The airship put on the air-brakes and landed in the center of the clearing on the ground, exhaust still puffing out the back. Dalmor, with Leith, his family sword in sheath, walked up to the ship and checked it out. He was amazed by the whole thing, ( ok so this doesnt go with the time of "knights" but its going to happen, its the one technology advancement besides that time in the whole thing so yah ). Dalmor had never seen a ship that was computer-made and able to fly and land without any pilots or engineers. Dalmor marveled over it and than walked away and sat down. Dalmor sat down in the clearing and thought at the real problem at hand. Evil, masses of it had been unleashed, the rarely wieldable Dark Dragon Sword gone from its centuries old resting place and the power of evil it contained in the hand of some cynical-evil master-mind, and new creatures everywhere were crawling the earth. Dalmor needed to avenge his village, end the evil, and defeat this evil-doer and as it happened with help of millions 500 years ago return peace to the land. All Dalmor could assume at this point was that this evil-doer must be some ancestor of somehow to Raistlin, the Arch Magus, who first began all the mayhem and destruction with the sword 500 years ago.

Dalmor was anxious to go but he didnt fail to forget that he had a trusty gang of warriors to come and accompany him along the way. He sat in silence and thought, for the congregation of all members before they would set out for the ancient village of Solanthus, where at this point at time it had been reported that mysterious evils were occuring. Something must be useful there.

Ginre walked slowly, taking his time. Every minute to him was a precious one, for he didn't know how long it would last to him, consiously anyway. The dragon essence locked inside him would eventually take over. It was a curse like any other.
With a small bead of sweat sliding down the side of his head, he pulled up his sleeve. As he expected, bluish-green scales covered the larger proportion of his forearm. He quickley pulled down his sleeve, and frowned. He had to find his brother, and no doubt the cure.
Thankfully, he was on his way to do just that.

Unseen to Dalmor, another entered the airship. He was notorious, a legend, a creature that haunted childrens stories, that mothers used to threaten troublesome toddlers. Few believed such an ancient evil could exist, but he did.
His name was Zythaar and he was an elder vampire. his armor was mostly covered by a cape, his face sheltered from the sun by a cloak, appropriately named nightcover. His armor was ornate and lacquered, and seemed almost as ominous as it's wearer. His voice was like the sound of rocks grinding together, a low, ominous rumble. Hidden by his cloak was his sword, lifesiphon. Like Dalmor, he toos ought the drak dragon blade, but unlike him, he sought it for no good purpose...

( i dont know if i want you to be evil or not cuz i set this up as a group of members setting out to end the evil and recover the sword, so uh tom change that for now)

((He's going to help but he's still evil, that can work just look at Bethrezen in neo DD's))

last non real post by anyone and everyone else who signed up get in here ( i just dont want it to be like we post for weeks and at the end its you going haha you all fail the sword is mine and its over lol )

Langriser stood on top of his favorite hill wearing his favorite outfit, a red cape and knights armor made especially for him by his parents who worked at black smiths. He had just goten done doing all his chores uch as building the dog house, herding the steeds ad sheep and cows. He was a farm boy, but not just any farm boy, a strong one at that. No man ever won against him in an arm wrestle or a fight.

"Son it's time to come in" His dad called to him from the red farm house below

"comin dad" he shouted back and ran down the hill. He was also very fast, many have challenged him to a race, yet stil he always comes out on top. You would think that he was the most amazing person along with his good looks, until.

"damn door" He said hopping up trying to get at it. He was to damn short for al the tall people tasks and that really pissed him off with all the names that he gets like, shorty, shrimp, baby man all that stuff and that always got to him.