Post by Bellator Draconis on Aug 23, 2013 8:30:54 GMT
Bellator stood off to the side at the beginning of the Golden Gate Bridge in a grassy area. He looked over the ocean and into the city with a dour expression and wondered how such primitive beings could have built so many super structures and taken claim to a world they once could barely survive the last time he had set foot on Earth. It had been over two thousand years since Bellator had even made an appearance in this world and so much had changed. But Bellator's focus was not to be of this world, he cared nothing for this place, it was simply one more battlefield to claim what was rightfully his as far as he was concerned. His goals were simple but not easily accomplished. He first like all Dragon Knights sought to find his dragon by any means necessary.
Rumors had it that something called a twice blessed had once had the power to summon a dragon as a baby and that these beings were descendants of a powerful faction of witches called the charmed ones with some force known as the power of three. Bellator had brushed up to familiarize himself with such things but he had slumbered for the last thousand years, much of it was not of his time. The last time he walked Earth there were a scattered bunch of witches but most of them were shamanistic, ritual cultist, and the majority of magic creatures like demons and elementals thrived under the rule of godling like beings, if one cared to call them as such. But Bellator had never found any interest in interfering with such affairs, he had only desired his own world; his home.
Bellator did desire to rule but he would rule as he always had, the strongest clan of his time and the people he reigned sovereign over would be just as strong or close to it should they hope to survive the harsh world he had lived in. Thus the people of Earth were not even fit to be ruled and Bellator was not going to plague himself with the genocide of a inferior race just to claim a world that held no benefits or challenges for him. Whilst he searched for his dragon his goal would be to track down the Dragon Masters responsible for killing his mother and son, defeating his clan, and hiding away his dragon and making them suffer an unimaginable fate before killing them. Should they have already perished then Bellator would find the closest kin or desendant or even disciple and kill them instead.
At the same time he would track down any of his clan members that had survived and fled whether they be affiliated with another clan now, hiding out, or anything that deemed them a disgrace to clan Dragaunus then Bellator would kill them too for their cowardice failures. Lastly and secretly as Bellator would never trust such a secret to anyone, he sought the location of the resting place of his daughter. She no doubt wouldn't have made it easy for anyone to find given that there were Dragon Masters after her. But the sooner he found her, the easier it would be to watch over the only real weakness he had, and the easier it would be to restart clan Dragaunus once more. Bellator thought himself a reasonable ruler, where others would oppress and tyrannized, Bellator afforded the people under his rules at the very least the minimum necessities to live.
On top of that he established order above all else, laws were severely enforced, and his ruling was absolute. As such the rate of crime was virtually none existent. Further more Bellator held onto his claims with an iron fist, no wild beast or other Dragon Knight clan would pester his people, to do so would mean death. Law, Order, Traditions, it was a fair trade in Bellators eyes for freedom which often just lead to chaos and inadequacies in living. Persuit of happiness was not guaranteed nor was it even presented as possible, such things were up to the individual, Safety and Security were of far greater importance even if it overshadowed possibilities of happiness for many.
However, If there was one thing that Bellator did enjoy in this world and time though, it was the attire available. Though useless for battle and offering zero protection it was rather comfortable and a bit more practical than the heavy armors he usually wore. He of course could summon armor upon himself at a moments notice but he much rather at leisure preferred the wear of the more expensive suits available. He liked how they looked and were aesthetically pleasing to him. It was one of the many expensive suits that one could find Bellator in most of the time. Bellator himself was a physically imposing man, very muscularly built, about 6ft5 and weighing a little short of 300 lbs, Bellator could be intimidating to confront for anyone really. Bellator had been busy at work though. He had confronted all the lowly demons and warlock, posted magical signs, put up messages on bulletins even encoded in it wording so people wouldn't think it was crazy and just think it was some medieval event or perhaps what people call LARPing.
None the less he made sure the message was out there and clear. Anyone who knew anything about the blessed children or twice blessed, specifically this Wyat, anyone who knew anything of dragons, dragon masters, or dragon knights was to confront Bellator at this location at this time. Bellator would return everyday for an hour and await before continuing the search himself. One way or another though, his goals would be met, completed, and his kingdom and clan would be restored. He stood quite austere as he always did though there was a solemness about him. At the moment he presented a more gruff persona but anyone who knew him well knew that such a state could change within him in the blink of an eye. The stern Dragon Knight awaited statue like to see if his scattered branches bore any fruit this day.
Rumors had it that something called a twice blessed had once had the power to summon a dragon as a baby and that these beings were descendants of a powerful faction of witches called the charmed ones with some force known as the power of three. Bellator had brushed up to familiarize himself with such things but he had slumbered for the last thousand years, much of it was not of his time. The last time he walked Earth there were a scattered bunch of witches but most of them were shamanistic, ritual cultist, and the majority of magic creatures like demons and elementals thrived under the rule of godling like beings, if one cared to call them as such. But Bellator had never found any interest in interfering with such affairs, he had only desired his own world; his home.
Bellator did desire to rule but he would rule as he always had, the strongest clan of his time and the people he reigned sovereign over would be just as strong or close to it should they hope to survive the harsh world he had lived in. Thus the people of Earth were not even fit to be ruled and Bellator was not going to plague himself with the genocide of a inferior race just to claim a world that held no benefits or challenges for him. Whilst he searched for his dragon his goal would be to track down the Dragon Masters responsible for killing his mother and son, defeating his clan, and hiding away his dragon and making them suffer an unimaginable fate before killing them. Should they have already perished then Bellator would find the closest kin or desendant or even disciple and kill them instead.
At the same time he would track down any of his clan members that had survived and fled whether they be affiliated with another clan now, hiding out, or anything that deemed them a disgrace to clan Dragaunus then Bellator would kill them too for their cowardice failures. Lastly and secretly as Bellator would never trust such a secret to anyone, he sought the location of the resting place of his daughter. She no doubt wouldn't have made it easy for anyone to find given that there were Dragon Masters after her. But the sooner he found her, the easier it would be to watch over the only real weakness he had, and the easier it would be to restart clan Dragaunus once more. Bellator thought himself a reasonable ruler, where others would oppress and tyrannized, Bellator afforded the people under his rules at the very least the minimum necessities to live.
On top of that he established order above all else, laws were severely enforced, and his ruling was absolute. As such the rate of crime was virtually none existent. Further more Bellator held onto his claims with an iron fist, no wild beast or other Dragon Knight clan would pester his people, to do so would mean death. Law, Order, Traditions, it was a fair trade in Bellators eyes for freedom which often just lead to chaos and inadequacies in living. Persuit of happiness was not guaranteed nor was it even presented as possible, such things were up to the individual, Safety and Security were of far greater importance even if it overshadowed possibilities of happiness for many.
However, If there was one thing that Bellator did enjoy in this world and time though, it was the attire available. Though useless for battle and offering zero protection it was rather comfortable and a bit more practical than the heavy armors he usually wore. He of course could summon armor upon himself at a moments notice but he much rather at leisure preferred the wear of the more expensive suits available. He liked how they looked and were aesthetically pleasing to him. It was one of the many expensive suits that one could find Bellator in most of the time. Bellator himself was a physically imposing man, very muscularly built, about 6ft5 and weighing a little short of 300 lbs, Bellator could be intimidating to confront for anyone really. Bellator had been busy at work though. He had confronted all the lowly demons and warlock, posted magical signs, put up messages on bulletins even encoded in it wording so people wouldn't think it was crazy and just think it was some medieval event or perhaps what people call LARPing.
None the less he made sure the message was out there and clear. Anyone who knew anything about the blessed children or twice blessed, specifically this Wyat, anyone who knew anything of dragons, dragon masters, or dragon knights was to confront Bellator at this location at this time. Bellator would return everyday for an hour and await before continuing the search himself. One way or another though, his goals would be met, completed, and his kingdom and clan would be restored. He stood quite austere as he always did though there was a solemness about him. At the moment he presented a more gruff persona but anyone who knew him well knew that such a state could change within him in the blink of an eye. The stern Dragon Knight awaited statue like to see if his scattered branches bore any fruit this day.