Realms of the Dragons RPG

[Anaclagon]

Falling debris continued to fall down on the lair below as bombs pounded at the ground. the bombers unleashed bomb after bomb. John watched the bombs slam into the ground. "Come on...come on, get your *** out" John said lowly as he narrowed his eyes. The ground forces took defensive, safe and forified defenses. They were ready to attack as soon as the dragon re-appeared...

[Zephyr]

Hlal burst from the ground at the jets biting one and crushing the others in his claws. He knocked the lead jet with his tail sending it spinning out of control. He then dove down blasting crimson lightning at the human forces...

[Raptor Llama]

Ronald couldn't move with the loss of blood in his leg, and his leg being wounded. He took cover near the bones. He spoke into the intercom, "I can't move. My leg's wounded. I need a recovery team... or I'm done for." Ronald put his sword down and waited for the team to arrive...if it arrived.

[Anaclagon]

OOC: the jets are high in the clouds, only the bombers are the only things in the air that are close to the ground.

The soldiers opened fire as missle launchers and tanks, fired their cannon shells into the dragon. Blasting it with giant sized balls, as rapid machine guns pierced its skales, digging through its skin. With the bombers taken loses the Jets appeared. The Raptors took the lead as they came from behind firing their missiles into the back of the dragon, the regular missles were fired as the hanger doors opened up and moving at an afterburner speed, John led the raptors firing 2 missles each as the missles flew right into the back of their target engulfing the dragon in a fiery explosion.

The eagles appeared also in after burners firing their machine guns into the wings of the dragon as all the jets disappeared back in the clouds moving swiftly, a boom heard from the immense speed as they broke through the sound barrier.

"Direct hits" John said. "Hey, Commander good to see your still alive, a team is on their way but stay low, that dragon is not down yet" The young captain replied.

[Raptor Llama]

Ronald spoke into the intercom, "Ok, I'll stay in my position. I'll wait for the team." Now the commander had some more hope.

[Zephyr]

Hlal dove out of the smoke and flew off. He knew that the weapons these humans were utilizing would be the death of him. After getting a fair distance away from the attack site he dove into the ground and dissappeared, but this time he did not come back up.

[Raptor Llama]

Ronald voiced in the intercom, "D***! It escaped! Guess we'll get it next time." Ronald still held his sword, he planned to keep it. It meant something. It was important.

[Zephyr]

Tossing in a twist here...

Name: Razorback
Age: 500
Species: Spiked Felldrake
Length: 20ft
Height: 9ft
wingspan: none

Weapons: Bite, claws, tail, can whip tail sending spikes flying out; replacement spikes regrow to a launchable size in several minutes, spews a highly corrosive acid.

Description: Green with armor plating on its back with 4ft spikes running along the side of the plating. His hide is thick and its jaws are powerful. his species are agile and hunt in packs and live in vast, rapidly breeding colonies.

Personality: Razorback is the alpha-drake of his colony which stretches for miles beneath the Himalaya's. His colony had not been disturbed until the recent bombings, and now awoken he will lead them to spread like wildfire. Because of his status in the colony he must remain open-minded, but also strong and ruthless.


Razorback emerged from the tunnel entrance which lead deep into the mountains, and sniffed the air and snarled instantly recognizing the scent of a long forgotten enemy...humans. He roared as his hunting party emerged from the darkness to join him. Then in a swift leap they were all sprinting off to the distant horizon following the billowing clouds of smoke and scent of blood.

[Zihark]

Name: Pedro
Gender: male
Rank: Captain
Age: 31
Species: Homo Saipien
height: 5ft 11in
weopons: perfers any type of shotgun but also sometimes uses an smg and has multiple packs of C4 just in case.Also has a magnum for a sidearm.Last but not least, is a ace pilot for an F22.

apperance: short black hair, brown eyes, hispanic

personality: enjoies to sleep when bored, likes to litsen to his ipod, sleeps with his gun next to him.

Pedro loads his shotgun and comes out of a bunker ready to shoot down anything that threatens humanity.

[Zephyr]

Hlal emerged in an uderground cave safely out of harms way. He felt a strain on his body as he slowly buckled down and instinctively fell into a hibernation like state.


OOC: in other words i wont be using him for a little while

[Zihark]

"I really hope those dragons don't ever mess up my ride" Pedro was preparing his F22 making sure everything was in order planing to scout the Himalayas. Pedro then gets in the jet and prepares for liftoff.

[Anaclagon]

The rescue team arrived and rescued the wounded commander.

"Sir, we'll be escorting you back to base" One of them said.

John and his raptors headed home. "I'll see you back at base, things in the area have settled down" John said as the jets speeded towards the base...they landed, refueling and re-arming while reports were being handled.

[Raptor Llama]

Ronald was as good as new in a few hours. He got new weapons and a new tank. He still had that sword. He said to John over the intercom, "Let's scout to see if any Dragons are going toward our base." Ronald had a hunch something was coming...

[Anaclagon]

"Im must say your as ready as ever, normally im alot more bold and would propose an assualt on the nearest dragons but off course the way things are, its been different. I lost many good men....only wished we brought down those dragons sooner and my men could seen their dead bodies. I'm young but it does not mean im stupid when it comes to war" John replied. He looked out the door...the jets should bee ready for a scoutning mission, anything small would easily be dealt with...or at least it has been like that.

[Zephyr]

Night had fallen but that did not slow the hunt as Razorback charged across the tundra landscape, following the scent of smoke and fuel in the air. He roared to his hunting party as his vison started changing to a black and white allowing him to see where he was headed. He roared again to make sure his companions were following, which was confirmed by the snarling and barking they made in response. They continued into the darkness of dusk.

[Anaclagon]

"We'll Commander, I guess some scounting would not hurt at all. You head for your men, I"ll get my Squardon ready" John said as he walked towards his mens quarters. He had hundreds of elite pilots that flew all sorts of aircraft with great skill....the best flying the F-15 eagles but the best of the best, like John himself used the modified F-22A Raptors. A large portion of them used the Raptors, they were the some of the best pilots in the world. He often did not take many raptors with him, only because it was not needed. But even a small number such as 5, whoose firepower and supersonic speeds make them a very powerful threat, sometimes demonstrating that sometimes, they rule the skies.

[Raptor Llama]

"Roger that. I would only go for ones coming for this base." Ronald went in his new, massive sized tank and his other troops behind him. They only went about a mile from base, then set up a temperary camp and sonar detectors. Then Ronald said, "John, we got a group of about 25 foot long Dragons coming toward base(Z's). Should'nt not problem." Ronald commands to his troops, "Get ready to fire at my command!"

(Umm... just don't attack until Z gets back, you could respond just don't attack, I got a plot coming, btw...)

[Anaclagon]

"Roger, we'll stay high in the clouds...with night falling on the land. The Raptors and the Eagles are basically invsible in the night dark clouds along with our super sonic speeds...things should be in our favor" John replied as his Raptors and the Eagles behind him prepared.

"Raptors, eagles, you are ready" The centeral command replied. "Roger, were going now..." John replied as the 2 Raptors plus him ran down the highway, along with 7 eagles following. Both fighters were Air Dominance fighters...the best of the best. Each pilot heading into battle was loooking for that easy victory...the Jets entered the dark clouds while at base...going at a very fast- Cruise Speed...they headed towards their ground troops, silently and swiftly preparing to attack...

[Zephyr]

Razorback could see lights in the distance and he stopped in his tracks growling and barking commands to his huntig group. Several broke apart from the rest of the group and disappeared into the darkness. Razorback and the remaining felldrakes started making their way to the human camp at a brisk-jog. Suddenly he stopped and crouched to the ground and the others did the same. He had a clear view of the human camp and he roared to the sky and waited. Seconds later follow up roars came from the far flanks of the camp. Razorback roared a command making the entire hunting party, including those that broke away, start roaring in random intervals and sequences to confuse and possibly frighten the those in the human encampment.

[Anaclagon]

John and the 10 Jet Fighters stay high in the skies, undetetced. They closed in...several dragons were on the surface aproaching the base. "Shall we?" asked one.

John grinned. "alright, follow my lead..."The jets rolled as they activated their afterburners...the jets speed increasing as they broke through the dark clouds.

"Alpha One Fox 2!" John said through the radio as the hanger bays under their F-22 Raptors opened up. The 6 missles came from the raptors, 2 from each as they fired one missle at one dragon as the F-15 eagles fired their missles at various targets as the jets fired their missles as they speed right past them as they began to head back into the clouds...giving the ground forces their shot.