We Were Gods (Semi-Advanced to Advanced RP Thread) Until Humans Took That Away From Us

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    It was dawn, though you could barely say that. The snow drifted across the northern sky, as clouds shielded life from the sun. Most Dragonborn were asleep in the castle, all except Queen Margravine Aelina, for she was located in the study hall of Castle Dragonborn, looking over peace treaties, race relations, all while scribbling down meticulously. It was natural for the Queen to wake up at the crack of dawn, for she has a job to do, and she will not succumb to a few more hours of slumber, when there is much more work to be done. While even though her husband and son were still asleep in the castle’s many quarters, Queen Margravine dipped her quill into more ink, and continued scribbling.


    Deep within the castle, there to was someone else awake. Lilias Ann Richards shifted throughout the castle. A torch she had took off the wall was in her mouth, as she walked across the castle walls, a determined look stretched upon her face. Eventually, when she reached her destination, she lept off the walls and landed behind a dwarer. Her back pressed against it, as she sniffed around for any sign of life. Nothing. She crawled out underneath and stood proudly in front of her destination; the castle kitchen. And upon the counter tops was a treasure of excellent fancy. One of the farmers had baked and frosted a cake, but had left it on the countertop over night, untouched. Lilias tiptoed towards the pastry, and lifted a paw out, slicing part of the cake. She licked her lips greedily as she shoved the cake into her mouth. The voracious young dragon enjoyed every bite before licking her paw of frosting, essentially clearing the evidence, after the experience was over.

    Karmina doesn’t have a set time that she wakes up, simply getting up whenever she wakes up. She wants to be sure that if any prophetic dreams are to be had, she won’t wake up in the middle of one. She wakes up with a long yawn, stretching her serpentine body out to remove any stiffness from it. She slithers out into the hallway, yawning again.


    What to do first? She could go straight to the library of course, but she’s rather hungry. She shakes her head, knowing she should wait for breakfast. She slips into the library, seeing her queen, and bows her head in respect. She sighs, her form collapsing and shifting down to the much smaller human equivalent.


    She goes to find the old prophecies, as well as some books on the outside world, and sits down to study.

    tracking, will post soon!


    Nimewe

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    Human Form

    Nimewe Jess Fen (Nim-eh-way)|| The Voiceless One|| 2,500 years (25)|| Female|| Heterosexual|| European Dragonborn|| Plant Elemental|| Rank: Farmer (former healer)|| Parents: Deceased|| Siblings: none/open|| Spouses/Dating: none|| Hatchlings: none|| Mentor/Squire: none


    'It's fine. I'm fine, don't worry about me.'


    Nimewe shuddered into wakefulness, piercing green eyes blinking open. She glanced at the window, it was snowing and still dark outside due to the clouds above. The castle was quiet, not many others were likely awake. That meant Nimewe could probably get outside unseen, and wander the outdoors until it was time to work. She slipped out of her sleeping chambers, folding her wings close to her sides to avoid swiping something off the walls. Nimewe crept quietly to the castle door, and exited into the cold morning air. She shivered, wishing the clouds would move and reveal a warm, sunny sky to bask under. Nimewe made her way across the courtyard, heading for the serene looking patch of trees where she spent most of her time.

    Ryujin was sleeping peacefully in his bed. The room was dark but had a few signs of dawn, it was getting lighter for example. The young boy had gotten his blanket all messed up from a dream where he was flying high over the sky. Atleast he had resisted to claw the bed, there was marks on the wall beside him and on the bedpost from other dreams. His room were the color of light blue, just like the sky. Ryujin's bed stood in the top right corner of the room closest to the high window he liked to sit in. The window had the shape of the moon lying down and his room was shaped like a rectangle. He had fluffy pillows in one corner where he liked to read, not saying he liked to read but that place was just the most comfortable when his mother and father forced him to study history or some text long ago that he'll forget in a week. The prince also had a desk with quill and paper and a weapon rack with his dagger on it. He liked the dagger.

    Orion awoke not soon after the sun peeked through his window within his and the queen's shared chambers. He rolled out of bed, his long, raven black locks rippling down his back. He stood, stretching his muscles out with a few pops. He often preferred to be in his human form, simply for ease of doing his kingly duties. However, the castle was built for dragons. Everything within the castle was huge, fit for a dragon of any size. Even the castle itself had towering ceilings that would dwarf any human. The King got dressed in his usual attire - black clothing with a heavy set crown upon the top of his head. Striding out of his chambers he decided to go find his queen. As he walked, servants passing by him bowed hurriedly. It always made Orion uncomfortable to be revered in such a way. After all, he would have been nothing if he hadn't married Margravine. Orion was better suited in combat and war than he was nobility and parties. Assuming his intuition was right, he made his way into the library, seeing his queen scribbling wildly on paper. A small smile came to his lips, and he bent over to kiss her temple.


    "Goodmorning, Margravine. Do you ever rest, my love?"


    Lille had been awake for quite some time, shuffling through the numerous stacks of paper on her desk within her home. She lived in the castle too, as the apothecary was near the royals in case a situation would arise, but more so underneath the castle than within. The healer was mumbling to herself, a wild look on her face as she seemed to be struggling with what she was trying to find. "Aha!" She yelled out, picking up a crumpled piece of paper, her blue eyes gleaming. She ran out of her chambers like a madman, eventually finding her way outside of the castle. Her form began to morph and shift till an agile bird like looking dragonness stood in her place. With a few beats of her feathered wings she was up into the air, the piece of paper still clutched in her talons as veered towards the wilderness outside of the castle.

    Eyes opened.

    Then closed.

    Opening and closing constantly as Fēng struggled to maintain his alertness. The young dragonborn had been outside the queen's quarters since yesterday afternoon and his vigilance was slipping. He was tired. Although it was to be expected from being one of the queen's private guardians, the role was indeed very taxing. It granted him the title of the queen's protector, but it had its own costs. Since Fēng had been appointed, he'd had little time to speak to his fellow knights, other than the occasional greetings as they crossed paths. It wasn't as if any other outer kingdom was going to attack soon. He felt his talents in combat were wasted here, but he would not complain; he knew that loyalty played a larger role than his own interests. He believed in what the crown stood for, and trusted that they would make the right decisions.

    He looked across from him at the stone wall and almost yawned before he clasped a hand over his mouth to stop it. Fēng let out a long breath as he stood there waiting. Throughout the halls he could hear nothing but slumber from the other quarters, save for the few operating around these hours. Although he wanted to keep the queen safe, he had been itching for some development in the day's events that would pique his interests.

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    Human Form

    Nimewe Jess Fen (Nim-eh-way)|| The Voiceless One|| 2,500 years (25)|| Female|| Heterosexual|| European Dragonborn|| Plant Elemental|| Rank: Farmer (former healer)|| Parents: Deceased|| Siblings: none/open|| Spouses/Dating: none|| Hatchlings: none|| Mentor/Squire: none



    'It's fine. I'm fine, don't worry about me.'


    The trees were bare of leaves, and when the wind blew it knocked the branches together, sending sprays of powdery snow down onto less fortunate dragons. Nimewe had long since learned how to avoid the snowdrifts, and being a plant elemental had it's perks. It was as if she could sense when the weight of the snow was becoming too much, and was usually able to maneuver away before the frozen water collapsed onto her. Today the usual quiet atmosphere was severed by frantic wing beats, and Nimewe raised her gaze to the sky to see who was approaching. Lille was flying towards the forest, holding something in her talons. Nimewe didn't know what it could be, or why Lille was out here as early as now, but Nimewe was content not knowing. Since the forest was white rather than green, she would definitely stick out if Lille was looking for her, so Nimewe didn't bother trying to hide. Instead she began fiddling with a few twigs, intertwining them with the help of her powers to form the beginning of something. Whatever Lille was up to, Nimewe hoped she was successful.


    Margravine turned to see her husband awake, though his hair was a bit ruffled off from sleeping. She was surprised for aw few seconds, but then shared a warm small smile. It was surprising that she did that, as usually appeared stoic, serious, monotone and even a bit cold and dismissive towards others, including her own husband and son. Despite this, she cared for her kingdom deeply especially her family. Margravine shook her head. “Good morning, Orion. I’m a bit surprised you haven’t noticed by now, I never sleep.” She said, only exaggerating by a little. Her warm tone quickly evaporated, however, when she saw Fēng in the hallway by their quarters. “Good lord, Fēng, did you get any sleep at all last night?” The queen said, in her usual serious and snarky tone, albeit with a hint of genuine concern.


    Lilias’s ears flopped as she realized she made a terrible mistake. “Oh no, I did a bad thing.” She whimpered, her tail tucking between her legs. “What do I do, what do I do?” She asked to herself, looking around the room for some sort of escape, before finally coming up with an idea. She pulled out a spare piece of parchment she had stored just in case of emergencies and uncrinkled it. Lilias looked around the room like a Dragonborn on a mission. She eventually had to get creative and plucked a feather from an unplucked, but deseased, bird someone was planning to cook. “Now where can I get some ink?” She pondered, tapping her head with the quill, deep in thought.

    Fēng nearly jumped at his queen's sudden appearance, his constant attention to the furthest reaches of the castle making him vulnerable to what was clearly in front of him. Recovering from his sudden jolt at the sound of Queen Margravine's voice, he bowed his head to her quickly, several times in fact, as a way to apologize. "I-I'm so sorry my queen!" He stammered, as there was no excuse for this sort of thing. "I didn't recall ever being allowed to rest... -um but if I was, I will take responsibility for that error. Please forgive me." Fēng had only been appointed recently, as stated before. That being said, there were a few things the knight was unfamiliar with, especially when it came to his queen's demeanor and the way she carried herself. Fēng himself was an especially sensitive young man, a trait that prospective female dragonborn found attributed to his chivalrous resolve and quite handsome features. He showed promise, being so very talented. But he still had a lot to learn. Ever only speaking to the queen on a few occasions, he could never find the exact words he could use to speak to her, especially when she used her signature cold tone of voice. To those who had been in her inner circle for centuries, this was just a trait she identified with, but Fēng was new. Although he was dressed in a typical knight's garb, as most wore when within the halls of the castle, Fēng had his own accessories that were a result of his early feats of athleticism as a trainee and his high marks in academia. He worked hard, but he was, again, still young. He had mind and body on his side, but the one thing he had still to learn was the knowledge that comes with age: wisdom. After a few moments of silence, he gripped the glaive at his side nervously, feeling the sweat between his fingertips. He couldn't even look at his queen directly, her presence all the more intimidating up close. "Is there... something you needed my queen?" He said nervously, attempting to mask his discomfort.

    Orion gave a small chuckle, shaking his head. "I will leave you to it then." He continued to walk past, seeing Fēng as he exited the library. The young man's nervous demeanor amused the King, who leaned into the male. "Don't mind her, she's really a bit of a softy at heart..." He smiled somewhat lopsidedly at the knight, before continuing on his way. Orion figured that his son was still asleep, as it was still very early in the day, so he would take a visit down to the armory and sharpen up on some of his fighting skills. Kings didn't really get time to practice battle.


    Lille's sharp eyes caught a flicker of green movement underneath the snowy treetops. Sharply snapping her wings shut and dropping, she snapped them open just in time for her to glide to a stop right in front of Nimewe. "Nimewe!" She shouted rather excitedly, as she knew the female dragon as a fellow healer before becoming a farmer after that tragedy. "I need your help." Lille said in a somewhat serious tone, that was unlike her. Revealing the crumpled up paper, it was a map with a bunch of x's on it. "There is a plant, that only grows within a specific part of the forest here. It's called dragon's breath, and it's an herb that I need to finish my research. Do you know where it is? I believe I've narrowed it down between these two places." She pointed to two empty spots on the map, speaking with extreme urgency.

    The paragraph says dawn. Dawn means the beginning of sunrise, aka morning. My Character Margravine woke up early in the morning to do some work and it is starting to become morning morning.

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    Margarvine took a few seconds to glare at Orion, before continuing onto Fēng. "No need. I was going to offer you to take a break and catch up on sleep, especially since we have a very busy schedule today, but I supposed if you don't want to take some time off to yourself, that's fine too, I guess." She stated, before beginning to walk off. "I'll give you some time to think about it. Now if you all excuse me, I'm going to the Dining Hall. I heard the farmers are making the finest breakfast for us all." And with that she headed off, acting cool, calm, and collective, as if she had never offered Fēng such a proposal.


    After a while, Lilias finally got the idea of using her levitation powers, courtesy of her Trickster element. She raised out a finger and waited for a bottle of ink to travel from the library to the kitchen. It took a lot of patience and a lot of odd stares from Dragonborn witnessing a jar floating through the hallways, but it finally managed to reach Lilias. She carefully opened the lid and dipped her makeshift quill in the dark, tar like liquid. "Sorry." She murmured what was writing aloud, before drawing a frowny face next to her note, just for an extra piece of sincerity. She placed the note in front of the partially eaten cake, and raced through the halls, confusing even more people, as why would anyone run from the kitchen when breakfast was almost ready?

    "I-I'll take it!" Fēng suddenly blurted out after his queen down the hall. Bowing his head to her, though she could not see, he thanked her silently before rushing around the corner, opposite the direction Margarvine had gone. He had had some close calls with her before, but this was his closest. His heart beat furiously every second he was in her presence. He wiped his brow with his off hand and discovered a light layer of cold sweat. Such an intimidating presence could have done anything, but she chose to be merciful, and he thanked her for that, though his uneasiness towards her was still intact.


    But then he stopped, almost halfway to his own quarters. A rumbling echoed in his stomach.

    He too was hungry.

    His queen's words came back to him during this time, his brain influencing his actions.

    He would still take a recess to freshen up from his duties... though he would join the other members of the queen's court for breakfast shortly after.

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    Human Form

    Nimewe Jess Fen (Nim-eh-way)|| The Voiceless One|| 2,500 years (25)|| Female|| Heterosexual|| European Dragonborn|| Plant Elemental|| Rank: Farmer (former healer)|| Parents: Deceased|| Siblings: none/open|| Spouses/Dating: none|| Hatchlings: none|| Mentor/Squire: none



    'It's fine. I'm fine, don't worry about me.'


    Nimewe jumped as Lille appeared in front of her, closing her eyes for a second. The healer was quite energetic, and Nimewe often missed hanging around with her when she'd still been a healer. when she spoke again her tone was serious, which surprised Nimewe and she opened her eyes again. Tilting her head, she looked over the map Lille showed. Hmmm... Dragon's breath. Nimewe thought for a moment, looking at the two locations. It wasn't the most common plant found in the forest, but Nimewe knew the area well. And with only two spots to choose from, she knew which was the most likely to contain the herd. With a nod Nimewe spread her wings, pointing to the spot on Lille's map before lifting off into the air just below the trees. It wasn't easy to fly like that, but Nimewe would use the plants to her advantage, climbing and gliding rather than flying to the location. I wonder what she needs Dragon's breath for... A pang of longing struck Nimewe as she wished she could work with herbs again. But she wouldn't, not after her parents had died. It was better this way, Lille and the others were more capable, more trustworthy for healing.


    Piercing silver blue eyes slowly opened as Nausicaa awoke and stretched. Her black and red, blue streaked hair pooling at her feet as she swung her legs around and leaped from the lift she had stayed in. Her body landed in an easy crouch before she straightened and dusted off her hands before walking to her small shop. Her fingers easily unlocking her door and slipping in, breathing the scent of herbal remedies swiftly before beginning her daily routine of making poultices and cures. Her hands diligently working as she let herself remain busy.