The Fantasy RPG

[C S]

A ringing echoed in Gallant's armor, the suit dented where the mace impacted with the metal. The night couphed out blood and raised his suit's visor, eying the enemy in full view. "Go ahead!" Gallant coughed, "Finish it, ill honor my code!"

[TyrannoTitan]

"No...I have a better idea..." The Witch King hissed, a horrifying shriek echoing around the area, sending birds scattering, fleeing for their lives. He moved forward calmly, raising the sword above his head. Suddenly it flashed a poisonous green color, the Witch King stabbing the blade straight into the knight's stomach, the green color seeming to snake its way around his entire body. "Now you will serve us...You will serve the Master..." he hissed, shrieking once more. The man wouldn't die...no, his wounds would heal, but he would become a Death Knight, a human soldier sworn to an alligence to the demons and Beliar himself...

[C S]

Gallant froze gasped for air as the green light penertrated his body. He felt his blood churn and go cold, his pupils dilatated, his hairs standing up.He felt like he had been dragged through hell by a chariot, like he'd been ripped in 9 peicies by the hydra he fought. Gallant could almost feel his heart go black, and his soul poisoned. His iris was now red. Gallant gripped the Witchking's blade and removed it, the wound sealing around it as it left. He got up, his armor blowing with a black light, and it morphed. It had Black and white Markings, some of skulls, some of flames. These were on the chest plate. His shoulders housed sharp shoulder blades. Anround his hands, spikes were out side where his knuckles would be on both hands. His helmet had blades curving back from the back of it. His cape now looked like black fire that swayed back and fourth with out any wind. His sword had become longer and it was double sided, serated edges were obvious and looked like they would make a devastating wound. Gallant looked to the right, his hosre was a skeltonwith a black mist that was meant to be skin. It's eye sockets had burning, red and orange fire. it's main was the same black fire that was Gallant's cape. The death knight looked to the WitchKing and hissed "How may I serve Beliar?"

[TyrannoTitan]

"Join the others of your kind...Join the demonic hordes on their seige of these lands..." The Witch King hissed, drawing back his sword. He turned, an armored fel beast rising into view, landing hard on the ground next to him, effortlessly mounting the beast. As it rose into the air, more Nazgul appeared, the group taking off into the air...

[C S]

Gallant got back onto his saddle. The reigns caught on fire when he grabbed it. Gallant whipped the horse with the reigns. it rose up with a demonic raor and ran after the group, with each hoof print, fire erupted from it.

[dinoman666]

Khamul screeched atop his Fell Beast, always enjoying (in Nazgul terms) the creation of a minion for Beliar to use. He followed after the Witch-King, more than ready to continue their reign of destruction.

[Legendary Elite]

As Garroth slept he dreamt that he was somewhere, a place where the plains stretched for miles, it looked very similiar to the Outlands, only it was more than that, more than what he had seen. Everywhere he saw the dead and dying dragons, smoke had gathered and fires of different colour and element burned in different areas. Demons lay in the thousands as well. Some were still moving but most were dead. Garroth felt helpless as he trudged onward, through the site, the massacre, the horror. He then realized these were dragons of every nation, Red, Blue, White, Silver, Purple, Black, Gold...and Green. Garroth immediately searched to see if there was anyone he knew of and then he saw it. He came across Borgus lying lifeless followed by the others of his group he once was in command of. He was now devastated and seeing this turned away and ran toward the gold dragon corpses, immediately he almost tripped over a corpse of...it couldn't be...Tranquillus! She too had been downed by something like his squad. Some had been struck by flaming swords and demon magic others showed burns and other critical injuries, Tranquillus though had her chest opened and her guts spilled across the ground in a dirty mass. Garroth felt like he was sick, he turned away. He then saw the bodies of his mother Starroth and father Alairoth, burned and slashed by something, Garroth then noticed the remains of a massive demon nearby, it wasn't Beliar but it was nearly as large. They were being gored upon by the crows and other scavenger birds, some were poking at the eyes and tried to discept them. He then began to wonder if the emperors had survived, he ran back to the Green dragon corpses and saw a large mass there and Garroth could not believe the sight of two Green Imperials and then the sight of Emperor Rutus himself, dead. Rutus was the worst, he skin was horribly burned and wings and been completely torn all over the place. Then Garroth came across Balmeer of the Water Dragons, he too was in a similiar state as Rutus. It was then followed up with the sight of Morian who lay alongside someone Garroth had not even dared to hope see downed, Chronos! There were other emperors but they were unknown to Garroth, one was the Red emperor followed by the others, all of which were dead. This truly was a nightmare and Garroth wanted to leave it, leave it now and escape the madness but he could not wake himself. He then looked up and shouted to the heavens. "WHY?" He roared amidst his tears that were pouring before him. "WHY!!!?!?!!!!!" he bellowed again, hoping to find an answer....but there was silence....the sound of nothing but a faint wind blowing in the distance. The sky had become a dark red and black like the world was bleeding, like it was screaming in pain and suffering. Suddenly as if things were any worse a voice came out to him.
"Because you are lost...Garroth." Said the voice which sounded distant and whispery. Garroth then immediately looked around and saw the scene change, everything turning liquid and then ran beneath his feet like water and disappeared into nothing. Garroth began to wonder who had spoken to him.
"Though you are safe for now young one, beware, the Demonic Empire is still on the move. You must warn the other flights soon or we must face eternal darkness for a very long time. You, have the power to change this Garroth and in due time you must be prepared to sacrifice all you have if you are to save our world from destruction."
As Garroth was about to ask more questions he felt as if things were fading, he was waking up.
Garroth's eyes opened. He sat up, motionless and then coughed and spluttered before almost barfing...

[dinoman666]

Valroz looked up as the sun began to go down. he barked, "Raven! Malebolgia! The time has come! Get ready to move out."

[Doc 42]

Raven flapped into view, circling over Valorz's head. He cawed "I'm sorry my lord... it appears that the gold one is still in contact with the Greenskin... When we tried to contact her she was already telepathicly communicateing with him. It was too late to hijack the conversation..."

Drionach sighed. He growled "Anyway... I plan on hosting another meeting, this time at my home soon. Perhaps within the week. However, there is something I plan to propose to them.. and I would like to hear your opinion on it.." he glanced over his shoulder at Shimmerwing and hissed "Go get feather face will you?" Shimmerwing nodded and leapt off the ledge, beating his powerful wings and dissappearing out of sight... Drionach continued "I believe that the mountain Harpies could be I usefull addition to our alliance..."

[The Kingpin]

Inferno thought for a moment. "Spies? or do you have something else in mind?" he growled as he mulled the idea over in his head, Septimus wondering what good could Harpies possibly be. they were irritating feathered pests that constantly bothered him back home...

[dinoman666]

"And what do you think will happen when the Green Dragon finds out that his friend isn't talking to him? He'll go look for her, and even if she manages to contact him again, it's not like it'll do them any good. That Greenskin will just act all heroic and try to save the gold one, trap or not," replied Valroz.

[Legendary Elite]

Garroth felt extremely disturbed and uneasy and so tried to rest again but found it very hard to do so. It appeared he hadn't fallen asleep for that long in fact. Still, it had been a horrible nightmare and then he began to wonder "Could this become the future?" he thought to himself....

[Doc 42]

Drionach shook his head before growling in a sly tone "No... I was thinking of a much more... menial task. Something to counter the wings of some of the demons. Not so much use to us dragons, but the elves and dwarves regularly run into trouble when dealing with them in combat. The Harpies could help turn the tables..." He wasn't sure what Inferno's experiance was regarding the feathered creatures, but the got the feeling that the red Emperor over estimated them. They weren't much trouble for imperials but for the other dragons, tresspassing on Harpies territory was dangerous.

Raven cawed in an annoyed tone "What do you want me to do? launch a full scale assault on the Golden dragons home and drag her out? the Avatar is dead. Wasted."

[The Kingpin]

"Interesting...but what happens when we run out of Harpies? or, better yet, what happens when the Harpies see that they're losing their numbers?" growled Inferno inquiringly...

[Doc 42]

Drionach shruged and hissed "I have delt with them for a long time, they are suprisingly reasonable if you get on their good side...." Shimmerwing rounded the side of the mountain with speed, flying towards them, a strange shape clutched in his front claws. He slowed down, massive wings beating powerfully. He dropped onto the ground, landing on three legs, roughly throwing the harpy foreward with his free hand. He growled "So much for the indigenous creatures leaving her alone.... found a wolf with no throat right next to the tree..." Drionach chuckled with laughter and hissed "Inferno, I would like you to meet Feather Face... A certain rebelious Harpy..." The harpy in question struggled to her feet, obviously in huge pain... Some of the feathers down her back like a cape were missing. A low, angered hiss came from the downed creature "Thats Rainbow feather to you... Dragon" Drionach chuckled again, the noise causeing her to back away, talons clattering on the floor. He growled "By all means, you should be dead by now, so I'll let that go. Anyway, Inferno. I think this would suit us for a bargaining tool with the Harpy clan leaders." He waited for Inferno to ask a question before elaborateing.

[The Kingpin]

Inferno grunted, amused. "Rebellious Harpy, eh? maybe we COULD get something out of it....but last i checked, the Harpies were too preoccupied with clan wars to bother with a single Harpy...what do you think this one's worth to justify a favourable response?" he growled, planning to use it to test the Harpy's response...

[Doc 42]

Panting, Rainbow feather backed away towards the cave, glanceing fearfully between the three dragons, dried blood around her face. Clearly this couldn't be good for her...

Drionach growled "According to one of her clanmates, Featherface killed the old clanleader, takeing it over as her own. Something to do with food shortages. The Harpies, their clan system, very close knit. It was originally intended for the other clans to go and kill Featherface, but then she moved her clan over to the Frozen Spire, known dragon territory. As a result, they got away free. The story is longer than that, but that is a suitable summary. Betrayal within Harpy society is close to the worst crime they can commit. A traitor like her, offered with those of her clan who supported her would be taken very well as far as gestures go.

The whole time Rainbowfeather stayed quiet. One of the first lessons she had learned as Drionachs prisoner was to only speak when spoken to or face the consequences.

[Anaclagon]

OOC: Alright, here it goes...just remember I re-did Ancalagon and so here it goes..

"You sure we'll be safe here...I mean they could take us for invaders..." The thought ran through Arathorn's mind but he knew better. They had sent message to the Elves previously before they embarked on their jounrey...hopefully they trusted them. A group of Dragon Knights...Knights aboard their dragon steeds, claded in beautiful and powerful armor as the Elite Imperial Legion followed in 3 collums. Mostly claded with a Silver Sword, heavy armor and a a thick shield, they marched with absolute disipline. The army came from the beach, entering the forest, their boats heading elsewhere..and here they were, hoping to do what they could to stop Beliar..

Arathorn led his men as they moved swiftly and somewhat quietly through the forest...only the sounds of the army marching and the loud thunderous thumps the dragons produced could be heard. The Grand Knight rose his hand into the air...his army stopped.

A bow being pulled could be heard in the distance as the young man narrowed his eyes. Prehaps they did not get the message...however 3 elves appeared, seemingly hidden from the underbush as they openly revealed themselves.

"You made it..." The led one said.

"Is my messanger safe?" Arathorn asked.

"He's fine...he'll join up with you shortly...now we have other matters to speak off. You claim your men come across the seas...and you come on this continent to fight with us...against Beliar?" The led elf asked again.

"That's correct...our mages have confirmed it...we do not seek to conquer, we only want our land's safe.." Arathorn responded.

"The Elves here have established a heavy permiter, your man was almost shot till he claimed messsanger. We hope we can trust you...but how can we considering that many other elven lands have fallen to Beliar.." The led elf responded, narrowing his eyes...looking directly into Arathorn's looking as if he was spotting a lie into the Knight.

"I swear to you we are not here to conquer...only help combat Beliar...you have my word" Arathorn said, he grabbed his blade with his left hand...and placed and tapped it against his armored chest, a sign that he meant what he said, his right hand, gripping the silver elven shield, hoping this would not lead to a pointless fight..

"Very well...you may advance into your business..good luck...were not the only ones however...there is other men and dragons. They may not take kindly to your apperance...be careful when entering the men's lands...evil is beginning to spread there.." The elf responded as the elves reappeared, coming out from the hiding spots in the trees, clutching their bows before they disappeared in the green.

Arathorn nodded as he then led his army and went on...following an open path through the forest as they headed down the road...uncertain on where it may lead. Ancalagon, the massive dragon steed continued to walk on, leading the way as Arathorn unleashed a sigh of relief...so far so good.

[dinoman666]

"If you insist on being pessimistic, then fine. We'll think of another way," growled Valroz, irritated.

[The Kingpin]

Inferno nodded. "Interesting proposal...i like it. And how are we going to contact all the Clan Leaders together? if my memory serves me correctly, the clans are rather well spread out...where do we place the meeting ground? Harpy territory?" he growled, wanting to find out the extent of Drionach's plan before making any suggestions himself...