It was Twilight, <Open>

[Jack]

It was twilight. Actually, it was morning, but it felt like Twilight. Cydonia, his freind the pseudodragon, was asleep next to Jack's Tent. Jack was already up and standing in a small clearing, that was still shrouded by the canopy, but then it wasn't a big clearing. He didn't need a large one.

He was in this forest because it was the fastest way to the Aurrora, the city of lights. He went meandering off the path to find anything interesting in this world, and found the twilight forest. AFter being in it for a day, he realized why. So essentially, he was taking the fastest way to Aurrora by not taking the path, that avoided this forest. Apparently the druids didn't want to cut a part of it down for a road to go though. So the road had to go around.

Jack had decided to go straight and even spent the night there. So now it was morning and Jack did what he did every morning in the area he was in. His morning Training excersize. They did this often at the monastary. But his was a little different, because it included his gauntlet blades. He squeezed his fist and out jumped the blade. Just a little faster than the human eye can follow. He looked around, hearing nothing out of hte ordinary nor any person, he went ahead with his excersize.

This was a practiced dance of swinging his arms and legs in precise ways. It was as if he was fighting an imaginary foe but in slow motion. It was a beautiful dance... if you liked a man with blades for arms cutting up imaginary opponents.

[Natrian Asan]

Natrian had been in the forest for soem time now mostly hunting and trying to reach an Understanding of the nature around him. For this palce was perfect for study especially a good place for a Rogue Knight such as himself. He had awoken at dawn as usual and smiled that it still seemed twilight this palce had magic and he intened to find it so he could study it for his own purposes. He made sure his horse was tied and tied his sword to his belt and got out his fine elevn made bow. He got his quiver and filled it with arrows he was going to hunt for some breakfast.
He stalked sliently through the woods it was here he was most dangerous it was here he coudl appear and disappear at will msotly because he was an elf he had lived msot of his life around the woods so he knew how to make use of them. He heard movement not to far away and knocked an arrow hoping for a deer. He stalked as silent as death itself and he saw what it. It was a man who seemed to be training. His movements were liek that of a dance he noted how his blade moved siftly with an almost effortless garce. Natrian was impressed mostly because he could tell this man would be no pushover in a fight. Natrian only smiled and looekd at his onw sword it had a Heron MAkr on it not many coudl claim this kind of sowrd for it was reserved only for true blademasters and thats what he was he may be young but he had earned the right to this blade. He unknocked his arrow and put it back in his quiver then put his bow back in its holster on his back. He watched the man for awhile longer before clapping and saying," Beautiful form and excellent execution, you woudl be deadly in a fight, I must say Iam impressed I have seen very few with your skill,with a bit more practice you could earn a Heron Mark".

[Jack]

He looked up at the clapping and soon found the source. He had stopped his dance almost immediatly at the sound. His blades withdrew into his gauntlets and he looked like he was a nomral peasant again. Except for the sword and metal gauntlets and boots. But other than that. He looked rather... normal.

He looked at the newcomer with great interest. "Thank you for your compliments good sir, but what, may I ask, is a Heron Mark?" He asked the new man. Jack had heard the word before in some corners of the world, but he didn't know what one was or what was so special or great about it.

"My name is Jack, newcomer. What, praytell, is yours?" He asked his second question with a small bow. He wasn't sure what he man wanted, but better to make freinds than enemies.

[Natrian Asan]

Natrian smiled and leaned against the tree and said," Iam Natrian Asan also know as The Dragon". He was suprised a little at the man for not knowing the Heron Mark but then again diffrent countries had diffretn customs and he said," The Heron Makr is a sign more liek a symbol actually, it is given to those who have acheived Blademaster status and only true blademasters have them, ones who have gone through every trial and every training required to make a blademaster, and once done he recives the Heron Mark Sword, a sword with the Heron Mark on it for that is his sign that he is a true blademaster and should not be challenged lightly, you are as close to that as I have seen in all my wanderings upon this world">

[Jack]

(wow, slow down man. you are making like fifty mistakes per post. Just slow down, breathe.)

"Hmmm. Well I would hope so. My fighting style is a mix of styles, and I am forming a new way of fighting." He said to the man. Not sure how well these men fight. Different countries, different range of skill. "I practice daily to achieve balance and to better perfect the style with which I fight." He explained to the man. "Well, it was a pleasure to Meet you Natrian "The Dragon" Asan." Jack said as he turned from the man to return to his camp.

Cydonia had finally awakened and had brought back some measly meat while Jack had been out practicing. He frowned at the meat but went about cooking it anyway. He grabbed some sticks and restarted the fire. You can't eat this stuff raw, it isn't good for your stomach.

[Natrian Asan]

(sorry)

Natrian smiled and said," True enough and I wondered at the style". He he looked and saw a dragon comign and Natrian almost gripped his sword and he said," Let me guess friend of yours". He bowed to the dragon and said," A pleasure to meet you mistress of the sky". He then looked at the man and said," Not every day I get to meet a dragon this would the second or third I have seen in my life time, so it must be my lucky day then".

[Jack]

Jack grinned at Cydonia, but didn't correct the man. "Please, sit down. I'm sure his mistriss of the sky would love to have you for company." he said to the man with a grin. Cydonia didn't speak to the man. She just nodded to him. Jack looked over at him. He picked up the meat that was now well cooked and handed one of the sticks to Cydonia who ripped into it. Jack took a bite himself. "So your nickname is the dragon, and yet you have only met three? Why would they call you dragon?"

[Natrian Asan]

Natrian smiled and said," There are many reasons for this, one is when I fight I fight with the ferouciousness and the skill of a dragon or so people have told me, another would be that for a time I served in The Dragonknights and recived The Dragon Emblem, and beyond all else it is a name I have earned by many years of traveling and saving people". He looked at the dragon and said," If I may ask what type of Dragon is this one"?

[Jack]

"I've never seen you fight, so I can't tell you if you fight like a dragon or not. But let me just say. You don't have the skill of a dragon. Dragons live for thousands of years. You have lived for twenty. It's almost gaurenteed they have more skill than you." He said shrugging. "But the the whole dragonknights makes sense." He added, to let the man keep his dragon nickname. Jack didn't know who the dragonknights really were, but decided not to ask.

"As for what type Cydonia here is... well she's a psuedo dragon." With that Cydonia bit the air in Jack's general direction, and gave him a glare. "Sorry Cydonia." He said grinning and turned back to the newcomer. "She likes to be referred as a dragon. But actually she just looks like one. She won't get any bigger than she is now. Nor will she live for ages."