Oberon avait été occupé cette nuit-là, emballeant ses objets pour ce long voyage mentionné dans la lettre. Il ne pouvait que spéculer que Keltor avait besoin d'une équipe de coureurs, mais pour quoi? Exploration? Trouver un remède pour cette brûlure? Il n'était pas sûr, mais il a deviné que la réponse serait trouvée à la salle du conseil. Il devrait partir immédiatement et voler toute la nuit pour arriver à temps, pas comme s'il ne l'avait pas fait avant. En fait, il a apprécié le réconfort de la nuit au sommet de Sicarus. Ils semblaient presque invisibles sous les étoiles, ce qui pouvait permettre des opérations furtives au besoin.
Une fois prêt, il a fermé la porte à sa maison, touchant le bois une dernière fois, car il n'avait aucune idée du moment où il le reverrait. Après un moment, il est allé dans le marais. Une fois qu'il avait jusqu'à l'horizon, mais maintenant il pouvait voir la frontière, rencontré avec la terre blanchie. Il siffla et, en quelques minutes, Sicarus arriva devant lui, se dirigeant vers la terre ferme.
Il a frappé Sicarus sur sa tête en disant, "Eh bien, ce qui dit que nous avons une aventure, peut-être pour sauver votre marécage dans le processus. On s'envole pour Draketooth pour une réunion demain matin. Allons-y."
Oberon a mis son casque et a quitté sa maison, ne sachant pas s'il allait aider à ce voyage.
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Le temps passait presque lentement, mais le lever du soleil était beau comme toujours ce matin croustillant. Bien que la lumière n'ait révélé que ce qui se passait en bas, des étendues entières de terre devenaient brunes et des rivières puissantes devenaient des ruisseaux. C'était très éclairant mais aussi horrifiant.
Sicarus est finalement arrivé à Draketooth Mountain et à la recherche d'un peu, ils ont finalement trouvé les petites chambres du conseil. Bien qu'il soit parti il y a longtemps, il a remarqué que les choses n'avaient pas beaucoup changé, du moins par rapport à ce qu'il pouvait voir. Il démonta Sicare et le laissa à l'entrée, et, à ce que le dragon s'enfonçât et se mit à fouiner, il voulut pouvoir faire de même. Il a fait son chemin vers les portes, de taille massive et en les ouvrant, il a vu plusieurs personnes, le chef d'entre eux était le sergent.
Il s'inclina respectueusement, puis dit, "Oberon Rontan, à votre service."
{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.