RP:Riotka's Dream

As you step through the entrance to this room, you receive only a fleeting impression of clean, white walls, a marble floor, and a bubbling fountain in the very center of the large floor space. However, the true contents of the room are only briefly exposed to your seeking eyes, before a dense, white cloud of a misty something flows towards, then over you. With a lurch, your perceptions are altered. In some remote corner of your mind, you know that your body remains rooted to the spot, know that your feet remain firmly on the floor and that your legs support your weight, if barely. However, the vision which takes the fullest attention of your consciousness is one of beauty. Gazing around you, you note that you appear to be floating; how or why seem irrelevant and unimportant to you whenever your thoughts dwell on these two puzzles, as though you were being encouraged to disregard common logic and reasoning. Below, around and above you can be seen a panoramic view of tiny, twinkling lights. As you ponder what these might be, it comes to you. Stars. Thousands and thousands of winking stars. The beauty of it causes you to catch your breath, and this action is repeated a second time when, from the corner of your eye, you spot a shape gliding towards you through the opalescent fog you float in. It looks oddly familiar. Could it be what you have desired, the thing you have dreamed of, all these years?\par \par CLANK! The table shook as the large mug was slammed onto the table. The metal blades that sat on the table rattled. Roaring laughter and loud music rang out from the room. Riotka's eyes slowly open as things come into focus. The sound of the room still slightly muffled, his head on the table and right in front of him his arm still clinging to his mug. A voice at the table rings familiar, blinking a few more time to try and clear his vision the dragon thinks to himself ,"I know that voice..." , as he pulls himself out of the grogginess. The familiar voice booms again, "...And I said, the only thing Master Riotka rather be doing.... involves swinging a sword around at people!", The table burst into laughter and Riotka feels inside he wants to laugh, but doesn't remember the relevance to make it truly funny. That's when it hit him. Riotka knew these people. Pulling himself slowly off the table to look up at them. He pulled his head up, and looked about the table. One of the Humans clad in armor saw Riotka recovering and shouted, "Speak of the Devil and he shall appear....", he paused and took a drink from the mug in hand then holding it up in the air towards Riotka. "ALL HAIL! Master Riotka the Stalker of the Void!" The others joined in the drunken cheer and Riotka raised his right arm as he leaned on his left to hold him up. Taking a drink , Riotka thought to himself that this seemed to be familiar, but a familiar something from a long time ago. Pulling his heavy eyes open he looked hard at the ones around him for a moment. They were all men, Each dressed in armor that had seen battle many times. Each male at this table appeared to be of differing races, but all wearing a seal some where on their armor of a blue and white flame. All of them looked to be formidable fighters. Upon looking closer he sees they are all wearing dark red cloaks that almost appear black in the dim light. Riotka scanned his own person to find slightly unfamiliar armor and a cloak as well. Glancing down at the table. Even the sword in the table in front of him had this scene that it was a long lost friend that you've forgotten their name. Inside Riotka felt as if he was at home with these people. Like being with brothers. He had not felt this open and true in a long time.A feeling of a safe security. His mind starting to focus now. 'Where was that room...wait...how did i get here...", a perplexed look falls upon his face as Riotka looks at his hand encased in the gauntlet..."I know this armor....this sword....but...from where..." Looking up as the man next to him yells something in his face, the smell of beer on his breath overbearing. Riotka smiles and nods.'This must be a dream...' the dragon thinks as the tables roars in laughter again before the noises start muffle again. His hand raises the glass up to his mouth. Setting the heavy mug down on the table cause the bladed resting on it's surface to rattle again. Riotka's eye's fell upon the sword. It's blade shaped like a flame with barbs shaped wisps coming off of it. Riotka reaches for the handle and as his fingers touch the seemingly familiar wrap on the handle images of the sword in battle suddenly raced before his eyes, his mind not dwelling on a single one for a moment. Each image a flash of an warrior falling victim to the razor sharp edge. Taking another sip as the images raced faster and faster as the mug was lifted to his face. The noise and banter of the pub faded as the ale was being finished. He stared into the last foam bubbles floating into his mouth as the glass was lifted to it's highest point. The images faded away as the bubbles appeared to be turning into stars that moved forward again. Blinking the stars and every thing disappear suddenly as the dragon stand in the room with his mouth still open and his hand grasping air where the mug would have been. Blinking again he regained his composer and looked around at the white room. "It was a dream.....wasn't it?...". Riotka's eyes fell to the door. As he walked out he tried to recall the conversations and names of the people at the table he was just at. Like sand falling threw his fingers their names and relevance slipped his mind. The more he concentrated on their faces the more they faded in his mind. All the while the taste of the ale still in his mouth.