FA+
Shop
121
Views
Views
4
Favorites
Favorites
Category
Artwork (Digital) / All
Species Unspecified / Any
Size 1280 x 1194
File Size 776 kB
Report this content
More from Ravyn Arcadia
Listed in Folders
Ra’Qai (Ray Kay)
His first clear memory was water dripping on his forehead, the drops touching it softly waking him up. He sat up in a foot high of mud covering most of him with his shoulders and upper arms coming out of it, did he sink? Crash? Did he do it on purpose? Was it an elaborate spa treatment? He was naked after all.
Knowing one thing it wasn’t the last thing as the battlefield had hundreds of dead around him. He shifted his weight to the side to side moving his arms out as he looked to his feet moving them a bit and shifting his hips until able to go to his knees.
He stood like that for quite some time. Spears, swords and arrows decorating the many men on the field as he slowly forced himself to his feet.
He stood up and looked around spotting that all spears and other weapon were one single solid metal, not craft but sort of made out of one shape, something that looked like it would take so long to carve.
He called out ‘’HELLO?” as loud as he could, the hills and valleys giving him nothing but the cold wind singing to him there is nothing but him and his loneliness.
He forced his feet from the mud and stood on a rock looking to the many on the ground, men and women all dead, how? He looked around himself as he began to make out the enemy, or so he think. Metal dragons the size of small dogs up to majestic draft stallion laid dead everywhere.
“What happened?” He asked as he went through his pockets finding nothing to help identify himself or the situation. He took a few steps forth towards the setting sun, the battlefield spawned miles ahead through the night.
He eventually made it to something familiar in a way, was it home? It was dark. He stepped forward looking for something to identify himself or his past but it seemed as if no one lived there.
He found a gray small pebble sides rose flower growing on the ground, he moved a branch exposing another and another until he had a circle of the roses.
He thought of it for a moment before stepping into the circle and feeling a rush of energy as he fell through the air and disappeared finding himself in a small yard on a small rock island in a volcano. The yard had a small modest garden, the hot volcanic ashes heat the area as he stepped sideways looking for the gray flowers when he spotted a single round door on the ground.
Leaning over he pulled it open and jumped on in finding what he didn’t realize was an alchemist’s lair.
“Anyone here?” He asked as he walked forward and into the home, the home seemed empty but he was still on guard.
He walked through the low ceiling hallway and walked over passing the many doors along the sides until he reached a small door at the end. He lowered his frame and crawled up to it and pushed it open slipping inside before standing up.
Potions were not brewing in the lab, someone had left it some few days ago.
He walked to the main desk, someone had stressed away from it as it had all paper and books scattered, he stepped on something wet and sticky before picking up ‘’Journal #19” he sat down on the small chair and looked at it from the back, half of it had been used.
“I’ll teach him for going in my area! I perfected the dragons, I can fire them at will from my staff! He’ll never see it coming!” was the last journal.
He moved through the house about to leave when he heard a faint croaking sound.
He moved to the noise, a bookshelf ? no, behind it. He pulled it off the wall revealing a small pony sized dragon behind it. Made of steel looking exactly like those from his battlefield he walked up to it fearlessly and came to his knee before it looking to the lock.
“Mraq?” the Dragon said.
“I Mirak is it? Nice to meet you Mirak, I don’t remember my name” ”Ra’Qai!” the Dragon shout in an annoyed tone.
“That’s my name?” He said quietly and smiled softly “Thank you, that’s nice to know” he said as he went to the wall looking for a key.
“You wouldn’t happen to know where he kept the key by any chance?” He asked as he looked over his shoulder to Mirak.
“Bah” the dragon said as he thought it may mean no. But could also mean bath. He left to the bathroom and pulled the faucet off the tub and came back beating at the lock.
The island and house suddenly shook. “Surely I couldn’t have hit that hard?” He asked looking to the dragon who had an urgent face.
“Right” he said and struck the lock twice more breaking it to find it re-forming in place locking the dragon in.
“This isn’t working” He said looking to it as it looked worried.
“Okay, the second it breaks, push your way out, got it?” ”VAMMMA!” The Dragon yelled as he knocked the lock weak before bludgeoning it off.
Mirak shot out of the cage blasting into the door behind Ra’Qai as he fall backwards when the island suddenly shifted violently.
The dragon flapped its wings and rushed to the door, he stood up and in a confused hurry grabbed a random vase on the way back out rushing to the door climbing back out finding the volcano about to erupt and kill him.
Mirak went up to the dragon hugging the vase, he wasn’t sure the dragon could get them both out even if he tried.
“Prah?” The dragon said flapping his wings looking at Ra’Qai trying to look at his back.
“I don’t have those” he said and pointed up “Save yourself, I’ll climb” he said as the dragon cocked a brow and lifted off the ground before swinging off in a circle coming back and grabbing him with all four legs, the cold steel cutting into him but it was better than burning alive.
The air was cold and unforgiving, the two shot out in to the middle of winter in the middle of nowhere, both stunned by the sight as Mirak looked to the ground and sniffed loudly.
He shot like an arrow towards the closest settlement, shooting nose first through a door landing them at an inn.
“WHOA! WELL! WELCOME!” said a loud Orc.
“Where are we?” Ra’Qay asked. As he stood up shivering.
“Sweet child, what on earth” the Orc said as he walked over and put a cloak on him “You’re not supposed to be out here, it’s a hermit colony for Orc’s, the others are in hibernation but they wouldn’t appreciate the company”
“I came from the volcano, before then forest, before then war, before then… nothing?” he said to the Orc who nodded.
“Come sit” The Orc said and took him to the fireplace sitting him on a big chair under a pelt of unicorn where Mirak laid before the flames flicking his wings on and off getting comfortable.
“So you say you came out of the volcano?” the Orc asked.
“Yes” ”That means you work for Mowth, how is he doing?” ”Mowth? There was no Mowth” He said
The Orc placed his hands on the head of the boy and scanned his mind, reading recent memory
“Mowth was the puddle you slipped in, the slimy sticky” ”Oh I don’t know him, I didn’t know puddles did things”
“They… don’t” ”Where are we?”
“Too far north, you need to fly back south, find people” ”Who are we?” ”Mowth was in a war, one on one with this other Alchemist called the Redd”
“Redd, was he a puddle?” The Orc read the memory once more and gasped “Oh my that’s a lot of head arch alchemists on the field, what on earth prompted this? All over land dispute?”
Ra’Qai nodded “So what are we?” ”You’re being made from nothing, it’s why you don’t remember much, you are likely supposed to spawn in mud and didn’t sit up on time to die on the field, so when you were in the ground ready to spawn he was killed and somehow you woke up later. You’re not supposed to. As for him, some kind of experimental dragon to use the same way, I’m not sure how it is alive or why but he speaks Trilitam, an ancient dragon tongue. So maybe he revived someone alive very long ago.
“Vamma” Mirak said and nodded smiling big.
“I think that means yes” the Orc replied and smiled.
“How do we get south?” he asked the Orc.
“Fly high and follow the green”
He stayed a whole week eating, making beds, changing the others clothes and helping the big Orc prepare for the waking up ceremony.
But after a week Mirak stood by the door and he knew it was time.
“It was nice seeing you” he said as the Orc read his mind one last time seeing how much he appreciated the simple times in the mountains.
“It was interesting, now come back never”
“Too cold for me anyways” he said and walked out hopping into a weaves basket that Mirak grabbed and lifted before flying high and speeding off like a rocket through the sky shooting down south until the two came over five massive continents.
“Do you like that one maybe?” he asked pointing to his right.
Mirak nodded, dropping the basket, diving down catching it before shooting to the continent landing on the eastern beaches of the West lands.
The two set up a shop, the dragon turned out to be able to shape metal in the air making weapons or armor, which came into handy for Ra’Qai.
The two of them became amateur F tier bounty hunters who specialized on low risk quick missions on the closest town as well as selling weapons to passing boats.
They once accidentally took an A class mission as the A had smudged enough to an “F” being on the board too long but luckily for the two the beast needing killing had died after accidentally dropping a massive chandelier over his head a hundred or so years ago.
Being so new but so grown at the same time made life very hard for Mirak in keeping Ra’Qai alive.
Bio for both by
ChoaWawa
Art by thehndes of DA
His first clear memory was water dripping on his forehead, the drops touching it softly waking him up. He sat up in a foot high of mud covering most of him with his shoulders and upper arms coming out of it, did he sink? Crash? Did he do it on purpose? Was it an elaborate spa treatment? He was naked after all.
Knowing one thing it wasn’t the last thing as the battlefield had hundreds of dead around him. He shifted his weight to the side to side moving his arms out as he looked to his feet moving them a bit and shifting his hips until able to go to his knees.
He stood like that for quite some time. Spears, swords and arrows decorating the many men on the field as he slowly forced himself to his feet.
He stood up and looked around spotting that all spears and other weapon were one single solid metal, not craft but sort of made out of one shape, something that looked like it would take so long to carve.
He called out ‘’HELLO?” as loud as he could, the hills and valleys giving him nothing but the cold wind singing to him there is nothing but him and his loneliness.
He forced his feet from the mud and stood on a rock looking to the many on the ground, men and women all dead, how? He looked around himself as he began to make out the enemy, or so he think. Metal dragons the size of small dogs up to majestic draft stallion laid dead everywhere.
“What happened?” He asked as he went through his pockets finding nothing to help identify himself or the situation. He took a few steps forth towards the setting sun, the battlefield spawned miles ahead through the night.
He eventually made it to something familiar in a way, was it home? It was dark. He stepped forward looking for something to identify himself or his past but it seemed as if no one lived there.
He found a gray small pebble sides rose flower growing on the ground, he moved a branch exposing another and another until he had a circle of the roses.
He thought of it for a moment before stepping into the circle and feeling a rush of energy as he fell through the air and disappeared finding himself in a small yard on a small rock island in a volcano. The yard had a small modest garden, the hot volcanic ashes heat the area as he stepped sideways looking for the gray flowers when he spotted a single round door on the ground.
Leaning over he pulled it open and jumped on in finding what he didn’t realize was an alchemist’s lair.
“Anyone here?” He asked as he walked forward and into the home, the home seemed empty but he was still on guard.
He walked through the low ceiling hallway and walked over passing the many doors along the sides until he reached a small door at the end. He lowered his frame and crawled up to it and pushed it open slipping inside before standing up.
Potions were not brewing in the lab, someone had left it some few days ago.
He walked to the main desk, someone had stressed away from it as it had all paper and books scattered, he stepped on something wet and sticky before picking up ‘’Journal #19” he sat down on the small chair and looked at it from the back, half of it had been used.
“I’ll teach him for going in my area! I perfected the dragons, I can fire them at will from my staff! He’ll never see it coming!” was the last journal.
He moved through the house about to leave when he heard a faint croaking sound.
He moved to the noise, a bookshelf ? no, behind it. He pulled it off the wall revealing a small pony sized dragon behind it. Made of steel looking exactly like those from his battlefield he walked up to it fearlessly and came to his knee before it looking to the lock.
“Mraq?” the Dragon said.
“I Mirak is it? Nice to meet you Mirak, I don’t remember my name” ”Ra’Qai!” the Dragon shout in an annoyed tone.
“That’s my name?” He said quietly and smiled softly “Thank you, that’s nice to know” he said as he went to the wall looking for a key.
“You wouldn’t happen to know where he kept the key by any chance?” He asked as he looked over his shoulder to Mirak.
“Bah” the dragon said as he thought it may mean no. But could also mean bath. He left to the bathroom and pulled the faucet off the tub and came back beating at the lock.
The island and house suddenly shook. “Surely I couldn’t have hit that hard?” He asked looking to the dragon who had an urgent face.
“Right” he said and struck the lock twice more breaking it to find it re-forming in place locking the dragon in.
“This isn’t working” He said looking to it as it looked worried.
“Okay, the second it breaks, push your way out, got it?” ”VAMMMA!” The Dragon yelled as he knocked the lock weak before bludgeoning it off.
Mirak shot out of the cage blasting into the door behind Ra’Qai as he fall backwards when the island suddenly shifted violently.
The dragon flapped its wings and rushed to the door, he stood up and in a confused hurry grabbed a random vase on the way back out rushing to the door climbing back out finding the volcano about to erupt and kill him.
Mirak went up to the dragon hugging the vase, he wasn’t sure the dragon could get them both out even if he tried.
“Prah?” The dragon said flapping his wings looking at Ra’Qai trying to look at his back.
“I don’t have those” he said and pointed up “Save yourself, I’ll climb” he said as the dragon cocked a brow and lifted off the ground before swinging off in a circle coming back and grabbing him with all four legs, the cold steel cutting into him but it was better than burning alive.
The air was cold and unforgiving, the two shot out in to the middle of winter in the middle of nowhere, both stunned by the sight as Mirak looked to the ground and sniffed loudly.
He shot like an arrow towards the closest settlement, shooting nose first through a door landing them at an inn.
“WHOA! WELL! WELCOME!” said a loud Orc.
“Where are we?” Ra’Qay asked. As he stood up shivering.
“Sweet child, what on earth” the Orc said as he walked over and put a cloak on him “You’re not supposed to be out here, it’s a hermit colony for Orc’s, the others are in hibernation but they wouldn’t appreciate the company”
“I came from the volcano, before then forest, before then war, before then… nothing?” he said to the Orc who nodded.
“Come sit” The Orc said and took him to the fireplace sitting him on a big chair under a pelt of unicorn where Mirak laid before the flames flicking his wings on and off getting comfortable.
“So you say you came out of the volcano?” the Orc asked.
“Yes” ”That means you work for Mowth, how is he doing?” ”Mowth? There was no Mowth” He said
The Orc placed his hands on the head of the boy and scanned his mind, reading recent memory
“Mowth was the puddle you slipped in, the slimy sticky” ”Oh I don’t know him, I didn’t know puddles did things”
“They… don’t” ”Where are we?”
“Too far north, you need to fly back south, find people” ”Who are we?” ”Mowth was in a war, one on one with this other Alchemist called the Redd”
“Redd, was he a puddle?” The Orc read the memory once more and gasped “Oh my that’s a lot of head arch alchemists on the field, what on earth prompted this? All over land dispute?”
Ra’Qai nodded “So what are we?” ”You’re being made from nothing, it’s why you don’t remember much, you are likely supposed to spawn in mud and didn’t sit up on time to die on the field, so when you were in the ground ready to spawn he was killed and somehow you woke up later. You’re not supposed to. As for him, some kind of experimental dragon to use the same way, I’m not sure how it is alive or why but he speaks Trilitam, an ancient dragon tongue. So maybe he revived someone alive very long ago.
“Vamma” Mirak said and nodded smiling big.
“I think that means yes” the Orc replied and smiled.
“How do we get south?” he asked the Orc.
“Fly high and follow the green”
He stayed a whole week eating, making beds, changing the others clothes and helping the big Orc prepare for the waking up ceremony.
But after a week Mirak stood by the door and he knew it was time.
“It was nice seeing you” he said as the Orc read his mind one last time seeing how much he appreciated the simple times in the mountains.
“It was interesting, now come back never”
“Too cold for me anyways” he said and walked out hopping into a weaves basket that Mirak grabbed and lifted before flying high and speeding off like a rocket through the sky shooting down south until the two came over five massive continents.
“Do you like that one maybe?” he asked pointing to his right.
Mirak nodded, dropping the basket, diving down catching it before shooting to the continent landing on the eastern beaches of the West lands.
The two set up a shop, the dragon turned out to be able to shape metal in the air making weapons or armor, which came into handy for Ra’Qai.
The two of them became amateur F tier bounty hunters who specialized on low risk quick missions on the closest town as well as selling weapons to passing boats.
They once accidentally took an A class mission as the A had smudged enough to an “F” being on the board too long but luckily for the two the beast needing killing had died after accidentally dropping a massive chandelier over his head a hundred or so years ago.
Being so new but so grown at the same time made life very hard for Mirak in keeping Ra’Qai alive.
Bio for both by
ChoaWawaArt by thehndes of DA
Category Artwork (Digital) / All
Species Unspecified / Any
Size 1280 x 1194px
File Size 776 kB
Comments