Oberon rêvait depuis combien de temps, peut-être pas du tout. Il avait chevauché sur Sicarus dans la nuit, il ressemblait au moins, mais la lune était étrangement façonnée. Il savait qu'il était suivi, mais par quoi? Il a essayé de regarder derrière, mais il n'a pas pu venir. Soudain, il était conscient qu'il tombait et ne pouvait trouver Sicarus nulle part, mais Oberon était étrangement calme et il fermait les yeux. Alors, sans prévenir, un puissant coup de tonnerre frappa et il se réveilla d'un début. Il espérait vraiment que cela aurait été au moins une heure avant de se rendre compte que le tonnerre était en fait un rugissement. Il n'avait pas parlé de réveiller Sicare alors qu'il s'emparait de son épée et faisait place aux cris.
Il est venu sur le groupe mixte, son épée fixée dans ses mains, prêt à frapper à un moment donné. Il s'arrêta à côté d'Anara, juste après que Quincy eut fini de parler, et regarda le nouveau venu avec une profonde animosité dans ses yeux. C'est pour ça qu'il a été réveillé? Au-dessus d'Axon Sarai, avec son démon dragon? Bien sûr, et quand il a parlé de ce que Quincy et Cabhan ont fait, il semblait logique qu'ils ripostent de cette façon. Ils n'avaient probablement jamais entendu parler de lui et il était ici, se cachant dans les fourmis les regardant. Oberon ne savait pas comment ça avait commencé, mais il était presque confiant dans ce qu'il allait dire.
"Axon Sarai, combien étrange que nous vous trouvions ici, dans les fourmis qui nous regardaient de l'ombre," Son ton s'endurcit, "Est-ce vraiment leur faute s'ils vous ont trouvé, un étranger, et ont procédé avec la force appropriée sous cette... situation? Il suffit de vous regarder dragon, tout à fait la chose exquise, mais vous demandez à n'importe qui de retour sur Caerel à ce sujet et ils diront que c'est un mythe, peu importe si certains savent que ne pas être vrai. Et la seule haine que je ressens ici, c'est que tu lui as donné un coup de pied dans les couilles. Alors, laissez tous s'arrêter avec ces, émotions, et passer à des questions plus importantes. Qu'est-ce qu'on va faire de toi?" Il a fini et détendu un peu son épée.
{Oberon "The Knight" Rontan}
Rider of {Sicarus}
APPEARANCE—






AGE—
31 winters
Bonded for 16 years
GENDER—
Male
HISTORY—
Clan Rontan were always soldiers, long as they could remember but steadily that need was fading. Wars seldom happened anymore on Caerel, if they ever had in the first place. Battles sometime broke out between Lords over land and that was where soldiers were needed. The Rontan men were prided with their ability to excel in combat situations, usually selling themselves to the higher bidder. As land disputes faded so to, did the need for professional soldiers. Oberon's father believed differently, stating that the time would come one day when Rontan men would be needed once more, so he trained his only son with all the skills and knowledge from the past. By the age of fifteen, Oberon was well on his way to becoming a proper soldier when something that he had never imagined happened, a hatchling Black Knight, chose him to bond with.
He knew what was required of him then, to travel to Draketooth Mountain to become a full fledged rider and he did just that. He went through the combat exercises easily, as his past experiences only helped with this. Everything else was a challenge that he accepted without hesitation. Eventually, he graduated but at the same time did not feel satisfied with where he was, he wanted more for himself that the riders could not provide. So he left the them to pave a future for himself around the island. Year by year he found odd jobs, all in the line of combat, which he reveled in. Oberon would make quite the reputation for himself and many would start to call him, "The Knight."
His home was built with the money he acquired and Sicarus would live in the swamp next to it. All was good in his life, until the drought came, gaving him quite a shock. Everything he had achieved was now in jeopardy, all his hard work would be for nothing if the island died. He overlooked the swamp, even it was shrinking and Sicarus could see it too. He would ponder on what to do until a letter arrived at his isolated home at twilight. A summons? From Keltor? This must be important Oberon thought as he readied his things to leave.
PERSONALITY—
Agressive
Focused
Cold
Adventurous
Loyal
TALENTS/SKILLS—
Athletic- Oberon is in tip top shape, ready to go at any moment.
Seasoned Dragonrider- With more then 15 years of experience, one could say that he knows what he is doing.
Soldier- Professional combatant, trained in the use of a longsword and shield.
Disciplined- Knows when to shut up and follow orders, even if he doesn't like them.
Negotiator- Can talk with people quite well.
FLAWS/WEAKNESSES—
Ideological- Oberon is patriotic and would do anything to save his home.
Spontaneous- He sometimes acts before he thinks.
Brutally Honest- Oberon will not hesitate to tell you what he thinks, even if it hurts others.
Pride- A little is good but a lot? Guess we will find out.
EXTRAS—
His armor is most likely the last of its kind.
Has a husky voice.
Has a very large scar on his back, straight across the side.
His longsword was a gift from a Lord.
Lives in a log cabin in Westridge, at the edge of a marsh.

Sicarus—
GENDER—
Male
BREED—
Black Knight
APPEARANCE—
Sicarus is as big as a Black Knights come, maybe even larger. He has a scar on his right side, about as large as a sword, from a dragon fight he had along time ago.
PERSONALITY—
Ruthless
Calm
Protective
Rash
EXTRAS—
Sicarus is quite disciplined. Rider and dragon have a close bond.