The Fantasy RPG

[TyrannoTitan]

Tyrannastraz's hands began glowing, and Stimeak was hit with dejavu, as well as the lightening in his hand, which was directed at his head. Tyrannastraz breathed out, that much manipulation costing a lot of mana, but it was worth it to deal an attack like that...

[Doc 42]

Stimeak gave off a suprised shout of pain, the lightning shocking his body badily, scaring his cheek. He didn't understand how it happened. One minute he was holding the ball in check, next it was flying into his face...

He pulledup, puffing out his chest, his mouth glowing a bright blue, he was prepareing for something he hadn't used in a long time... He let loose a swirling greyish silver flame like blastm, the stream colideing with Tyrannastraz's chest, lightning crackleing arond it. Wasn't as powerful as direct lightning, but it acted like fire in most aspects, makeing it a usefull weapon...

[TyrannoTitan]

Tyrannastraz snarled, using his arms to block any more damage. Opening his maw as well, sand exploded forward, but instead of simply dropping down to the earth below, it stayed together, latching onto Stimeak's body like a straight jacket, constricting his wings and arms....

[Doc 42]

For a moment, wind seemed to be sucked in towards Stimeaks body, then suddenly it exploded out, takeing the sand with it. He fell backwards, fliping around and swooping down, the maneuver sacrificing altitude for speed, He rolled onto his back, throwing a ball of lightning up into Tyrannastraz's chest...

[TyrannoTitan]

Tyrannastraz roared in pain, raising a clawed hand. Suddenly, the particles of sand exploded toward Stimeak, a few making small holes in his wings, more coming his way, the golden behemoth trying to shred his wings completely...

[Doc 42]

Stimeak beat one wing, twisting himself around and attempting to outrun the sand. He quickly built a spell within his hands, a variation of the living lightning bolt he had used earlier. this one not as long lasting, but more focused to a single area... He spun around, releaseing it towards Tyrannastraz, the bolt hammering into the elder dragon's wing and zipping all over it like a rabid pitbull...

[TyrannoTitan]

Roaring, Tyrannastraz's hands began to glow brightly once more, the sand pursuing Stimeak falling down toward the ground harmlessly. As for the lightening, it suddenly zipped away from his wing, splitting into two different bolts, then four, all four smaller bolts aimed at Stimeak. Tyrannastraz snarled, more time altering involved, which tired him quickly....

[Doc 42]

Stimeak braced himself for impact, suddenly the bolts arced off course, each going in a different direction, just barely missing him, each one circled round, back towards their original target. Stimeak smiled. The living bolts of lightning still had their target, aiming for it and it only. But they were severly weaker than when they were first fired, he concentrated on them, urging them foreward but faitigue was creeping through him, he couldn't aford to be wasteing attacks at this point...

[TyrannoTitan]

Tyrannastraz's eyes widened, having forgot about the lightening being empowered with life magic. Instead of dodging, Tyrannastraz powered forward, heading straight for the first bolt. Opening his mouth, a ball of sand exploded forward, catching the bolt, causing a crack that echoed all around them, the bolt now gone. The sand, instead of falling, now zipped through the air like the lightening it destroyed, aiming for the other bolts, colliding with each, more cracks echoing around them. As for Tyrannastraz, he slammed into Stimeak at full speed, claws digging into his stomach and chest, biting onto his shoulder, moving his head from side to side, trying to shred the muscle...

[Doc 42]

Stimeak bellowed out in pain, thrashing in an attempt to escape, but only makeing the wound worse, he snarled, rearing back with his head to look down at Tyrannastraz, then he swung his other arm across, plunging his claws into the golden dragon's eye socket....

[TyrannoTitan]

Snarling in pain, Tyrannastraz suddenly engulfed Stimeak's shoulder in sand, which struck out like a snake, wrapping around his attacking arm and pulling it back, wrapping its other end around his neck, trying to pull the arm out of its socket...

[Doc 42]

Stimeak strugled, howling in pain. He opened his maw, a blueish orb of lightning generateing into place between his teeth, He then blew it down ward, the ball smashing into Tyrannastraz's spine, electric currents surging over his body...

[TyrannoTitan]

Tyrannastraz roared in pain, pushing away from Stimeak. "Lets see how well you can focus now!" he roared, hands glowing brightly, the golden behemoth panting heavily, the spell taking tremendous effort while he was wounded and mana slowly depleting. Around them, things began to move, the cold air of the mountains hitting them as well. The flight leaders could be heard below, Tyrannastraz only smirking at Stimeak...

[Doc 42]

Stimeak didn't care. Father or no father. Grandfather or no Grandfather... mortus or no Mortus... it was all an illusion, at least thats what he told himself. He released an ear shattering roar throwing both of his hands in the air, a bolt of lightning gathering through the clouds, arcing around as it surged with power, bulging as if it a was about to explode, suddenly it flashed down, strikeing right into Tyrannastraz, the entire mountain range being lit up by the flash, the defeaning rumble echoing for miles around....

[TyrannoTitan]

Tyrannastraz had his arms out in front of him, many scales burnt or completely gone from his arms, but it protected him from unnecessary damage. Snarling, he flew forward, unleashing 4 clumps of sand, which swerved and homed in on Stimeak...

Chronos and Balmeer looked up, seeing the two dragons in heated battle. "Who are they?" Balmeer growled, not really sure what to make of the situation. They didn't even seem to notice the flight leaders nearby...Chronos, however, only stared up at them, no expression of surprise on his reptilian face, only eyeing the battle with a hint of fear in his gaze...

[The Kingpin]

"What in hell's name is THAT?!" snarled Mortus as he looked up, eying the two Dragons above in the midst of a battle. Morian looked up at both, instantly reading the minds of both, before suddenly eying Dramacus warily, then returning her focus on the Dragons. "Whatever it is, it's best just to ignore them. unless we start seeing many of them from the Silver and Gold flights, in which case it'd be safe to assume we may have a rebellion on our hands. Chronos, do you have any idea what's going on with those two?" snarled Vitae as he eyed the Golden Emperor...


Inferno flew towards the area the meeting was taking place; an old area that had been used by even the former generation of Emperors on several occasions. It was on Silver Dragon turf and resembled to a degree his own cavernous home regarding the decoration, a massive jewel of a certain colour marking each of the Emperors' places around a large, circular, icy platform. Septimus flew by his side as the Imperial Guard escorting them, a third of Inferno's forces following behind them. It was time to sort out this attack Plan's final stages, and get the armies on the move. the Elves and Dwarves waited on Inferno's word to march...

[Doc 42]

Dramacus boomed angrily "What in hells name is that rat doing with my SKY!!!" He sweapt around and hissed to a silver imperial dragon, standing next to a shocked young dragon, who moved closer to Dramacus the moment the fighters appeared... "Liariel! Find out who it is!" Completely oblivious to the fact that morian could have told him immeidiately, he just wanted to find out who the silver dragon was... this could have so many repurcussions....


Stimeak conjured up a condensed cloud in his hand, throwing it at the first ball of sand, the sand being drenched on impact and splattering through the air, falling to the ground below. He judged the flight of the next to come towards him, manageing to spin around, dodgeing it, but the next slapped into his side, the last one hammering into his knee....

[TyrannoTitan]

The one that Stimeak dodged swerved around like a boomerang and smashed into the back of his head, the sand beginning to wrap tightly around the crossbreed's body.

"The Guardian...one of my eldest kin...They are not from this time...It is a tactic my kin uses when all else fails...We must not intervene." Chronos growled, ancient gaze shifting to Morian, not expecting them to simply stand by. The world was at risk now....Kerafrym would cause untold destruction...he didn't no exactly how far these two had come, but he knew that the situation was dire...

[The Kingpin]

"And why would he be here, now?" growled Mortus, somewhat surprised by the revelation....

[TyrannoTitan]

"The tactic is simply to amaze or stun the target, usually by transporting them to moments in history that are significant to the creature they are fighting...It seems this dragon has a strong relationship with at least one of us..." Chronos explained, staring straight at Dramacus, Balmeer following the golden dragon's gaze as well...