Time for Change[Draconia]

(This is a Draconia event. While you are not required to participate, it is highly suggested and advised, if you would like to help advance lore and history of Draconia, and receive your own reward, as well.)

Welp. Looks like it was time for a group meeting. This was the first, tiring thought that came into Liana's head as she awoke, sleeping in her large, fluffy, king sized bed, which was decorated with beautiful crimson colors and sparkly bedsheets, with three different blankets. Using her magic, Liana had managed to sleep in for twenty four hours, and was still tired, somehow. She supposed she finally needed to get up. So, with much reluctance, the goddess snapped her fingers to make sure the room was nice and toasty, and rose from her bed with a loud yawn.

Gosh darns it, why did group meetings have to always be so tiring? The goddess yawned tiredly. Her guild had been very inactive, lately. Not doing much. Being lazy bums, as usual. Well, Quin was out and about. He was the only good member of her guild. No offence, everybody else. Liana snapped her fingers, clothes appearing to magically attach themselves to her body. She had decided to wear a cute pair of blue jeans and a striped turtle neck. Yawning, she used magic to get herself ready.

Then, without warning, she appeared in everyone's room simultaneously, screaming, "WAKE UP YOU LAZY BUMS. WE HAVE A MEETING!" before disappearing, and reappearing in Vymera's room.

Floating over to her sister, Liana bopped her on the face, whether she was awake or not, and said with a smile, "Hey there, sis! We're having a group meeting today! We get to do things! Can you believe it!" the goddess said rather enthusiastically, before disappearing and reappearing in Asriel's room, doing the same thing to him, but saying son instead of sis.

However, she didn't leave his room. She summoned a slice of butterscotch-cinnamon pie, to give to him when he WAS ready to head to the meeting. "And look, Asriel! I have your favorite pie! So when you're ready to go to the meeting you can have it!"

Asriel wake snug asleep in his bed when a got a lil 'boop' on the snoot. He opened his eyes to see Liana, in an outfit which he approved of. In fact, he would probably wear it himself. "Howdy mom!" The small goat sang while getting out of bed. While he got his clothes out of his drawers, which seemed to only consist of green and yellow striped shirts, jean shorts, and regular pants. Once he placed his clothes on the bed and closed the drawers, he heard Liana say the best thing ever. "Don't worry! I'll be done in a flash!" Asriel had quickly jumped under his covers to change into day-time clothes, then leaped over to Liana. "I'm ready!" He called, even though one of his ears where flipped over. He hugged his mother's waist tight, not only for pie, because he loved her.
(I don't even know)

The sun risen slightly, but the lingering night continued to push. It was early dawn in this round and somewhat crowded tower. The high windows brought shivering gusts into her room that she needed to keep herself wrapped in her blanket when up and about. It was an ordinary room fit for her needs, but still a prison to her. Her ankle was chained to the centre, enchanted to break any magic she would attempt to perform.

Vymera woke early. She couldn't sleep. Wrapping herself close in a number of blankets, she crouched on her bed, head to her knees as she looked around. It was too quiet. She needed music. With that, she drew her attention to the piano, fixed on the other side of the room. Before Vymera could move, Liana flashed before her, and right before she could even process this, a finger bumped between her eyes. Vymera was still unmoving, her eyes still looking towards the piano as Liana mentioned there was to be a meeting.

She never went to meetings before. Neither did she know what to do. Before she could convey any of that, her sister had disappeared, like she was just a hallucination. Vymera reached her hand to where Liana touched her. It was definitely real. And very warm.

The chains clacked along the stone floor as Vymera jumped off the bed and looked at the mess of her hair behind the mirror. She couldn't even leave the room to begin with, not without anyone coming in with the key to both the door and to the chain. Ben had them after he secured her inside this room. As she waited for him to wake up and get to her door, she grabbed her brush and smoothed out her hair.

"Ah Draconia how I've missed you..." he mumbled half meaning it half not, as he drove the Humvee through the gates. The back was loaded down slightly junk metal and parts he'd been collecting while out raiding bandit camps. He honked 4 times to let them know that he'd arrived and to not blow him off of the bridge as he crossed it.

"It's been so dead here since all the others left." He said knowing that they hired a group of mercs to man the towers in exchange for rooming and food. But they never would talk about anything interesting.

Pulling into his garage, he climbed out of his vehicle. "Well, better go to the mess hall to tell Liana that I'm here." he said under his breath as he grabbed a pack of cigarettes from his toolbox along with a butane torch. Taking one out he lit the cigarette before dragging on it, sighing quietly as he slipped through the halls of the castle to the mess hall.

As Asriel got ready, Liana made a mental note to go look for Ben. Though she'd probably forget anyway. Recently, Ben had been taking on more, and more dangerous missions, and had disappeared on one about two months ago. Though, Liana wasn't worried. One could not simply kill Ben. After all, he was already dead. You can't kill a ghost TWICE. Well, it depends what kind of ghost. Things like that never made sense to Liana. Like, in DBZ, how could Buu kill someone who was already dead? This logic makes no sense! Then again, DBZ has no logic...

Liana was lost in thought when Asriel ran up, hugging her. With a wide smile, Liana picked up, Asriel, giving him the piece of Butterscotch cinnamon pie, and then teleporting to the meeting hall, which, no doubt, was probably very lacking in members. She did make sure to stop by Vymera's door and unlock it, before teleporting back to Asriel.

"Alright, Asriel, you can chill here, while I go see where the rest of my lazy team is-" Liana started to say, but her ears perked up when she noticed Quintaro walk through the door. She smiled, and waved at him. "Hey Quin! Long time no see! How was that assassination mission you took?" she asked with a curious tilt of her head.

(Bumpidy bump bumps)

(Bumpppp! Draconia you're never going to get your new leader and we'll never attack other guilds if you just hang out )

Walking down the halls, he slowly puffed on his cigarette, "Hmm... Seems that the guild has gotten a bit smaller while I was gone..." he said, lowering his head slightly he let the cloud of smoke protrude from his lips ascending to the cobbled ceiling. His footfalls could be heard down the halls as he approached the meeting room.

"I need a coffee, perhaps they have some down at the meeting hall." he mumbled as he neared the massive Oak doors that led to the meeting room. He was almost immediately greeted by Liana, "It was... Messy to say the least." he said walking around the long table. walking behind her to the coffee maker where a fresh pot lay for him. "How was your little hiatus?" he asked pouring the black liquid into his stein and grabbing a muffin that sat on a tray with others.

He went over and sat down to her left side kicking his feet up onto the table after setting the stein down next to the, enjoying his cigarette, wondering if anybody else would show.

A key had slipped under the door, followed by an echoing click from a lock. Was it Ben? No. She did not hear any footsteps. Then again, her sister told her that Ben was a poltergeist. He was already dead. But why would he go through all that trouble for something as trivial as opening the door? It did not matter. Giving her the key out of this tower meant something big was to happen. She did not like how it made her nervous.

After straightening the last strand of hair, Vymera grabbed the key and freed herself from the chains. She opened the door slowly and walked down the long hallway. It felt like the cobblestone walls were closing in as she traversed. There were no windows and the area here was rather damp. Vymera had to pull her bandaged wings closer every time she walked down here. This time, no one was accompanying her. Usually it would be Ben. There were only 4 candles here. Two near the door behind her, and two lighting the door at the other end. In between was darkness, and Vymera resisted the urge to flap her wings as she walked into the shadows.

This was a large castle. She would get lost in here, had she not follow the same pathway every day when she was to be escorted towards the mess hall. Vymera was heading towards it right now, partly because she did not know where the many doors and stairways would lead around her. There, she met her sister again, along with one of the members of Draconia, Quin. Vymera remembered him. They went on an assassination mission together at one point. He had settled himself on a table with a cup of coffee, like he always did. Vymera did not like coffee. It tasted weird to her.

She took a seat herself and looked around. So much had changed, with people coming and went. Not that she remembered any faces to begin with. And so here she waited, for what her sister had to say.

(Asriel, dun forgetz to posties.)