04-10-2017, 09:36 PM
Though it was not apparent through his ornate facemask, Adrian Hellkite raised a sharp eyebrow when Warren spoke of accessing Dalaran's library and of giving them food. He was honestly not sure how to respond for a moment, but a stifled chuckle from Patoma brought him back to the moment.
"When we get to the city, you're free to do as you please. I just keep Dalaran safe; I'm sure you'll find your way." Hellkite said. He gestured at his two wingmen.
"Patoma and Ardeni will give you rides. Sasha here doesn't like seating two." Sir Hellkite said, patting the feathered mane of his Hippogriff. Warren took a seat with Patoma while Arle opted to sit with the very silent Outrider known as Ardeni. Now that the apprentice magician was closer to the quiet wingman, she could tell through subtle curves that Ardeni was, in fact, a woman. It made her all the more comfortable with her choice, seeing as Hellkite was just scary and Patoma seemed kind of mean. Once everyone was seated, Hellkite let out a sharp two-tone whistle and the three winged beasts launched from the clearing like missiles. The initial ascent was dizzying, but once they were level with Dalaran, the flight smoothed out considerably.
Once the flight was level, Arle peeked over Ardeni's shoulder in awe at the Floating Metropolis. It was a sight to behold, certainly, but that was not the most pressing issue on her acute mind. With some trepidation, she spoke up over the hissing wind that blew past them.
"Sir Hellkite...he's not..." she started before trailing off. It was hard to know what might or might not upset these people, but Ardeni seemed to immediately follow Arle's train of thought. The woman spoke in a voice that was strong, but not overpowering in the way that the Knight's had been.
"...Human, no. He's a Revenant, or Wight, if you feel like calling him such a thing. An intelligent zombie, basically. Saw his eyes, did you?"
Arle couldn't find a satisfactory response.
"He's one of the most upstanding citizens of Dalaran, and his...life status is quite well known. He can't help looking scary, and he knows it. That's why he prefers to be out on patrol most of the time. If you ever really get in trouble, Sir Hellkite should be the first person you go to." Ardeni explained, keeping her attention focused on their flight path.
Warren had only begrudgingly taken hold of Patoma's waist after almost falling off upon launch, but the discomfort of seeking a lesser Secondary for safety soon left him as the sprawl and scale of Dalaran fully began to take hold. Swooping, scalloped palisades rimmed the edges of bronzed rooftops, all at once familiar and foreign with the arcane filigree worked into their bubbling structures. Spiraling minarets stood as testaments to the ingenuity of magic, capped with shining beacons that glowed with a myriad of color.
Closer to the well-kept streets and avenues, the architecture of Dalaran ebbed towards a more pragmatic, gothic flavor, with flying buttresses and arched windows plunging up and down the densely packed structures. As they cruised over the rooftops, they could see people going about their daily lives, marching to and fro on levitated bridges and walkways. People of all shapes, sizes and colors bustled in the city below, and the air was purely electric with the zing of arcane power. The high noonday sun threw the yawning balconies into sharp relief against the pale brick and mortar of the buildings, and it was into one of these cavernous apertures that the troupe of Outriders flew. The three mounts circled what appeared to be a large staging area before gliding down for a smooth landing.
Once the passengers and riders had dismounted, Ardeni and Patoma quickly removed their helmets. Patoma didn't appear to be any older than Arle, but his stature was bulky and tall. On top of that, he seemed to have a series of jagged tattoos running down the center of his face. Ardeni, on the other hand, turned out to have blue hair and purple skin, and her eyes glowed like an aurora. Warren and Arle did their best not to stare, but the newer Prime was glad when Sir Hellkite opted not to remove his helmet. If just seeing his eyes was troubling, seeing his entire face was something Arle wanted to avoid altogether.
The two subordinate Outriders said hasty goodbyes to their Prime guests, but Hellkite motioned for Warren and Arle to wait for a moment.
"As of right now, you two are guests of Dalaran and Archmage Dumbledore, and you have free access to the city and her amenities. Just remember..." Hellkite said, giving a sharp look at Warren in particular, "...you will be under observation."
With that note, Adrian Hellkite turned on his heel and strode away from the Primes with a stiff gait, his Hippogriff trailing close behind. That left Warren and Arle alone in the large hangar area as the hustle and bustle of Dalaran aerial patrols came and went. The only decision now was what to do first...
"When we get to the city, you're free to do as you please. I just keep Dalaran safe; I'm sure you'll find your way." Hellkite said. He gestured at his two wingmen.
"Patoma and Ardeni will give you rides. Sasha here doesn't like seating two." Sir Hellkite said, patting the feathered mane of his Hippogriff. Warren took a seat with Patoma while Arle opted to sit with the very silent Outrider known as Ardeni. Now that the apprentice magician was closer to the quiet wingman, she could tell through subtle curves that Ardeni was, in fact, a woman. It made her all the more comfortable with her choice, seeing as Hellkite was just scary and Patoma seemed kind of mean. Once everyone was seated, Hellkite let out a sharp two-tone whistle and the three winged beasts launched from the clearing like missiles. The initial ascent was dizzying, but once they were level with Dalaran, the flight smoothed out considerably.
Once the flight was level, Arle peeked over Ardeni's shoulder in awe at the Floating Metropolis. It was a sight to behold, certainly, but that was not the most pressing issue on her acute mind. With some trepidation, she spoke up over the hissing wind that blew past them.
"Sir Hellkite...he's not..." she started before trailing off. It was hard to know what might or might not upset these people, but Ardeni seemed to immediately follow Arle's train of thought. The woman spoke in a voice that was strong, but not overpowering in the way that the Knight's had been.
"...Human, no. He's a Revenant, or Wight, if you feel like calling him such a thing. An intelligent zombie, basically. Saw his eyes, did you?"
Arle couldn't find a satisfactory response.
"He's one of the most upstanding citizens of Dalaran, and his...life status is quite well known. He can't help looking scary, and he knows it. That's why he prefers to be out on patrol most of the time. If you ever really get in trouble, Sir Hellkite should be the first person you go to." Ardeni explained, keeping her attention focused on their flight path.
Warren had only begrudgingly taken hold of Patoma's waist after almost falling off upon launch, but the discomfort of seeking a lesser Secondary for safety soon left him as the sprawl and scale of Dalaran fully began to take hold. Swooping, scalloped palisades rimmed the edges of bronzed rooftops, all at once familiar and foreign with the arcane filigree worked into their bubbling structures. Spiraling minarets stood as testaments to the ingenuity of magic, capped with shining beacons that glowed with a myriad of color.
Closer to the well-kept streets and avenues, the architecture of Dalaran ebbed towards a more pragmatic, gothic flavor, with flying buttresses and arched windows plunging up and down the densely packed structures. As they cruised over the rooftops, they could see people going about their daily lives, marching to and fro on levitated bridges and walkways. People of all shapes, sizes and colors bustled in the city below, and the air was purely electric with the zing of arcane power. The high noonday sun threw the yawning balconies into sharp relief against the pale brick and mortar of the buildings, and it was into one of these cavernous apertures that the troupe of Outriders flew. The three mounts circled what appeared to be a large staging area before gliding down for a smooth landing.
Once the passengers and riders had dismounted, Ardeni and Patoma quickly removed their helmets. Patoma didn't appear to be any older than Arle, but his stature was bulky and tall. On top of that, he seemed to have a series of jagged tattoos running down the center of his face. Ardeni, on the other hand, turned out to have blue hair and purple skin, and her eyes glowed like an aurora. Warren and Arle did their best not to stare, but the newer Prime was glad when Sir Hellkite opted not to remove his helmet. If just seeing his eyes was troubling, seeing his entire face was something Arle wanted to avoid altogether.
The two subordinate Outriders said hasty goodbyes to their Prime guests, but Hellkite motioned for Warren and Arle to wait for a moment.
"As of right now, you two are guests of Dalaran and Archmage Dumbledore, and you have free access to the city and her amenities. Just remember..." Hellkite said, giving a sharp look at Warren in particular, "...you will be under observation."
With that note, Adrian Hellkite turned on his heel and strode away from the Primes with a stiff gait, his Hippogriff trailing close behind. That left Warren and Arle alone in the large hangar area as the hustle and bustle of Dalaran aerial patrols came and went. The only decision now was what to do first...
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