Political Affiliations

The depths of the forest pressed close to Meeth as she travelled along a pathway, had she not been following it for while, she may of lost her way. Behind her a small dragon darted along, its long ringed tail weeping... and crashing into the overgrowth that guarded the path. At her look, Rathiel chirped sweetly, innocent eyes looking up at her as he used his wings to help balance himself.. his beak curved into a grin. Suddenly his attention shifted and he hissed, fur and feathers standing on ...

Meiron stared at the letter that had been delivered in the early morning light, the elaborate paper with stunning penmanship (and the occasional wet patch)  and more importantly, who had signed it. “How does she have time to send me a random invite.” Meiron muttered. Kovaithe swiveled her head to read it as well. “But it will be fun, aaaaaand we can spend all that nice money we’ve earned.” She all but purred, honestly her riders reluctance to get...

The day started out fairly normal, Meiron's recent actions with the Coalition (encouraged by Kovaithe) meant that while he may not of been welcomed with open arms, he was  usually greeted with an acknowledging nod. Not that the cat actually cared what most people thought of him; what he did appreciate was that it made traveling in the area a lot easier as well as information on the chronoscope and the locations of some of the doors that the Coalition used; plus the extra bonus of been able t...

Meiron read the missive again, in front of him Kovaithe craned her neck as she too read it  (she'd gotten good at that even if it was upside down). She puffed out her chest. "Only fools would try to actually use that area." She commented. "That's why they'll use it, because everyone else thinks that and if they lose one or two of their umber, what does it matter." Meiron's raven hopped closer, picking up one of the shiny coins which had dropped out, grat...

The mountainous island of Tsotska d’la Mer slowly started to appear on the far horizon, the waters below churning as the seas raged. Kovaithe grinned, smug that the Erre Coalition had once more reached out for help from her rider, it meant he was working his way through the ranks ....which meant more shin...errr.... respect. Meiron for his part was still silently cursing the Phinae-Mar, the letter hadn't been from her, but the wording had been much more... "Phinae said you'd be up for t...

Meiron was starting to suspect that the Phinae-Mar literally had a direct route or access to his den, how else would she keep sending letters requesting 'assistance' from him, he was also sure the requests had increased over the last few months. He may of declined it from anyone else, unfortunately his few interactions with that particular leader of the Erre Coalition he knew she was vastly powerful.. despite her frail appearance. Plus Kovaithe was thriving of the jobs, or more importantly, t...

Kovaithe sat completely still atop a random rock that was just sticking up out of the ground, around her the sound of the ocean was lost in the shear business of the area, folk of all types hustling and bustling around the portal hub. Her ears pricked as she heard the faint voice of Meiron, her three tails swishing happily. They halted though at the sight of the second character with him, with blue hand on Meiron's arm, and coral growing from her, Kovaithe knew this one was important especial...

Meiron knew of the feral dragon flock that lived to far north of the cenote, amidst a large natural rock formation; and while he'd been warned that they were naturally aggressive, for the most part this flock had never shown any hostility towards him....... though he suspected that was due to the amount of dragons he himself had.  Kovaithe clambered up his leg to sit on his shoulder, the little dragon having not long hatched, as he stood next to a nest, the feral dragon, a female, stared bac...

The small group meandered through the dark forest, the cold northern air a weapon in and amongst itself for those not equipped for it. Above the rag tag group the dark form of a Raven flew, its watchful gaze as sharp now as during the day, having long since been exposed to the darker elements. Above that and hidden by the darkness flew a small batlike dragon, Eira's large ears flickering as he kept a look-out, so quietly did he fly that the group of instance mages were unaware of his presence...