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by **HorseGal** » Mon Jul 14, 2008 3:19 pm

Setrinus was up and alert, watching over her two dragons eggs. It would be anyday now that they would hatch and she couldn't wait for the day to see two new baby dragons added to the Blue Dragon race. She smiled at the thought of raising them and teaching them...but also sighed. Her mate was off among with other dragons who wanted to help fight against the demons. I hope he comes back safely...if he over does, she thought. and gazed at her two eggs with a motherly expression on her face.

by **Doc 42** » Tue Jul 15, 2008 11:55 pm

Stimeak hit the ground with a sickening crack, a moaning growl comeing from him, his body shakeing as the bolts continued to slam into him. He couldn't keep this up. They were matched in physical combat yet Eranikus had 10 times more stamina... he had only killed the blue dragon due to a mistake on its part. He only killed the black dragon from its failure to percive the threat he posed... however.... Eranikus wouldn't make any mistakes... She hated him and with good reason... He closed his ways, trying to dull the pain of the bolts slamming into him, at the same time desperately trying to fight the pain paraliseing his body... Then he heard a slight distant voice "Boss!"... nothing.... then again, louder and clearer "boss!" Gamal....

His companions voice sounded "Boss! The darkness surrounding you... what ever goes into it just comes back out the other side of the platform, I noticed some projectiles returning through it earlier!" It clicked into stimeaks head like a clog in clockwork, putting the gears of thought in motion. He had noticed strange projectiles aswell but hadn't put much thought into their source.... this made sense.... it also formed the basis of a plan in his head.... he froze a section of ground infront of him, useing it as a mirror, then sighting his target with the lightning bolt still charged in his hand... he unleashed it foreward into the darkness, a small jagged chunk of ice at its head to guide it...

With a deafening crack, the bolt soared foreward and then pulled out of nowhere, adjusting its flight and then hammered into the back of Eranikus's head, light and static flashing everywhere....

by **TyrannoTitan** » Wed Jul 16, 2008 1:00 am

Eranikus's mouth opened, her eyes rolling upwards for a few moments. Her body went limp, the white dragon plummeting toward the ground, the white glow surrounding her starting to die out. Hitting the ground with a loud crash, causing a crater in the usually amazing gem-covered ground, head facing away from Stimeak, alive, but just barely. The artifact remained hidden, only showing itself when she breathed her last breath...

by **Doc 42** » Wed Jul 16, 2008 1:47 am

Stimeak pulled himself to his feet, a sickly grin covering his maw. He struggled over to Eranikus, spitting "Well then... white guardian... any last words before I send you to join the rest of your cursed race?" His eyes bore intense hatred, but also boyish satisfaction and pride... Thinking he had won completely....

by **TyrannoTitan** » Wed Jul 16, 2008 1:51 am

"Only that you are a fool...I am sure...the others told you the same..." Eranikus growled, still facing away from the cross-breed. "Kerafyrm is a beast...Destroying us will only unleash him back into this world. All for what? ...For you to gain...some trinket...You will be his first victim...I assure you of that..." she growled, obviously struggling to even speak. Finally turning, she looked up at Stimeak, her usually majestic face now bleeding and dark. Suddenly, she spat at Stimeak's face, hitting him between the eyes. "See you in hell." she snarled, head flopping onto the ground, the rune on her shoulder finally appearing...

by **Doc 42** » Wed Jul 16, 2008 2:12 am

Stimeak grunted in amusement, the spit evaporateing off his head.... He reached foreward, prying the rune off her shoulder and adding it to the others on his palm, sealing it in place.... He growled absent mindedly to Gamal "Any idea who this Kerafrym person is?" The greyish gargoyle like creature slid in from whereever he was hideing, grinning broadly and answering "Not a clue. Shalll we continue?"

by **TyrannoTitan** » Thu Jul 17, 2008 3:57 am

Another surge of mana flooded over Stimeak, this time replenishing it completely. The fight ahead would be the worst of the four, and even with all of his mana, the fight would still be in the next dragon's favor...

by **Doc 42** » Wed Jul 23, 2008 7:58 pm

Stimeak felt like he could do a backflip. Unsure why, as that would most likely result him embarassingly breaking his neck, but it seemed like a good idea. He was springing back and forth like a hatchling, the eurphoria of having his mana back blocking out all of the Old dragons worrys. It was also effecting Gamal. As Stimeak laughed his across the platform, the strange gargoyle like creature was doing bad impressions of various creatures they had met on their journies. They weren't very good, but Stimeak still found them funny. Grinning madly, he leapt off the stairwell, glideing down to the last platform, Gamal just manageing to grab hold of his shoulder, pulling himself onto the dragons back, also grinning, his eyes changing colour rapidly. He didn't know why, but everything just seemed really funny. Maybe it was that they had killed 3 dragons many times more powerful than Stimeak and now there wasn't even a scratch on them. Infact, the only injury visible on Stimeak was a scar going from one cheek down the side of his neck, which he hadn't healed. He refused to tell Gamal and his companion knew better than to try find the answer in the depths of the old dragons mind....

by **Refusal** » Thu Jul 24, 2008 6:44 pm

Talos held his forearm outward in an attempt to block the icy cold gale that was rushing accross his numb flesh. He trudged on through the snow into the blizzard. Step by step he was ever closer to his destination.

The road was long and whinding. After each and every curve he became more and more uneasy. He new something bad would happen, he listened to his gut because his gut never seems to be wrong.

He could see the city of Burnham in the distance, that is where he is going. About a week ago there was a protest that was telling of the injustices of the leader of the city how he has been slowly taking all the power and leaving the people with none. Arnold Urilyn, the leader of this city and so called tyrant did not like his name to be soiled so he threw the protesters into jail to be put to death. Talos had to get to Burnham before they were killed so he can make things right.

by **dinoman666** » Fri Jul 25, 2008 2:25 am

Valroz sat down, leaning against a boulder and licking his fangs. His other higher-ranking Demons (and any who could get to Garroth's carcass first), Malebolgia among them, did the same elsewhere. Khamul, who didn't need to eat, was perched on his Fell Beast, simply staring out over the field where the fight between Garroth and Valroz had taken place.

by **C S** » Fri Jul 25, 2008 2:34 am

A red crested black feather bird flew ahead. Upon seeing the scene below, the bird chirped, 5 more flying to his side and then lined up in a V-formation. One by one, they lost control of their bowells, feicies flying through the air, each hitting the dead Garroth

Doc says: In most cases this kind've stuff would earn you an rpg warning, seeing as you are pointlessly controlling npc's and makeing it unrealistic buuuuuuuuuuuuuut most cases don't involve LE.... *turns blind eye*

by **vincent350** » Fri Jul 25, 2008 9:11 am

As Cantus drew the blade from the bandits skull, he still felt as if he would never find his purpose. "Another deed, more honor waiting to be torn to shreds.", thinks Cantus. "These cursed memories will never leave my thoughts! I wish I could leave these memories like I left my order." The biting winds hardly phased him. His sword glistened with the blood of the bandit which already started to harden on his blade. He cleans his blade and sheathes it. He sees from behind his blade a man, trudging through the snow.

by **Refusal** » Fri Jul 25, 2008 5:36 pm

As he rounded the next bend a wave of wind crashed around him the snow was being thrown into the air. He could see a figure up ahead.

It seemed to be a larger man sheathing a sword. As Talos neared the man he could feel ill-fortune creep through his body. Not even a second later a large figure lept from the forest on the left of the trail and crashed into the man on the trail both of them falling to the ground.

Talos sprun to action running into the wind and snow with his sword draw. When he neared the wrestling mass of man and beast he knew he still had time to save the man. He jump over a bank of snow onto the beast thrusting his sword deep into his flesh another blade sprung outward of the beast almost cutting Talos' throat. He pulled his sword from the ice coated beast, it's blood ran warm on his blade.

The man pushed the animal, which Talos now made out to be a bear, off of him. The man beneath the corpse in the blood soaked snow was in full armor, it seemed like he had been through hell. His armor was worn and tattered. His sword was held in his right hand and a sheild was worn on his back. He had an insignia that was torn and shoddy. Talos could see that the symbol it held was of Vhalen the god of justice; the judge of the dead.

"Looks like you've been to the fouls and back, friend." Talos said as he held his hand out hoping to help the man to his feet.

by **vincent350** » Fri Jul 25, 2008 6:21 pm

"I will be fine, I will get up on my own", says Cantus. He grasps the bears cold flesh and eases himself to his feet. "It appears you aren't trying to kill me, so I dont have to kill you. Well I should be going...what is your name by the way?"

by **Refusal** » Fri Jul 25, 2008 6:27 pm

"My name is Talos Varden, and yours is?" Talos inquired.

by **vincent350** » Fri Jul 25, 2008 6:36 pm

"I am Frederick Cantus, and I am a Fallen Palladin of the Order of Vhalen. You may think I represent justice but I cannot bring any justice after what I have done", Cantus told Talos in a melancholy tone as he brushes himself off. "I suppose I shall leave before your reputation I sullied by my presence."

by **Refusal** » Fri Jul 25, 2008 6:50 pm

"You wear the mark of Vhalen, it seems to be tattered. Is your sense of justice in the same state?" Talos questioned. "My reputation means nothing, I am here to simply keep the flame of Vhalen burning and to help those who won't help themselves." Talos finished.

by **vincent350** » Fri Jul 25, 2008 7:06 pm

"Yes, you are right. My code strays from the original in some ways. But this fits a palladin more truthfully. Your cause sounds like something I could help you with. Do you mind?" asks Cantus.

by **Refusal** » Fri Jul 25, 2008 7:12 pm

"If you want to follow Vhalen then do so I have no control over you life, but if your asking me to bring you with me to Burnham than you are welcome to come." Talos declared.

by **vincent350** » Fri Jul 25, 2008 7:21 pm

"Now I may have purpose for some time then. I will follow you to Burnham. I shall redeem myself before Vhalen and be worthy of his honor and respect.", says Cantus. "What do you do for Vhalen?"

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