Realms of the Dragons RPG

[Doc 42]

Andrew was crouched under the roots of a tree, panting heavily... His eyes fixed on the purpleish shadow about 20 meters away, just over a mound.... The sounds of hissing and then that of flesh being torn into, a man screaming... Suddenly, Andrew heard the tell tale thump of the sound barrier being broken. He spotted the dragons monsterous head riseing up over the mound, letting out a low snarl. It grunted with effort, a sickening sound followed by a greenish figure being hurled away into the forest, blood trailing after it... The dragon leapt into the air, it twirled around and dissappeared with a mild shockwave, the purpleish glow over the area fadeing away... The soilder stayed where he was, his breathing remaining as it was...

The driver alerted Jacob, they had reached the base... The DDASF hunter looked out the window, seeing a small tower in the distance... It was still standing. Thats a good sign...

[Anaclagon]

Sergeant McKnight, a United States Tank captain was leading the covoy headed for the makeshift base being assembled. It was odd considering he was back at the head of convoy. The last time he lead something...he was stationed back by an iron Bridge in America defending citiziens that evacuated a nearby town. A dragon came by and wrecked the entire company..him and 2 others where the only survivors. After that they had been stationed to follow up a certain group of elite American pilots.

The APC was trying to pick up any radio transmissions from anybody that needed help..McKnight opened the hatch, peeping his head out from the top of the tank. Several Apache helicoptors flew overhead, heading towards the base as well. He glanced behind, his ears were getting annoyed from the loud sounds the copters made but he did not care as he just wanted to get into safe grounds quickly..

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A quick message was sent across the active radio channels in the irish opperation from an unknown British pilot "Contacting all pilots in the air! Multiple Casualities. Visual of Shadow Dragon confirmed. I repeat. Shadow Dragon alive and in area. All pilots, do not in any circumstance state your position through radio. I say again, DO NOT communicate your position through radio at any time. My name is Mackenroy of the fighter escort. I have no idea where any of my comrades are. I repeat, shadow d-" The sound was slowly faded away, replaced by static, strange alien like crackles and beeps blocking out the transmission... A deep monsterous chuckle sounding across it just before the line went dead....

[Anaclagon]

"We better head for the airfield.." Garuda 2 replied through the comlink He was starting to get a bit freaked out, that message was the real deal.

"Ghost eye can you confirm their location?" John asked through the comlink towards a United States recon plane in the area. This AWACS plane was high in the clouds..with stealth and altitude as its only defense.

"Sorry LT..nothing, you better heed that warning.." Ghost Eye replied.

"Roger..thanks" John turned off communications with Ghost eye.

"Shadow dragon...can we even kill one?" The thought pondered through John's mind but he had no time for that now. "All right..we better hurry and head on towards the airfield..I dont like whats happening. Multiple ambushes are happening all over radar..keep communication low..we have no idea whats really going on. Until we land at the base, we aint safe.." John responded.

The american pilots nodded and continued to use their F-22A Raptors Super Cruise to press on towards the makeshift area with great super sonic speed.

The APC attempted to restablish contact but it was pointless..only static. McKnight did not want to take any chances as the American Convot speeded up towards the makeshift area.

[Doc 42]

OOC: Shadow dragon appearance
That is the basic appearance of the Shadow Dragons true form (A million cudos to the amazing artist), just more blackish purple with wispy strands of smoke around it and a central chin spike attached, shaped like a crescent moon.
(is also a rough base of Stimeaks appearance, from FRPG. but it would need alot of editing to look like he currently does)

Andrew was still crouched by the trees roots when someone walked over him, extending a hand down. Still panting and not really thinking, he put up a shakeing hand and grasped theirs. It was warm to the touch, comforting...

Julliane heaved her shaken comrade to his feet, saying grimly "You look like you've been thrown through a slaughter house..." He didnt respond, only shakeing his head and sighing heavily... Julliane looked around to see another camoflauges soilder leaning out from behind a tree. She beckoned him over and he walked towards her... She asked "Any others?" He shook his head grimly and whisspered "No... well, if there are, they aint showing their faces any time soon... We should get going and try get to the base..." She nodded saying "Agreed..." The other soilder tugged at Andrews sleeve and he started following them still to shaken to say anything, his ear drums ringing painfully, someone elses blood running down his cheek...

[Anaclagon]

The American Fighters lined up in their formation as they gently landed on the smooth dirt runway. Within the makeshift base where several large tents with anti air turrets set up around the area. There was also american ground vechicles set up throughout the area, ready to be deployed.

The American Fighters parked thier jets in a certain section, close to the runway so they can quickly get to the air if something happened. Several F-15's were also part of the base's defenses.

McKnight was closed in towards the base. Shadow Dragons were popping up all over the place attacking British patrols.

The American Pilots were to refuel and arm themselves for an upcoming mission but for now they had to rest..

[Legendary Elite]

Legendarus, still sitting atop the large building looked toward the horizon and could make out the sight of what looked like more dragons. But they appeared to be gathering together and what it seemed were preparing to swoop down and then fly up again. Legendarus had no idea what they were doing...

[dinoman666]

Ghidrah looked up at the jets, narrowing his eyes. "Humans..." he snarled.

[Legendary Elite]

"Friends of yours Ghidrah?" asked Legendarus...

[dinoman666]

"Quite the opposite, in fact," replied Ghidrah, his mouth collecting flames.

[Legendary Elite]

"Well it appears your black dragon friends over there seem to be handling them quite well." Said Legendarus...

[dinoman666]

"Those are jets. They're bad," growled Ghidrah. "Human things."

[Legendary Elite]

"Well let them be for the moment, I want to watch this battle. This will be very interesting..." Said Legendarus...

[Anaclagon]

"Those Jet Pilots are workacholics. Those famous Raptor Pilots..went with them on some missioms back in America. Its amazing to see that their still alive and with the reputation they earned back in America..I expected them to be some cold, merciless pilots but they seemed so layed back and calm. The base was getting more fortified as we spoke with anti air missles and turrets along with tanks and jeeps and helicoptors and of course..our jets. That guy, John Roland was the LT Commander of those pilots. The guy just loved to get his missions done.." McKnight thought to himself as he shook his head as he watched the LT Commander speak with a Commander of the ground forces, discussing the area and what maybe another mission.

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Smith, the other surviveing soilder with Andrew and Julliane, glanced around at them. He said in an attempt at encouragement "Well lets just be thankful that the dragon left us alone... we should be reaching the defence zone soon, I don't think it would go near there so we should be fine..."

Julliane grunted grimly "Yeah... Thats us... What about the jets that distracted it? How long do you think they are going to last?" Smith looked back at the ground, embarassed at his failed attempt to lighten the situation. Andrew suddenly went tense, saying in a hushed voice "You two, dont talk... we have company..." Julliane and Smith froze, glanceing around, suddenly alert... Andrew raised his Steyr, stareing through the scope... aiming into the forest. Smith relaxed and was just about to say that the commander was still in shock when Andrew fired, a gunshot ringing out around the forest... At first it seemed like he had needlessly given away their position, then a snake like creature materilised infront of their eyes, it was like a chinese dragon... just with legs and wings... A single bullet wound in its throat... the chameleon dragon dropped to the ground, dead... Andrew grunted "Motherf**ers... " Julliane and smith were speechless. Julliane walked foreward gingerly... now aware of the danger around them... She crouched down, putting her hand on the dragons hide... it was strange... almost liquid like... She mused allowed "I had forgotten about these guys... Thank god they are solitary hunters..." Andrew walked foreward saying to no one in particular "Lets keep moving..."

Before getting up, Julliane dipped the tips of her fingers into the dragons blood... She took out her camoflauge kit and added one drop of the blood to each of the palletes. If she remembered correctly, the Chameleon's blood gave off a distinct scent which, while being very powerful, didnt smell like anything in particular, effectively blinding the noses of what ever smelt it... She stowed away her camo kit and stood up, following the others again....

[Anaclagon]

"Ireland is in one hell of a mess, it might take several months just to get any real gain accomplished" The base commander replied. "News back in America, the situation there is heavily easing up but as you realize, Europe was where it all happened which means the largest and most dangerous live here. Damn it..this is gonna suck.." The Commander added on, still complaining.

"I would still be worrying about British Forces still out there along with defenses. We want to make sure its secured enough to withstand an attack and help us by being a jump pad into the rest of Ireland" John responded.

Things were calm and men were busy working as McKnight just sat on the top of his tank thinking and glanced ahead as F-15's flew overhead. They were still aware of the Shadow dragons and because of this..communications between pilots was limited. Dragons capable of intercepting their messages and such? If that was true..this would make things alot harder.

[Lolburst]

((Daniel added to my characters, see page 52.))

Not far away from Ireland's coast, is a helicopter carrier named USS Sandstorm, covered with flak cannons and small Patriot missile systems from each side, expect deck, where is take-off and landing zone.

Inside the carrier itself, life goes on. Though the hallways are not crowded today, they WILL be, soon. Very intelligent robots swivel across parts warehouse, going with elevator to higher levels. Automatized robotic arms pick up boxes and lower them for the four-wheeled carriers that speed to mechanics that need additional parts for repairing damaged helicopters. Ammunations storage is just right of this massive place. It also uses same principle.

Charlie woke up from bunk, when he heard femine, blazing sound of announcing siren: "Daniel Blue and Charlie Remingston, please report in mission briefing. Thank you for your cooperation." He then said to Daniel: "Wake up, Daniel! We have to get into briefing quarters!"
Daniel then rose up and put on his clothes. The walkway wasn't full, but few people were walking around with files. They seemed to be from archives, but that's just normal of the ship's history. Finally arriving to the spacious briefing quarters, there is just a few, very good pilots here, listening to the commander.

"Oh, hi Daniel and Charlie, we've got somewhat important mission here. Good that you both are early, today.", said Roger, an AH-1Z Viper pilot. Daniel and Charlie knew him.

"So, what's the matter, commander? Dragon trouble, yet again?", Daniel asked.

"Yes, but this time, it appears to be much more serious than others.", the commander replied into his question.

Daniel scratched his chin. "If it is, stop tensing me, and tell me, what it's called and what it does.", he questioned again.

"This dragon species name is shadow dragon. As far we know about them, they have very disturbing and frightening appearance, and spike shooting out from their chin. They have also ability of interfering radio signals, and because dragons should know human language, too, this could give out the most vital informations, such as positions. To avoid such, we shall limit our radio communications near them. We are also sure, that radar jamming wouldn't work. These dragons will harden battles even more, so, i think we could just give out small information, but not vital through radio frequencies, such as chats with pilots.", he answered yet again with monotonic speech.

"Ireland, the beautiful flower springing from England, is now ruined along with other parts of Europe by dragons. It's gonna take LOOOOOOOOONG if we have these dragons on battlefield. By the way, when we will be send to aid DDASF?", Daniel questioning yet again.

"Time tells, my friend. Time tells, when things start going worse. But, i'm sure we are needed. Now, you should go visit hangar, to see your very own "Biting Freddy" that you have always used."

Everybody left from the briefing quarters, and so did Daniel and Charlie. They started walking towards vertical hangar where all helicopters are stored and brought to deck by a vertical elevator, and of course, repaired in there. A mechanic was blowing with mouth last dusts from the RAH-66 Comanche "Biting Freddy", when Daniel and Charlie arrived.

"Hello, Daniel and Charlie, your RAH-66 Comanche has been cleared and maintained. It is now flight-ready.", the mechanic greets.

"Yeah yeah, whatever, we want just to the deck along with our helicopter. Can we use this aircraft elevator to bring it up?", Daniel asks.

"Of course, why not? Go on.", the mechanic replies.

Daniel presses from the control panel "Up" button, which causes the massive, oversized elevator to rise up to deck, slowly, along with the helicopter. Daniel and Charlie walk to bow of the helicopter carrier, and get a beautiful view into lands of Ireland. Now, all we need is waiting... for action.

[Doc 42]

OOC: you don't know the half of what Shadow Dragons are. They were never fully documented or studied. After all, you can only study something if you have killed it.... (yes, they are my latest evil creation of mass destruction, feel free to have your characters run in fear!)

The apc rolled through the base's open gates, the only noise the chugging of its engines. The place was a mess. Over grown wtih everything in bad shape, broken lights, doors torn off their hinges... Buildings missing roofs. The central pentagon shaped bunker with the tower in the middle wasn't as badly damaged as the other parts of it, and it was clear the base had power. A radar dish on top of the building rotated around continueously and somewhere up there the defence system was stowed. Vines that looked out of place in ireland hung from the concrete walls... An ominous scorch mark over the main door where it had been blown inwards. The apc halted and its rear door opened up, Jacobs squad exiting out, the other apc doing the same... They geared up with extra equipment, prepareing to enter the base... The other team leader, Dracken, called loudly to all the soilders. He was takeing over top commander after Andrews dissappearance. "Ok, Everyone Listen up.... This is going to be a two team opperation. Blue team, Jacob, you and your men are to make your ways into the lower levels of the base and gain access to the research labs... You know the rest of the drill. Red team, we are to deactivate the aerial defence systems, allowing the choppers to come in and so we scavange any weapons on the platform that may be useable. Tyden, I want you to accuire as much data on the base as possible, specifically an inventory of the defence system...." The breifing continued as Dracken highlighted the key point of what they had to do...

[Lolburst]

((But the commander never implied that he knew everything, just basics that surviving soldiers saw and some other information gathered from other sources.))

Daniel sitted on the guard railing of moving helicopter carrier.
Time will tell, time will tell..., he talked to itself, waiting to get pilot his helicopter.

The coast looked beautiful. The rocks shimmered and glowed, and there was several rocky droppings into vast sea, until the view was abruptly blocked by the gloomy forest spanning to inland.

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OOC: Ah, I see. I just wanted to make sure people wouldnt underestimate them. in most rpgs when new things arrive they are usually hunted to extinction within days.

The DDASF leaders were begining to panic. So far, no word from anyone on the Ireland operation... they contacted the americans "This is DDASF communicator speaking, update on operation?"