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Summary:

Tempest is a young Arctic Oceanic Drake from a dying breed that’s been poached into near extinction for their ability to manipulate water. Since being liberated from the New Zealand royal navy’s control, he’s been roaming the seas alone for several years in hopes of seeking out other dragonkin.

Personality:

For the most part, he's a jovial type of being, lazy, and an idiot at times, rarely takes anything seriously. 

Abilities:

 

- Aquamancy -

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Tempest possesses an advanced form of water manipulation, being able to create tsunamis, summon hurricanes at will, conjure up storms, whirlpools, or shoot beams of pressurized water at either an enemy or prey. His skills even allow him to influence the water molecules in a person’s blood to a degree. For fast travel across the seas, he can manipulate the surrounding water to propel himself at unimaginable speeds below or above the surface.

- Ice Magic -

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Another unique trait his kind carries. This includes being able to cool his surroundings, freeze a selection of water, create hardened ice spikes that can be turned into projectiles, and cause a devastating hailstorm by freezing a small portion of the heavens. A common defense move used by him is creating thick ice walls.

 


Weather Manipulation - Like the rest of his kin, he can conjure up devastating storms and hurricanes. This allows him to flood entire towns and cities if given enough time. While weather control can be one of his most powerful abilities, it often burns out most of his magic depending on the scale it’s being done on.

Lightning Redirection - Exactly what it sounds like. Knowing basic Atomkinesis has enabled him to draw electrons from the atmosphere until they can be charged enough to create a brief bolt and be projected where he wishes. If not done correctly, Tempest can risk frying himself in the process or anyone around him. This rare attack move doesn’t change the fact he’s vulnerable to electricity naturally. This can only be used if a severe thunderstorm is present.

Weapons:

Poseidon’s Trident - A legendary item given to him by the God of the seas himself. This allows Tempest to use more special forms of water manipulation and can be used as a melee weapon while in human form. In addition, the Trident can break any Ocean bound curse or be used to alter the sea level.

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Appearance:

Tempest is roughly ninety-one feet in length from head to tail. Reflective azure scales cover most of his hulking form, with a golden underbelly and varying turquoise flippers. Three horns can be found bent back across his head almost like a trident, along with emerald serpentine irises, and webbed ears. While he lacks a pair of wings, two large fins remain on his back to keep him level in water. Gold spinal fins run down along his armored back and stop near the end of the tail.

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Long ago sea drake populations used to range in the hundreds per pod, arguably one of the ultimate apex predators with the exception of Leviathan. There were many different variations of them, from their unholy deep-sea cousins to freshwater species, tropic breeds, and many others throughout the globe. While their winged counterparts inland were being wiped out, their numbers in the wild remained unchanged for some time.

With the industrial age came the ultimate decline. As mankind's technology became more advanced, so did their weapons, and that enabled them to finally combat the aquatic dragons effectively despite their docile temperament. But this was not the root cause for their elimination: Pollution of the seas claimed more of their lives than humanity's crusade over could. As a direct result, most became biologically vulnerable and died of illness. All that contamination wiped out many of their pods. Tempest is one of the few survivors of this.

Prior to being forcibly separated from his mother, the juvenile of a drake was captured and had undergone training to serve the Navy for a new program they created. Though defiant at first, they managed to tame him when a woman named Diadena Hernandez was assigned to him as his handler. She succeeded in getting him to corporate and went on a number of missions with her Draconic partner. The two became emotionally attached after a period of time.

Once the news had spread of a decision to dissect him came about, Diadena removed his tracker and turned him loose. From there, he fled from the Naval base before migrating hundreds of miles away.

It was only later until the young Dovah heard a song coming from the shoreline. Something about that melody had drawn him towards it in ways that could not be described, other than an uncontrollable urge to confront it and be with whoever was singing it. The one responsible was what appeared to be a young brunette woman, who was too shocked to flee at the sight of him. In his seemingly delusional state, Tempest showered her with affection in the form of licks, nuzzles, and even attempting to hold her. As if knowing he'd be in danger just for staying out there in the open, she chose to travel and run off with him.

Whether his love for her became willing or was a long-term side effect of her sings, the two became an inseparable pair who got in and out of trouble together.

He was a Sea Dragon, she was a Siren, and neither one had a place to call home.

Together they became an unlikely duo, like two fugitives who had no one but each other to rely on.

As they carried on together, the two became increasingly frustrated with the size difference between them, it almost became a sort of barrier. To compensate for this, he drained the Siren's blood and replaced it with his own, which held some magical properties that could convert another into one of his kind. As a result, Clarion instead became a sea serpent. It was through him that she learned how to hunt prey with her new lifestyle. Them migrating together became a daily routine.

. . .

Sometime prior to meeting a man who forged an adopted family of monsters, something terrible happened that forced their group to disband. In the midst of all that chaos, Tempest and his mate Clarion were unable to locate each other quickly enough and fled separately. Just like last time, he was required to travel alone for a second time.

Hopefully for the last.

 As for his whereabouts, Tempest is currently on an endless migration, whether it be in search of Clarion, the family, or to seek something else. With no one left to turn to, he conceals himself from any boats or ships that would draw attention to himself. He'll frequently roam in shallow waters, and is known to occasionally take on human form to explore any populated coasts thanks to a special transformation powder.

 

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Alternative Muses:

Answerer:

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One of Tempest's surviving siblings, who was captured by Onyx Corp, had his memories wiped, received heavy augments for combat, and trained to be paired with a handler/rider. Like all augmented water drakes, Answerer mostly lacks a personality and only knows how to follow orders due to the brainwashing inflicted by his captors. He has a difficult time when it comes to independent thought.

Now without a rider, the modified brute actively seeks out another in hopes of being given a purpose again, unable to contemplate the idea of choosing his own path or going against what his mind was programmed to do. Anyone with a resemblance to his prior handler, even just personality-wise, is likely to be approached. It's not uncommon for someone to react negatively before Answer either retaliates or continues on.

When interacting with others, one of three things are likely to happen: Either assisting them, eliminating the one in question, or simply ignore said individual. Avoid falling into the wrong category unless he can be subdued.

Trua:

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Being a former prince from a long-lost empire, Trua is a hybrid between an Eastern dragon and a European sea drake, able to wield both water and air-manipulation-based magic. This has enabled him to take to the skies, in addition to being amphibious.

Despite the incredible feats he's capable of, he is unusually small for a Dragon, being only twenty feet long from head to tail. The former royalty suffers from amnesia, unable to remember his past. To make matters worse, he often experiences back problems due to the disproportionate amount of weight on his spine from his body structure, also mute from an injury he received to his vocal cords.

It's common for him to hide his walking disability from others, which affects him even in human form, often choosing to sit in a wheelchair when possible, or swim in water while in his true appearance to reveal the strain on his bad spine. Others may find out from him hurting himself by accident or abruptly stopping during a lengthy walk.

To communicate with others since he's mute, Trua will either use sign language, or physically write words into soil or paper if someone doesn't know it.

 

Mel:

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Being a biological uncle to and the same species as Tempest, Mel is an ancient sea drake who is also Trua's father, in addition to being the former leader of his now long lost pod. Said beast is very well composed due to being literally thousands of years old, he is both the oldest, largest, and most wise member of his kind, often being a father-like figure to those around who befriended him.

Having vast experience in combat, he is a prodigy with water-manipulation magic. It is said that wherever Mel is present, a great tropical storm will follow, and that his aquamancy is so advanced, that he can separate the hydrogen from oxygen, and ionize it to create a burning hot plasma, which can be fired in beams. Mel is also highly proficient in the use of cryomancy since ice is just water in a different form. Despite how devastating most of his ranged attacks can be, the big guy prefers getting up close and personal during a brawl. Very heavy explosives are needed to pierce his armored scales.

Due to his massive size, only large prey is sought after, often favoring large species of sharks (including Great Whites), walruses, and rays. One exception to this is sea lion pups, which he finds sweeter in terms of taste. Despite hunting all sorts of marine life, he does not prey on humans or two-legged beings.

Birthday:

July 7


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  • A yelp of pain escaped her rosy lips as that creature’s claws tore into her torso. In response, she would hear Tempest’s shrieks. No words were spoken by either, yet the emotions expressed were grief, rage, terror, and all in between. When Zoriko finally managed to slip through it’s iron grip, she’d manage to set it ablaze, the temperatures in her immediate vicinity exceeding 200F. This heat would not harm Zoriko, but likely anyone else.

    Now kneeling to the ground, she noticed in the corner of her eyes, a familiar cobalt light, enveloping Tempest’s silhouette, a human body transforming into its feral form. A smirk grew on her lips, before a sharp jolt of pain would immediately take it away. Zoriko stayed there, unable to move, conserving her energy, charging for an inevitable round two. Once she realized what was about to happen, she attempted to speak.

    But instead of a voice, came a few rigid breaths as she struggled to get out her words. Finally when she could, amidst sharp breaths, her raspy voice, which had now dropped an additional octave, was attempting to warn Tempest of the extreme heat surrounding the demon. But inherently it was too late, and all that escaped her mouth was “TEMPEST, NO!”. Yet her words came delayed, and Tempest had already sprung into action. Knowing she would be unable to speak with her mouth, she began concentrating, perhaps, she could reach his mind, to give him a message. Concentrating, she picked up thoughts from a voice that sounded similar to his, and immediately began projecting her message.

    Do not act so rash, this is what it wants. I’ll be okay. All armour has a weak spot, and it’s important that we find his, with a bit of patience, we can’t lose you to your rage”

    Tempest’s claws began to sizzle from the immense heat, a shriek leaving him. Zoriko, still holding her spot then watching as he began to tear into the demon, tearing his shoulder clean from it’s socket. Then, running backward to follow her instructions. Tears fell down her partially scaled face, probably the visual representation of fear and now some regret.

    In accordance to their plan, she projected her flames onto its warped body, watching as one of nature’s best weapons began to tear it apart, the goo that would be his skin literally melting and dripping. The ear shrilling cries eventually began to dim, but only to Zoriko, as she realized her body was trying to fall into unconsciousness. In her spot, a small pool of blood had formed, gradually growing larger. Her porcelain skin grew ghastly pale, her complexion somewhat going grey. Resisting it with all her might, the remaining skin along her arms and legs became pearlescent scales, this change visible as the cardigan that was covering this skin was now draped tightly around her waist. The ends of her hair was also stained red, stuck together, fused by the liquid.

    Finally when the beast seemed to have fallen, Zoriko heaved a sigh of relief letting her guard down slightly as Tempest moved toward it, in order to seal it for good. A deceision that could have been fatal. Almost immediately, the creature sprung out at Tempest, attacking him. But how could this be? The beast was literally on fire. The brawl led them out of her line of sight, but a brief moment of  silence was followed by the sound of explosives, and a massive thud as Tempest landed.

    Of what little Zoriko could see, she did notice however, that he too was injured. Cursing, under her breathe, angry that her ability to heal was so rusty, like an illusion it almost did not exist. Some of the injuries he'd sustained were due to her own negligence, the sloppiness of her attacks. She'd thought back to her mother, and to the mage of the elven village, they'd taught her to attack without leaving a trace and here she was doing precisely the opposite, and now her partner was hurt. Raising blood stained hands, she wiped away the tears on her face, leaving streaks of blood in its wake.

    Within moments, the creature made its way to her, grabbing her by her head and lifting her up. Her body, having nothing to support her weight, was now just hanging by its ominous grip, and this minor stretching caused immense pressure on her wound which began oozing fresh blood. The would itself began expanding, and fresh blood was now not only dripping down her side, but down her arm and back as well, perhaps only her face remaining untouched. A claw was raised up, placed directly in front of her chest, and she shrieked a loud, high pitched roar, of pain, and fear, but still of determination, she was too stubborn to lose her life to the hands of this monster.

    Adrenaline coursed through her veins once more, numbing the pain slightly, as she cupped her left arm by the wound on the left of her torso, collecting some blood, and then throwing it into the eye sockets of the beast, an idea that may save her life in a bit. The beast did not eyes for the blood to burn, but she watched as her blood trickled down what is its face, and down its neck. Finally, Zoriko wiped the blood off her hands, on whatever remaining cloth on her was still dry, and allowed a flame to form in one, and a ball of lightning in the others. Eyes that had gone dim earlier, as now illuminated a brilliant ember glow.

    Time seemed to slow down as the creature’s claws pulled back slightly in order to drive itself into her chest, and just as it made contact with the scales adorning her chest, she brought her hands up to grab it, feeding both flames and lightning onto the beast.  Lightning was channeled onto her blood that she spilled on the demon, and flamed began spreading everywhere else. Blood was mostly water and iron, and thus excellent conductors of electricity. But as she delivered this attack, her ruby hues picked up the gleam from something moving quickly, and before she could process what it was, the beast’s head went rolling off, as the rest of its body was finally, engulfed in flames, and now dissolving away. Zoriko finally fell out of it’s grip and fell to the ground, easily landing in a kneeling position, just as before, one hand on the ground, and the other clutching her side.

    When she looked up, it was the armoured figure, offering her a hand. Her brows furrowed slightly, weary of him, her ember hues scanning his figure carefully, before extending her bloody hands, only for him to help her to her feet quite carefully. Though she was stumbling in her step a bit, she took a step backward, away from the armoured man, and toward Tempest.

    Her voice was a bit hushed, “But, why? I… tried to kill you…?”  Then, immediately looking over to Tempest for answers.

    A physical message would be brought out, requesting the two to feign ignorance. Looking up at the armour clad figure, she gave a single, stern nod, conveying a mutual understanding. She then trotted over to one of the walls of the ship, not even shifting her gaze, in an attempt to pretend the armoured creature didn't exist. Attempting to sit, she bent her legs slightly, only for it to stretch her wound, and send jolts of pain. Yelping out silently, she leaned back against the wall, resting her head against it, but still standing. It was obvious that whoever he was, Tempest trusted him, and so she kept watch, observing, yet not quite giving him the benefit of the doubt. After all this, she didn’t quite trust, but at the same time she wasn’t quite capable of stopping him, and so she left it to Tempest. Once again, Zoriko found that her vision was blurring in and out, like a camera shutter, struggling to focus. But with all her might, she kept herself conscious. She began to draw some of the power from the pendant hanging around her neck.

    Whatever it was that was going to happen next, it had to happen quickly so they could leave without alarming the humans in the vicinity, the media that was hungry for a story just like this.

  • For just this once, Zoriko was able to put her grievances aside to truly focus on the matter at hand (it only took 5 centuries). Patches of scales adorned her skin, glistening in the moonlight that was poking through the gaps of the deteriorating vessel. Apart from her scales and the pitch in her voice, she had maintained the rest of her human features. Though she looked a bit strange, she was clad in true armour, one which would protect her in the endeavor coming, the last battle. 

    She nodded in response to Tempest's, using it to gain some motivation, that indeed they will get out of the vessel. Onward now, the two assumed their positions, while Tempest worked his magic, she worked her own. Her arms here out in front of her, bent, so that her hands were in front of her. They were made into fists, with her index fingers up. If his magic ability was strong enough, he would see that she was charging her fingers with electicity, forming as a hyper heated ball at her finger tips. The ember glow in her eyes now radiating, as she just stood there, patiently waiting for her signal.

    This concentration enveloped her senses, her world going quiet amidst the battle ensuing between Tempest and the beast. Her bolts would be reaching its pinnacle in just mere moments from the present one. Thus she was a bit late in noticing the incoming strike from her opponent. It grabbed Zoriko, lifting her petite figure off the ground slightly. A yelp of pain escaped Zoriko as she instinctively placed her hyper heated hands onto the surface of it's molten body, charring it, thus loosening its grip on her. When the chance came a second later, she jumped out of its grasp, her ivory shirt now bearing a growing red stain, sourcing from a large gash at the right side of her waist. Adrenaline was now coursing through her veins which subdued any and all pain that generally would be associated, and thus, without much of a pause, she took off her cardigan, and wrapped it tightly around her waist.

    The then brought her hands to her side, her palms facing outwards, the powerful bolts now materializing. These bolts were a bit difficult from the last as not only were these super heated, and charged with more electricity, she also placed fragments of her energy and the energy she drew from her alexandrite pendant. Within moments, she got Tempest's signal, as he yelled for her to take action. The creature's mouth was filled with water, his silhouette flooded. 

    "Percfect" she muttered, as she took aim and sent her bolts out into its mouth. At once, the electricity began coursing through his body, causing it to twitch rapidly. 

    "TEMPEST! I NEED A POOL OF WATER ONLY AROUND ITS FEET, NOW!" she urged him. When he would start to do as she asked, she immediately produced a small flame upon her palm. The flame was blue, and the second hottest flame she could produce. When a pool formed at his feet, not spreading across the floor, she immediately placed her palm out in front of her mouth, literally blowing the flame onto the creature's body. From the point of impact, which was its chest, the flame spread across his body, using fragments of Zoriko's energy to join with the lightning. The sight was one to behold, as they would see flames dancing around his body. Whatever this creature was made of, it was definitely flammable. Water was requested at his feet to douse the electric flames, preventing them from setting the ship abalze, thus locking them in an inferno of magic. A few moments passed, and Zoriko's energy had been used up, thus allowing the flames to die down a bit, it's now charred body falling into the pool of water beneath it. 

    The adrenaline rush had now done its course as Zoriko finally began wincing of pain, her breathing becoming heavy and fast, beads of sweat forming upon her porcelain forehead. 

    She struggled to get out words, but when she could she would request Tempest to finish off the beast. "Form.. a thick thick block of ice around his body, before he gets the chance to rise..." Taking multiple large breathes, her knees finally buckled as she knelt to rhe ground, her free hand suppoting her weight. Her Ember eyes went serpentine, as she spoke further, instructing him to work quickly, so as to not give him a chance to rise. "The magic... the one in this ship, has not spread out of it, and likely will not later. Thus, even if this vile thing escapes after we do, it still cannot harm us, and since this magic does not affect.... humans, they too will be safe inside.... please"

    Finally, tears formed in her eyes, and streaked down her face, as the brunt of the pain began to pulse at her side. 

    She sat there, hoping, and praying that they could leave, for she feared the worst if that creature or even another one were to appear.

  •  “As would I.” Spencer responded, a half smile to casual tone of the thought. He would have more than a few words. Questions, exclamations, tears and more. The thought of such an event came to mind with its own glory, only slightly overshadowing the underlying fact that she had come to rest in the first place. “And until she may… I will tend to the library and its needs. Keep an eye on Zoriko, needless to say…” His eyes drifted upward as if he wasn’t done with his list. There was checking in on Lenn, from time to time. Making sure the man wasn’t left too solely to his own devices.

     “I know not the lifespans of most dragons I have met. The numbers… I’m certain they are hard to fathom.” He commented, a tangent in the making as he thought on it with a shake of his head. “I hope to be spared such a long time. How they bear to see their Riders come and pass, their surroundings changing… a couple lives worth and I find myself hardly able to bear it.”

    As his voice quieted near the end of his words, he felt a familiar feeling overtake him. Before melancholy could take hold he shook it from his mind and cast a glance back upward to Tempest. “We shall see… perhaps once we have our answers of our ‘visitor’ upon the coast.” His eyes cast back over his shoulder briefly, listening in as the drake explained. A smile came from it, despite the morbid result of the trick. His eyes dropped to his boots as they walked. “Water is among the purest elements. They once thought it to be one of the purest substances to which materials could be broken down unto. In the essence of using water for magic purposes, it contains energy well. It transfers it, thus in healing, it requires less energy of the mage wielding it. Something said to be cleansing and soothing when used in such a manner. Strong, powerful, relentless in its movements… also fluid. It flows with the ease emotions and yet can be just as stubborn… Think of humankind and their religions. How often the element is seen at their base understanding of the elements. How it is used for purification as far as Christianity and their so-called holy water. To the temples where the devout wash their feet upon entering…”

    Half of a smile swept across his face and He gave the mess of hair atop his head another brushing of his hand for good measure. “Personally… I prefer it in my tea.”

    Silence persisted for the duration of their walk up to the ruin-like setting. He waited, rather patiently, letting the other take in the sight before explanation would be received. One had the right to discover for themselves. As if he had been waiting all along, when Tempest posed the question, he turned his shoulders towards the buildings ever so slightly. He examined them as if they were fresh to his eyes, a sweeping glance going over the decrepit rooves and pathways left. He then shifted silver hues forward. “Welcome to Arzian. The Riders’ keep, the settlement which once housed many of those whom associated with the dragons. Their families, and so on.” He gave a brief shrug. “Arzian, admittedly existed well before my time in the territory… seldom did I find myself within its walls. It was a place of comradery for a generation or so passed. I take time in upkeep for a select one or two buildings.”

    “We’re none too far from our destination, more importantly so. Perhaps we can find answers to Our leviathan visitor.”

  • Her lightning enveloped them, traveling up their bodies, almost appearing like flames swallowing an object in slow motion. Yet in hindsight, flames likely would have been the better option. At the very last second, Zoriko showed mercy by allowing them to suffer a bolt that would let them live, albeit in quite a bit of pain for a while. With her signal, Tempest did as he was told and froze them only at the feet. Her premonitions about the lightning were correct for the armoured being whose shock was indeed amplified by the deadly combination, however, she wasn't too sure about the goopy one. 

    Her intentions were to freeze them in place so that she could investigate them, however it would appear that Tempest had a completely different idea. Such would be made clear when he would frantically insist Zoriko to run with him, away from this ship. Tempest began sprinting, but Zoriko stood in front of the beast for a few moments, guilty, until the sound of Tempest skidding brought her back to her senses. She gave the beings one last look, contrite, fully aware that atleast one of them would be able to break free, and that she would have to come up with a solution to the mess she had a part in ensuing.

    Only this time, they may not have the luxury of showing mercy 

    She took off after Tempest, trailing slightly behind him as he ran in front of her, conserving what little energy she had left. Upon arriving at a massive gaping hole in the rotting floorboards, Zoriko turned her head as if on cue with Tempest's. Zoriko's heart nearly fell into her stomach when she caught a glimpse of the demonic presence behind them. Panic finally settled, as Zoriko's calm expression finally broke into a fearful one, her eyes glistening with tears, and herself shivering. However it was reassuring to see that for the most part, Tempest wasn't panicing as she was. Instead he helped her, like a good partner, helping her escape, and helping her get over the wood. Finally, they reached the edge of the liner. They were able to halt now, as there was no where else to run on this boat, and the only option seemed to be running off it. Zoriko was breathing heavily, and would probably not be able to run very fast after this, should the need arise. The glow in her eyes had dimmed a bit, a direct representation of her energy.

    Her mind was racing with thoughts,

    "If only i didn't waste all of my energy protecting ourselves from Emmy" 

    "If only I was a bit stronger"

    "What about the media people on the port? Did her presence attract beasts that escaped? No no, spirits cannot escape the spot in which they passed, and demons would have left a long time ago"

    "Where could the goopy demon have come from? Were they on the ship the whole time? or did they spawn just now?"

    Her mind begged answers to these questions. Answers they didn't have. Dozens more thoughts spiralled in her head, overwhelming the dragonness some more.

    She turned to Tempest, opening her mouth to say something, stopping shortly as Tempest began speaking instead. But before she would, they were interrupted by a peculiar noise, and when she turned her head, she saw him, the demon, practically waiting to be engaged. When Tempest suggested fighting it, Zoriko looked up at him, the glow in her eyes had practically vanished, and then looked away.

    "I...I'm sorry...."

    She started. She slouched her shoulders a bit, and bit her lip slightly, as if stalling for time, time they clearly did not have the luxury of wasting. 

    "I was weak Tempest, I showed it mercy, I thought maybe if I scared it, it would back off as most of my enemies have done. But not anymore. You're right, if this creature had anything to tell us, it would have done so by now, so I think we've given it the one chance, and now it's time to end this and get out of here."

    As she spoke, Zoriko's vision went slightly blurry, and her face went ghostly pale. But before anything else, she closed her eyes, stumbling a bit in her step. Her porcelain skin transformed into scales, but not all the way. Her scales came in a few large patches down her arms, legs, and neck, though mostly concealed by her clothing. Her face remained relatively untouched except for a patch on her left cheek. Not only this but her complexion had changed as well. When she opened her eyes, unbeknownst to her, they were glowing bright like embers. Her brows furrowed, and her expression took on a slightly more serious look. Her head wasn't spinning anymore, and so she regained a bit of her confidence and composure. She gave Tempest a slight smirk.

    "Let's do this" she spoke, her voice had dropped a bit, it wasn't as raspy as her draconian voice, but it definitely was not high pitched like her human one. Zoriko's eyes went wide when she heard and felt the change in pitch, immediately lookingdown at herself to notice that nothing had changed. Confused, she first turned her palms towards her then away, looking at her hands that didn't seem to have changed. Then, finally noticing the change in complexion, she immediately pulled up her left sleeve, revealing her arm, with patches of pearlescent scales. She did the same to her other arm, then her legs. She had transformed only partially, a subconcious act by her body trying to conserve the energy she used for her glamour, in order to allow her to use it for the impending threat that was looking practically above their heads at this point.  

    Confused, she look toward Tempest for answers he likely would not have. This had never happened before and so she was in a bit of a shock. All of this happened in approximately a minute's time, because when she finally snapped into reality, she remembered that there was indeed a demon in the room, and so she took a battle stance, this time charging her hands with lightning that took white in colour, the hottest her body could conjure. The silence in the air lingered for a bit, as the demon in front of them went silent, probably just obeserving, if it would see throught those sockets. 

    Looking up at Tempest, she spoke, hushed and rather quickly:

    "This lightning drains me very quickly, and so I only have a few shots. I need you to take all the moisture out of the immediate surroundings and douse only the demon, we will try this again but this time.... no mercy." Her voice, took a very indignant tone, and as Zoriko charged her hands with the deadly bolt, her eyes only brightened. She had faith in her mind that this trick would work as it did partially work the first time. This time, she upped his dosage, she was intending it to be fatal, however also not allowing her mind to dwell on that thought.

    "I'm ready when you are, partner"

     

  • “Skya..?” Spencer question when it was spoken, a wayward glance going to Tempest. “She dwells within the mountain, yet in slumber. Upon my last return, after traveling for some time, I had visited. With the… events that transpired following her Rider’s health… she fell to slumber.” He alluded. It was a story far longer than what would answer his question. “And so she sleeps. Her den remains overtaken by the plant life of the area. A shrine, if you will. A visit is taken now and again.” A melancholic smile was visible for a brief moment of time. “Now and then I stumble upon her Rider in the trees. He may stay from time to time. Yet it is quite a trip from the city to the heart of this territory.”

     “A shame it is… truly.” Spencer spoke his thoughts before his mind could dwell on it. That was where he had landed upon. His tone of voice came not a shaming, yet. More so in sympathy. “And yet… the lifespan of a dragon is remarkable. If you are no different, then you have ample time to learn. Perhaps to be taught.” Silence persisted where his head tipped back, looking upwards to the sky. Attempting to gather thoughts on just where his words would go next. “Of water magic… I know some. I have found it primarily for healing purposes. Although it is strenuous… it is far more strenuous to command water than flame, for example. Fire is a living, breathing entity. That energy comes forward to the caster as an aid. Water, no… one must breathe life into it.” Spencer… was rambling. Now and again he recognized himself to do so, this was no different. A sheepish grin spread across his face.  “And yet… old man or not, dare I preach of your very own element?”

    Watching the element be manipulated, it was a weight off his shoulders. Literally so, as the water left little by little, restored to as he had once been. His gaze lingered on Tempest after his sentiments to the matter were given, paused at the grin the drake wore across his maw. A brow raised, an expression expectant of mischief on his face. At the suggestion… well, it clicked. Spencer’s eyes cast themselves upward… slowly. Stopping at the lock of hair he could see sticking upright immediately. He laughed wholeheartedly a hand was raised up, fingers lacing through it. He gave it a tousle, returning to… well, the more recognizable mess he was used to.

     “All in all… I suppose they are. Raiya and I reside without our partners. Lenn makes his visits to Skya’s keep as I had mentioned. Many of the younger, however, have moved on from the territory to travel, as they should have. I could not tell you of the whereabouts.” Names escaped him over time, inevitably. Some he deemed irrelevant. Others, he turned his mind away from. Spencer’s eyes were forward as they walked, the wilderness growing more and more recognizable as they soon found themselves along a path. Although time had taken it over, it was notably wide, branches no longer growing out on either side of them where passing dragons had detoured them.

    Ahead of them, the skeletons of old buildings were visible, built of stone, reclaimed by the moss and vines that were now in lesser health following the winter. Stone walls stood, to Spencer’s torso in some places, higher in others. A settlement of sorts; the Rider’s keep. Built not by beast, but two-legged kind. It was far older than he. While most buildings lingered as abandoned, for the most part, one or two seemed semi-maintained. It was as much as Spencer had the energy for. However… they would keep walking. Walking around the perimeter of such a place, and oddly, he didn’t speak to it, knowing the drake would be quick to question.

  • For a moment, Zoriko and Tempest were caught shedding tears at the tragedy that had befallen this ship, but alas, it was gone now, put to rest several centuries ago, all but one piece of this puzzle that was put together just momnts ago, enabling them to view the bigger picture. She placed her hand on Temp's shoulder, an act of consolance, and began to speak. "Emmy, she did not know who she was either. She's just a kid Tempest, she acted like a child because in death didn't have anything restricting her. In life, she was stopped from acting like anything less than a dignified woman of nobility, but in death, she roamed without her memories of such etiquette. She understood Tempest, and she went on without regrets." Tears flowed down her own rosy face, until her thoughts were interrupted by the clanking of heavy metal.

    And soon, they came face to face with....a suit of armour? In what seemed to be just a moment, Tempest had a Trident in his hands, and the armour having a scythe. Following this waws Temp openly yelling their species out to the thing to which Zoriko snapped her head in his direction giving him a look that begged the question 'what the hell do you think you're saying?!', without actually speaking.

    But before the dragoness could express these thoughts, she was interrupted yet again with a loud shriek, and turned around to find black goop on the ground, slowly assembling itself into a demonic being. This frightened Zoriko immensley, and so she responded. Her slender figure took on a battle stance, and her hands at either side, charged with electricity. She had to be careful with this one, the boat was made of wood. The bolts would remain invisible for now, atleast until she would be able to guage her guest's magic ability. Fear, is among the best and worst weapons. Fear can allow its recipient to tap into strengths and abilities they would be unable to otherwise. Fear can also be a reason to make fatal mistakes in haste. Fear was indeed controlling her emotions for now, but for the most part she kept her composure, avoiding action until she was absolutely certian. Her hands remained charged as a self defense measure, and slowly she watched as the goop shifted until it resembled a figure, and finally a boney mask for a face. 

    The armoured figure began to charge, and Zoriko held her hands outward a bit more, it allowed easy contact if necessary, while still protecting herself. She watched in horror as the armoured created leaped directly over them to enage the other creature. A fight ensued, and Tempest and Zoriko were left to watch in horror, as they fought, Tempest occasionally deflecting attacks that may have accidentaly come their way.

    Finally a piece of armour would be broken and cast off his body, rolling to her feet, only to reveal that it, whatever it was, had no head. Zoriko's face went pale, as chills were sent down her spine. Her eyes however, remained at a bright crimson glow, her figure not trembling in reaction. At this point, adrenaline would be coursing through her veins, as she prepared herself for anything at this point. 

    Her mind soon filled itself with questions of science, iron conducts electricity, but not very well. Her bolts would not completely pass through it, and so hitting him with iron would momentarily paralyze him, IF and only if that armour was part of him. If it were a being simply wearing armour, it would pass through and likely not affect him. As for the goop, the first thing that came to mind was rubber, which does not conduct electricity at all. 

    Zoriko's crimson hues widened as she came to a realization that they were in a boat surrounded with water, and that this same water bore ints presence in the thick humidity around them. Her magic had certain limitations though, and pulling water from their surroundings was among things she probably could not do at this point, and so she needed some help. The beings seemed to have paused, and thus she needed to act fast.

    Her voice became a hushed whisper as she called out to Tempest. And when she would have his attention, she quickly explained her thoughts, or rather only what she wanted him to do.

    "I have no time for explanation, the two beings seemed to have paused. I need you to douse both of them with water, and when I give you a signal, I need you to freeze their legs in place, with ice. If they resist, you freeze their upper bodies as well, understood?" Without a moment wasted, Zoriko immediately charged her hands with a bolt of blue lighting, one that would be visible, and not as strong. The dose of electricity was not aimed to kill, but enough to paralyze them.

    As soon as Tempest would douse them with water, she would strike both of them, paralyzing them in their spot, perhaps even burning them slightly, depending on the sensitivity of their "flesh". Right after striking them, she would scream "TEMPEST NOW!!!!!" so that he would take the initiative to freeze their feet. 

    Whether Tempest would allow her to do as she wished in this moment of battle, however, fell into her hands. Would he trust her tactics? Or resort to melee?

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  • Once she had managed to get out of the hole in the floor, the colorless, concern-clad expression Tempest wore would be the first to greet her. In response, a slight smile and a nod would be given, just to reassure him that she was fine, atleast for the time being. The cardigan she wore was a deep plum, and thus was able to hide the stains of blood, and any other visible marks would be concealed by the dim lighting of the ship. In fact, the onlt light they had was from the moon light outside, and the slight glow that the barrier gave them. Zoriko's night vision was strong, and thus did not need any light source. As they proceeded on, Zoriko's ears picked up a faint clanking sound in the distance, but disregarded it. She considered it a figment of her imagination or perhaps the sound of something else collapsing. Either way, she wasn't concerned. 

    When they arrived at the double doors, holding each handle, Zoriko would comment about the elegance of the door itself, noting that it seemed ageless. With another nod, she heaved the door open, and gestured Tempest to do the same. The doors were heavy, but despite their age, and how long they were sitting there closed, they opened with relative ease. This did not sit well with the dragoness who at this point had a pit forming in her stomach. She was injured, weakened, and not in the best state to fight at the moment. Once the doors were open, she allowed herself in, and signalled Tempest to follow. Once they were in, the doors closed slowly behind them with an ominous squeaking made from the hinges. Of all things to symbolize signs of age, indeed it turned out to be just the thing that would send chills down her spine, as the squeaking of a hinge was never a pleasant sound. Taking a deep breathe, she turned to Tempest to explain some things to him. 

    "I get a feeling here, that we will accomplish what he have come to do, but Tempest, I can no longer sustain a barrier, and so I will use this time to recuperate my magic in the event of an emergency. Just know that my pendant will alert us in advance, atleast by 3 seconds."

    When she finally looked up, and around themselves, they would see a large ballroom, even larger than the one they found Emmy in. This one was probably the main party hall. Remnants of large candelabras were scattered around, whether it was a dusty, soot-ridden silhouette, or just a broken one on the ground. But there was one more thing she was incredibly uneasy about. Looking about them, it was fairly obvious what had happened; a fire had broken out.

    "Why, was only the door showing no signs of aging, this room, looks just as tattered as the rest of this boat, then why...?" 

    Zoriko slowly walked to her right, a broken candelabra in front of her, and a set of stairs to its right. She sat in front of it, and with a gentle touch, the image of a room illuminated before her eyes. She gestured Tempest to sit beside her, as she used her other hand to transfer the vision over to him. Perhaps he would notice something she didn't, that would ultimately lead them to Emmy. Round dining tables scattered around the room, leaving the center open. Each table was large enough to fit about eight guests. The North end of the room, had a large rectangular table that had multitudes of foods and an even larger varieties of drinks, both alcoholic and not. On either end were two candelabras, both larger and even more elaborate than the ones around the interior walls. The walls themselves were a beautiful crimson color, one that begged royalty. This gathering was not for ordinary people, but for the nobility of their time. Looking aorund now, her gaze went upwards where there were balconies, exactly three on each wall, except the one south, which had one large one. Each one to oversee the bustling party. 

    Allowing herself to focus on the attendees, she looked for a woman, aged around 20, whose hair was tied in a braid down her back, stopping at her waist. Emmy presumably died in the clothes she was currently wearing, which would be a form fitting yellow dress, with a white hem, and some embroidered floral patterns on the skirt. Her eyes darted to each balcony, hoping to find her among a more isolated crowd, but to no avail. Finally, some clues were given as a girl with blonde ringlet curls ran by, sitting next to a boy with chocolate brown hair. Her physical features went over Zoriko's head, but she did take notice of the woman's hand, which unmistakenly had the same ring on her finger. This lady was Emmy's friend, and the man was her brother, finally a lead. The woman looked at the ring, and then up at the balcony directly above her, and waved to someone who's face she could not quite make out. The blonde woman then proceeded to point to her hand with the ring, then giving a somewhat dejected look, she waived a fleeting good bye to her fiancee before excitedly running up the stairs, only for him to follow.

    Zoriko then took her hand off of the piece, ending the illusion. Thinking out loud, she hypothesized that Emmy was probably trying to communicate with a friend, who might have been Emmy. If her fiancee followed, it means he knew the person she was trying to talk to, and in both cases, Emmy was a strong possibility. Without another word, Zoriko would briskly walk over to the stairs, and climb up as fast as she could. As she walked up the spiralling stairs, one thing would not leave her mind; the burnt looking exterior of the place seemed to have only spared this stairwell. That thought immediately left her when she got up the stairs, and noticed three skeletons on the ground. All three were holding hands. 

    Zoriko looked around and called out to Emmy, only to realize that she had vanished. She looked around, no traces of Emmy, until she looked down and saw her sitting, with her ghastly hand overlapping with a skeleton hand.

    Zoriko crouched next to her, and asked her if this was the one, to which Emmy nodded. Tears welled up in her eyes, as Emmy stood up. As if magic, her appearance began to look more human like, almost as if you would reach out and actually touch her. But she was still a ghost. 

    "Thank you Zoriko, Tempest. I... I... remember now. This is all I wanted."

    A tear fell down Emmy's rosy cheeks, and a pause in her movement allowed Zoriko to get a good look at her. Her hands had blackened blisters, and so did her neck. Her face had soot all over it, and her dress was tattered at the seams. Zoriko herself began to tear up, as she slowly realized exactly how this ship went down, but before she could ask for answers, Emmy began to speak.

    "Here are the answers you sought, perhaps this is the only gift I can give before I leave. This boat went down because of a man who held a great importance in my life, the man who raised me. Though he was my father, I cannot come to call that despicable man my own. He was against the love of my brother, as he loved the daughter of one of our butlers. That man, we called him Remi, he practically raised my brother and I, and so it made sense that he fell in love with her, and she and I were close friends. My father, wanted each of us to marry into royalty, and so he held this party, with the intentions of forcing my brother into a marriage with the princess of this country, and I would soon wed the crown prince. This boat has been hibernating for several centuries you see, just frozen in time." 

    Emmy sat down, and patted the ground, signalling her audience to do the same, and so Zoriko followed suit. As she explained on, emotions coursed through her words, as tears rolled down both their cheeks. 

    "I helped my brother, I wanted her to be my sister you see, and I thought once I married the crown prince that I would give them asylum in the palace walls, safe from any harm, but unfortunately things did not go my way. Father wanted to kill Uncle Remi, and Mary, my friend, on the same day as my brother would propose to her majesty. Of course I kept Mary with me, so that when the time would come, he would propose to her, and he did. Things were going my way until she came to show me her ring. We tried to leave, intending to get an escape boat and leave, but the door to this stariwell was locked. When we went back up,we saw that the ballroom was engulfed in flames, and rather than escape, we faced our fates, and thus passed here. I know not what happened to the boat after I had died, but long story short, here we are. So I thank you two, and please Zoriko, keep that ring, it is yours now."

    As she spoke those final words, Emmy vanished, and Zoriko would whisper a final, teary good bye. She was upset more than anything that she did not trust Emmy, she didn't hear what she was rambling about, she placed a literal barrier between them. But in the end Emmy was able to find peace.

    Zoriko's head hung low, and her cheeks rosy. Her eyes were still glowing their crimson low, as she walked down the stairs and into the main room. Wanting to keep this room, as weel as a recreation of what it was, as a memento to Emmy, Zoriko sat with her sketch book, and drew out only the recreation. In about 15 minutes, she got up, and snapped pictures of the ruins around her with her phone. Only with the shutter sound of her camera did she hear the clanking of metal once again.

    This time, her pendant warned her of danger. Three seconds left, she alerted Tempest, immediately grabbing his arm, reactivating the barrier. Her free hand was charged with electricity, grasping a lightning bolt, and ready to go. Blood dripped down the arm she held onto Tempest with

  • Zoriko’s eyes were glowing a bright ruby colour, as a response to the accusation laid to her by Emmy. But before she could say anything, or even interrupt the chilling glare from Emmy, Tempest would speak up in her defense.

    He spoke on about how pure Zoriko’s character was, putting her in awe. No one had said these things about her, at least not that she heard of. Zoriko was at a loss for words, and her response to Tempest would be a smile, and a whispered “Thank you” without looking up at him.

    Zoriko procured the ring from one of the inner pockets of her purse, and showed it to Emmy. The ring itself was wrapping in a clean paper towel, one she kept to clean up her watercolour, however, she had wrapped it around the ring to prevent it from being tarnished while in her possession. Holding out to her now, Zoriko reassured Emmy, “I have no purpose for this ring, but I was made aware of its purpose when I held it. It is too precious of a ring to leave here for robbers, and so I picked it up. I know of a friend who would keep such artifacts safe and in top condition. However, if it is of greater benefit to you, I will leave it wherever you wish.”

    Emmy gazed at the ring; whether it was the amount of care with which Zoriko held it, or even the caution with which she had kept it away from the greed of others. Or perhaps there were other reasons, ones which Zoriko would not know of, that would finally make Emmy believe her and calm down a bit. As Emmy relaxed her stance, and Zoriko did the same. Emmy didn’t say anything in return, instead nudged her head, then walking in the direction they were supposed to go. “Remember,” Zoriko whispered to Tempest, “She cannot go anywhere without our aid. I carry the ring, and she can’t move without it. If she kills us, she can’t rest, so we will be fine until we find her body. It’s only afterwards that we may need to worry”

    Emmy took about three steps forward and then stopped, just as Zoriko hinted. Still clutching Tempest’s arm she place the ring back into her purse and then continued walking. They walked on, with few words exchanged for a little less than fifteen minutes, just until they reached a corridor that was particularly perilous. Each step they took forward was slow, and full of caution. Surely the ship didn’t have traps in it, but that’s not something they could afford to assume. There were shards of glass littered around, laying on rotting wood, or wood that was splintering and sharp. Walking was almost impossible, as they could take a few steps, but if the floor were to give way, they would be in serious trouble.

    Tempest had given her a pretty good idea of how to cross to the other side, but execution would be the problem; She didn’t have many resources to use. Then, the idea of a sketch was offered, only to be declined. “I don’t want to sit here for too long, as the structural integrity of this flooring is not very good.” Of course if it was just Zoriko she could easily lift herself up with some wind and carry herself to the other side, but she wasn’t sure if she could lift two. The next idea was a bridge made from ice that was textured so as to give enough traction to walk on, but there wasn’t enough water to create ice, just a drip from the ceiling. Perhaps the only reliable method would be to carry themselves, one by one by using the air. A crackling noise from below them made Zoriko’s heart start racing in anticipation; The floor was cracking beneath their weight

    “Don’t be alarmed, but we will have to go across one by one, I don’t know if I have time to explain before the floor gives, so I will just do it, don’t move and relax, okay?” Before she could get even a nod of approval, she would lift the barrier, and shut her eyes for a quick second. When she would open them once again, her eyes were glowing brighter than ever, a bright vermilion colour, as she was now using her magic. Focusing on Tempest’s figure now, she slowly surrounded themselves with wind. Her white hair was blowing in the the direction of the wind which eventually began to circle around Tempest, slowly lifting him into the air, and then moving him to the other side, and then landing him gently, so he doesn’t lose balance upon setting his feet to the ground. Once he was on the ground the wind had disappeared, so that Zoriko could breathe for a few seconds before doing it again. Using the magic from the pendant to create a constant barrier around them had drained her quite a bit.

    But perhaps this recuperation period was not the greatest idea because the floor had given away beneath her. Without thinking, she yelled out his name, and threw her bag so that he could catch it, before the floor would cave and causing her to fall. Still, she didn’t fall too far below, since although the floor beneath her was bent, it had supported her fall. The real problem, however, was that she had landed on splintering wood, and though she broke her fall appropriately, her arms, and left leg were bleeding, and she didn’t quite know how to use healing magic. But she had to press on. The fall had caused a rush of adrenaline, which she used to to lift herself out with relative ease. When she would finally get out, she would tell Tempest that she was fine and grab his arm to restore the barrier, before actually walking ahead.  Zoriko had sustained worse injuries in the past and so she was able to walk around, but ignoring the stinging sensation would prove to be a bit difficult. Either way, she had a mission to accomplish and had resolved that she wouldn’t leave until she had done so.

    They pressed on, treading with caution. Each step they took was filled with a tense anxiety for the corridor they were walking through had to end at some point. Emmy was talking on and on about her life, but Zoriko wasn’t quite listening. Her mind dwelled on things more important. Though she felt a degree of pity for Emmy, she could not let Emmy know, and the end goal was to find her body, send her to rest, and then leave. Finally after another 15 minutes of walking, they arrived at a large double entry door, presumably some kind of theatre or perhaps another ballroom? The door itself was a deep garnet red, and the door knobs were golden and embellished, a design that matched the elegance and extravagance of the rest of the boat. Peculiarly enough, the door seemed devoid of any signs of aging. The paint on the door seemed no more that 15 years old, though this boat had been abandoned for nearly a century.

    Zoriko looked up at Tempest, then over at Emmy, giving them a single nod. She had a good feeling about what would be behind these doors. Letting go of Tempest's arm now, she slowly walked towards the door, and held one of the handles, signalling Tempest to grab the other so they could heave the doors open together. These doors were likely the type to have watchmen on each side to pull open the doors for the guest, as an added showmanship.

    Perhaps this is where they would finally find her, and perhaps this is where the saga of an estranged ghost can come to an end. But what actually loomed beyond this door was something they would not know until they took the plunge and walked in 

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