Realms of the Dragons RPG

[Anaclagon]

John grinned as he shook the general's hand. "Thanks General...I assure you, as long as me and my pilots are here, we intend on doing the best we can to help. But now thats settled...what of commander Jacob, is he back in London yet?" John replied.

David watched the situation...John always was caring and looking out for the other pilots and soldiers,like an older brother instead of some pushy officer. Still it was better this way but you could have asked any pilot and they would heavily prefer it this way. Some of the engineers were disliked only because they made them doo so much work on practice and the fighters themselves.

[Doc 42]

The general nodded and said "I'm afraid not... He probably wont be back for a day or two... They've got civilians with them and aren't willing to engage the dragon again so they are takeing the long route home... this was a dark day.... so many dead.... such pointless loss of life... The director of the DDASF wants to bestow a medal of courage to every individual who took part in the defence of Manchester, that means you and your pilots aswell... I'll send word to you about it later.... The entire city is in mourning and sadness at the moment...."

[Zephyr]

Name: Cloud Strife
Age: 25
Species: Human
Weapons: Five different swords that can be put together into one huge one
Appearence: Large blonde spiked hair, black outfit, a lion head earing, thick black gloves
Personality: quite but an aggresive fighter, he is also passionate and typically calm

Nothing was left but static on the motorcycle's comlink. From here he could see the smoke in the distance. Cloud revved up his motorcycle and began racing over through the hills to the base...

[Anaclagon]

"Must be real hard living here...all of these attacks...many people dying everyday.." John replied, the way he truely thought about it almost made him just shut up, he barely found the words to say what he needed to.

[Doc 42]

Drexler said "No one dies in London... its safe... then again... thats what we thought about Manchester.... these damned blood thirsty monsters...." The general hung his head, shakeing it....

[Anaclagon]

"Well still...as secure as London is...all of the people outside of it, thats if if there is any others...but like I said earlier, as long as we are here...me and the other pilots will do what we can" John replied, his voice starting to brim with confidence more more.

[Doc 42]

The general chuckled slightly and said "mark my words leutienant... someday we are going to kick those ******** right out of Britian... Then were going to get Ireland back on its feet and start heading into europe... takeing our rightful land back... You did a good job today pilot..." With that, the general nodded and turned around, walking away with his hands behind his back

[Anaclagon]

John grinned, at least they were others who did believe they still had a chance. Considering their conversation done, John headed for the hanger but before he went, he looked at the general.

"Thanks General and yea...thanks for the medals too!" John replied as he began to jog towards the hanger, David shurgged as he followed. The american pilots while they jogged...the dark thoughts, the ones they could not be thinking about, the ones about the fact that they lost many pilots today still hung there, even the newly promoted captain Kevin.

[The Kingpin]

Inferno ate the last challenging Dragon whelp, ripping it's struggling body in half before downing one half of it as he flew over the scene of absolute destruction below, dropping the other half into the massive pool of lava that had once been Manchester...

[Doc 42]

The command vehicle burst through the makeshift barricade, sending burnt out cars flying in all directions. One of the jeeps rammed over the remains, machinegun fire blasting into the air at the wyverns pursueing them. Jacobs men were passing through an old wrecked town, no survivors by the looks of it. The wyvern span to the side, avoiding an arc of yellow tracers. men were hanging out the gun ports in the command vehicle, fireing at the dragon with rifles and auto shotguns. The transport was ahead of the group by nearly a mile, the hunters having stayed behind to cover their escape. The command vehicles engine roared as all of its 8 wheels turned, the massive machine drifting around the corner and crushing through another barricade of burnt outcars. The Wyvern cut the corner, blowing a jet of flame over the machine before arcing away to the side. The men quickly closed the gunports, none of the flames reaching into the interior of the command vehicle. As it pulled around for another pass, a soilder tore open his gun port, fixing a heavy machine gun to its notch. The gun started jumping rapidly as it spat out bullets after the dragon, the soilder following it as best he could with the sights... a jet of blood from the wyverns neck told him that he got a critical hit, the dragon rolling to the side and shreiking in pain as bits of its armour were blown off by the torrent of bullets. It droped out of the sky, crashing into a house and collapseing through the roof. The soilders cheered as the convoy continued, the command vehicle tearing through the last barricade and the two remaining jeeps pulling up along side it. They were still fireing at a dragon beyond, keeping out of range but still following them. Being warded off by the threat of the machine guns...

[Anaclagon]

John looked at the CFA-44 in the hanger as he looked at the other aircraft, being rearmed and worked on, repairing any damage that had occured on it. The engineers worked fast and quickly and they been working heavily.

The LT Commander walked around...shaking hands and recieving his praise for his actions in his last mission. New weapons were being modified and only the most effective were being used. As most were concerned, they needed to increase payload without slowing them down. The CFA-44 was leading the American Fighters, surpassing all of the original F-22 Limits. They still were looking for powerful yet lightweight missles. The ADMM proved effective so were the others but the F-22's were the ones that were beeing worked on at the moment.

Soon the F-15's were going to be retired and such, still they had few of them left, nearly all F-16's were gone as well. F-15 were still powerful and fast but the F-22 was better in almost every case. Still it was typical to upgrade, modify and repair any jets that needed work. A new mission could be popping up any time soon.

[Raptor Llama]

Name: Ryko
Age: 5,000 years
Species: dwarf western/eastern dragon
Length: 2 ft.
Height: 1 1/2 ft.
wingspan: 1 ft.
Weapons: fire breath
Appearance: okay, so you have an eastern dragon, now make it black, give it western dragon wings, then small little legs.
Personality: Likes to make alliances with other dragons so they can join Nathaneil, not really much else except aggressive toward people.

Nathaniel came out. He smiled, then Ryko came to him. He said, "I'd say there's some dragons up west from here." Natheniel said, "very good. We will head in that direction and maybe we can reach an alliance." Ryko perched on Nathaniel's head and breathed a puff of fire.

[Doc 42]

OOC: Humans cant use telepathy Rl.... (assumeing thats what you ment as telekinesis is the abilty to move things with your mind)

Juliane was in the infirmary with bandages over her eyes. According to the doctor, her eyesight would be fine. She wasn't sure about it though...

[Raptor Llama]

(no, telekenisis meaning communicating via brain.)

Ronald looked for survivors. He found wounded and untouched people and led them to the main lobby. Corpses littered the area. Once he got there, he said, "This place is now unsafe. We must go to great Britian as soon as we can." A troop said, "Well, a jet is being kept in the hanger. We can use that. Ronald said, "Fine, we'll leave at 13:00. Now, return to whatever you were doing, unless you're wounded, in which follow me."

[Anaclagon]

John along with all the Americans there watched as General Flemming arrived with a mass ammount of reinforcements, bringing them a large ammount of troops along with engineers and pilots with their birds. They came from the USS Carrier and the other ships John contacted before his last mission. The head engineer began to ran over and greet along with those that considered themselves the important ones due to their modifications. John assumed he would meet him later. F-18's, F-15's and F-22's arrived.

"well...those guys you contaced with huh? I guess we now got more men and some ground forces" David replied as he walked up next to the LT Commander.

"Hmph, they come with good reason, because of Flemming were operating on their terms. We came to help, they are reinforcing us...remember, they are in charge of us now.." John replied as he headed back deeper in the hanger..

[Doc 42]

(no.... Telekenesis is moving objects with your mind... "Tele" meaning something like "far" in latin and "kenesis" meaning movement (ie: kenetic energy) you put it together, far movement. The ability to move things from a distance with your mind)
OOC:@Anaclagon: you mean that your dudes follow british orders or the carriers orders?


The convoy caught up to the Transport again, driveing along side it. Night was begining to fall and they couldn't turn on their head lights at the moment. Most larger dragons hunted at night time to make use of their thermal vision...

[Anaclagon]

OOC: the guys from the carrier, remember we did the whole thing how i forgot what happened it was a few pages back

John decided it was his turn...its been a while since they had seen an american who just was from america. The General looked around, he already had a good view of London through pictures and this was one of the last and most heavily defended places in the world. His mission was to keep it like that and hope his reinforcements help turn the tide.

"General...LT Commander John Roland of the 1st Alpha Raptor Wing. It's a pleasure to meet you" John replied, reaching his hand out.

The General smiled and took his hand." General Flemming, its an honor to meet you as well. you see you and your pilots are being celebrated as heroes back in America. The tide back there is slowly turning the tide. I must say your reputation as airforce pilots is well known. Well im personally ready to see you and your men in action. We have pilots from the 118th Mobius Squadron as back up as well" The general replied as John nodded...it was quite entertaining to see fellow countrymen.

[Raptor Llama]

Ronald shouted, "time to go." He lead his troops into the cargo plane. As the poilot went into the cockpit he sat down and went on the intercom. "This is american base to british base. We are flying s plane toward your base. The base has been raided so were leaving the country. Over."

[Doc 42]

OOC: oh ya your right. And Im going to leave RL's dudes in your care, seeing as they are americans. Either blow them out of the sky or land them on the carrier, if they go towards London you can expect a missile up Ronalds a**
edit: realised it was a cargo plane, either have a crazily huge carrier or direct them towards some other city. London doesnt like random visators


An austrailian man, working at an old GDEA british base stationed in Sydney picked up the receiver and said "'ello there. This is the british Base ov'r 'ere in sydney. What can I do you for mates?"
Meanwhile the DDASF were on high alert, tanks and hunter teams leaving London and other cities every minute as the deployed over the newly created Darkzones, hopeing to keep them under human control. If they could keep dragons out for a few days setting up towers for communication and satelite receivers would be simple. Thanks to the new chemicals in the atmosphere Satelites could rarely penetrate to the earths surface with out aid from the ground...

[Anaclagon]

OOC: Roger that

"Yo John you here? More americans, heading towards London" David replied as John was busy working on his CFA-44.

"More..? I thought Flemming already had his group all together" John replied as he looked towards David, putting his work on his fighter to a halt.

"Well think of it this way...Our Atlantic Navy is trying to maintain dominance so we can transport U.S troopers wherever they are needed and such. The USS Constellation is going to pick them up. Our Super Carrier is well...moving I guess. But we stiill have several carriers around it with a large escort of destroyers and battleships" David continued on.

"Hmm...well anyways were going to have a meeting...meet the Mobious guys. I heard they are real good, Raptor Pilots themselves" John replied as he begun work again..