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((Oh, I see. *Shuts up*))

Byran stood over Morym's shoulder, looking down upon his crudely drawn map. He looked at all the mountains, and the small blue cross in the middle of the map, marking their current position. Then, he looked at all the red dots around it, group especially at the north, the primary exit from where they were. "Looks like we're in quite a bad position," he said, sighing, remembering all the other forgotten taken by the Dragons.

(So, do we have a plot, a back story, or even just an objective? Do we start somewhere or just randomly come up with stuff as we go along? It might just be me but I feel like I could use a tiny bit more to work with.)

((here i am then, i tried to post earlier but somehow that post didn't go through...))

Name: Krän (pronounced Kra-en)
Species: Dragon
Age: 955
Appearance: A red-purple dragon that is bigger then a usual dragon, his teeth are big, his entire body is covered with darker stripes
Personality: kind, caring, though gets agressive and angry quickly
Other: With his older brother, he came, later then the original dragons, while they where still destroying the important. His brother got murdered by a chemical doctor.

Krän knew the remaining inhabitants of this planet were trying to save themselves from the dragons. His race don't destroy other life forms just for fun: since the beginning humans lived on the earth, they observed them and saw that they are not like the dragons; humans don't care about love, caring and such, they care about power and possesions. They evolved that much that they discriminated those who were not powerful enough. "What is the plan? These things are so small i even can't see them from the sky. If we fly low we take a risk of getting attacked by them, we underestimated them once already." Saying this, Krän thought of his brother.

[Well, objective is to kill the forgotten because you're hungry. That's really it. O_O I might come up with a back story/plot/anything when I'm a lot less tired, but as of now, we could take it as it's thrown.

You could start out as a dragon guarding somewhere, there even might be a dragon's treasure that the forgotten are trying to get. Which would make them the bad guys, but hey, work with me.

Anyone vote for dragon's treasure, or do we just want war?]

Morym nodded. "I agree," he answered huskily, "but our time is not yet. The dragons have yet to fall, and I'm thinking, at this very moment, of a way how. My grandfather lead our ancestors down here years before and since we have thrived. I have every intention of following in his footsteps, and I will not allow the forgotten - and his work - to fall." Morym had a power in his voice, a determination.

((i like the idea of a treasure that the humans want because they... just want it. That makes both side bad. ^_^ ))

(Treasure... Eureka! There is a lair high in the mountains where the dragons keep their most sacred treasures, and legend has it that one of those treasures has the ability to restore the human race. If the forgotton could get this artifact, along with the many other mythical items within the lair, they could return to their former glory and stand a chance against the dragons... hows that?)

((great! it contains gold, food, rare magical artifacts, and some kind of thing that the dragons MUST keep to keep them alive))

"And the bad things about these things is, is that they found our weakness. They know about the treasure." Krän said with slight anger in his voice. They did not know yet how much Forgotten there still were, so they needed enough guards to protect the treasure. "As i said, the forgotten may not be underestimated. They have plenty of ways they can steal the treasure." He then sighed and said to the other dragons he was guarding the dragon treasure with: "I suppose we're going to have to split up in teams."

(Sounds good, especially for my character, a thief!)

Deep underground, where no light could penetrate, Kivler slowly stalked along a dank corridor. The walls were thick with grime. Flaming torches set into brass brackets illuminated the way, and at the end of the corridor a large wooden door stood firmly shut. Kivler knew inside a secret meeting was taking place, yet he had been left out. Anger filled his mind. The life of a thief wasn't easy, and led to mistrust. Slowly Kivler approached the door, and slowly he reached for the dull brass doorknob. The door opened with a slight creak, and Kivlers red eyelids flicked shut over his pure white eyes. He leant back into the shadows, where he belonged. However, voices covered the sound of the creak, and Kivler released his breath slowly. He bent his head closer to the gap in the door, his ears desperately trying to pick up on what was being said.

Arynn stood at the side, watching the two looking over the map. She was intelligent- no one denied it, but with her huge eyes silvery-blue skin and long hair she always looked like she knew nothing at all. But that was not true. She had ideas, plans, wonders, buzzing through her mind night to day- but she rarely shared them, even the best of them. Arynn seemed almost more forgotten than any others- her eyes distantly gazing, though always seeing around her, her body leaning, almost sinking into the wall, though always alert, her aura relaxed though her ears were always listening. She stood up straighter, "Bryan, Morym-" she paused, her strong voice, with its soft tones filled the chamber. One slender finger pointed toward the door.

((Hm, what do you suppose the treasure site looks like? I was thinking deep within a cave or something. I'll start soon, I promise. x.x))

Byran caught sight of the heavy wooden door when he span round, just as it shut, with a loud bang. "Morym," he began, "I think we better see who we've got there." As Byran made his way towards the door, gesturing Morym to follow, to see what weasel had gotten into their meeting, probably the thief, Kivler, who was always trying to break in on their council.

Zin-Kylan ((No, he shall not have a nickname. )) roared with fury. Food supplies were running low in his kingdom, and there was nothing he could do about it. Except for finding the forgotten- which was nearly impossible right now. Humans and forgottens may be obsessed with gold and other posessions, but that didn't mean they were thick. The main reason Zin-Kylan was upset was because he wanted food immediately, and he couldn't have it. He wasn't used to his servants denying the opportunity to give him food. When he was younger, he was able to steal what he wanted, but he had a reputation now. His reputation was basically being very snobbish, but no one thought of him as a theif anymore.

"You!" he growled at a close dragon, "I want details on the forgotten and where they currently are and what we need to do to get to them."

((Somebody can be that dragon if they wish...))

((I kinda found a neat idea for the appearance of the lair where the treasures are located. Click here if you're curious.))

Bestial silhouettes dominated the weary sky, its once vivid blue now warm hues of exhausting oranges and reds. The mothering sun sank slothfully below the horizon, casting its final shed upon the rigid peaks of the daunting lair of the mighty dragons. Their unwavering watch upon the structure had always been assumed, for good reason, as many a sweeping eye was indeed cast upon it.

Between the two towering mountains, upon a titanic bridge of unfaltering rock sat a whelp, his silver coat laced within dying shades of the setting sun. Unbearably cute, however plagued with a wrongly bestowed worry. His gaze idled within the ensnaring skies above, a slipping silhouette falling into view from time to time. An enraged voice rang from a small distance away, demanding the whereabouts of the forever sought Forgotten. His mood suddenly fell in result, a sigh evidence.

Out of surprise, Tatsu reeled back in result of Zin-Kylan's outburst. He pushed forward with angry eyes before becoming calm once more.

"Sorry, but I don't have the faintest idea..." he replied.