The Fantasy RPG

[The Kingpin]

Inferno chuckled. "It's not the dying itself im worried about. it's the side effects. even with magic, some things can't be recovered after a person who was dead is revived. short term memory, for example. and the less thought of parts of his long term memory. we don't want him thinking im his father and Fieras his mother now, do we?!" he growled with a laugh...

[TyrannoTitan]

Neltharion looked at Stimeak, not really sure if he should try to do as he said, not wanting to kill the elf accidently. He sighed, turning to the elf, lifting his clawed hand over his shoulder. His hand began to glow, holding it there for a short time before backing away. He should be fine now... Neltharion growled, hoping he didn't damage anything else.

[Doc 42]

Stimeak examined the elf again and growled "Yep, all fine, no trace of the infection, good work Neltharion" He turned to Inferno and hissed "Your freind should be in good health now, though he might traumatised, if you feel the need, find someone who knows a good deal of mental magic and have them try help him out."

[The Kingpin]

Inferno nodded. "If he needs anymore Mental Magic than he's being given now, i'd be really surprised. this Chamber is still under the effect of some magic placed on it to protect me mentally and help me recover after i was attacked last night. add to that some of the magic i have contributed to it. I don't think he'll need anymore" he growled, now more comfortable that the Elf wasn't in danger of being killed anymore...

[HorseGal]

Damarian was in a daze. His eyes opened slowly and it looked like he was seeing double. He blinked and tried to sit up in the bed, but he only groaned. "Ugh...there is double," he mumbled as he slumped back down in the bed. "Where am I?"

[The Kingpin]

Inferno looked at Damarian and grinned. "Safe, Damarian" he growled, before looking over to the small cool spring in the corner of the chamber, which he had asked Rutus to help him with. it was handy to have things like that so close by. putting a claw to the ground and melting the rock, he drew it out and mentally asked Slytherius to shape it into the form of a cup. in moments, it was done, and Inferno drew back the heat, solidifying it. he then dunked it into the pool with two claws, picking it up and growling "Drink. I think that after so much time of not even drinking a drop of liquid, you're probably thirsty". he then hnaded the cup to Damarian. it would probably take both hands to wrap around the thing, but to him, it was barely big enough for him to hold...

[HorseGal]

Damarian looked at the cup and wrapped his hands around it. He took a slow, long drink from the cup before closing his eyes in satisfication and relaxing once again in the bed. "Thank you, Inferno." He closed his eyes, trying to recall that happened, but all that greeted him was his head pounding. He cringed and sighed.

[The Kingpin]

Inferno growled "You're Welcome. now, i suggest you lay down, rest, and let yourself recover completely. Physically you've been brought back to your former strength, thanks to my friends Stimeak and Neltharion, who you see next to me right now. still, you'll probably be feeling a bit stiff for a little while". Inferno waved a hand and the gems within the chamber began to glow with energy, a bit of heat radiating from them to keep the Elf warm...

[Doc 42]

Stimeak growled in discomfort at the riseing tempature. His eyes started growing and the rock below him began to freeze over untill a ring of ice had spread out from underneath him. He snorted "Much better, do you need us to help anyone else or is that all?"

[The Kingpin]

Inferno chuckled. "No, Stimeak, he was the only one. But, might i make a request? During the times when i'm free i may stop by the Frozen Spire. would you mind giving me a few lessons in Life Magic? being in the position you are, you'd most likely be more capable with it than most other sources of knowledge, and i, as you could probably guess, have need of it frequently" growled the Red Emperor while scratching a trail of fire into the rock with one claw...

[HorseGal]

Damarian sighed and did as the dragon asked of him. He was trying to go over in his mind what had happened, but for now it was fuzzy. Maybe I will remember when I wake up again, he thought and drifted off to sleep.

[Doc 42]

Stimeak thought for a while and then nodded growling "Of course... You can join in Neltharions lessons if you want." He made a grunt of laughter at the thought of the massive inferno sitting along side Neltharion as he instructed them. He added "But please, dont let too many know where you are going. Last thing I want is a demon coming after me.."

[The Kingpin]

Inferno chuckled. "Nobody outside this room knows. and it's safe from mental attack thanks to a few spells Empress Morian placed on it, so there's little chance it's getting outside of this chamber. Fieras, well, she's my mate, my Empress. i doubt she'd tell anyone. Neltharion and you of course, know and will be seeing me from time to time. Damarian is snoring his little elven head off and doesn't know a thing. think we're more or less clear of risks. and if a demon even thinks of turning up, it'll be freezing cold and empty of any form of heat in seconds" growled the Emperor with a grin. Stimeak having the ability to twist the weather to his will, and he himself having the ability to drain the heat out of anything imaginable, they'd the a demon's worst nightmare...


100 years later, things were looking grim. the war had raged on fiercely for 100 years, and the Demons had been expanding, taking all the weak races that they could. Inferno's plan had been abandoned early on, because of the raids being too damaging to be held back. Inferno had suggested splitting the forces, using half to destroy the industrialists and use the other half to defend the borders, but the plan was scrapped in favour of Balmeer's Defence before Offence strategy, since he had spoken of how powerful the Demons were, intimidating the others into making a decision. Chronos had once again taken his rightful place as the Golden Emperor, the framing of him having been the doing of his second in command, Nozdormu, whose power hungry ambitions ultimately led to his discovery, and death at the claws of the young, but mighty Emperor Inferno, whose close friend Stimeak had played an essential part in finally defeating the now mighty Golden Imperial...

[Doc 42]

Stimeak was inside his cave on top of the frozen spire, holding an elaborate amulet in his clawed hands, turning it over every now and again. He had spent along time making it. An even longer time collecting the gems that made it up. Hardest one being the bright green one in the center, the shape of a dragon etched into its surface. The whole thing was kept together by unmeltable ice. Around the green gem was a mixture of dark red and blue gems forming a ring. Lightning bolts were etched onto each of these, aiming towards the center. Gold was carved into the shape of a wing, connecting the amulet to a silver chain. Living as he did, there wasn't much he could give Neltharion besides knowledge. He hoped he could give the black dragon at least this. Drionach and himself had received a fortune of jewlery when he still lived with his father. He felt it was only fair if he had something he could give Neltharion. Anything the black dragon possessed at the moment was a throphy from one of their raids. He laid the amulet down and froze it inplace, covering the entire object with ice. He yawned and padded out of the cave, sitting down on the snowy ridge and laying his head down on one of his claws

[HorseGal]

Orion was miserable, that was clear. His head was set low and his ears that were once perked were laying back. The look in his eyes was one of suffering and defeat. He had to admit that he had lost and they had won. He was now a steed for the Industrialists, and he hated every moment of it. He hated the harsh words and the whippings he would get if he misbehaved. Thilthy industrialists, he thought as one of them passed his stall with a cackle escaping from his mouth. Orion could do nothing, but glare and snort at the man, who only cackled some more and continued on his walk. The unicorn stallion only rolled his eyes and turned in his stall so that he wasn't facing the doorway. He didn't want to see their faces anymore.

[TyrannoTitan]

Neltharion looked out over the mountains, now an adult, baring a few signs of experiance; scars he had recieved from fighting various creatures. He grunted, turning his attention to a lone elk down in the forest. Suddenly, the elk stumbled, eventually falling over, dead. Neltharion snarled in satifaction, his powers in Death magic almost perfect, having years of training. Other types of magic, however, weren't unknown to him; Stimeak had taught him basic and slightly advanced forms of each type of magic, unable to learn the most experianced spells being a black dragon, but had mastered the basics. Neltharion continued to scan the mountains, waiting for something to happen...

[The Kingpin]

"Foolish Demons" snarled Inferno in an annoyed tone as he drained the life out of the last of the Demon Commanders that had been captured. he had left most of the troops alive, but he had completely destroyed the leaders. their cold, stony bodies lay in a pile on the edge of the Demonic camp, now in ruins from the attack Inferno had made on them personally. they had entered the Realm under cover of darkness, and had been planning a surprise attack on an Elven Camp that Inferno had set up a few years prior. they hadn't counted on an angered Emperor discovering them. now, all that was left was a pile of Demonic leaders' bodies, Balrogs that were colder than ice, the heat completely drained from them, and a load of Demonic weaponry that had been drained of all energy, to be sent to the Dwarves to try and turn it into a more handy weapon for them to use against the Demons. Inferno grabbed one of the surviving Demon imps by the neck, and lifted it to his face. he snarled "Tell Beliar that if i even see ONE Imp anywhere near me or my allies again, i will personally make sure that he is left as nothing but a cold, dead, powerless corpse!". the Demon shuddered in fear as he felt his life force get drained for a few moments, reminding him that he was nothing but a mere ant to the Emperor. finally, the Dragon dropped the Imp, leaving it to plummet about 30 feet to the ground, before scrambling to it's feet and running as fast as it's legs could carry it. a series of screeches marked the deaths of the other survivors as inferno hit them with a Hell's Death spell, crushing and draining the fiery energy that formed their very souls, killing them. after what their kind had done, Inferno had lost all sympathy for their kind...

[dinoman666]

From an extreme distance, Valroz watched the Imp scurry in his direction, a look of cruel amusement on his face. Finally, Beliar would have the perfect reason to destroy the Red Dragons and their leader. He turned and flew off, his form blending into the stormy sky of the Wastelands...

[HorseGal]

The door to his stall was opened and footsteps were heard as a tall man with brushes in hand went over to Orion. The unicorn only turned his head around to look at the man and snorted. This man was one of the grooms of the stable. He was responsible for the caring of the best steeds. He only scoffed at Orion's gloomy appearence and started to brush him without a word. He had a whip in hand, just in case the black unicorn stallion tried anything, but he didn't bother to do anything. All he did was stand quietly, waiting for him to be done.

[C S]

Hydras shuffled through the dense forest, hissing roars disturbed the life of the sprites that lived in the trees and under the rocks. The blue miniature fairies took flight, what seemed like blue sparks littered the dark soil. It a burst of movement, the heads of the massive Hydra sprang foward and recoiled, snatching the panicing sprites who made squeaky screams. They tried to evade the teeth of the ravenous creature, which seemed to never be content with it's prey, always searching for more. Hydras moved on, the heads high and low looking for their next victim