The Fantasy RPG

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Garroth screeched in pain at the kick, Valorz's toe claws tearing across his scales. The green stocky dragon lunged foreward, mouth open, trying to bite down onto Valorz's arm...

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Garroth's jaws instead met Valroz's fist, which slammed into the dragon's snout. He simultaneously slashed down at Garroth's shoulder with his sword.

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Garroth fell back, roaring in pain, blood gushing from his shoulder... He swung a hand around, a huge spikey vine flying out from his palm, ready to whip around Valorz...

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Valroz swung his sword, slicing through the vine. He dove forward and grabbed Garroth by the throat before flying downward and slamming the Green Dragon into the ground. He stood up and backed away from the grounded dragon, a smirk on his face.

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Garroth let out an earsplitting roar, rearing up and getting to his feet. Suddenly, the rock cracked open behind Valorz and a spear of stone lurched up out of the ground into the demons back...

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Valroz stumbled forward with a grunt of pain, then stood straight again, still smirking. "Excellent, you got in a hit!" With a roar, he spun around, his sword slicing through the earthen spear like it was tissue paper. As the weapon crumbled and spun back around and threw the sword, point-first, at Garroth...

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Garroth brought up his hand, forming a shield of strong vines. Suddenly, the sword burst through the shield, setting it alight. The sword continued on, sinking into his chest. its hilt stopping the blade from going any further. Garroth stumbled and then fell, wheezeing with pained breaths... He pulled up a hand again, reluctant to give up yet. A thorny vine created itself in mid air, flying towards Valorz and wrapping around him, acid oozing from the thorns....

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The flames on Valroz suddenly intensified, incinerating the vine even as it wrapped around him. He brushed his wounds as if he were dusting himself off, then leisurely formed a bow and an arrow in his hands. Notching the arrow, he pointed it at Garroth's throat. "Just remember this, Garroth," Valroz growled. "The only one here who was ever a coward, was you." With that, he let the arrow fly, straight at the green Dragon's exposed throat.

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The arrow caught Garroths throat, slinging him back and then impaleing him to the ground... he gave a few spluttered gasps and then fell still, blood flowing freely from his corpse...

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Valroz threw back his head and laughed, the other Demons cheering behind him. The Demon Commander grabbed the dead dragon by the tail and dragged him over to the army. "Time for a feast! Malebolgia, get my Hell Guards and skin this dragon. Pandora, get some Afreets and make a big fire for the army. They deserve some good food before we get back to the Wastelands." Thoroughly pleased with himself, Valroz stomped off, leaping his troops to do as they had been told. Sure, his entire army wouldn't get a bite, but it would show who was the strongest to get some. He sat down a distance away, relieved that he had finally gotten his long-awaited revenge...

[Shade]

"Yes sir!" Pandora laughed joyfully. Then she got up and went over to the Afreet division. "We feast my brothers!" she called and they started cheering. "But first we make a fire."

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The Afreet soldiers, only a few out of many hundred, as they were the main fighting force of most Demon armies, stalked off, searching for good wood to burn, living or dead. Malebolgia and Valroz personal bodyguard were eagerly skinning Garroth's corpse, preparing it for the up-and-coming feast.

Meanwhile, Achperouth was steadily making his way toward his target: a massive, dark force that could only mean an extremely powerful Demon. Recognizing it as a major threat, Achperouth was instinctively following the Demon...

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Stimeak and Gamal continued investigateing the chamber for about an hour, Stimeak being drawn back to the three statues again and again.... There was something about the middle one... Something inside it.... He was trying to find any clue as to what they were looking for, Gamal was reading inscriptions around the chamber, hopeing to find some sort of clue.....

Gamal suddenly landed onto the Silver/white crossbreed unexpectedly. Stimeak glanced at him and hissed "Find anything?
Gamal shook his head responding "No... nothing of use.... There was something about converseing with the souls of the past, but unless you are secretly some sort of necromancer, I don't think that can help us..."

Stimeak let out a low hum, thinking about it. He looked back up at the snake like statue... The force he was feeling... He was certain he could applify it through magical means. Though without control of the dead, there was no way to bring its owner back... That didn't mean he couldn't find a suitable stand in.... After a minute or two of open thought, he reached up with both hands, rubbing them against each other before reaching back and flinging two glowing orbs at the Statues chest... the two orbs swirled around each other and then finally slammed into it, a mesh of white lines zipping over it... He stared up at it, willing it to move... Then, he just managed to notice its rocky eye rolling slightly... He Jumped up, clinging onto the rocky snake person and then he leaped upwards again, beating his wings and flying up further...

Gamal followed him. Stimeak eventually leveled out, settling on a beam extending out from the central pillar, stareing into the statues eyes... Gamal landed onto its shoulder and then said loudly and sarcasticly "Well that was usefull. What are we going to do with miss stoney snake?"

Stimeak continued to stare at the statues face... Once he felt he had put in enough energy and aligned the force right, he growled loudly "Hello...." Gamal gave him a funny look for a moment and then leapt off the statue in shock as it opened its mouth, speaking in a supriseingly soft feminine voice with a slight hiss in it "Greetings, Dragon..."

Stimeak walked further along the beam, feeling the weight of Gamal landing onto his back. The statue asked "Pray, who are you?" Stimeak growled loudly, his eyes frowning "Who I am is no matter to you. I am here to help. I was sent here. You have what I need and you know what I want to know..." The statue's eyes seemed to roll strangely, as if what ever was possessing it just changed. It then said melodicly "I see...I am afraid, good Dragon, that I cannot give you the knowledge you seek, but I can lead you on your path. In order to continue, you must accuire the rune of Kerafrym... It is vital.. to our cause..." Stimeak growled thoughtfully. He asked loudly "This rune what is it and where can I find it?" The statue replied "Within the depths of The Sleeper's tomb... It is an artefact of grave importance. You must retrieve it."

Stimeak didn't like the statues wording, but he kept his opinion to himself. He growled loudly "Where can I find The Sleeper's tomb?" The statue's eyes suddenly glowed blue, the entire chamber shakeing, the flameing oily liquid being scattered from the central pillar, landing onto the ground and setting small fires were it touched moss... A small tunnel opened up in the snake ladies necklace, the central gem spliting into four, revealing a dark chasam... The voice sounded once more "This key will bring you there.... You will know where the lock is..." He was about to ask another question when she suddenly repeated in the same voice "You will know where the lock is." A few rocks fell from the chambers roof, unsettled by the movements which opened the small tunnell. Gamal leapt off his back, glideing towards the tunnel and dissappearing in... A few seconds later, he returned with a long red crystal clutched within his claws. He flew over to stimeak, landing onto the dragons head and hissing "Ok, we got what we need, lets get out of here. I think you broke snake lady." The statue was still repeating the same words over and over. Stimeak nodded and leapt off the beam, the force of his jump causeing it to splinter and crack, causeing another disturbance in the chamber's central pillar.

As he flew, avoiding falling rubble calmly, he hissed to Gamal through his mind "Since when were you able to mess with the physical realem, eh?" Gamal chuckled back and replied "You think im going to let you waste that much life magic on a statue? I'm oppertunistic..." Stimeak swooped down a gust of wind helping to propell him foreward and back into the tunnel from earlier, riseing up in an accent towards the surface, the rumbleing of the statues voice dying out behind him and his strange companion...

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"I can see you" came a deep, demonic, eerie voice in Achperouth's mind. "Why do you follow me, Wyvern?" the voice boomed as a large black formation of energy began to appear, growing from a pin point high in the air ot a massive ball of black energy that, on closer inspection was discovered to be made up of hundreds of thousands of black, ghost like forms; cursed souls....

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Achperouth looked up at the dark form, unfazed. All three heads spoke at once. "We," they hissed bluntly, "are here to destroy you, Demon creature."

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the voice made a sinister chuckle, it's sheer power such that it seemed to rattle the very bones of the beast before him. as the gargantuan Demon materialised, it's 6 horned crown spreading outwards from it's head, devilish hooked, pure black, razor sharp claws on ir's hands, it's razor sharp teeth and burning fiery eyes shining out of the gaunt, almost skeletal face, it's enormous tail swirling around behind him, an axe-like formation on the end of it, which ended with an arrow-like tip that seemed sharp enough to rip the heavens themselves in half with it's swing. it's gigantic black body was covered in shining black, Obsidian-like scales, numerous tiny cracks in the skin revealing a glowing yellow fiery form beneath, the wings showing most with the massive cracks along the membrane, bright yellowish white energy glowing and shining from between the pure black flesh that seemed to absorb your very soul merely by looking at it. it looked, in form, almost exactly like a fully grown Imperial Black Dragon. however, this one stood on it's hind legs, which had seemingly developed more than the front ones to allow it, and it's scales were visibly thicker, it's head more skeletal, and having 4 more horns than a normal Black Dragon, it's skin cracked and shining through with fiery energy beneath. a sinister smile crept onto the Demon Lord's face as he snarled "Bow"...

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Achperouth snarled, his rightmost head's mouth crackling with electricity. "We do not bow to any creature, Demon." The head snapped forward, and a bolt of bright white lightening spewed from it, heading straight at Beliar's chest...

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Beliar held a hand forward,the energy seemingly absorbed by a black mist that extended from his arm. "I said BOW!" snarled the Demon Lord as his finger tips seemed to flash for a moment with fiery energy, the Wyvern's insides convulsing wildly and a jolt of unfathomable pain tearing through it's body, forcing it to bow to him more in pain than compliance. "That's better" snarled the gargantuan Demon Lord, cursed souls circling him as his wings beat ever so slightly, as if just to cause a draft, no lift being produced, as a massive fiery mane emerged from his back, blazing from his head to his tail...

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Achperouth shook all three heads, snarling in pain and anger. Spreading his many wings, the beast launched himself into the air, his side head spewing lightening and ice while the middle parted its jaws in an air-shaking roar all three pairs of eyes burning furiously.

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Beliar chuckled, amused at the beast's persistence. with a step to the side, he avoided the attacks before swinging an arm into the oncoming Wyvern, sending it hurtling several hundred yards, colliding with a bunch of trees as he raised his hand again, the creature's left leg and wing suddenly paralyzed as the Demon Lord stopped part of the creature's nervous system from functioning. he walked forward, stopping before the smaller beast with a chuckle. "You cannot kill your MASTER" snarled the Demon Lord as he lay a three toed foor on one of the Dragons' heads. "Do you fear death, Wyvern?"...