The Fantasy RPG

[Doc 42]

The white emperor... Lord of life... stood still upon his mountain home. The home of his brother Vitae before his welcome death.... Asscati opened his eyes, looking over at his Mate. Their child was asleep some distance away. the wise dragon hissed "I sense a presence nearing.... A dangerous one..." His mate smiled reassureingly, but just as she begun to speak, the very moon above them was suddenly blocked out, dark clouds flooding over it and off into the distance, the sound of rain and thunder crackleing above them. The weather takeing a complete un-expected turn within barely 10 seconds. He looked up fearfully, remembering the day Vitae died. Two powerful lamp like eyes flashed through the dark clouds, yellow, turning to blue as the wind began to roar all around, the trees Asscati had given life to swaying, their leaves being torn off. He beat his wings, attempting to take flight and he roared powerfully "Who dares approach my realem!!!" his commanding voice makeing even his mate shrink back... In an instant, the white dragon was blown back slamming into the rock, blueish silver dragon pinning him to it, its face stareing right into his eyes. Stimeak hissed coldly "Death itself"

Asscati quickly acted, kicking the dragon back off of him just as it raised its clawed hand. He lunged a hand foreward, attempting to take control of his foes life force. Stimeak countered the magic with his own, spinning as he flung a fireball into the dragons head, knocking it to the side. Stimeak rose into the air roaring "Use real fighting skill will you... Trickery will get you no where here...." Asscati roared in anger, flying into the air to tackle the dragon up there, he thrust both fists foreward, dual beams of flame bursting from his palms towards his would be assassin. Stimeak beat his wings, riseing above the beams. He closed one of his hands and opened it again quickly, a ball of lightning zipping out towards Asscati. The white dragon dodged gracefully, his woundless body gleaming in the light of the spell. He prepared to unleash a bolt of his own natural lightning at Stimeak when the silver dragon crashed right into him, claws tearing into his scales. Asscati roared in pain and kicked Stimeak back yet again, unleashing the lightning bolt towards Stimeak. Stimeak spun in the air, dodgeing the bolt and raiseing his arm. Wind seemed to fly into his back and blue tendrids of mana streamed down his arm, they collected into his palm and a pure white lightning bolt blasted out, strikeing Asscati in the chest and blowing him away, fire and smoke streaming from his body. He crashed into a rocky spike, blowing it in half and colapseing underneath the rubble.

Stimeak laughed creully, chargeing up another spell in his other hand. Suddenly a desperate cry came from behind him, the white emperors mate flying into the sky towards him, looking like an emotional wreck. She was attempting to form a spell in her hands, her eyes wide. Stimeak moved his arm towards her, takeing percise aim. A fireball shot out, slamming into her chest and messing her spell up. She feebley crashed into him while still recovering from the pain. Asscati pulled himself over the rubble, healing his own wounds, shakeing his head with rage. He looked up to see his assassin strugleing with his mate. His eyes widened. With the sickening sound of tearing flesh, his mate screamed into the night sky, a red spike formed purely out of ice sticking out of her back, right through the heart. Stimeak forcefully threw her to the side, sending a second spear of ice through her eye, the white female landing onto the ground with a horrible crunch.

With a terrifying angered roar, Asscati leapt into the sky, barageing the dragon infront of him with insults rather than magic, screaming his rage out. He opened his mouth wide, almost as if hopeing to try eat Stimeak whole. Stimeak gazed at the furious dragon, unphased. The Silver dragons eyes burned up red for a moment, his palms seeming to burn. He rose both of them calmly and a jet of flame burst towards the White dragon, lightning surrounding it. It went right into its mouth, incinerateing the emperors tongue and throat. Ascati's eyes grew wide, lighting up with a bloody glow and his head exploded. The dragon dropped out of the sky landing onto the ground with another sickening crunch. Stimeak looked at the decapitated corpse and then at its dead mate. He grunted "I'd like to see you healing that... Emperor..." He landed onto the ground with a thud, his claws clacking off the rock. He reared up on his hind legs, stretching his arm into the sky, the storm above seemingly sucked into his palm. He pointed the same arm towards a boulder beyond, ice jumping up and freezeing it entirely, along with the cowering white dragon behind it... the white prince.

The silver/white crossbreed scoffed and then took flight once again, intent on leaving the realem through the same way he came...

[TyrannoTitan]

OOC: Added two profiles to my original post in the profile topic. Now, KP knows about the Nazgul, and actually helped develop an original story using them. Other players are free to use ONE Nazgul (Per player), but must PM me FIRST.

Everything was quiet in the fishing village, for once. Usually they had to fight off various creatures from the sea, but usually did so without much damage. Now, the town was finally peaceful and the trade was slowly growing, allowing them to strengthen their defenses aswell as allow their city to grow. The archers in the towers surronding the edge of the town looked out boredly at the area outside of the town, having seen no attackers in weeks. Suddenly, one of the archers straightened up, seeing something in the distance. A distant form in the air, small by the looks of it, but that didn't count the distance. The archor tensed. Could it be a dragon? It was strange for something like that to happen, but they had all heard stories about unprovoked attacks. Suddenly, something burst from the cover of the trees, many of the archors stunned with shock. A flying beast, the size of a small dragon, its skin dark and leathery, its head longer then a normal dragon's, almost serpant like. The sight of it made the archors stumble back in surprise. "What in the HELL is that?!" One of them screamed, the beast now heading straight for one of the towers. A few of the archors finally aimed their bows at the creature, and as they did, an unholy scream pierced the air, echoeing throughout the entire town, every person outside of their homes looking up, fear in their eyes.

Finally the rider of the beast was revieled. It was a hooded figure, none of the defenders able to see its face, suddenly unable to fire. They wanted to jump from the tower, just to get away from the monstrosity that approached them. As it neared, one archor did what the others wanted to do, falling from the tower and hitting the ground with a sickening crunch. The Nazgul reached the tower, the demonic wyvern it was riding grabbing an archor in its claws, a sickening crunch resulting as the mangled body was sent hurling into a nearby house. The people began to scream in horror as more of the beasts showed up, also controlled by the same hellish riders. One, in particular, stood out from the rest, wearing a strange helmit with a crown. The Witch King decended onto the horrified archors, his demonic steed snapping up on of the archors, its claws damaging another as it passed. Two other archors were thrown from a tower as one Nazgul passed, the winds caused by the creature's beast making them loose balance and fall. Soon the archors were no more, the tower vacant and blood stained. The monstrosities decended onto the town, snapping up the helpless citizens, more defenders moving it, wielding swords and spears. As one of the Nazgul got closer to the line of warriors, they suddenly lost their motivation to fight, the line finally breaking into a wild panic as the creature reached them, its beastly mount slicing the head off of one warrior as it passed.

The Witch King decended onto the ground, still mounted, attacking the humans from the ground. His steed roared, greeted by more defenders, finally able to fight without falling apart at the sight of their hellish attackers. One man ran forward, swinging his sword at the creature's long neck, only to have its clawed foot slam into his chest, a sickening series of cracks echoeing around the area as the man's broken body fell limply to the ground. The rest of the defenders turned and ran, a large chunk of rock slamming into many of them, crushing them underneath as the building beside them was torn apart by the airal attackers. The Witch King took to the air once more, once again ripping apart the defense with his beast's massive claws and strong jaws. Soon the entire town was devoid of life, filled with mangled bodies, destroyed buildings, and fires burning the remains. The Nazgul flew off without a second thought, having no use for the town, but wanted to send a message to the human race...

[Doc 42]

There was the tiniest clink of metal, ringing amongst the noisy forest... un noticed... The rangers continued on their path, leading their horses by the reigns, Green cloaks drawn over them. A tiny pair of orange eyes following their progress. Deathfist silently stretched the black arrow on his bow back, narrowing his sight at the groups leader. squinting, he could see other demons crouching in the bushes, eyes locked on the humans. There was a second clank, this one comeing from a careless imp. The ranger's leader turned to look towards the source, his hand reaching for the hilt of his sword. There was a deep crack and then a sickening soft thud as the black arrow whistled through the air and into his neck. More arrows zipped out of the forest into the rangers. They drew their swords, roaring a battlecry, the demons breaking from the cover and chargeing foreward, weapons raised high, flameing trees falling down infront of horses as they attempted to escape. The first demon to reach the humans swung his axe toward a ranger, the hooded figure, reaching up and blocking the axe with aloud crash of metal, he kicked the demon back and span around, decapitateing the demon with a single strike, the fire within the demons helmets eyes dissappearing as it fell to the ground.

Deathfist charged foreward, screeching his battle cry. He dodged to the side, bringing his sword up to parry the rangers before slideing his blade down his foes one and twirling it around to slice through his cloak, barely tipping the mans flesh. He shouted out in pain being silenced as the sword sank into his chest. The last ranger fell to the ground, dead. The demons let out a victorious cry, clashing their weapons together above their heads. Deathfist led the chant, walking around them. He set eyes on the imp which had alerted the human leader, the orange orbs narrowing within his helmet. The imps eyes went wide. Deathfist spat out vehmontly "Inferious!" instantly the imp exploded into the sky, being thrown far above the trees. Deathfist grunted in satisfaction, the other demons laughing. As he turned around, he felt something in the ground... A low trembeling. He shouted "Shut up you slobs!" The demons instantly quietening... He listened as the sound grew louder... the sound of hooves slamming against the ground... A horn sounded in the distance... Deathfist's eyes widened... He snapped out of his trance and roared "Industrialist scum! Line up! Line up! Shields and armour at the front! Make a wall!" The demons got to work without needing to be told twice, the larger ones pileing to the front, useing their shields as a wall, the demons at the front useing theirs to protect their bodies while the demons behind them stuck their shields in the air above them to protect the front rows heads. Deathfist pushed his way to the front, resting his bow on a shield and pulling an arrow back. Spears were pushed through the front of the wall, sticking out like a barricade...

The helmets of the industrialists winked in the sun, the horse men pounding towards them over the hump in the land. the spread out, weapons raised. Deathfist roared "Demons! March! Hold firm!" They begun chanting demonic growls as they moved in motion. The horse mounted industrailists aimed. Puffs of smoke covered them as cracks echoned into the air. Tiny holes appearing in the demons barricade wall. Deathfist shouted in anger as a bullet crashed into the shield infront of him, sending shrapnel into his face. Another demon screamed in pain and fell to the ground. The dieing demon was trampled to death by his comrades who replaced the shield, the chant only growing more intense with this loss. Deathfist released his arrow, watching as it soared towards the humans, hammering into their heavy armour. The stricken human clutched where the arrow hit him before raiseing his weapon yet again, his armour having saved his life. The blow hurt but didnt kill. More arrows zipped away from the demons, some of them bursting into flames mid flight.

Deathfist gritted his teeth in anger. There were many spell he could use to just annihilate the humans right here and now but they were too close to Red dragon territory to show that much power. more demons fell, the chant deafening all those around. The horses begun to back up. The middle shield bearer fell, killed by bullets slamming into his chest. Deathfist roared, drawing his sword and chargeing foreward, hissing under his breath "Pyrosanct!" infront of him, bullets were engulfed in falme, disintergrateing before hitting him. The other demons broke away out of formation, roaring in battlecry and bloodlust. The frontal horse riders drew long pikes, shouting their own warcry and chargeing foreward. The two forces clashed, death fist ducking below a pike and spinning around, hacking the horses two front legs off, its armour glowing red hot. The rider and animal crashed to the ground dead. A demon was raised into the air, impaled onto a pike. Both groups mingled together in a bloody mix of spears swords and death.

[The Kingpin]

"Enough of this nonsense. i've had about enough of you little black pests rushing into my Realm like hungry rats" snarled Inferno as he shot forward, both hands glowing red as he clapped, a flash of white light blinding the creatures before a beam of pure white fiery energy shot forward, the source being Inferno's jaws, a large number of Demons being incinerated by the blast, the others scattering to avoid the shot as demonic arrows were fired at the Emperor. The Alariel flashed dangerously as a fiery blast surrounded Inferno, blowing most the Arrows back at their owners, some flying off in random directions, in flames, burning to dust within seconds. Inferno dove at them, swinging his tail down into the leader, sending him flying back through his own army, colliding with several demons along the way. Inferno flew upwards quickly, raising an arm as it glowed with bright red energy, 5 streams of blue fire swirling into his hand as the sky above turned dark, the energy in his hand shootin into the cky in the form of a beam, ending as the sky turned pitch black, almost sending the entire area into total darkness, visibility reduced to a mere 5 meters to all but Inferno. "I think it's about time i showed you all exactly what it means to meddle in the affairs of Dragons" rumbled his voice powerfully in the darkness, plunging the army into a state of panic as they each stabbed randomly at areas around them, attacking eachother, all afraid that the loudness of the voice was a result of the Emperor being next to them...


"What the hell just ha-UMPH!" started Septimus as he collided with a tre, the darkness almost blinding him completely, not allowing him to see far ahead enough in his mad rush to leave the area. "Damn it Inferno! you could at least warn me!" he snarled, though he knew Inferno couldn't hear him from that far away. he got up from the ground, shaking the dust off and checking his wings for damages. he cringed as he saw the foremost finger of his left wing twisted grotesquely. with a grunt, he curled the wing forward, his hand glowing bright white and touching the wound, returning it into place while temporarily shutting down the senses so as to avoid feeling the pain, the cracking of the bones as the joints returned to their place making a sickening sound, before finally falling silent. Septimus grinned with approval and tested his wing to make sure nothing else was wrong. he tested the other wing just in case he missed something. satisfied, he leapt into the air, and flew upwards, trying to clear the trees, using his glowing white hand as a light...

Suddenly a massive white circle formed in the sky above the Demons, swirling with fiery energy; a small sun lighting the darkness. a booming roar rung in the ears of the demons, forcing some to bring their hands to their ears to attempt to block out the noise, as the massive ball of flames hurtled towards them, exploding on impact with the ground, the screeches of Demons the next sound to be heard as the ones caught in the ball were blown to dust, the ones around it being burnt to the point their flesh fell from their cursed bones, collapsing on the floor in the blast of white energy...

"Retreat!" screeched the leader as most of the army was destroyed. the remaining 100 troops charged back after their leader, who had a staff pointed in front of him glowing with fiery energy, lighting the way ahead as the pitch black clouds above continued to swirl. ash had started to fall over them as the chilling sound of Inferno chuckling reached their ears. The demons were suddenly blown back as something large hit them from up ahead, the steady thwumping sound of beating wings reaching their ears. "You honestly think i'll let you escape, alive?" he snarled, an amused tone dominating his voice, hiding his anger over the constant Demonic attacks...

[dinoman666]

Malebolgia burst out of the trees, panting. "Commander," he growled to Valroz, "there's a dragon spy nearby! It's trying to escape." Valroz leaped to his feet, summoning a sword of flame. "Where?!" "This way, sir!" Malebolgia ran off, closely followed by Valroz. His soldiers could handle them being away for a short while.

[Legendary Elite]

As Garroth continued to follow the purple dragon through the mist to their leader, thoughts ran through his head. He wondered how much his life was changing already. The day the imposter of Chronos had fooled him, to the day he had inadvertably, killed Acacius, to the day he had met Beliar...to the day he had been banished from his homelands...and recently, today when he had left the Gold Dragon's Territory and warn the Purple Dragon's of the threat going day by day....All of this, it had happened because of him. He realized had had a massive impact on all the nations, and not in a good way certainly but it was not something he had hoped to do. Garroth had many dreams in life, one was to build his own sanctuary, a place of pure beauty, somewhere for others to socialize. In other dreams he imagined himself as one of the most brilliant commanders of the Green Dragons....and one of his other dreams...was to destroy Belliar and Valroz, but Belliar especially. With Belliar dead or banished to the point of no return, that would not only shake the Industrial Armada but also the entire Demonic Embassy, Garroth was sure that it would be unlikely that there was no one that could become a true demon lord, and hopefully, Belliar would be the last. Valroz like all other demons he knew looked up to their lord as if he were a god to them, which, in a way...he was godlike almost. Garroth knew though that Belliar was much too powerful for a simple Royal like him. Though Royal Dragons were almost as powerful as leaders, they were not the strongest. Hell, he knew the leaders of each nation would have a huge difficulty in taking down Belliar, Belliar was growing stronger every day as well. But Garroth refused to let this world fall into chaos where hell ran abound freely and he wanted to set things right. At least he knew that Belliar had a price on his head and he was sure the demons were not too far away. As far as leaders went, he feared Rutus but not as much as in the past. Rutus was fair, cruel but fair at most times in his opinion. He felt lucky to be spared but he had definately marked his words that he would return but not for a long time. He was also curious to learn about the other realms and how they lived. He also knew Chronos didn't like him much but at least was kind. He respected the Time Keeper as he would as one of his own family, the Gold Dragon to him was like a Grandfather, Garroth never knew who his Grandfather or Grandmother were, or for that matter where they were these days, either were killed during a great war, maybe in solitude somewhere...he had no idea. Still, he also wondered how Tranquillus was faring, he knew he had to forget about her, there was no way of them ever having a relationship, their dragonflights were just too different. But Garroth never really saw the point of it all, why could they not all socialize together peacefully? he wondered. Still it was for the best for now. Garroth knew that he needed to concentrate also into his magic, he knew he had potential somewhere only it had yet to come out into the open. Still, things were becoming intense and he was now a part in this fight and he promised himself that he would see it to the end, no matter what...

[dinoman666]

Malebolgia ran into the area where the dragon had been moments before. "What the..." Valroz smacked him over the head. "Imbecile! You led me on a wild goose chase!" He shook his head. "We're not even going to look for this pitiful thing. As if giving its news to other dragons would be a shock. 'There are Demons near Gold Dragon territory!' Yeah, what else is new? Now lets get back to the camp and get ready to move out. We'll find that Green Dragon, if it's the last thing I do!" Malebolgia nodded, knowing that Valroz's promise was in deadly earnest.

[Doc 42]

Raven, who was flapping around above the demon general, rolled in the air snickering and then he crowed sarcasticly "my my Malebolgia... That has to be the biggest and scariest dragon I have ever seen! Please save me!" He made a mock faint in mid air and fell into a loop, laughing.

Stimeak landed heavily onto an icy outcrop and snarled to himself "Will... You... Just... SHUT UP!" There had been an annoying voice following him ever since the fight with Ascati. Constantly giveing blow by blow recounts of the entire fight and makeing bad jokes. He persumed the white emperor had sent some sort've invisable spirit to haunt him, but at his sudden outburst... the voice stopped talking. Stimeak hissed as if what ever it was could hear him "Thank you..." Just as he was thinking about how silly it was to talk back to it, the voice said again "..You can hear me?!?" He replied sarcasticly "Oh no, How could I have possibley heard that constant annoying whine in my ears! Of course I heard you..." The voice said again "WAHEY!" and it begun laughing joyfully. Stimeak snarled in irritation and hissed "Who the hell are you... Spirit..." He was searching through the air around him with his life magic, his eyes glowing with bright light... If he could find it, it was so screwed... The voice replied "Spirit? Oh no. No spirit. Ohhhhh this is great... You are going to love this... I'm part of you!" Stimeaks heart sank. He hissed "What? what do you mean by that...." The voice cawed happily "Well, I'm a part of you... A seperate entity, connected to you! I've been around for ages. Only reason you didn't hear me was because I had no power, no nothing. Slowly i've been sorta leeching off your own magic and growing in strength, all the magic released in that fight must've given me the final push!" Stimeak thought for a moment, glanceing around suspeiciously. He growled "Great... A parasite... Well enjoy yourself, shouldn't take long to eject you..." He begun searching for its life force within his own body, soon tracking down a strange magicly presence. The voice suddenly grew panicy and said "Whoa whoa whoa! Buddy! You can't kill me! We're one!" Stimeak hissed, a smirk etched into his face "Why not, parasite..?" The voice stammered "Errr it's not like i'm causeing any problems! a-and I could be useful to you! I'm still active while your asleep and what not"

Stimeak was just about to lock onto and asorb the force when he realised something about it. It was connected to his mind... if he just tore it out... He could end up killing himself, or even brain damage. Curseing under his breath, he growled "Alright then.. you can uhh 'stay' for awhile... Just shut up..." the voice whisspered thankfully "ok" And then went completely quiet. Stimeak breathed a sigh of relief, stretching where he was. He glanced around suspeiciously, suddenly aware that he had been talking to himself for the last few minutes...

[dinoman666]

Malebolgia snorted, and Valroz barked, "Raven, shut your trap and get these disordered idiots into formation! Malebolgia, get to work!" The Demon Lieutenant growled commands to the Demons in the camp, lashing out at any who were slow.

[Doc 42]

Raven rolled his eyes and hissed malevolently "Mor'tada..." Instantly, all the slouching demons in the camp moaned in pain, clutching their temples. They quickly obeyed Ravens will, getting to work, thus, stopping the pain. Raven cawed boredly once the deed was done "Any other boring and miniscule task you have to hand out to me, oh great lord of meaningless missions..."

[dinoman666]

Valroz grabbed Raven in his clawed hand and glared at him. "What was that?" he growled threateningly.

[Doc 42]

Raven was unphased. The Shapeshifter cawed boredly into the demon lords face "I called you the lord of fire and death. Or else firey death, if you would perfer it."

[dinoman666]

Valroz snorted and tossed Raven casually away. "Can you do me a favor and just shut up for once, or is that too mundane for you?"

[Doc 42]

Raven rolled into the throw, flapping into the air and cawing with suprise "Well that was suprseingly witty of you... So where do we go from here, hunt down The Greens no matter what?"

[dinoman666]

"Like you have anything better to do," replied Valroz.

[Doc 42]

Raven fliped in the air and crowed "Not saying there is anything wrong with that... I've been wanting a chance at burning that lizard for awhile now... What are you going to do when we do finally get him?" He leveled out, hovering on the spot...

[dinoman666]

"You want the long version or the short version," asked Valroz, folding his arms behind his back and watching Raven.

[Doc 42]

Raven laughed and hissed "The long one, with all the little details..." He grinned evily, swooping lower to hear better

[dinoman666]

Valroz smirked. "Well, just to keep him in one spot, I was thinking pin him by every leg, wing, and his tail with a few spears, then taunt him a little. You know, the whole, 'I win, you lose' speech. Afterwards, I'd give him a slow, painful death, starting with burning away his wings, pulling out all his teeth, breaking several bones, before skinning him alive with my sword." He looked at Raven with an evil grin. "Or is that not enough?"

[Doc 42]

Raven thought for awhile and then hissed "You mean to say you wouldn't drag that golden dragon up to him, drop her dying at his feet and then get a certain shape shifter freind of yours to force him to kill her himself?... Utterly destroying his soul in the process of course. Well, thats what I would do anyway."