"Today is the time we defeat him, no more will he plague our lands, for his time has come..."

"The prophesy said that the one who wielded the blade of light would defeat the shadows surrounding the borders of Nezgareth..."

"I, son of Faerlen the worthy stand before you, and in my grasp is the blessed sword, last of the Ethereal elf blades..."

"Do not trust the looks of those who claim it, for the one who's truth lies in the blood and not the thought shall be the weilder..."

"I go now as the master of the blade of light to destroy the dark lord forever, so that his evil may never trouble our peaceful people ever again..."

"Do not lose hope when all seems lost, for in the end..."

"Who will join me!"

"The light shall lead the way..."

And so the Lord of the great city charged the dark keep, preparing himself for imminent victory, under the guidance of the prophesy, he lead the last defence of the continent of Nezgareth, the remaining elite guard, to their deaths. The battle was tragic, though they fought bravely, they perished in the grip of the black horde, and the blade fell...
Once Lord Kelaen, son of Faerlen the worthy died at the hands of Daemos the leader of the horde, the Ether-stone's light failed on the throne in the hall of Lords and the great city knew and their spirit failed, in a final sweep the black horde swarmed the city's gates, and over ran it, even with the great mage guild and the remaining warriors, without the elite guard and their monarch they were lesser beings, and they too fell under the blade of the horde.
The last defence was gone, no longer would time be wasted moving round the great mountains, now that the pass was cleared.
But before the battle was lost, one citizen managed to make her way to the hall of Lords...

Panting heavily under the stiffling heat of the air she ran, unable to see to far infront of her among the wreckage of what was once her home, now destroyed. She could still hear the screams of her friends and family as the goblins, trolls and other nightmarish beings breached the city gates, died around her. She remembered her panic and the need to run, she was lucky she'd tripped and skidded into a collapsed house and plummeted into the cellar below she had hit her head and been rendered unconscious for who knows how long. But this seemingly unfortunate event, saved her life. Now she was here, she just prayed this was a good enough time.
She darted up the last flight of stairs and forced open with numb fingers the large door of strong oak, protected by powerful magic so it could even withstand the heat.
She didn't stop to rest once it was open, she ran inside and almost fell sobbing at the foot of the pedestal, a top which hung a great bell seething with magic, its golden sheen caught in the fires exploding behind her, but the room was surprisingly cool.
She reached for the small dragon headed hammer, and looked at the bell with a feeling of anxiousness, triumph and peace. She would do it.
Her eyes wandered to the inscription and she began to read...

If ever you shall need us,
We shall come at the call,,
Of three times beseach us,
To come before you fall,
We shall catch you in the claws,
Of the beings which we ride,
And so in turn the battle,
Will be turning with the tide,
But warn thee now we must,
For if the summons is in wrong,
You shall fear the wrath,
Of the dreaded dragon song.

With a deep breath she held the hammer and tapped the bell gently, a peel of sevral notes filled the room, faintly heard above the noise of destruction,
"Lords of the skies, I beseach you, come to our aid!"
She struck the beller harder this time and the sound grew, more notes were added and any other noise started to fade in the song,
"Lords of the mountain fires, I beseach you, come save us from destruction!"
With a final swing the bell cracked, filling the room with such noise she could barely hear her self utter the last of the summons,
"Riders of the dragons, I beseach you, save us all!"
As the last words died on her lips the room pulsed gold and silver before the sound dissipated with a crack and a faint flurry of enchanted lightning.
She was left in silence, collapsed in a huddle in the middle of the floor. She heard him coming up behind her, expected it, everything in the city woud have herad the sound.
The goblin raised it's black iron axe above her head and with a red eyed grin swung down.

OOC: Okay, this is basically set in a medieval fantasy world, you have the races of, Elves, Dwarves, Humans, beast people (furries), Dryhads (tree people), Nympths (water beings)and Sprites (All elemtal types save for water and plant) as the general good guys. They're all your pretty usual, to be expected kind of creatures, if you want to have something different just ask and I'll probably fit it in.
You can either play as a normal person running around the countryside doing their best, or you can be a dragon rider, of which a group has been sent to help out Nezgareth. You can be any race as a dragon rider, and your dragon steed can be of any type as long as it's not too radical or super powered. The dragons are intelligent and can speak many languages as well as communicate with their rider telepathically.
As for magic, yes you can use it, also basic spell stuff, if you're not sure about something, just ask me.

We start off (if you join ( hopefully)) as the group lands on a sea cliff not far from a village, so you can intro your chars as either coming from the village or from the Island of caves (where the dragon riders and there mounts come from).

Here's the basic profile,

Name:
Species:
Age:
Gender:
Appearance:
Equipment: (weapons, any particular gear, ect...)
Abilities: (Spells, things to be expected of a race, ie nympths breathing underwater ect)

Name of dragon (if a DRider):
Breed:
Age: (can live up to 1000yrs but tend to be the same age as the rider)
Gender:
Appearance:
Abilities: (particular breathe or skills ect)

IC:

Name: Amber
Species: Beast person /Furrie
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Appearance: A cat like being covered in brown tabby-like fur with golden eyes with cat pupils, she wears a brown sleeveless top and slightly baggy beige trousers, she also has leather riding gloves with slits at the tips so she can unsheathe her claws without getting them caught in the material.
Equipment: Slim enchanted short sword, able to summon fire to the blade.
Abilities: Has the usual cat being abilities, see in the dark, climb with relative ease ect.

Name of dragon: Sprix
Breed: Forest dragon
Age: 2
Appearance: He is already half grown but is only the size of a horse and covered with different shades of green scales, he has a sharp horn on the end of his snout and white tipped claws on the end his four feet. He also has two horns at the back of the head pointing back in a straight line. The bone at the end of his tail tip is in the shape of an ivy leaf. His back is protected by sharp thorn-like spines.
Abilities: Low powered fire breathe, but better at close combat and manoeuvring through cramped areas because of his slight size. Good at catching unsuspecting cows.

Amber settled herself on the grass, her back to the cliff, Sprix was staring hungrily at the village,
Bet they have a nice paddock full of-
NO! You follow the mission, you can catch some fish later.
Spoil sport.

Sprix flumped down on the grass and curled up to wait, once everyone was settled their commander would give them a heads up on what they were going to do.

OOC: Thats my intro, so feel free to join.