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by **Refusal** » Fri Jul 25, 2008 7:33 pm

"I keep his flame burning by making the world just." Talos replied. "But we have no more time to talk we must get to Burnham before many innocent lives are taken."

by **vincent350** » Fri Jul 25, 2008 10:55 pm

"Lead the way Talos. What is happening in Burnham?", asks Cantus. "What do you need me to do?"

by **Dinonerd** » Sat Jul 26, 2008 12:06 am

The Dreadlord pulled himself out of the fiery pit of hell, with a great scream of joy let out at the sight of such vast amounts of life. There was feeding to be done and the Dreadlord was hungry.

The Dreadlord walked towards what seemed to be a fire off in the distance. The grass and flowers beneath his feet were rotting and dieing as he stepped on them. When he finally reached the fire he could see a camp of humans set up in a clearing, their town had probably been attacked by bandits or raiders and burnt down. Men in armour sat on the ground looking for the slightest hint of danger while the other men were bringing wood to keep the fire going. The women, children and elderly sat in front of the fire while eating from bowls. The Dreadlord looked at the camp and growled quietly in hunger. The Dreadlord came out into the clearing as fast as lightning and had the first guard by the throat, he then continued to rip the mans sword arm off. The mans face was alive with horror and the life from his skin quickly drained away. The women, children and elderly quickly got to their feet and began to run for the treeline. The men gathering fire wood quickly picked up small swords and daggers, while the guards drew their swords and shields. All of the men left in the clearing were showing clear signs of fear on their faces. A brave guard charged the Dreadlord and struck his sword at the Dreadlord's arm, the Dreadlord picked the man up by his two arms and bit the mans head off. The men who were not guards began to quiver and run while the guards stood their ground. There were 3 guards left against the evil Dreadlord. The Dreadlord let out a scream of unimaginable horror and made the guards stumble as they were slowly advancing the creature. The creature walked up to the three men who had formed a makeshift phalanx, the Dreadlord struck with his hand flinging a man a few meters backwards and he then tore the shield off one man and used it to bash the mans skull in. The third guard turned to run but was picked up from behind by a huge hand, the guard turned his head to see the large bull head of the Dreadlord hang over him. The guard felt searing pain through his whole body and could feel himself becoming light headed. The guard became limp and the Dreadlord threw his body to the ground. The guard that had originally been thrown backwards was trying to crawl away, but the Dreadlord quickly caught up to him and lifted the man off his feet and threw him against the trunk of a very large tree, the man died as his spine broke apart. The Dreadlord roared and then looked at the direction the women and children had fled, he then followed the scent of their life.

by **dinoman666** » Sat Jul 26, 2008 1:30 am

"Alright!" barked Valroz, standing up and rousing the surrounding Demons from their lazing about. "We're heading back to the Wastelands for now!" He barked orders, letting Malebolgia whip any demons who were going to slow.

by **TyrannoTitan** » Sat Jul 26, 2008 3:40 am

Suddenly, around Stimeak, there was just white. Nothing, just blankness, connected to the platform, and able to be walked on, but had no sky or features what so ever. Suddenly, the brilliant golden gems on the ground were covered up by a blinding rift, a dragon of enourmous proportions climbing out, its rusty golden scales much duller then others of its kind, showing its age. As the dragon pulled itself out of the rift completely, the magical rip in time closed, the dragon facing away from Stimeak. "What?! What do you want?!" the dragon boomed angrily, turning around to see the strange dragon in front of him. Eyes widening in surprise, the dragon laughed loudly, the sound echoing around the area as if they were inside a cave. "Fools! Immature, inexperienced, simple minded fools!" the dragon roared, eyes looking past Stimeak, as if he didn't care. "And who may I ask are you?" the golden behemoth growled, enourmous tail curling around his legs.

by **Doc 42** » Sat Jul 26, 2008 4:21 am

Stimeak answered honestly, his previous meetings with the guardians proving that sneakiness was futile "I am a silver white crossbreed of little significance. Some would refer to me as being 'powerful' but I am merely increidibly fortunate, as you could probably guess by my arrival here. Or you could see it as idiocy, it really all depends on a matter of perspective. However, I am NOT inexperianced, a fortunate mistake made by several of your peers. I have seen and done much that older dragons have not.... If there is any point in me asking, who are you?" His pale yellowish eyes were fixed on the Golden dragon's... stareing plainly into them...

by **Refusal** » Sat Jul 26, 2008 2:03 pm

Talos turned and started down the trail.

"A man there thinks he has control of others lives, the words will be torn from his thorat." Talos said as he trudged through the snow. Cantus walked through it as if it wasn't there it didn't seem to hinder him at all.

"So tell me of your tattered justice." Talos said without looking back. The day was just begining and you could see the light of the sun behind the dark clouds. The winds slowed as if listening in to what Cantus was about to say.

by **vincent350** » Sun Jul 27, 2008 3:13 am

"My code isn't tattered as much as renewed for it fits man more truthfully than its predecessor, the so called 'Code of Chivalry'.", Cantus laughs coldly as he finishes.
"The only people that deserve respect are those who bring true justice, unlike these men who claim to be guards, those worthy of respect, and women deserve the utmost respect and courtesy.", states Cantus, "For they have not waged nearly as many wars as corrupt men have. There are far less corrupt women indeed. But as for the rest of the code, you may kill anyone who truly deserves it, armed or not. Though I truly do not respect life itself, I will protect those I deem innocent and bring vengeance to those wronged. I cheat or torture as I see fit. My honor is one of the only things I still hold of value, I would never abandon an ally or deed, but I may betray them if it conflicts with my code. I always maintain any standards and promises I keep. Mercy is never given.", Cantus ends with a sigh. "But you don't have to worry about me betraying you, though. You don't seem to have any conflict with my code."
Cantus' foot had fallen through a small sinkhole in the snow. Talos saw this and put his hand out to Cantus as he did before. "Damn this heavy plate!", Cantus said in a furious tone as he tore his leg to through the snow and frozen soil.
Cantus paused. "And that is my tattered code.", his voice back to his normal monotone, "Have you heard the story of the order of Vhalen, Talos?"

by **Refusal** » Sun Jul 27, 2008 3:41 pm

"The order of the Vhalen?" Talos questioned as he pulled out a stick of tabac and lit it with a match of some sort. "I would like to here this story."Talos finished turning away from the wiping winds to puff his tabac. "But that story will have to wait for another time." Talos said in a tone that implied he knew something more. Seconds later a man emerged from the thick of the icy blizzard.

This road was dangerous, it led everywhere throughout Ineria. It was once called the golden road where many traders would travel accross Ineria to market there goods. But soon as there were traders there were thieves, and the thieves became worse and worse to where no one went down this road for fear of being looted or killed. It is now called the rusted road.

The man up ahead was large and covered in furs in his right hand he held a spear that he used as a walking stick as he approached us he looked up into the volly of frozen water. The second his head came up his spear was ready and a smirk worn of his face. Talos and Cantus had their blades out in the next instant. Talos stood his ground trying not to underestimate his adversary.

by **vincent350** » Mon Jul 28, 2008 1:08 am

The man stood as still even in this unforgiving wilderness. His eyes glimmered, but Cantus thought, "Is this man blind?" His face was marred by a scar of grayish-red flesh which ran from his eye down to his upper lip. He must have been experienced because his form was excellent. The furs appeared to be a black bear, the head of it looked like it was stabbed, crushed, and smashed. This was a violent man.

Cantus drew one breath, his emotionless face seemed chiseled in stone. He charged straight to the savage spear man, sword and shield in hand. Cantus drew ever closer, and the spear man's form had begun to falter.

He panicked and thrust, but his timing was off. The Fallen Paladin had beat the spear to the side with the dented shield and went in for a quick stab to the chest, which the primitive man twisted his torso so the jagged blade passed him by a mere hair. Cantus retracted quickly and he hid his face with his shield, waiting for the fur clad warrior to strike. Sure enough, he went in for a stab, but in the middle of his thrust he spun it around and struck Cantus' leg, causing him to collapse. His armor felt like a prison, he couldn't possibly move to the side quick enough to evade the blow.

Cantus brought his shield to his face when he saw the spear straight above his head, then he saw a black blur above his face and heard the panging metal of a spearhead land on his chest.

Cantus scrambled to his feet and saw Talos struggling to push the sword to barbarian's throat, but the mass of fur picked him up and through him into the snow behind him. He turned to Cantus, with that same confident smirk. Cantus' face was still the same as it ever was. He charged to the large man and went for a hack to the neck, but as he approached, the fur wearing beast toppled over with a sword stuck into the back of his skull, and standing four yards behind him was Talos.

"That was quite an impressive feat.", says Cantus, "Do you normally do this?"

by **TyrannoTitan** » Mon Jul 28, 2008 9:10 pm

"Tyranastrasz...." The golden behemoth growled, flexing a clawed hand. "It doesn't matter how you defeated the others....I won't be so easily put down..." he growled, staring straight at the dragon's face, sand slowly and carefully piling up near his feet, making no aggressive move, but continued to increase in size. "Ahhh, now I see who you are, Stimeak. You seem to have done some...unpleasant things to keep me searching...Only few have this ability to evade the golden dragons' gaze..." Tyranastrasz growled, laughing loudly, eyes still staring into Stimeak's.

by **Doc 42** » Mon Jul 28, 2008 9:38 pm

Stimeak cocked his head, slightly perplexed. He hissed reasonably "Is that so? Well... care to name a few? I have always been a bit skeptical of the Golden flight... Avoided them too, and for good measure...."

by **TyrannoTitan** » Sat Aug 02, 2008 2:21 am

"Multiple deaths in the white flight...Including Emperor Vitae..." Tyranastrasz growled, lifting a clawed hand. Suddenly, the sand at Stimeak's feet lept up and covered his legs, solidifying, anchoring him in place. The sand was much more then sand, capable of aging individual body parts until they were nothing but bones, but for now, the sand remained just solid sand...

by **Doc 42** » Sat Aug 02, 2008 2:28 am

Stimeak smiled, without looking down at the sand around his legs once. That would show weakness. His eyes flashed once, a cloud suddenly rushing forth from out of mid air, forming into a hand and wrapping around the massive golden dragon's neck, the particles of water freezeing as it did so, forming a strong grip.... Though this was a decoy for most of the part, his real power was going into a spell he had only thought of minutes ago....

by **TyrannoTitan** » Sat Aug 02, 2008 2:32 am

Suddenly, the sand wrenched forward as one, bowling the dragon over into the white surroundings, breaking his concentration on the spell, the golden dragon shaking his head, shattering the ice. Walking forward, he watched as the sand moved over the fallen dragon's legs and head, its magical properties starting to activate, Stimeak's scales starting to get dull in areas that were touching the sand.

by **Doc 42** » Sat Aug 02, 2008 2:40 am

Stimeak roared, not a roar of anger or even a battlecry, but one of summoning. He threw his hands foreward, hurricane force winds blasting foreward and blowing the sand away. He directed the winds into the golden dragon while tending to his current problem. Useing white magic, he had new scales grow up beneath the dulling ones, which he didnt trust not to kill him somehow, the dulled scales simply falling off...

by **TyrannoTitan** » Sat Aug 02, 2008 2:50 am

The sand collided with the golden dragon, falling to the ground harmlessly. Tyranastrasz shook his head, the sand disappearing into the ground, looking up at Stimeak. "Impressive...But that wasn't exactly the most complex spell..." he growled, flexing his enourmous neck. Tyranastrasz stared forward, waiting, seeing what the younger dragon would do next...

by **Doc 42** » Sat Aug 02, 2008 3:17 am

Stimeak smirked, a smile of pure satisfaction, like a child who had just managed to walk. He lit up a spell in one hand and then he threw up his other one, a bolt of lightning zipping foreward. But it wasn't any normal bolt. It steered around, making an impossible turn and then hammering right into the Golden Dragons nose. It crackled through the beasts scales, zipping this way and that, aiming for the dragons eyes and trying to find a way into its body. The lightning bolt was literally alive, a living thing with the only purpose of life being to serve Stimeaks will. Life magic was a powerful thing when one found uses for it. At this stage, even if his consintration broke, the lightning bolt was still an independand entity.

by **TyrannoTitan** » Sat Aug 02, 2008 3:36 am

Suddenly, the bolt of lightening zipped off into the white background, its target now completely gone. Another second pasted as Tyranastrasz stood in front of Stimeak, hammering a clawed hand into the side of his head, the scales on his nose and random places around his head were charred, unable to completely change the damage done, but was able to escape the situation easily. Wings flapping, Tyranastrasz rose into the air, hovering above Stimeak as he opened his maw, a jet of sand pouring out and onto the crossbreed in torrents, immediately aging whatever it touched.

by **Doc 42** » Sat Aug 02, 2008 4:02 am

Stimeak snarled in pain recovering and trying desperately to beat the sand away but to no avail. He beat his wings desperately, flying into a hover just above the ground, freeing his hands for use. He pulled them both close to his chest, gusts of wind blowing in and knocking the sand away. He directed the wind into the torrent of sand, the sand being deflected past him.....

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