The Fantasy RPG

[TyrannoTitan]

Now you see the power you have unleashed upon the world... the voice of Tyrannastraz echoed around the area, which seemed to melt away around them, leaving both Stimeak and the dying Tyrannastraz in nothingness, only white around them. I wish the mortal world luck...for many will die before there is any time for peace... the voice growled once more, before the area melted away once again, both now on the platform, Tyrannastraz's body lying still as stone, eyes closed, looking peaceful...

[Doc 42]

Stimeak, looked around the sullen chamber, exhausted, pained yet he felt intense satisfaction... he had done it..... He looked down at the finally dead tyrannastraz and spat "Peace only exists in the brains of dis-ilusioned fools as yourself, mighty Tyrannastraz" He slammed his clawed hand down on the golden dragons head, pulling it up, determined to get the last peice of the rune...

[TyrannoTitan]

The dragon's mouth fell open, a shining piece shimmering on the top of his mouth, the dragon still showing a sign of peaceful death...

[Doc 42]

Stimeak roughly took hold of the slap, lifting it out of the dead dragons mouth and examining it in the light... He flicked it with one claw, the peice spinning in the air before he caught it in his other hand, opening his left hand out and placing the peice next to the others. before he could even try seal it in place with ice, the rune suddenly burned red hot, the ice and scales binding it melting. He let out a gasp of pain, rearing up on his back legs, clutching his wrist desperately. The cracks on the rune shined brightly, suddenly sealing together a black jagged line showing where the rune had initially been split. A sudden as it had started, the pain ceased. Stimeak fell back down onto all fours. Mana was surging through him, giving him a euphoric sense of delight. The dragon beat his wings, rising off the ground and flying into the air, observing the central platform, chuckleing, the rumbleing sound echoing through the cavern. He examined the rune, an expression of delight on his dragonian features. It had been welded to his palm, fitting perfectly into it, the strange glyphs burning brightly....

[TyrannoTitan]

Suddenly, the entire tomb began shaking, as if an earthquake was tearing the place apart. Chunks of the walls were falling off, the usually elegant tomb now becoming nothing more then a cave. At the center of the tomb, where the largest gem covered floor art was, was now radiating magical energy, chunks of the platforms starting to fall apart at a very fast rate. "I AM FREE!!" a sinister voice roared, the sound able to frighten even the strongest willed warrior. Suddenly, the gem covered floor glowed brightly, a pattern glowing above the gems, unlocking the magical bond that had imprisoned the creature. With another blinding flash of light, the seal was broken, the dragon released. The massive Kerafrym, almost the size of Chronos, the oldest dragon in existence, stood before Stimeak.

His body was massive and bulky, but well proportioned, looking like he could run after the fastest animal with ease. On its back were massive jagged plates, lining from the start of his neck to the end of his tail, which ended in a massive axe shape, which swung around threateningly. On his face, his mismatched eyes shone like fire, one red, and one blue. Two horns, like that of a bull, jutted up from either side of his head, ending in points as sharp as blades. Its wings were absolutely massive, the largest part of its body, molten red spikes sticking out of each joint in the wings. The color, however, was the most stunning, being not red or blue, but BOTH. At the same time. Some parts, like his back, were a bright red, while others, like his tail, were blue. His face, however, was divided randomly between red and blue, the two colors melting into one another. Eyes staring down at the dragon before him, Kerafrym opened his mouth, baring a mouth full of fangs, his teeth radiating heat, giving it a red aura...

[Doc 42]

Stimeak stopped laughing, taking in the massive dragons size, swallowing hard. He continued to hover in the air, jaw slightly agape. he pointed down the way he had originally come and diped his head, growling "The exit is that way..." Gamal poping into existence above the original platform, hammering the red crystal off the ground, the portal opening up once more....

[TyrannoTitan]

"Much appreciated..." Kerafrym growled, his voice echoing unnaturally. Thundering off toward the portal, Kerafrym payed the dragon no mind. Nearing the portal, the half of the platform near the other dragon simply exploded, sending heat and massive chunks of rock at the dragon. By the time this had happened, Kerafrym had disappeared into the portal, finally able to see the outside once more...

[Doc 42]

Stimeak quickly judged the where the smallest rocks were and twisted along into their path, using his new found energy to bring up a gust of wind infront of him, folding his wings in at the last moment. Only one of the rocks hit home, clapping off his knee painfully. He glided throughout the cavern, doing a few circles of it for now, not wanting to show up outside nearby Kerafrym..

Gamal hissed into his mind, the gargoyle like dragon hopping out of nowhere and appearing onto his shoulder "Well well well... That was some nice going there, boss.... We got the rune!" Stimeak replied happily "How many? 4 guardians, all TOAST!" Gamal laughed hissing "I thought goldylocks had you there..." Stimeak grunted "Ha! Didn't even break a sweat.... So what does this thing actually do?"

Gamal leapt off his perch, gliding around in a loop before landing precariously onto Stimeaks forearm, the dragon lifting out his arm to insepct the rune. Gamal traced a clawed hand around the rune hissing "The Rune of kerafrym has the ability to imprision souls... the lettering here on the front appear to be instructions or something... but I can only understand the first line..." Stimeak squinted at it... Sure enough, he could read the first line but none of the others... which was strange, as he had never seen those runes before and wasn't exactly good at reading

He mused aloud "It doesn't make any sense...." Gamal explained "thats because its an incantation... words of power my freind.... Lets head back to the cave of the ancients. We should be able to learn more about it there..." Stimeak nodded and twisted around, glideing towards the portal, finally rid of this horrible tomb....

[The Kingpin]

Felstranus landed with a heavy thump on the ground before the Emperors, giving each of them a bow before eying Septimus, the White Emperor surprised his Nephew was with the Red Emperor, instead of back home with the other White Dragons. the Emperor noted the Black and Gold armoured plating on Inferno's chest and various joints, a curve-tipped V like plate on his head, curving around the Crown, a single point of black and gold coloured armour reaching out of the center of the dip in the curve, to stop just short of the silver spike on which the Silver-coloured ornamental Cobra stood, the Red Alariel wrapped within it's coils. "I take it You've moved in with Inferno, Septimus?" hissed the White Emperor, hidden hatred vaguely detectable in his voice. "Indeed. It appears things weren't all that comfortable back at his own home, so I've taken him under my wing until his time comes" snarled Inferno with a faintly defensive tone as Septimus stepped back to Inferno's side, remaining silent. he knew all too well the story of his father's family, and the murderer. "It's time to finish these plans and get to the actual fighting. The Plains south of the Industrialist border has been targeted as a soft point in the Industrialists' defenses. Our Armies are ready to march. I have already worked on weakening the Wall on their border. roots have been sent up through the wall, meaning it wouldn't take much of an impact before collapsing" said Rutus, his trademark bad mood present as always. "My Subordinates have coaxed the Governors of the nearby towns to move the troops north. they managed to 'convince' them that the Demon Threat was much greater than ours. We shouldn't have too much trouble with our initial push" said Morian. not far from there, the armies of the Emperors stood in wait, ready for their Leaders' commands, a red messenger Dragon wearing the Seal of Draconus, a swirling, glowing white pattern pattern in the shape of a Dragon head with 8 horns, on a black armoured plate it's chest, hovering over the Red Flight's army, awaiting Inferno's command to inform the Dwarves and Elves to march...

[TyrannoTitan]

Chronos landed soon after, eyeing each of the Emperors carefully, but said nothing. Balmeer was already there, only listening to what the others had to say as well. Chronos, though staring at the emperors, was looking through them, as if examining something that was right in front of him, though his expression was that of concern and annoyance, his ever watching eye now unable to determine what was to come...

[Doc 42]

Drionach spoke up, his eyes gleaming with anticipation "The Super Cells are ready. However, for maximum poitential, we intend to wait untill the Industrialist army meets us in the fields to unleash the main storm. Any evidence of the cell's existence has been hidden from view...." He nodded at Morian as he said the last part and then added "Further than that, the Harpies have agreed to support us in return for a prisioner to be returned to them. Their witches should be usefull in protecting our allies from the air while we consintrate on more important matters...."

[The Kingpin]

Inferno nodded. "Excellent. So i take it we're prepared to move forward?" he growled, his fiery fin blazing with anticipation for the battle...

[TyrannoTitan]

Chronos's vision focused on Inferno, nodding to the red emperor, still busy, despite seemingly doing nothing. Balmeer nodded as well, his massive tail wrapping around his legs, the gesture showing his impatience.

[Doc 42]

Drionach beat his wings, rising onto his back legs. He growled loudly "Agreed, now is the time..." a wind wiped through the meeting ground, Drionach's eyes gleaming icy white... A soft whistleing sound coming from the spikes around the platform as the wind passed through the many strange holes through them. noise raising in volume, becoming a deep rumble as Drionach took flight into the air...

[The Kingpin]

Inferno beat his wings hard, shooting up into the sky, Septimus following close behind, watching as Inferno raised his hand into the air, a fireball shooting out from the tip of his now white hot index finger's claw, the fireball getting bigger as it got higher, spreading outwards, the white ball of flames gaining a red core. immediately, the Messenger Dragon flew off towards the Dwarves and Elves, flying at outstanding speed to inform them, just as the Red Flight's forces leapt into the air themselves, Inferno leading them forward as Morian, Rutus and Felstranus joined him, their forces following likewise towards the battlefield...

[Doc 42]

the rumbleing horn continued to beat out its roar, the roars of hundreads of dragons mingling in with it as levithans of all colours suddenly rose up from the mountains, the silver dragons takeing flgiht in answer to the call, the warriors of the other flights lifting out of their roosts. Drionach beat into the air, his royal guard glideing over to his side, the army finally on the move....

[TyrannoTitan]

Chronos lifted into the air effortlessly, joined by members of his flight, specifically Soridormi, who fought with her kin regularly, and was highly capable of handling herself in a battle. Balmeer followed after, his flight following behind him. Flanking him where four glittering behemoths, large water dragons using the ice as armor, heavily trained in the use of ice, thus making the ice light weight for the travel. They were his royal guards, escorting him into battle...

[The Kingpin]

Inferno flew forward, his Guards, flame-engulfed elder Red Dragons, flew forward after him, the Empress following close behind, slowing down as she arrived at her mate's side, flying to Inferno's left as Septimus flew to his right, the 10-Dragon-strong Imperial Guard surrounding them as the Red Emperor flew onward, the entire army following close behind. above them, Morian flew forward with impressive speed, 3 large, long necked, white-maned purple Dragons surrounding her, the Dragons having long, wide, flat snouts, with pointed points coming up over the nostrils, the rich white manes coming up on their chins and over their jaws. massive 5 fingered wings beat powerfully, keeping the Dragons airborne easily, each Dragon carrying 2 sets, one major and another minor set behind it. they were the best of a family of Purple Dragons who practically bred themselves to perfection, their purpose being to defend their Emperors in times even they couldn't defend themselves. to the left of that flew Rutus, his antler-like horns glinting in the light, 15 other Dragons flying around him, all of them covered in scales that seemed to be made of rock, the largest of them having a pair of large tusks emerging from both his upper and lower jaws, interlocking near the front, the Dragon's yellow eyes having a menacing look in them. behind them, the White Emperor flew upwards, practically gliding forward, 2 Dragons following on either side of him, both of them large and muscular, their manes glowing richly with life energy and the electrical current powered by that. not far behind, an untold number of Red, Green, Purple and White Dragons followed, their numbers so great they blotted out the sun from the land below as they passed over...

[Doc 42]

Drionach glanced to his side, seeing Shimmer wing glideing along, face determined, to his other side, a dragon he hadn't known as long, but nevertheless, trusted. It was a strange feeling. When he was young, he had always imagined himself flying into huge wars as emperor, with shimmerwing one on side and Stimeak on the other.... That was how he had always seen his accension. He was certain that when he became emperor, Stimeak would be there at his side the whole time. It was almost funny how things turned out... Then again, no one factors political risks into their fantasys of the future....

Meanwhile, Stimeak was powering his way across the skies of fog Ridge. He didn't like this place, but ignored it for now, keeping his mind off the morbid atmosphere by chatting to Gamal. Fog Ridge was technically Industrialist territory, but they had stopped coming here after they had torn out every last grain of coal. they would be back for the forests, sure, but for now, Fog ridge was deathly silent... Ages back, when it was just the council of storms ruleing the Silver flight, this ridge had been populated with both green and Silver dragons. All had been either killed or fled when the industrialists arrived. There wasn't even any skeletons to mark the battle, the Industrialist had taken the bones away, finding commercial use for anything...

[TyrannoTitan]

Elsewhere, a small town was going on with regular business, unaware that it was the first of many to fall. The town itself was not of any importance, but that did not matter to the creature attacking it, only that it contained things to kill. Perched on a large cliff overlooking the town, Kerafrym's mismatched eyes scanned the city, his reptilian gaze casting a feeling of uneasiness over to the town's population. Raising a clawed hand, the crossbreed behemoth continued to stare at the town, concentrating on something. Suddenly, the town's people stopped, hearing a faint rumbling from the ground, not sure what to expect. Some immediately thought it was an earthquake, running into their homes and to what they thought was safety.

Kerafrym clenched his fist. A house was obliterated as a jet of flames exploded out of the ground, reaching high into the air. Other similar jets of flames appeared, obliterating homes, sending flaming debris everywhere, catching more homes on fire. By now, the people were scrambling around, trying to escape a firey death, screaming in horror as more explosions sounded, knowing that meant more jets of fire. Suddenly, the town's center exploded, a jet of flames three times the size of the others engulfing the town center, sending flaming debris all acrose the city. None inside were spared, only the wall of flames visible, the town center completely gone. More flaming jets appeared from the ground, the entire city ablaze, the firey jets dotting everyone, preventing any escape to the outside.

Kerafrym smirked, axe like tail lashing behind him, slicing through a nearby tree like a knife through butter. Turning, the dragon flew off, the sound of the village burning coupled with the screams of its inhabitants slowly fading away behind him...