" She asks and William was going to speak, but before he can an older Drakin, the oldest in the orphanage in fact speaks up.
"Of course not." Sunna speaks up. "It's just a story made by elders to scare children into behaving. There are no Knights of the Realms and the Purebloods are just a story." She said before looking at William. "Ain't that right?" William didn't really reply as he picks up Junia.
"Stories are based on legends and legends are based on realities. I like to think the Knights of the Realm are a bit of both. Now go do your chores. Jane & Aquario, you're helping the children wash up. Marka & Sunna, you're on stew duty." He tells them. "If you do your work fast then by bed we can start Flapping training." He tells the two before walking out of the room with Junia in tow.
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@Crow @Blue winter rose
In the washrooms, the orphans are expected to wash their legs, arms and hands before eating. There are two large metal buckets of warm water, heated by coal fire. The orphans were a rowdy bunch, as expected of children as they didn't like to wash up nor did they like to stay in human form long enough to actually get the washing done.
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@Alissa Ming
In the kitchen there were two large cast iron cauldrons over hot coal fires with water bubbling inside and a counter with many simple ingredients for the two Drakin to prepare. Potatoes, carrots, onions, as well many salted pounds of Neg meat. Sunna decides to prepare the vegetables leaving Marka with the meats to cut. As Sunna works she rants to Marka.
"William thinks that stories will improve our chances of being adopted. I say we should just let the kids know that the stories of Knights and heroes are nothing more then One-Horn droppings and teach them something practical like farming or logging. At least parents would have a reason to pick up a kid." Sunna grumbles. She cuts the peeled potatoes, onions and carrots into uneven threes and fours before dumping them into the pots of boiling water.
In the city of Alka, in the orphanage known as Lovely Faces, the children were taken inside as the sun slowly went down and the sky turns orange. Above the city Armored Drakin began taken off, making their rounds to keep the city safe from criminals and invaders alike. In bunk room of Lovely Faces orphanges, the youngsters were gathered around the orphanage's caretaker, a middle aged man with purple eyes, coal black hair, wearing a worn jersey and trousers. His hands are ragged and hard and his shoulders and face were broad, but he had a warm aura about him. Around him are the 20 residents of the orphanage, most in their human form but a few are in their dragon forms, but all were parentless. None were over 20 and only 4 were at or over the age of 14, prime Flapping age. He holds a large books of old stories and legends and reads a favored passage of the young ones out loud.
"Many centuries ago, there was a terrible war. A war that spanned all of Drurnax and the vile ones who waged this terrible war that scarred this great land was known as the Purebloods. The Purebloods had forged a mighty army of heartless, ruthless and cruel warriors and led a crusade against all who opposed them. They destroyed many cities and enslaved tens of thousands of Drakin. They stole everything they could take and burned everything they couldn't. Those who were captured were enslaved. Those who resisted were destroyed. Those who surrendered were forever crippled with their wings severed so that they can never threaten the Purebloods.
It wasn't until a great army was formed, a brave chapter united by their ideals to preserve all that is beautiful and sacred and protect all who were weak and innocent. They called themselves the Knights of the Realm and these thousands of warriors, courageous, strong and selfless, under the leadership of Grand Master Elzidon, met the bulk of the Pureblood's army and their King, Ragnus in the battle. They were outnumbered but fought with their all. When the battle was at its bleakest, all eyes were on Grand Master Elzidon and the Pureblood's leader Ragnus who were entangled in a vicious aerial battle. At the battle's climax, both bloodied and tired, the two charged at each other for a final attack.....shall I continue?" He asks, seeing that as always a few of the children seemed nervous and anxious. One of the children speaks up, a young boy named Raynold wearing a makeshift helmet out of cloth and leather.
"What, no! We need to know what happens next!" He argues.
"Of course, of course, but I don't want to give you children nightmares. Besides, it's almost time for dinner meaning it's time for you all to wash up. Now go you lot. Be good and I'll finish the story tomorrow's dusk." He said and almost immediately the children disperse, running off the moment he allows them to leave. One of them stays behind, a little girl named Junia carrying a wooden puppet of a plated knight
"Mr. William, are the Knights real?" She asks and William was going to speak, but before he can an older Drakin, the oldest in the orphanage in fact speaks up.
"Of course not." Sunna speaks up. "It's just a story made by elders to scare children into behaving. There are no Knights of the Realms and the Purebloods are just a story." She said before looking at William. "Ain't that right?" William didn't really reply as he picks up Junia.
"Stories are based on legends and legends are based on realities. I like to think the Knights of the Realm are a bit of both. Now go do your chores. Jane & Aquario, you're helping the children wash up. Marka & Sunna, you're on stew duty." He tells them. "If you do your work fast then by bed we can start Flapping training." He tells the two before walking out of the room with Junia in tow.
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@Crow @Blue winter rose
In the washrooms, the orphans are expected to wash their legs, arms and hands before eating. There are two large metal buckets of warm water, heated by coal fire. The orphans were a rowdy bunch, as expected of children as they didn't like to wash up nor did they like to stay in human form long enough to actually get the washing done.
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@Alissa Ming
In the kitchen there were two large cast iron cauldrons over hot coal fires with water bubbling inside and a counter with many simple ingredients for the two Drakin to prepare. Potatoes, carrots, onions, as well many salted pounds of Neg meat. Sunna decides to prepare the vegetables leaving Marka with the meats to cut. As Sunna works she rants to Marka.
"William thinks that stories will improve our chances of being adopted. I say we should just let the kids know that the stories of Knights and heroes are nothing more then One-Horn droppings and teach them something practical like farming or logging. At least parents would have a reason to pick up a kid." Sunna grumbles. She cuts the peeled potatoes, onions and carrots into uneven threes and fours before dumping them into the pots of boiling water.
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