The Reclamation

[crawford'n'co]

The man looked on in horror as the dragons swarmed the city. The giant walls had been built to defend against siege engines, not dragons. The golden city of Aevum had held out against countless sieges, but this was one they would not win. The great Spire held the greatest magicians in its turret. Fireballs raced towards each side. The outer city had already been desecrated, but the Citadel had held out for over two hours. A great roar silenced all other sounds for a moment. A great silver dragon soared out over the city, its scales gleaming with the light of a thousand suns. Its giant maw opened, releasing a fireball. The Spire's magical shields and protective enchantements faltered under the power of the magical element. The defenders had failed. The man wept at the sight of the city destroyed. It had been the last stronghold in this area, and had several million inhabitants. The mighty dragons perched themselves on the golden towers of the city, awaiting the call to return to the Cruor Mountains, their home. What had influenced them to such destruction, the man did not know, but he had to warn the other strongholds of this, and help them prepare.

The dragons have been influenced by some unknown source. Several of the great strongholds have been destroyed. The players are either a Pure dragon, Influenced dragon, or a human. Human-dragon interaction has stopped since the war has started. All dragons are assumed hostile, and all humans are assumed hostile. The three sides are the Influenced, the Pure, and the humans. Each is at war with the others. The object of the humans is to destroy the dragons, and take complete control of the planet. The object of the Pure, is to destroy/kill Efflectum, The Destroyer of Hope and the Influenced dragons. Same for the Influenced, only they have the opposite objective.


The humans have been at peace with the dragons for millenia until Efflectum ressurected and turned dome of the dragons on the humans. Humans have developed magic, but nothing on par with the dragons. Enchanted weapons are rare, and are usually granted to heroes and nobles. Heavy siege weapons were developed against the dragons, but little has prevailed. Weapons and armour have become so fine, that what would be considered items for nobles in our universe, is granted to the average soldier. There has been one Crusade against the dragons, but it failed, and few returned. The seven great strongholds were created at the beginning of the war. Four remain.


The dragons have always occupied this world, as have the humans. At first the dragons were the dominant species, but after several interclan wars, the humans took over. Most of the dragon clans were destroyed in the first God-war, when Efflectum first came to power. The greatest Dragon-Seers and Human Mages combined their strength and made a great enchantment that banished Efflectum for one thousand years. Every one casting the enchantment died. Most of the dragon elders blamed the humans for their stupidity in the casting of the spell, assuming they did something wrong, and so the first Crusade started. Many of the dragons were killed, but at a high price to the humans. After a century of no contact, a single human ventured as far as to reestablish contact. After many years of peace, Efflectum's banishment ended. He ressurected and converted many of the dragons to his cause, with the help of many powerful mages. The Second Crusade was launched as a result of Influenced dragons destroying the sixth great stronghold Arei. Only four of the dragon clans remained. The Pure dragons retaliated by destroying the seventh great stronghold, Narn. Since that time, numerous skirmishses have taken place, and some of the greatest dragons have fallen in battle. Efflectum attacked again, destroying the fifth great stronghold, Aevum. The Pure have no left the Southern Crour Mountains since the incident. Efflectum resides in a great fortress in the Northern Cruor Mountains. Any who have gone there have never returned.

There are only a few rules.
1. No powergaming. No metagaming. On penalty of recreation of character.
2. NO human-dragon interaction, unless it is in battle, and it is like taunts and stuff.
3. Have fun... on penalty of death ^^.
4. Listen to me and Sevorak. We are leading this.


Name:
Gender:
*Scale Colour:
Age
Description:
Strengths:
Weaknesses:
Status / Rank:

*Weapons:
*Armour:
{* = race specific}


Name: Barak'Thul
Gender: Male
*Scale Colour: Silver
Age: 732 Years
Description: Barak is a wise dragon. Risen as a warrior, he is unmatched in war counseling. Eager to do battle with the Influenced, the only thing that has stopped him is the shortage of warriors from the other clans.
Strengths: Huge size frightens most. Powerful fire.
Weaknesses: Huge size alerts others to his presence.
Status: Thul Clan Leader, Pure Dragon

[Cable]

So are we playing as the dragons?

[Lestaki]

I'm not sure how any human character is supposed to cope with dragons. Like, at all. Ever. Give me an army, and I'll try and kill one... Really, I can't see how human players stand any kind of chance solo, and if there are that many dragons even armies would falter. Heck, dragons can fly. We can't. That makes melee /almost/ irrelevant.

That said, I'll be doing my damnest to prove myself wrong. You can keep your dark gods, I'm here to kill dragons :p. My character is essentially maximised in every way I can think of, simply because she can't fly, breathe fire and isn't 1000 years old. She needs all the help she can get.

I'll probably enjoy this. ;)

Name: Renora Thorn
Gender: Female
Age: 17
Description: Dark-haired and with intense yellow eyes. Dresses in black with a black cloak and wears laqured silver armour. Robustly built, with both strength and agility.

Weapons: Nightmare Judgement- an enchanced greatsword wielded by Thorns for over two hundred years, this black iron weapon has been altered to slice through dragonscale and slay these great creatures. It also features a powerful shadow enchancement that allows it to unleash a pscyological attack- the titular Nightmare Judgement. This allows the wielder to project their own darkest hates and fears in a mental attack, which the Thorns typically use to distract Dragons as they charge.
Renora also carries a short stabbing blade, two knives, and a crossbow.
Armour: Thorn Armour- not enchanced so much as simply well-made, this spiked silver full-body plate is a trademark of the family, and designed to their needs. It is designed to be as heat resistant as humanely possible, and protects the torso only; the Thorns also need to maintain high manuverability and speed to fight their dragon foes.

Strengths: A dragonslayer born, Renora is skilled with all manner of mortal weapons. She is particularly skilled with Nightmare Judgement, and after witnessing her father's traumatic death is excellent with the mental attack capacity of that blade. Can scale a dragon's back and keep her balance, and excells at suprise attacks.
Weaknesses: Obsesses with destroying dragons to the point of fixation. Has little skill or interest as a human leader, essentially using friendly troops as cannon fodder to distract dragons while she closes. Cannot use magic.

Status / Rank: Aristocratic Knight, part of a hereditary line of dragon hunters. Commands respect if few actual followers. The Thorn family serves the far more powerful Recarn Dutchy.

Backstory: Renora's family dates back two hundred years, and is marked always by its forebearer, Demark Thorn- an individual who fought and slew many lesser dragons and not a few of the larger ones before his premature, flame related death. In peace, the Thorns have trained and prepared, passing down their techniques and stories. At war, the Thorns are recognised as one of the foremost dragonslaying families. They were heavily involved in the Crusade and lost four scions in that ferocious conflict.

In more recent times, Renora was groomed to be a heir and Knight of the Thorn, a dragonslayer like all before her. This became especially urgent as the present conflict broke out- the Thorn Elassar, heir to the line, was killed in the early days of the war. With her brother, to her ire, dead, Renora become the Thorn Elassar, fighting alongbeside her father. It was during the defence of the second stronghold that he died, leaving her the Thorn and passing to her both the Nightmare Judgement and weighty responsibilities. Now, she fights to protect mankind. And to kill dragons. As many as she can.

[crawford'n'co]

We are playing as dragons and humans. Oh and sorry about that, I forgot to mention that humans have Ballistae, which can be used whenever near a town, as all towns are required to keep a store of 5 Ballistae. Each ballista is capable of downing a dragon in a single shot, if it can penetrate the flames. And not all dragons are as capable as mine. Im an Elder Pure Dragon, leader of a warrior clan, and not all dragons are as willing to do battle.

[Sevorak]

Name: Narathaeon, Chosen of Efflectum; Scourge of Arachon, Defiler of the Sacred Watch and Slayer of Teltharion.
Gender: Male.
Age: 897.
Description: A towering pillar of dark, coruscating energy; a void-space in existence in which all life wilts and dies. A pair of black, soulless eyes are hooded by a torn, nightmaric shroud that obscures the daemonic, hate-filled visage of Narathaeon, the greatest of all Efflectum's servants.
Strengths: Fearless, scourged of all emotions deemed 'negative' by the Destroyer of Hope, and is the most terrifying servant of the Dark God; his visage incites more fear than even the greatest of dragons - for to look into his eyes is to stare deep into the abyssal soul of one who can tell you what it is to have your soul torn apart by the whimsical, insane desires of a God.
Weaknesses: Narathaeon has no drives other than to destroy; he also possesses no concern at all for his own continued survival and existence - all that possesses him is a nihilistic drive to destroy, destroy and destroy until he himself is as broken and defeated as the world he perceives around him.
Status / Rank: The Exalted Champion of Efflectum.

Weapons: A dark-bladed runesword, from which the merest touch can awaken festering, gaping wounds filled with pus and ichor. To fall to the blade of Narathaeon is to have your soul condemned to an eternity of suffering at the whims of Efflectum. There are few worse fates that can be imagined in the nightmares of mortals.
Armour: Full plate armour forged from metals with the hue of darkest midnight, writhing with the cacophanous death-screams of a million tormented souls.

[Psymon]

I get to play as a dragon? I am so doing this!

Name: Solanus
Gender: Male
Scale Colour: Metallic Red
Age: 153
Description: A young dragon, by their reckoning, but he has spent much of his life reading their records and talking to the Elders of various clans. He has always found humans fascinating, but his attempts at communication have always resulted in being chased off by a small army and this is why he can't fly very well, a crossbow bolt got lodged in his wing muscles and pains him after a short time spent flying. He has learnt a lot of powerful magic from the elders and is a lot less hot-headed than most of his generation, preferring to think things through before acting. He can control his breath a lot better than most youngsters too. He will often tend towards sarcasm.
Strengths: An extremely powerful mage and good at controlling his fire. Methodical in his actions and a good planner.
Weaknesses: Has yet to develop the strong armour a dragon gets as they age, cannot fly for a long time or very fast because of his injury. Quite small, for a dragon.
Status / Rank: Pure Dragon, was born in the Thul clan, but has become a wanderer in his search for knowledge. He is heading back to his ancestral home, this isn't a good time to be a dragon without a clan.

[Cable]

First off I'd like to say I think the human-dragon interaction rule is a little silly. I think that there could be some deviousness going on, perhaps a meglomanical human forging a pact with a dragon, or a pacifist dragon making a peace agreement with several humans?

Name: Taraneth
Gender: Male
Age: 873
Scale Colour: White / Red

Background: Taraneth was born in the volcanic regions of the planet, and was raised by both his parents. His father, a fierce warrior dragon trained Taraneth in the was of combat and fighting. As such, he grew up with a fiery personality and is exceedingly quick to anger. When he learned some his kinsmen had turned to evil, and were attacking and slaying humans he vowed never to rest until the force that corrupted his fellow brethern has been destroyed.

Personality: Is quick to anger and has a hot temper. Can make some rash decisions when angry. When calm, he has a witty, but harsh sense of humour and can seem to be quite a hard dragon to appease.
Strengths: Natural fighter - is excellent in combat and has never met his match.
Weaknesses: Fiery temper can lead to some quick and decisions that aren't thought through.
Status: Pure

[Ragnarok]

Ill join...

Name: Ertruder "Darkhound"
Gender: Male
Age: 23
Description: he is an expirienced warrior and show his scars as medals and trophies to demonstrate his creature encounters. he has a gloomy aura around him and doesnt like to talk much. he has 1 white eye and is very pale. He has long and dark hair.
Strenghts: He is very experienced with Two-Handed swords and is a very good combatant.
Weaknesses: he is not very cooperative, and dislikes using the help of others. He is also very reckless, and has little patiance for mistakes. His or others.
Status/Rank: He doesnt have a rank, he is more of a mercenary, if the pay is good, then the job is good.

Background: Little is known about Ertruder's past. One day, he just appeared out of nowhere, with the Dark Hound's head and his Massive sword. The next few days, he remained in the local inn, going out hunting and coming back at night. It was later revealed that he was a merc, and that if you had the right amount, he would even go and hunt dragons.

Weapons: He wields a Two handed sword called "The Dark Hound". he forged it with the blood of one of the darkest and fiercest Dark hounds in the place. With that sword, He can even kill the soul.

Armour: His armor was made with the carapace of a slayed dragon. However, no one knows why, but the armor's strength dissapeared over time ,and only the chest plate retained its former strength. all the other pieces he attained were from various loots, ranging from fallen knights, to killed beasts.

[Red Fox]

I'll Join also as a Legendary Hero from the soon to be monster hunter boardwar.

Name: Kokoto
Age: 58
Gender: Male
Description/backstory: Kokoto is an old Crusade veteran and hero who bears numerous scars and even more honors. He has graying hair with what little of black that is left and has a small beard that is completely gray. He towers over the normal man by a good foot(7'8") even at his old age he still stands straight. His azure eyes shine from the numerous times he has eaten dragon and the blood that has entered his system. He has killed many dragons before but never a young or crippled one. He infact trys not to kill the dragon but to wound it enough to make him learn its lesson. He is a respected warrior to both sides of the war.
Position in Society: Hero. Kokoto is revered by nearly all soilders and has recieved many titles and claims of land. He has never accepted them and lives in a frontier village.
Strenghts: War hardened veteran who can put size of a dragon to its dis advantage. Just seeing him on the battle field can send broken troops back into the fray.
Weakness: Being over half a century old he is starting to slow down and mind starting to fog. Most warrior dragons have him on their hitlist.

Weapons: Rathalos Blade and Gravios Shield- A sword and shield of great power made from dragon parts and top quality ores. The Rathalos blade is made out of a dragon bone core and metal blade giving it a light wieght and strong hitting force with a tad bit of magical penitration from the dragon materials. The Gravios shield is made from that of the SteelHide Wyrm. It is entirely made of hide and bone that makes it extremely hard. To get a relative size of each the Rathalos Blade is about 4 feet long and the Gravios shield is a giant round shield that looks like craging rocks(5 feet in diameter).

Armor: Azure Shan- A set of armor that is made entirely of dragon hide of an azure blue that matches Kokoto's eyes. It is extremely strong and durable with a helmet that completely encloses. He has been know to pull down the face mask and survive a fire blast from a dragon, even with out bring up his shield. Like Kokoto himself the armor is scared and patched in many areas. Also like his eyes the armor glows slightly in a bright blue at night or in the dark that sheds enought light for him to see.

[ShatteredFaith]

Name: Liche (Has forgotten his name)
Gender: Male
Age: Forgotten
Description: A figure in the deepest of black robes, the black of the bottomless void, hood obscuring all features save for a few hairs of ragged white dripping out of it. Every peice of the creature that would be exposed is covered in a black velvety material. If one manages to see into the hood, a single, pale point of pale bone colored light shines out of the right side of the hood.
Strengths: Powerful magic honed over an unknown ammount of time, extreamly hard to destroy.
Weaknesses: Underestimates opponents.
Status / Rank: The First Liche
History: He remembers nothing before his time as a lich, merely an incoherent blurr of color and memory he can make nothing of. What he does remember is his birth, upon a forsaken alter in the darkest pit of the void, the bodies of a thousand sacraficed men, women, children. Their souls flocking to the sky, only to be dragged back by the purest of black tentacles of darkness, wrapping them up and dissolving them, their screams ringing oh-so-sweetly to the liche's ears. Their energy, their souls, flowing into him from the process. His birth was a thing of legend and prophecy, he was the first Liche, before even the slow-lived humans had invented the wheel, and he had death to deal.

Weapons: His magic.
Keltharox: A rune-staff forged from the souls of dying dragons. Enables him to draw a dying dragons soul from its shattered body and absorb its energy, its magic, its knowledge, its memories.
The Eye Of The WOrld Serpent: Enables him to mentally assault foes who gaze into the eye. In ages past it enabled him to flay the skin from a beigns bones with a glance, its potency has faded with the passing of time, but it still retains enough of its magical power to be a great asset.
Armour: Skin of the World Serpent, Feltharion. Provides him with the ability to blend seemlessly in with his environment. Enables him protection from mundane weapons.

[Ragnarok]

so shattered, you will be against everybody? or you are siding with the dark dragons?

(i dunno what a lich is so....)

[ShatteredFaith]

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lich

im on Sev's side.

[Ragnarok]

oh, ok...glad to have that cleared up...

[Sword_Monkey]

Name: Arvore the Pseudodragon
Gender: Male
*Scale Colour: Speckled Blue and Green
Age: 4
Description: Magically enhanced through a special diet this pseudodragon is massive, despite its young age. Roughly the size of an elephant, and as mentally advanced as a puppy. In fact its very alike to a puppy than anything else. All Arvore wants to do is play with your souls. Can swim (doggy paddle) quite well, has some amphibian blood seen clealry in his blue and green hide, mainly blubber layers, with some fur, but also a crest of scales that grow very fat, being shed in playtime and grown for fighting. Small wings. Massive slobbering tongue.
Strengths: Immunity to water spells. Very strong. Loyal. Uses dark magic that has been inscribed onto his thicker hide. The runes are plainly visible. He mainly uses it to remove the enemies souls.
Weaknesses: Insanely stupid, easily controlled or tricked.
Status / Rank: Special weapon and ground troop of Efflectum.

*Weapons: Claws, tongue, fangs, horned scales and magic.
*Armour: Thick scales. Uses speed for main defense

http://www.wizards.com/dnd/images/ex_ambush_drake.jpg

Looks awesome dunt it?

[ShatteredFaith]

ffsh. copycat

[Raver]

what exactly is being reclaimed here?

[Ragnarok]

the world maybe?

[Raver]

Ooooh, I see....oh well, when I can be bothered to write more, Ill edit this post into a character profile.

[Sword_Monkey]

Whoops didn't notice you were a lich too, I might change later, busy now though.

[crawford'n'co]

Dragon backround and some history edited in first post. And why is it called the Reclamation? 1. The dragons are trying to reclaim the Cruor mountains. 2. The humans are trying to retake their territory. 3. Efflectum is trying to retake the world.

[The Shadow]

Name: Tarik
Gender: male
Age: 218

Description: He looks fairly normal, but half of his face one shoulder and arm are only pale bone. Furious and merciless fighter.

Strengths: Very good at CC, zealous, feels nothing
Weaknesses: magic, feels nothing
Status / Rank: Black crusader (no official rank)

Weapons:
Frostfaur: Massive icy warhammer, two or one handed. keeps it normally on his back
Mustaliekki: Sword that burns is engulfed in black flames, one handed. Keeps it normally on his waist
Armour: Black armor that seems to drain light and distorts the air around the wearer.

Background: Tarik was killed when he was young and ressurected by black arts. First he didn't accpet his faith, but later understanded the horror of living and started his own black crusade against all that lives.

[Sword_Monkey]

Edited.

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What? So what i made a puppy dragon, screw you I can do that if i want...:P J/K

[c-web]

Will join.

[ShatteredFaith]

this sure got off to a great start.

[Ragnarok]

....what do you mean?

EDIT: oh, ok....:)

[Lestaki]

He means we haven't seen GawD start it yet. I suggest Faith stops complaining about it and starts himself, if he's that bothered. That's what I always do. ;)

[Psymon]

OOC: In the spirit of the previous comment:

IC: Solanus soared through the foothills of the Southern Crour Mountains. The low sun's rays accentuated the metallic red of his scales, the reflections flowed like liquid fire. He glided as much as possible, the injury to his wing muscles sent jolts of pain through his chest with each downward beat of his wings. "Home, sweet home." he said to himself. He'd seen the destroyed Stronghold on the way in and wondered what had caused the dragons to attack it. Dragons and humans lived in relative peace, they stayed out of each other's way as much as possible. He'd have to ask Barak when he got home. Though, of course, it was Barak'Thul now that he was the Elder of the clan. Solanus doubted he'd recieve a warm welcome, 'crippled, scholarly runt' was the term Barak had used shortly before Solanus had left. He'd been pretty annoyed at the time. Still, with Efflectum back, this was no time to be a dragon without a clan. If fighting was the cost of the clan's protection, then he'd do it.
His chest pained him as he flapped his way up to the clan's hold. He landed on the lip of the giant cave and stopped to catch his breath for a moment before striding in, hoping he looked dignified.

[Ragnarok]

OOC: so it begins...ill edit this post in a while to make it IC...
go easy on me as this is my first bw, any mistakes i make ill be glad to change...

IC: Ertruder walked through the rubble and debris that filled this once glorious stronghold, looking for anything valuable enough to loot. Be it armor, food, or money, it didnt matter to him...these people were dead, and they were NOT coming back for it, so it didnt matter. he began to wonder how exactly these people died.

some had claw marks all over them, some were burned to death, but the most interesting ones had been killed with the use of the dark arts. And that was something he pondered a lot about.

he continued to roam about, picking anything good enough to use.
But something caught his sight. In the wall, outside a ravaged inn, was a poster, that read:

"whoever manages to kill a dragon shall be awarded with a large sum of gold. The only proof we accept is a dragon's head.
Bring it to the nearest human controled city and speak to the guards for more information about the bounty!"

"well, well, what is this?" Ertruder said. "Dragons...Ha! a challenge at last!" and as he said that, he went for his horse and rode to the nearest human stronghold, to prepare himself for the upcoming battle...

[crawford'n'co]

OOC: Well, Im sorry for not really posting, but when your so sick you can hardly get out of bed, it really doesn;t do your body good to be sitting in a chair typing. But I'm back, and ready to go.

IC: Barak'Thul watched the horizon from his perch. He had learned much from his meditations, and there was still more to find. Countless creatures of unkown origins wandered through his territory, and he enjoyed watching them. "Ahh, the clanless one aproaches." A dragon appeared on the horizon, slowly making its way towards the clan roost. Few from this age knew that dragons could speak, be it telepathically. A nearby dove was snatched out of the air as it came too close to his maw. Jumping off the cliff, Barak landed with a loud thump at the edge of the Cavern of the Shattered Scales, home of the Thul dragons. Many a dragon fought and died here centuries ago in the First and second Crusades. "Maraj," he twisted his neck around to look at the remaining Thul Crusade dragon other than himself. "Inform Serethi that he is to report on the humans. Find out if anything else has happened since the razing of the Strongholds. Also, prepare the warriors for battle. We advace on the Liche lairs of the South, with or without the other clans." The large female dragon dipped her head. Soon, the Cruor mountains would run wiht blood.

[Kerensky]

Well it certaintly is good to see that this place is still up and running. Will have to try this BW out to get used to them again.....

Name: Galadrian

Gender: Male

Weapons:
Fel'shyn - a large sword, nearly five feet in length and a good six inches across, Fel'shyn contains an energy that allows it to cut through all but the toughest of substances with ease (note: dragon hide would be one of these "tough" substances).
Various short-medium length swords, knives, daggers, etc.

Armour: Galadrian wears a simple travellers cloak, brown in color, over his clothes.

Age: Unknown, guessed to be at least 1200 years

Description: Galadrian comes from a time before the God-Wars, a time when dragons ruled the world. Coming froma prominent family within his clan, Galadrian was taught well in the arts of combat especially in that of swords. During the period leading up to the first of the dragon-human wars, Galadrian dissapeared. Many later wrote that he was one of the many "dissapearances" caused by the dragons leading up to the war. It wasn't until a time about twenty years ago that anyone saw Galadrian again, arriving from the western Cruor mountains. Many of those who first saw him described what appeared to them as an irridescnet aura of light surrounding his body, his eyes glowing with energy. It is said that he harnesses a mysterious energy that is neither dark nor light, living nor dead, but a powerful energy nonetheless.

Strengths: His sword, Fel'shyn, and his ability to use his energy source as a weapon.

Weaknesses: To those who can detect magical or energetic presences, Galadrian sticks out to them like a sore thumb.

Status / Rank: Once the heir to be lord of his clan, Galadrian has no earthly rank.

[Raver]

A bit late, hope you guys dont mind, have exams on at the moment...

Name: Cronus
Gender: Male
Age: 689
Scale Colour: Black/Orange

Background: Cronus was bred for war, He was never at home with the rest of his 'pure' kin. Even before Efflectum came he wasw considered rouge and uncontrollable, ever since he has kept to himself and others of his kind. He had sided with the tainted Dragons only because he doesnt need to stick to any sort of rules or laws with them. He answers to no-one but himself, and the Elders the Clans.

Personality: When Cronus is called upon, he decend from his lair and reaps death and destruction in every direction, he will sto at nothing to destory his enemies, even if it means his own death, his huge wings propel his at great speed, but to do this must have a small weight, his body is unusually small his the size of his wings, nevertheless, his claws are still deadly. He relies almost always on his speed and his fire, only going into close combat when he has to.

Strengths: Incredibly fast, huge wings, incredibly powerful fire, can use at great distances. Resilient wings.

Weaknesses: While large looking, from his enourmous wings, Cronus has a relativley small body and so, itsnt too good at close combat with other dragons.

Status: Pure but evil Warrior Dragon.

[ShatteredFaith]

The great Liche stood in his room of orbs. He was gazing into one in particular, beholding the form of a great dragon. A thoughtful, gloved finger tapped a decayed chin, and his gaze roved about his room. The Room Of Orbs was a horrible place, giant eyes, torn from living beholders, their owners kept imprisoned in powerful magicks below, held suspended above the floor by giant chains and hooks and dripping with blood and tears, gave him windows into other places, realms, universes, if he so chose. All he required was a peice of the creature he would scry upon. This was not hard with any particular creature if one looked hard enough. He was able to monitor the rulers of the remaining keeps and the few that were left alive since the others fell. All of the greatest dragons were under his watchful gaze and other creatures most foul. "To the Liche lairs...hmmm" his soft voice whispered to himself. He would have smiled if he had had any lips left "Let them come, i will be waiting" he nodded once to himself and strode from the room, the twitching, weeping eye behind him being raised back amongst the hundreds of others suspended above him.

[Lestaki]

"The Thorn is dead," Alenal Recarn said impassively. "Rise, Thorn."

"I raise my blade in your service," Renora said, standing and raising Nightmare Judgement in salute. She held that position for a moment, then she turned and slung the blade over her back. "My lord, when I left there were still dragons picking over Aevum, let me return and-"

"No," Alenal said. "Aevum is burning ruins now, nothing more. This is the next line of defence, you will stay here and oversee the defence alongbeside us."

"Sir, the dragons are uncoordinated now," Renora said, eyes blazing. "Let me lead a force and strike at them while they are still gloating over Aevum, still dealing with other foes... if we let them chose the time and place of the battle, we play straight into their hands."

"As Duke, my duty first and foremost is to protect my people," Alenal said. "And so, that is your duty as well. I will not strip the walls of my best knight and hundreds of men to let you go dragon hunting, while they or any foe we have to fight can turn about and strike right at us here."

"The best defence is attack," Renora argued. "We've let them become complacent-"

"We've let them doubt," Alenal said. "Listen to me, Thorn. I know you have a cause to fight for, and I envy your strength. You embody all our determination and bravery. However... there are more ways to win a war by killing dragons. And I sincerely doubt our human ability to kill all the dragons in any case. But I also don't trust that the dragons, intelligent beings, should throw themselves into this war so readily. We must concentrate first and foremost on defending ourselves, and that way see how long they can go on with this. So... oversee the defences, and prepare our fortress city to repel an attack."

"Yes, my lord." Renora sighed and bowed, before turning and walking out of the hall.

[Psymon]

Solanus walked towards the enormous silver dragon. Barak was easily three times his size, maybe more. He sighed inwardly, now he had to go through the motions, no matter how disgusted it made him feel. He needed to do this to survive this war.
"Barak'Thul," he said in a loud clear voice, "I, Solanus, Wanderer of the Clans, have returned to my ancestral home." He lowered his head to the ground, exposing his vulnerable neck, a gesture of submission. In this position Barak would be able to kill him before he could blink. "If you accept my oath, I pledge my service, claw and fang, fire and magic, to your Clan and your Cause."

[Sword_Monkey]

Arvore was sad, sad that his master had died.

Three months ago a human dressed in finery and bearing a lance of burning light had come across his master's life savings,a vast pile of well-earned gold. The measly human took it upon himself to remove the dragon of this burden, trying to boost its ego by way of pointless fighting. The rat used the most underhand tactics known to Arvore, pit traps, poison, and so on, Arvore was commanded to stay away, his amster would deal with the machinations of mankind and defeat the rat. But alas his amster ahd failed, and Arvore was now trailing the vast plains and meadows of human territories in the south, it was a lonesome life.

But words were spreading on the aether, messages of the telepathic spreading through the land like shadowy whispers. War was coming to the humans, and not pointless war, not war to prove themselves, but war of eradication, war to bring dragons to their rightful place. Of course Arvore never thought he was anything less than superior compared to the play things calle humans, but the humans had spread and simply existed, and all of a sudden what they said was law, and they said dragons were mere legends of times past. As if dragonkind would be cast of so easily!

And so Arvore wandered, he wandere into human territory, unmarked, except by 'civilisation' the weak structures and commerce that sought to define their pitiful race. Arvore knew the best way to mark territory was not with shelter, but with bodily fluids, whether your own or your enemies. Arvore intended to do so in the coming war, everything the humans owned no matter how worthless and unlike gold, would all be marked in blood.

[Sevorak]

"Weak and pathetic fools," Narathaeon muttered, hateful whispers coursing through the dark, mottled air surrounding the citadel. The skies were clear; the statuesque Risen dragons - undead monstrosities, risen from the grave and adorned with fleshy strips and sustained by foul necromantic magics - seeing to that by their mere presence; silent, monolithic forms maintaining their eternal watch over the first citadel of Efflectum. It was a bastion of darkness - one that had stood effortlessly for millennia under the guard of the Chosen, awaiting the return of its master. And now, in Narathaeon's time, that return was imminent.

The black surface of his runesword slid along the rusty surface of the balcony floor; he pressed it down deliberately, eliciting a delicious screeching sound, reminiscent of the last, pitiful death knells of baby dragons.
"Hmph," the Chosen muttered, shifting in his armour.
"Something the matter, master?"
"Hold your tongue, sycophant," Narathaeon muttered darkly, his voice curling like the crack of the whip. "I do not need your inane prattle this evening." He took a step forward, his armour shifting as he moved. "I do not need to remind you that your presence here is due only to our current state of need... were your talents insufficient to deem you worthy of being kept..."

He did not need to remind the sycophantic, rather sickly telepath of this fact, of course. It merely amused his depraved mind to imply that the boy's execution was near, as much as possible without it wearing thin. From Narathaeon, the mock threat could never truly lose all of its malice. "Perhaps tonight you can do something more useful than your typical duties," he said. "Summon the lich."

He felt the boy's discreet outrage at being treated like nothing more than a servant - at being told that being a courier was more important than his divinations. Though truth be told, that was steadfastly becoming true. Soothsayers were notoriously unreliable, most of the time, and only became more senile and detached from reality as they aged. Thus did they lose their usefulness, and die - whether through execution or starvation. Narathaeon then returned his fully black, liquid eyes to the horizon, surveying the world marred by a tint of eternal blood. Now, it is our time. Soon, we move - and the world will fear us as something more than a distant, malevolent shadow. Soon, we awaken them to the nightmares that dwell in the waking hours - and bring about the new dawn.

[The Shadow]

"Mama, when do I get food?" Child asked from his mother. It was a cold, dark night.
"Soon ,honey. When papa gets back."

A knock on the door, sharp and loud one.

"I'll get it!" The child shouted and ran to the door, she opened it. It was not his father.

"Lisa, get over here." Mother commanded. "What are you looking for? Can I help you?" he asked from the figure in the doorstep. The figure was very big and black. It looked like all the light around it just vanished. It was really not natural.

"Do you have any food?" The figure asked, his voice was very harsh, it sounded like it came from the past, from the grave...

"Yes, yes... Some bread over here." Mother said, she was frightened.

"Good." the figure said and sitted down to the kitchen. He was in fully enclosed armour. It could be seen now, he had a warhammer in his black and a sword in his waist, hee looked like a paladin, but paladins wear bright silver armour.

"There you go." Mother said and gave a piece of bread to the stranger. "What is your name if I may ask?"

The figure looked at the woman. He took away his helmet and putted it down to the table. "Tarik." He grinned, half of his face looked very young, half was pale bone and his eyes glowing red.

Woman and his child backed away, scared. They we're both very frightened, their eyes and mouths wide open.
Tarik stood up and closed to the woman. He grabbed her throat, now her eyes opened even more. "This is how death tastes." Tarik spitted and crushed the womans throat. At that same moment the father of the family came, he dropped the bag he was carrying, seeing his wife dying.
He quickly grabbed a stick that was leaning to the wall outside the house. He swinged it at Tarik, who had dropped the lifeless body of the woman to the ground. Tarik grabbed the stick in flight. He turned it from the fathers hands and stickked it to his stomach. The man growled in pain and horror as he fell to the ground.
Tarik turned to the child, who was sitting in the corner, crying.

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Next morning. A crying child was found in a lonely farmhouse, her parents murdered in the most gruesome way possible...

[ShatteredFaith]

The Lich regarded the wretched creature before him, bound by his magicks and suspended about 10 ft off the ground. "Your Message?" he asked quietly. The creature glared hatefully at him and spat " Lord Narathaeon bids you summoned in the name of -" The creature was silenced before it could finish its sentence. The liche regarded the creature and dispelled his magicks, letting its limp form, neck cleanly snapped, flop to the ground "Idiot, never speak His name" the undead wizard glanced around once and descended into his chamber of orbs. Once he found the right orb he snapped a single, harsh word, and was gone.

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Narathaeon heard a single, soft sound, like that of a slippered footstep, and turned. There stood the Liche "What do you want, would-be-demon?" he asked scathingly, casting his single, pale glow of an eye around his surroundings. "The dragons come to my Lairs and I must prepare"


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Soft, dark purple runes and sigils slowly began to flicker to life around the crumbling castle that was the Liches Lair. Every inch, every centimeter, was covered in a twisting sigil or a writhering rune. Amongst the purple there was red runes, linked directly to the Liche's mind and yet more subtle traps lay, unadvised, unseen. He would know if anyone tried to breach his castle. The wards would be enough to stop all but the mightiest workers of magic.

[Ragnarok]

"I am here about the dragon bounty info." Ertruder said to a guard patrolling the gate. "who do i talk to?" "Talk to the Duke, he is just down this hall to the left, but he is talking to a knight at the moment". "It doesn't matter, i MUST speak with him about this bounty thing." and as Ertruder said that, he walked right pass the guard and went directly for the duke's chamber. On his way he saw a woman coming out, who seemed rather angry at the moment...but such things dont matter to me, i thought.

"Duke!" i yelled as i entered his chamber. "i need to talk to you about the bounty on those dragons."
"ah yes, i take it you saw the posters" the duke replied.
"yes, i did.....how much?..." "how much what?" the duke said...."how much will you pay me for killing one?"
"you intend to kill one by yopurself?" the duke said surprised.
"yeah....i have done it before...im not saying this will be easy, just not impossible....so, how much?" "It depends on the dragon" the duke said.

ertruder started laughing....he knew they would do something like this....still....money is money...

"fine, i will bring you a head, but you BETTER have my money ready by the time i come back..."

"you could always join our troops...they are heavily prepared for these kind of things" the duke said. "You prepare them to kill dragons? i doubt it." "We have the aid of the Thorn Family."
"The dragon hunter family right?" "precisely" said the duke.
"sorry, but i prefer to work alone...they would just draw me back" "have it your way....but the offer is still there." "you could make more money fighting for us than fighting on your own"

"ill be back with the dragon heads....until then....i might consider it. Money IS money"

and as soon as he said that he walked outside the room.

[crawford'n'co]

Barak eyed the Clanless one with great knowing eyes. "You are in no condition to fight. Why should I accept your services? But I have plans for you, and you will stay, and guard the hatchlings. We go to war, and we cannot leave anyone behind. I accept your services, and invite you to rejoin our clan." Barak'Thul turned his great head so he could eye the cavern entrance. A great bundle of hatchling tumbled out and set themselves to rest on is great paws. "These are the ones you will guard, for they are the start of a new generation. Leave me now, and renew yopur friendships."

[Lestaki]

Renora folded her arms. "He gets to go and play at hunting..."

"He's not one of my knights," the duke said. "And I doubt he'll live."

"So do I," she said, with a sigh. "But he's irksome. I'll test him just a little."

"Very well," Alenal said in a tired way.

Renora strode out of the room, marching after the mercenary and drawing her sword. "Mercenary!" she shouted. "Be careful with the Thorn name! Thorns are proud! And if you hunt dragons, I test you here and now. I'm not going to let you kill yourself so easily. And if you can't stand against this, you stand no chance at all." She raised her blade two-handed, pointing it at him.

The fire lanced down so swiftly... a child sobbed, a long way away... metal boots over blasted ground... her brother raised his blade, screaming defiance... mother's grave, so silent in the twilight... the wounded of the war... all those who would never be the same again... orphens... widows... teardrops in darkness... pain... defiance... defeat... lonliness... sorrow... anger. Fear. Hate.

All that passed through her mind in a second and lashed down her sword, a mental spear flung straight at the mercenary's psyche. Renora jumped back and took a stance, waiting to see whether he'd withstand the blow or retaliate. Show me your strength.

[Ragnarok]

As Ertruder recieved the blow, many thing passed through his mind....he kept asking himself "WHAT IS THIS!?....WHY NOW!? GHAAA!!"

"GAAAAh, that sword is really powerfull, gives me a really big headache *pant *pant*.....but i got one as well." And as he spoke, still panting and coughing, he unseathed his sword. "its called Darkhound. But the difference between yours and mine is that mine wounds the soul. So deep, it might go beyond return." But you ARE strong, ill give you that...that sword you carry....what is it?...where did you get it?"

[Psymon]

"Thank you, lord." Solanus stood and walked away, a couple of hatchlings followed their new caretaker. Great. he thought, babysitting. He would go and see his parents and mentors and catch up with old friends. He'd probably have to visit the archives, there was a lot he could add to them, they had never been very big, this was a warrior clan after all. Being in charge of the hatchlings couldn't be that bad, could it? A brilliant green hatchling landed on his head and started chewing at his horns. Maybe it could.

[Lestaki]

"The sword's called Nightmare Judgement," Renora said. "It's the heirloom of the Thorn family, and one of our key edges. I recieved it from my... father, recently. In the last major battle. It's the mark of the head Thorn, and a powerful weapon. I'd note, though, that the sword is merely a focusing instrument. We're always taught that the real power lies in the heart."

She looked at Darkhound. "And that does indeed look like a potent magical weapon. I underestimated you, I think. You're far more than the average maniac who thinks he can hunt dragons if you have that, at least I hope so. And you can still talk right after I gave you a good shot, that counts for something as well. But that's not enough in itself..."

She frowned at him, and then slung her sword over her shoulder. "You're leaving the city, I take it? I'll escort you out. I need to patrol the area anyway, I can't leave a dangerous one like you just wondering around, and I can offer you some advice about hunting dragons." She said it affected arrogance, but excuses were excuses. And that was an excuse...

[Ragnarok]

"Thanks....but no thanks....i can find my way out....besides, i need to stock up on supplies before leaving. But ill leave at dawn....need to do some hunting....if there are any big fights coming up, dont hesitate to tell me....the creatures around these parts are weak. i need big battles to stay in shape." "oh, and NEVER lose sight of that sword, it will be your best ally in battle as well as your mind. the heart always leads to reckless decisions. Remember that....

'till we meet again...."

[Red Fox]

Kokoto walked through the castle towards the dukes chamber. He had information on a squad of dragons that had been getting too close recently. He would go it alone if it weren't for the fact that the group knew him. Kokoto had dealt them many blows and not just physical but also mental. They wanted him dead more than anyother dragons. Continuing to walk on he closed his eyes until he heard the sound of blades. His armor began to glow and one thought came to him.

"A battle? Here?" Kokoto said aloud. He began to increase his pace. The closer he got to the chamber the louder the sounds got and Azure Shan began to glow brighter. He turned the corner to the dukes to see the Thorn hier and a mercenary sheathing thier blades.

Kokoto walked up to Renora and said, "I would never have geussed a Thorn to be so...Rash...And you," turning towards the mercenary, "I do not know who you are but," Kokoto's eyes caught something. His eyes glowed deeply and looked at the blade. Even in its sheath the blade radiated alot of magic.

Kokoto smiled and his eyes went back to normal, "Be careful with that weapon. Things forged of a beast tend to have effects on their owners. Now on to further business but, neither of you should take up the sword against eachother in times like these."

His magical glow from his armor and eyes had almost ceased and he began walking towards the dukes chamber. If he had warriors like this around then the kill team sent for him would have some fun.

[Kerensky]

Galadrian looked up to behold the splendor of the human strongholds. Mighty works of human engineering with steadfast walls and strong gates, the likes of which never existed in his days. It was then that he sensed it, a magical presence, no several, from within the walls of this great city. Pulling his hood over his head, he strode into the city, heading for the center....

[Raver]

Cronus coughed, a small fireball erupted from his throat. Beating his chest he push away the cold which had been harassing him over the last few days. It was ironic, He thought, that even a Mighty Firebreathing Dragon could get a cold...

He trudged through the ruined streets of Aevum, some of its buildings still burning He rose his head and watched the massive pillars of black smoke, rising up into the air, a warning sign to the rest of the Human's that war was upon them.

He rounded a corner and found two smaller Dragons, both smashing their claws into a drain pipe. "What are you two mongrels doing?" He growled.

"There's Humans down there, in the sewers." The larger of the two sneered back. Cronus walked up to them, He large Dragon must have only been a few decades old.

"Leave them be, death will find them soon enough, if you want a fight, go and attack another of their strongholds. Im sure your Lord will like that." He said, he voice growing more menacing with each word.

"Our Lord? What do you mean Our Lord? He rules over us all, you are no exception."

Anger flared inside Cronus, he rose to hisw full height, his wings spreading out behind him, bringing him to his full height. "I serve no-one." He growled, flames spurting from his nostrils and mouth. The two smaller Dragons lowered their heads and slunk away, never turning their back to Cronus. Thats better He thought to himself.

He started ho flap his huge wings, raising his body off the ground. He flew upwards and landed on the roof of one of the once-white towers of the Human Stronghold and let out a bellowing roar, one which could be heard throughout the land...

[Sevorak]

"Ah. Lich." Narathaeon stated in monotone, a faint smile crossing his blackened lips beneath his obsidian helmet. "Welcome to this citadel. I imagine you can guess why I hath summoned you forth. It is, perhaps, the ordained time to move - Efflectum has returned, and the dead awaken from their slumber in the crypts."

He turned to the lich, watching over the crackling power coruscating about its unholy form. He laughed mockingly. "Would-be demon? Perhaps, for now - though the time of my ascension is near, I think. Then we shall see who mocks the other," he said idly, flicking a hand. "But it does not matter now."

"We should move; the question is, where? Since you are... aged, and rather wizened, I would hope, perhaps you would deign to bestow upon me a drop of your inimicable wisdom and knowledge of this world, and determine the best place to strike?"

[ShatteredFaith]

The lich stares at Narathaeon, and his bones, impossibly, stretch into a smile. It should be impossible and it would unveer allmost anyone. "What, your "Gods" do not impart upon their champion wisdom?" he smiles again "The dragons are coming to me, my dear, dear, friend. Why should we strike when we can wait, and ambush?" he waves a decayed hand, and infront of the would-be-demon a beholder eye flashes into existance, held by hooks and chains that dissapear about a foot above it, into nothing. Inside that eye is the conversation the Liche heard earlier, replaying over and over. "You see...we have no need to move, merely to prepare" a soft chuckle escapes him, bone grinding on bone, several of the acoyltes, tending to the castle, shudder and move away from the room quicker than dignity allows.

[Ragnarok]

"effects?" Ertruder said to the aged man. "I think you are talking to the wrong per-"
he stopped after recognizing Kokoto. "Just stay out of my way" ertruder said.

and as he exited the gates, he saw a man in a brown cloak, heading for the duke's chamber. But more important matters were passing through Ertruder's head, like the fact that nobody knew his name. that everybody refferred to him as "mercenary". He had to change that. But how?.....simple....he had to kill a dragon....and he knew the right place to find one...The lost stronghold...of Aevum...

[Raver]

Cronus flew through the skies, born on his massive wings. He had grown tired of the younger Dragons and decided he need time to himself. He was flying North-East, along the coast, and He could see yet another Human stronghold. However he was in no mood for destruction.

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The people of Recarn had heard the alarms, there was a Dragon coming. The garrison's scrambled to their posts and readied the Ballisters on the South-East wall.

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Cronus heard faints screams and shouts carrying along the air, the city had seen him though he wasnt surprised, his massive wings would be able to cover some of the city its-self. He heard a whistling above the roar of the wind and dodged a Ballista bolt by inches and saw three more headed his way.

Opening his mouth he shot a huge plume of huge at the bolts, reducing them to smouldering peices of ash, which fell to the ground. He passed directly over the city, watching the people below with amusement, and carried on his way back towards his lair.

[crawford'n'co]

OOC: A dragon is not as big as a city, nor his wings. The Strongholds stretch for some two or three miles in each direction.

[Ragnarok]

OOC: he said he could cover a lot of the city....not all the city

[Raver]

OOC: Isnt there an OOC thread for this? And thankyou Ragnarok, He'd have to a big mutherfucking Dragon to cover an entire city.

[crawford'n'co]

OOC: You mean a little? A lot signifies (at least to me) some big portion. Ok enough of this. Back to IC!

[Kerensky]

Galadrian glanced at the man shouldering his way out of the city.
"That was one of them." he thought to himself, "but not the most powerful of the two."

He continued his way to the large building in the center of the city, enormous as it was. Just as he arrived there, a large shadow fell across the city. He glanced up to behold the massive dragon, showing signs of a fresh battle, his eyes glowing with an angry energy. He started to reach for his sword, but the dragon passed over the horizon swiftly. Galadrian continued his way into the building, looking for someone who could inform him on the current state of the world...

[crawford'n'co]

The mighty dragons soared towards the liche's lair. One of the "younger" liches had already been destroyed, and his lair wasted, but at the cost of two dragons. This Liche was more powerful, and they suspected he was prepared for their assault. Maraj and Barak led at the front of the spearhead of dragons. As they neared, each dragon began volleying the walls of the lair. Great enchanted shields stopped most of the shots, but a few got through, melting into the walls with great effect. They veared off before they came too close, and flew away to prepare.

[ShatteredFaith]

The breached sections of the walls began to slowly ooze a thick, black substance, closing off the holes in the castle, the shattered shields reforming, pulsing with a violet glow. From one of the many shields a jagged bolt of energy, looking like a purple lightning bolt, arced faster than the mortal eye could follow at one of the dragons. It reached out far, and fast, covering the distance between the fortress and the dragons in merely a few seconds, headed for Maraj.

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The lich stumbled and hissed to himself, and righted himself on his staff, glaring at the man infront of him "My castle is under attack, come or stay, but choose quickly"

[Psymon]

Solanus felt worn out, looking after hatchlings was harder than it looked (OOC: As anyone who's had to babysit a younger relative will know). It didn't help that many of them were fairly insane. He'd gotten most of them to sleep, a couple were still climbing over him. He'd gotten into a conversation, of sorts, with one of the older ones.
"Why aren't you fighting like the other grown-ups?"
"Because someone has to look after you younglings. And, I can barely fly anyway."
"Why not?"
"An old wound." He heaved himself up and showed the old scar to the wide-eyed hatchling. "See? There's a pointed piece of wood and metal in there. It's lodged in my muscles and stops me flying."
"How did you get it?"
"About fifty years ago, when I was a bit older than you are, I decided to try and speak to humans. They all ran away when they saw me coming, but I tried anyway. Then they brought soldiers back with them. They chased me away and one of them shot me with a crossbow. I barely made it back to my home alive. A dragon that can't fly has a much harder life than one that can."
"Where was your home? I thought the others called you Clanless."
"I wasn't born without a clan, I left it. It was this one, Clan Thul. I'm a scholar and not a very good fighter, in a warrior clan that pretty much made me an outcast anyway. So I travelled around the clans, listening to the Elders and mystics, learning ancient magics and fire control. I spent a lot of time in the Three Peaks Sanctuary."
"I've heard of that." piped up one of the audience he'd accumulated.
"I'd expect you to have heard of it, it's a holy place, even if knowledge isn't valued overmuch in this Clan. It's the biggest archive and library the dragons have. All the wisest of the wise gather there. If you want to find something out the answer's almost certainly there. Sadly, those stories are going to have to wait for another time. Go to sleep all of you." They whined a bit, but eventually he got the hatchlings to sleep. Solanus lay between his new responsibilities and the cave entrance and began to snooze until the others got back.

[crawford'n'co]

Maraj tumbled off to the side. To bolt sliced through her flank, leaving her raoring in rage. The dragons retaliated wiht another volley of fire, but they continued on, instead of stopping. When the shields faltered, a group of dragons slammed into the walls of the fortress and began ripping out stones and other items. After a dragon was felled by the purple bolt, the dragons made a final push to destroy one of the great Gargoyles. Another dragon was killed, but they made it away without any other loss. "Barak, I need to return to the Cavern, I cannot go on like this. This Liche knew we were coming. He, it, was prepared. He will know what you are doing and what you are planning." Barak looked down her flank. "Your wounds are grievous. You have my blessing. Return."

[Sword_Monkey]

Arvore approached a burning stronghold, he didn't know its name, the word Aevum wasn't much of a deriptor anyhow.

He was galloping along, large padded claws bouncing off the ground, legs pumping loudly, and wings pressed tightly against his body for speed. He darted through a forest, the sea air grating against his throat. He cleared his throat with fire and proceeded on through the night arriving at the city gates and bounding over them with one fell swoop of his wings. A roar could be heard nearby, a massive figure silhouetted against the moon.

Arvore joined the roar and scanned the area for souls to play with, perhaps here he could find a new master?

[ShatteredFaith]

A great, pulsating shield spread out from the battered castle, a half-sphere anchored into the ground, small, tiny holes not large enough for even an arrow to go through were spread out around it. The dragons soon found out why, as tiny, darting bolts of energy shot out from the castle and, upon leaving through the holes and touching the side of the shield, grew to enormous size, a very acute and very deadly threat. The ground around the stronghold begins to wither and decay, the few trees dying minutes at a time, the grass wilting, and as it does the shield seems to become more solid and anchored.

[Ragnarok]

As Ertruder arrived to Aevum, he saw two lesser dragons roaming about, and thought "not exactly what i am looking for....but its a start". he lunged himself forward while unseathing darkhound, attacking the beasts, they retaliated, and the battle raged for 2 hours. At the end, he managed to succesfully kill one, while he could only wound the other. He then realised he was WAY out of picture. These were only lesser dragons and he had a hard time with them. A Strong and healthy dragon would be much worse. he would require more strength....he set north, to the place where it all began for him....the Desecrated Tombstone....

[Kerensky]

As Galadrian made his way through the expanses of the Duke's mansion, he bumped into a dark-haired girl whom was somewhat miffed.

"This is the other I sensed" he thought to himself.

"Excuse me miss," he started, "but I have been travelling abroad for many years and have now just returned to the area. I was wondering, if you would so oblige, to tell me of the happenings in the area of the moment."