The Fantasy RPG

[The Kingpin]

"We can decide on this suggestion at another time...for now.....i must rest...i've been wounded....and im tired..." growled Balmeer to the Fire Dragon. "As you wish, your majesty. I shall inform his Majesty Inferno immediately". "Meet us at Balmeer's home, Slytherius. we can discuss any plans then" Growled Empress Morian. with a bow, Slytherius burst into a flash of flames, and disappeared...

Inferno was flying over the area that marked the border of the Red Dragon Realm. it was felt only by an invisible barrier of energy. for Dragons, it was accompanied by a fiery white/orange line of pure energy drawn into the ground, which was invisible to all other magical creatures. a short distance away, Inferno spotted a very old looking dwarf. easily older than himself. the Dwarf started waving at him, as if asking for him to land. seeing no threat, he descended. with a few powerful beats of his wings, he slowed his descent and landed softly on the ground. he looked down at the small Dwarf, who was dressed in black armour, and covered by a slightly worn looking dark grey robe; the sign of a Wizard. The Dwarf bowed to the point his long grey beard touched his boots. "Your majesty" he said in an deep, surprisingly powerful voice. Inferno returned the bow, and watched the slightly surprised dwarf. He was taken slightly aback, despite hearing of the Red Emperor's hatred of formalities. "I....am Brin Ashenbeard, eldest of 5 Brothers that can be named among the Kings that rule the Dwarven Kingdom...and i have travelled many many months to finally meet you" said the old Dwarf. Inferno raised a brow at the name. it was very fitting, seeing as the Dwarf had an immense beard going from his chin to his knees. he took note of a very interesting looking blade that the Dwarf war. a short sword. "It is a pleasure to meet you, King Brin". "Not King, Your Majesty. I may be the eldest of 5 brothers, but a King, i am not. I never saw myself as the leader of any group of Dwarves. I am but a traveller". Inferno nodded, and growled "Well then, Brin. i best not stop your progress. Let's walk". Brin smiled warmly at the massive Dragon, who could easily step on him from his size. he was probably only about 3 feet tall. "Let's not walk. if we did that, you'd be standing in place for an eternity while i caught up with a couple of your steps!" he said, laughing at his own unfortunate height. he lifted the wooden staff he used, which was little more than a polished wooden pole which seemed to end in a cat's eye-like stone, which was blue in colour. the staff itself looked like it had been broken right off a tree, smoothed and polished. an enchantation later, a wisp of white smoke emerged from the amulet and surrounded his body, raising him up. crossing his legs and sitting on the wisp of smoke, he said "I hope i don't offend you through this method of transport", reffering to the fact the only effort he made now was magical, and minor. "Of course not, Brin. i'm one who enjoys walks, flights or any other exercise. after these years at war it's become difficult not to enjoy exercise. it's one of the only passtimes i can afford besides being with Empress Fieras, my mate". "Of course, of course. I at one time was the same. I still enjoy walking, but it would take forever for us to get anywhere that way. during the Great war between the Dwarves and Goblins every Dwarf capable of holding a weapon was asked to fight. i was among them, as were my brothers. back then, i was among the fittest of the Dwarves. strongest with a Hamer or Axe. the Bergmorder Axe was my most powerful weapon. it is the thing that makes up the majority of the weight in the bag i carry" he said, pointing to a small bag on his back. Inferno stared in surprise. "And how could such a powerful weapon be contained in such a small container? i don't remember hearing of a Spell that could shrink things to fit in smaller containers" he growled. "That's the thing. it's not the thing that shrinks. it's the bag that expands. watch". then, after tossing the bag to the floor, he pointed a stubby finger at it and, in a series of faint snaps, and a couple of seconds, the bag had inflated to over 10 times it's original size. then, with a wave of his hand, part of the smoke below him went to lift the bag. "Woah!" exclaimed Brin as he suddenly dipped by the loss of some of the smoke. as the bag was brought back to him, the wisp returned him to the original height. he put a hand into the bag, and pulled out an axe with a grey leather sheath the likes of which Inferno had never scene before. it seemed to have a silvery substance holding it shut, and was only truly connected at the very end of the axe, where the leather was connected, proving to be a single piece of hide. "Troll Hide...after it's tanned and cleaned, it's surprisingly pleasing to the eyes". with a touch of his finger, the Silvery substance began to fade, and Brin drew out what looked like a dark steel axe, the metal being pure black, except on the sharp edge, where it took on a golden shine. "Large enough to fell a Troll in few strikes, and sharp enough to split a mountain in half" he said, pride in his eyes. "It was my finest creation. It's mentioned in Dwarven history as one of the most powerful weapons ever to be made by the Dwarves. I made it for my father many many years ago. when he was cut down in battle against a Demon...i swore revenge. to this day i still hope to find a hint of his disgusting black trail" said Brin. "But i best not weigh down your mind with an old fool's memories. I'm sure you have more important things to-" he started, but Inferno cut him off, growling "Continue, Brin. You've enticed my interest now. it would be cruel not to continue". Inferno grinned at the Dwarf, who smiled at the Dragon's words. "Very well, Your majest-". "Call me Inferno. i don't know whether it's reached your ears, but i absolutely loathe formalities. unless forced, i'd preffer not to use my formal title. i don't like being seen as greater than others". with a nod, Brin cleared his throat, and began to tell his story to the Emperor...

[Doc 42]

The massive, light blueish dragon lay silent, un-moving in the snow. His heart beats slowing to almost nothing... The silver gem attached to the chain around his neck twitched uneasily, its steady pulse dimming fearfully... Suddenly, the dragons upward facing eye burst open, revealing a deep red pupil, surrounded by swirling clouds of colour. Loud whisspering voices filled the air and Stimeak exploded into the air, kicking up a wave of snow from his wing beats and letting loose an ear splitting roar which thundered across the whole mountain. In an instant, a huge gale swept up propelling him away from the mountain. His massive wings rocketing him foreward and into the clouds...

[TyrannoTitan]

Neltharion watched as his mentor flew away into the distance, the black dragon knowing he wasn't acting normal. But now, he didn't care...it was the perfect chance to find the black arial gem. Neltharion turned, lifting himself into the air with his powerful wings, flying off in no real direction. He had no idea where to look...but he had a feeling he was going in the right direction...

[Doc 42]

Traffis, the ex silver empress and imperial dragon sat in her home, resting. All was quiet. She refused to have guards around here and anyone else who had lived her passed on. Her mate, Dramacus, having died hundreads of years ago. Her son having found a mate of his own and living with her in his own home. She was at peace here. Just as these thoughts crossed her mind, she felt another presense nearby... She raised her head cautiously. She would've paid no attention to it... But it felt powerful... like some sort've warning. Then she caught it, two red orbs blinking in the darkness and then dissappearing. She got to her feat as quickly as she could, her body hindered by her low fitness. She growled proudly "Whose there?" She drew up a hand and a single globe of electricity appeared in her claws, illuminateing the dark cave. She gasped and backed away. At the far side of the chamber, a huge light silver Dragon lay curled up in one of the old bedding areas. Its long tail flicking casualy as if it had been there everday. She was about to speak again when something clicked in her mind. That was where Stimeak used to sleep.... She mumered mostly to herself "...Stimeak?" The dragon nodded passively and her shock was replaced with anger. she snarled "Wh-.. You filthy rougue! Get out of my home and get out of this realm!" Stimeak hissed unplesantly "Beleive me, I don't intend on staying long..." She straightened her neck, trying to remain on top of the situation. She growled "What are you doing here?" He replied casually "To visit the home of my parent of course. What kind've son would I be if I just forgot about it?" She spat furiously "You are no son of mine!" Stimeak snorted loudly and growled "I never said I was... If you didn't notice, I'm part white, and father isn't wh-" She cut him off bellowing "How DARE you insult my mate by even SUGGESTING that you are related to him... After all he did for you... Your own good for nothing father dying and sending you here, your good for nothing moth-" Now it was Stimeaks turn to be angry. Before she could react, a lightning bolt had slammed into her chest and blown her across the stone floor. Stimeak got to his feet, padding foreward. His Palms suddenly changed from blue to deep red. A small fire ball formed in mid air and slamed right into her side, blasting her over. Stimeak growled with enough fury in his voice to burn through her skull "Do... Not... EVER speak about my mother... Furthermore, do not insult your own mate by saying he got himself killed. And If i remember correctly, he was perfectly alive when I arrived here. Maybe a bit shocked of finding out that I survived, but certainly alive. Infact, he didnt die for a few hundread years after that. I would know, I saw it happen..."
The old empress was quiet now. She didnt have enough energy to speak and doubt was seaping into her mind... had Stimeak killed Dramacus? Was he really his son? No, it was impossible... Stimeak lifted up a silverish gem hanging from around his neck and growled "Daming proof that your mate wasn't always honest with you, Empress..." She didnt care now, she was beleiveing everyword. She spat "You snake! That gem is Drionachs!" Stimeak merely chuckled and reared up on his hind legs. He growled "No... I think not. Afterall, I am the elder brother, It is my inheiritance, by right..." He smiled, showing his long pointed fangs. She screamed in rage and leapt to her feet, chargeing at Stimeak. In a flash of light she was blasted into the caves wall, the rock cracking where she hit it. electricity sparkled around her body as she tried to harness it and retaliate. Before she could attack, a spear of ice impaled her shoulder, nailing her to the wall. Stimeak padded closer, returning to all fours. He snarled cruelly "Pah, this was amazingly boring, I expected more of a fight. I geuss time hasn't delt with you fairly, or considering your habits, justice has prevailed." She tried to move but her whole body was being paralised by something... Her lungs were acting to fast and her whole body was generally not working properlly. She managed to croak "Just kill me... I have lived long enough as it is..." Stimeak laughed loudly, a deep uncaring laugh he hissed "Oh no, you can live just a little longer, I really cant be bothered finishing you now..." he padded away from her into the darkness but just before he dissappeared, he looked back and flicked a clawed hand. At that moment, a small trickled of lava started pouring down her chest, seeping out of the shoulder wound. She screamed in pain at the searing heat... Where he had learned fire magic, she didnt have a clue.....

[The Kingpin]

"I spent...2 years..forging this axe for my father. it was a gift in exchange for his allowance to let me live the life of a normal Dwarf, instead of putting me as his heir, though i am the eldest, and to allow me to pursue what i preffered as a profession...or, professions. i became the wealthiest Dwarf in the Kingdoms for a certain time. i mined, forged weapons and armour, built great gates. this Axe was made for my father so that he may know exactly why it was a good idea to let me pursue this career. he fought on the Battlefield in the battle that saved the Dwarven Kingdoms. the battle of Rhannak Rai. the battle succeeded in scaring the Goblins away. it forced them to retreat, and put them in a position of weakness that ensured that they could not continue the war for at least another 10 years. however, not long after the defeat of the Goblins, The Demons decided to make use of my People's tired, battle-weakened states and almost destroyed us. we succeded in fighting them off with the help of a group of Trolls which were on our side, friends of my father from the ages past when he used to adventure into the mountains. however, my father himself was slain by the leader of the group, and i wish more than anything to return the favour..." said Brin while running a smooth stone down the blade, sharpenning it even further than it already was. Inferno nodded, having become extremely interested in the Dwarf's story. "Well, you are welcome to stay in my home for as long as you need. all the food and drink you may require can be found in plentiful quantities here". Brin shook his head. "I have already taken enough of your time as is, and, considering your generous offers, i cannot take much more than perhaps some food and drink. sleep i need nothing of. it's been long since i gained the ability to go constantly without sleep. thanks to a gift given to me by the elves". Inferno raised a brow. "Very well then, Brin. take whatever you need, and i wish you well on your journeys. My guards will make sure that nothing dares stand in your way while within my lands". Brin smiled thankfully and said "Thank you, Inferno. i shall not soon forget this". "We all want the Demons crushed. you'll be helping us get rid of one more experienced commander. i'd have to be the greatest of fools not to help you!" growled Inferno as he waved off the Dwarf's thanks. "Your Majest-erm...Inferno....would you mind if i entered your cave? there is a way i have thought of that i may be able to give you as a token of my appreciation". Inferno nodded. "Come with me". he then slipped his clawed hand under the tiny Dwarf and lifted him up and reared up, beating his powerful wings and growling "Hold on". he then flew right for the cave, flying at incredible speed, covering a 4 day's journey to the Mountain Abode in under 5 minutes. as Inferno landed, Brin said "May i...?", waving a hand towards the entrance. "Of course" growled Inferno, and soon, the small man was scuttling down the steps, his bag on his back as he raced for one of the corridors of the main chamber, a massive hallway between the black and white gems. Inferno kept up with him easily, though he was still surprised by the Dwarf's speed. soon, they were in another chamber, a dark one with a statue of a red Dragon in the center. it was......Inferno's father. "We Dwarves hid a special place within these caverns to serve the one who would eventually live within it". said Brin. "w...what was it?" he growled. just as Brin was about to speak, he saw a small yellow light flying towards Inferno. "I think i best leave my stories for later" said Brin. the glow burst into a flash of light, and when it subsided, the massive, impressive form of Slytherius stood before them. "You majesty, Empress Morian and Emperor Balmeer request your presence at the Singing Caves. it seems those two Blue Dragons weren't the only victims. it was an assassination attempt on Balmeer". Inferno nodded. "I am deeply sorry, Brin, but it seems duty must interfere with out conversation. please make yourself at home here and relax. i shall be back as soon as possible". "Your majesty, if i may" started Slytherius with his head bowed to Inferno. "What is it, Slytherius?" growled Inferno. With a wave of his clawed hand, Slytherius produced a small Fire-born Dragon-like creature, but with a more human body. "We could keep one of my Sentinals here as his guide" growled Slytherius. Inferno nodded, and growled "Now, if you'll excuse me Brin, im afraid i must get going". Brin nodded, and Inferno turned to leave, mentally telling Slytherius to send a guard to watch over the Empress. the Dwarf looked trustworthy, but still...one couldn't be too careful. soon, one of Inferno's Imperial Guard had entered, and 4 others started to patrol the area, two doing tight circles around the mountain and the other two doing large ones, keeping their eye open for any intruder. the Empress herself was busy within the Resting chamber, helping plan a strategy with the Red Dragons' most skilled strategists...

Inferno emerged onto the basking ledge and leapt off powerfully, beating his wings a couple of times before flying towards the Singing Caves with unprecedented speed, his Guards barely keeping up with him...

[TyrannoTitan]

Silence fell over a destroyed land, a land forgetten by all, its former inhabitants no longer in exhistance. All except for one, the one now in search of his prize: The Black Arial Gem. Neltharion glided through the air effortlessly, his eyes scanning the land below, still following only by instinct. Something was drawing him to this land, and he assumed it was the Gem. He heard whispers...whispers he couldn't hear. But he knew they told him he needed to acquire the Gem, it was the only way to rid the world of the scum he sought to destroy. As he continued on, the whispers grew louder, still unable to hear what exactly they were saying, but knew he was getting closer. Soon he heard the sounds of war, flying over to a nearby ledge in hopes of staying hidden. Ahead of the black dragon was a battle raging between a horde of demons and a few rogue Balrogs, both forces seemingly equal, despite the number difference. Neltharion knew he would have to wait, wait until both sides were weakened...then he'd take what was rightfully his...

Two golden dragons emerged from the water, climbing out into the vast caverns ahead. One dragon, female, was slightly larger then the other dragon, its brilliantly golden scales slightly dull, showing her age. She was Chronos' mate, and also his most trusted warrior, going to represent the Golden Emperor, the timeless one unable to come in person. She was occumpanied by Occulus, one of Chronos' elite guard, and another trusted friend. The two dragons approached Balmeer and Morian, silent, staring forward, having the same eternal stare as their emperor.

[Legendary Elite]

"Open your eyes Garroth please!" said a voice into Garroth's head. It sounded quite familiar and beautiful. Garroth suddenly realized it was Tranquillus. She sounded desperate and immediately his eyes snapped open. His vision began to come back finally and saw the gold dragon looking down at him with a worried look in her eyes. Garroth growled for a minute and then calmed. "I'm fine Tranquillus. That trip really knocked me out." he hissed in his serious tone before trying to get his bearings. He noticed he was sprawled out across the ground like something dead and was on his stomach. Quickly he made sure no limb was missing by moving his arms and legs. Relieved that everything was fine, he wagged his tail for a minute and then began to slowly but steadily get back up on his feet. He felt his strength return to him quickly and so he was back up in no time. He nodded in recognition to Tranquillus before looking around himself. "You were right Garroth, this must be the Outlands. Not that I so much as doubted you but I did have thoughts that maybe it was a trap or a gateway to the underworld." She hissed into his mind. Garroth nodded, he trusted his father though and his father had been correct all along. He decided to let it drop because arguing at this time was pointless. He looked up into the sky, there was the sun further off in an easterly direction and also across the sky was huge streams of light that were red, green and gold. The streams were like nothing that Garroth had ever seen before. He then realized that those "streams" were possibly magic. Wherever it lead, he was clueless. But it was truly amazing. Something so beautiful and yet, so rare that Garroth knew it must only exist in such a world like this. The sky itself was an unusual red colour, not deep red like a ruby but light red and in some place it was very dark altogether. Garroth looked along the ground beneath him and realized they were standing on a very large hill that had a massive staircase which separated into sections which were levels and then into more stairs which lead down a very long way. However it would be easy for them considering they were dragons. Garroth suspected however that it also meant that humans and other races had been here or still were here. Garroth then looked out towards the area the stairs finished at and saw a massive plain that stretched for miles all around. Not far away though was a massive human base set up with huge towers. "Maybe we'll have some answers with that human base over there. I can only wonder what other things live here in the Outlands." Hissed Garroth. As soon as he said that however a roar came overhead. Garroth looked up to see a massive dragon flying across them. But as Garroth saw it was the same one he had met back at the training grounds the day before they left. The one without back legs and a long tail like a serpent. Whatever it was, it was heading to the castle where it began to descend into. Garroth looked to Tranquillus before he leapt off the ground they were standing on and began flying towards the castle. Tranquillus followed from behind...

[The Kingpin]

Inferno shot through the air at breakneck speed, the land's features whizzing by despite their distance, the immense speed of the Dragon Emperor reaching the point that down below, his shadow was covering areas that spread thousands of miles in mere hours. as clouds started to form above, Inferno caught sight of the singing caves. but, as he neared, a swarm of black forms appeared before him. "DAMN!" he snarled to himself as a black beam shot right at him, his body swerving aside and flipping out of the way just in time. "DEMONS!" Boomed Inferno to his Imperial Guard, who scrambled to prepare to fight off the attackers, Inferno hurling Fireballs with a spell Mortus had taught him personally. Muertez Maxim. the Absolute Death spell. the most powerful spell the Red Dragons could cast from the arsenal of death spells that had been taught to them by the Blacks before the disputes started. there were at least 30 Demons, and only 6 of them, Slytherius and Inferno included. this was going to be a difficult fight...

"ATTACK!" boomed Drakus, commander of the Demonic army sent to retrieve the Black Alariel Gem. with a horrifying roar, the Demons charged, a group of massive Balrogs standing between them and the gem. some of the demons leapt to the air, but that was quickly proven useless as the Balrogs produced fire whips, dragging them out of the sky and practically crushing them underfoot after swinging them down with bone shattering force. zaps of red and black magic shot from the Demons to the Balrogs, some being shot down by the cursed arrows, others consuming them and actually dodging them, if not taking them unscathed in the case of their leader, Mordus, who was sweeping Demons out of his way like flies while he steadily made his way to the leader...

[Doc 42]

Vitae was getting read to fly to the singing caves, the massive white dragon padded along the wide crater that was his home. Ruins surrounded its lip and vines grew all over everything in sight. Just beyond the ruins, the forests started. Vitae was explaining what to do incase of something happening to one of his guards as he walked. Suddenly, a massive dark cloud rolled over what was originally a bright sunny day. There was the crackle of thunder as the clouds moved onwards stretching for miles as far as the eye could see... Birds flocked back into the trees, shocked by the sudden change in weather. Vitae froze, his eyes darting around the massive dark clouds above him. In seconds the day had practilly turned to night. His guard growled questionly "Drionach?" Vitae replied with distaste "I would've sensed him coming into the realem... Besides, I know him, he doesn't travel around inside a hundread mile long." Then he sensed it, the presence of a dragon entering his realem, the border being not to far from his current position. He was pretty sure it was a Silver, but there were other forces at work within the life he was senseing, dark magic, but at the same time, resistence... Something trying and failing to block him... The latter being which unerved him the most... If he only sensed it now... His eyes widened the slightest bit as he grasped just how big this storm was... The mountain was suddenly lit up in a bright flash of lightening and the crackle of thunder. He growled in anger... He was personally going to tear the dragon responsible for this to shreds unless they had a damn good reason. He opened his wings and took flight into the air, ignoreing the danger of the lightning strikes. He circled round the crater once, waiting for the intruder.
There was an echoing roar in the distance, he locked onto the source of the sound, feeling the creatures life force.

Stimeak swooped foreward out of a cloud, finally seeing the one he hated most... A wide, insane grin spread across his face in anticipation of the battle to come... He had taken the liberety of "borrowing" The Silver Storm cells he had heard about at the emperors meeting...

[The Kingpin]

Inferno shot at one of the Demon leaders of the group, beating his wings suddenly and flipping backwards, his central tail blade slicing the demon clean in half, before a pulse of black energy burst from Inferno's now outstretched palm, right into the Demon's face, killing it instantly. a blast of white energy came from within him, a tornado of fire swirling around the Demons, swinging them around him as another blast of blue fire came to join the white energy, as the Demons' life forces began to leave their bodies, the stony demonic forms beginning to frost as Inferno drew the eergy out of them and used it to fuel his next attack. as the bright light suddenly faded, the Demons fell out of the air, his own Guards locked in aerial combat with some of the remaining demons. 10 more remained, along with 5 others fighting the other Dragons. Inferno's eyes flared as he stared the largest of them right in the face. "I suggest you hope for a good place to go after i kill you...this will NOT feel pleasant" boomed Inferno as he beat his wings before wrapping himself with them, swinging them out suddenly as a massive 5 pointed fireball shot right at it, blasting it out of the air, Inferno diving right at it, it's 9 protectors diving after him. as the Demon leader hit the ground, Inferno beat his wings, slowing his descent, his tail pointed downwards, the central blade stabbing the demon right in the chest, before Inferno's wings lifted him up again, the leader still alive and burning from the inside as Inferno injected more than the usual seething hot liquid through the spike. as one Demon dove at him, he swung his tail up between his legs, it's length swinging the Leader right into the demon, knocking it out of the way as Inferno grabbed two more and drew the flames from their souls, killing them, as another 3 knocked him out of the air, pinning him to the ground. but the damage had been done. their leader was dead. now there remained 11 Demons. "RETREAT!" snarled one of the remaining Demons as it shot off. as the Demons left, one of the Imperial Guards fell to the floor, breathing hard, right wing broken from the impact, a black stake rammed into his chest. Inferno stood, looking at his Guard and friend. Faris. one of the older Guards. he was one of the original 5 that protected Mortus when he first became Emperor. "They...they finally...finally managed to hit...me...ugh...they had to make it a painful one...argh" he groaned as black liquid started seeping from the wound. "Breath Deeply, Faris" growled Inferno as he held a hand over the Dragon's chest, using what little life magic he knew to find out what the damages were. his eyes widened. "Help me lift him up. we need to get him to Balmeer's home. he's ok, but this rain's going to make it spread to other, less protected places in his body. like the wings. MOVE!" he snarled at the others. immediately, Slytherius lifted the elder Guard up and put him on his back. and walked the rest of the way to the singing caves, flying only when they reached the edge of the land path to it. from here on, they had to fly to the center. as the group landed, Inferno let off a warning roar, signalling his arrival as Slytherius lay Faris down. "It looks like it was meant as a distraction. i know for a fact Demons can do more than this. Faris is REALLY lucky that the Demon decided to flee" growled one of the other Guards as Inferno removed the stake, and began to heal the wound, despite his less than perfect skill at life magic...

[Doc 42]

Stimeak beat his wings, blasting foreward towards Vitae. He pulled them back, slowing him down. His body arched as he hovered, his tail curling up behind him, claws extended. Behind them a tornado stretched down from the sky and crashed into the earth leaving a silent boom. Stimeaks eyes were locked on Vitae, his only concern in the world....

[The Kingpin]

Vitae's painfully white eyes stared back at Stimeak, a low snarl coming from him as he realised who this was. "So we meet again, Stimeak....a backstabber hiding amongs Emperors. that child, Inferno made a mistake to bring you to our meeting. perhaps he didn't know it at the time...none of us did...but now, you've just proven yourself our worst enemy..." boomed the Emperor as a screeching roar echoed through the blackening sky, the sky glowing white for a moment as a lightning bolt hit a peak behind him, his wings spread wide, his glowing white mane of hair contrasting the pitch black sky. he beat his wings hard, lifting off, his massive tail swinging around with such speed loud cracks could be heard, similar to those of whips...

[Doc 42]

Stimeak brought on a more controled smile and bellowed "oh really now? Pray tell me, Who exactly am I backstabbing, Vitae?" His body was tensed and ready for movement, his hands glowing in preperation for spells, but he wanted to talk to Vitae first, he had some things to say...

[The Kingpin]

Vitae snarled in anger. "Your friend, Inferno, for one. by losing our trust you're losing our trust for him because he was the one who allowed you to stand during those meetings. Us for another, attacking me at a time where we need to focus our power to eliminate the demons and industrialists before they consume this world. your family, another. and finally, what of that young apprentice of yours? Neltharion?" he boomed as lightning struck the ground on either side of him...

[TyrannoTitan]

Neltharion lifted off from the ledge, powering through the air at amazing speeds, ready to claim what was rightfully his. His black scales hid him from view in the darkened sky, using various clouds to further hide himself. Finally nearing where the gem was placed, Neltharion decended, still slightly hidden by the color of the sky, hoping the demons and Balrogs would pay no attention to him as they fought eachother. Finally he neared, the whispers louder then ever, almost causing him to loose focus. Finally he landed, grabbing the object before taking off into the air as fast as he could, using all his strength to speed himself along. Soon the sounds of battle began to fade, but he didn't dare slow down. As powerful as he was, he would never last against both the gem's guardians and the hordes of demons...

[Doc 42]

Stimeak laughed creully and roared "And you say these things are my fault? Why if it wasn't for your actions, this never would have happend, would it, Grandfather?" He wanted Vitae to know the full extent of his mistakes before he died

[The Kingpin]

"MY ACTIONS?! And what the blazes would i have to do with this?!" boomed the White Emperor, lightning striking the area around him, a total of 20 lightning strikes happening in a time gap of 5 seconds, within an 800 foot radius...

[Doc 42]

In an instant Stimeaks eyes narrowed to slits, glowing blue with power. His voice started out low and grew into a booming roar "Your own daughter.... And.. my MOTHER!!" At the last word, a single pure red lightning bolt shot from stimeaks outstretched palm and slammed into Vitaes chest blowing him backwards....

[The Kingpin]

Vitae spread his wings, stopping him from going back far, retaliating with his own, pure white lightning bolt, that hit Stimeak in the stomach, winding him and knocking him back several hundred feet. "Your mother...you think I was responsible for THAT?! let me guess...that's why you're here...you want revenge...well...let me tell you now, since you're so eager to bring back past stories. firstly, ask yourself. Who am i? who IS Vitae?" he growled as he waited for Stimeak to recover, so that he could hear his next words carefully...

[Doc 42]

Stimeak twisted his body to glide with the momentum from the hit. His flashed blue and a massive blizzard instantly swept up hideing him from veiw. He turned back the way he came, directing the blizzards path to project him forewards. He broke out of it to Vitaes far right. however it was largely useless, he already knew that Vitae would've been able to sense his life force so sight wasn't nessessary. He growled calmly "Who is Vitae? A stuck up spineless coward who would banish his own daughter for something as mediocre as 'purity.' Someone who would stand by idely as she died... Someone who would perfer, to 'forget' that he ever had a daugheter or a grandson..."