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Postby dinoman666 » Sat Jun 14, 2008 11:21 am

"We live only too destroy," growled Achperouth, the heads staring up at Beliar. "We do not fear death, only peace. Peace will keep us from destroying, and we cannot accept that from any creature."
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Postby The Kingpin » Sat Jun 14, 2008 11:27 am

the massive Demon grinned sinisterly as an idea occured to him. "If you wish to destroy, serve me" snarled the gargantuan Demon Lord, standing at his full 130 foot height, towering above everything else in the area....
"Ah yes, organised chaos. the sign of a clever but ever-busy mind. To the perpetrator, a carefully woven web of belongings and intrigue, but to the bystander? Madness!"
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Postby dinoman666 » Sat Jun 14, 2008 11:29 am

Achperouth narrowed his eyes, confused. "We were created to destroy you, yet you simply want to destroy..." After a moment, the creature nodded all three heads. "We shall serve you, then."
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Postby The Kingpin » Sat Jun 14, 2008 11:37 am

the massive Demon grinned, a chilling, sinister look on his face. "Go North West to the Wastelands of Angkor....then you will be told what you are to do next" boomed the voice as the massive Demon seemed to get reabsorbed by the souls, soon disappearing as fast as he had appeared, the Demon Lord moving around at his own will, moving his troops around in preparation for a future battle...
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Postby dinoman666 » Sat Jun 14, 2008 11:39 am

Achperouth got to his feet and flew off, heading towards the Wastelands at high speed. The sheer amount of darkness he sensed there ensured he would get there quickly and easily.

A short while later, Achperouth spotted the border of the Wastelands in the distance, marked by plumes of smoke and fire...
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Postby Doc 42 » Sat Jun 14, 2008 11:11 pm

Stimeak rose into the air, leaving the green valley behind... soaring up into the sky. He bellowed "Where to now, Gamal?" The strange creature leapt foreward, hanging off his neck. He pointed the red Crystal off into the distance and shouted "A general that way direction!" Stimeak nodded, tilting and turning towards where Gamal had pointed... Gamal retook his position on Stimeaks back inbetween his wings, studying the red Crystal for any clues....
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Postby dinoman666 » Wed Jun 18, 2008 2:01 am

Achperouth landed at the border of the Wastelands, looking around. How anything could possibly live here was beyond him, but he walked onward, looking for any sign of whatever was supposed to find him.
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Postby The Kingpin » Wed Jun 18, 2008 9:42 pm

a hissing voice could be heard behind Achperouth, a large Demon probably equal to him in size walking up to him, hissing "You must be the Wyvern the Dark Lord Beliar informed us of"...
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Postby Doc 42 » Wed Jun 18, 2008 10:00 pm

Stimeak rushed through the air, leveling out and swooping past a spire of rock... The air rushing past his snout.. He beat his wings slowing him down, approaching a large circular paved platform.... There was a small old looking oblisk at one end... There was a faded picture tiled into the rock, but it wasn't decipherable. Stimeak beat his wings again, slowing down. He let himself fall onto the rock, his claws draging up shards and broken chunks of it. He span around, trying to stop himself, ending up at the end of the disc by the oblisk. Gamal hopped down off his neck and then plunged the red crystal into a small diamond shaped opening in the oblisk.

Stimeak was expecting something to happen slowly, but instead, the runes on the oblisks side all lit up at once with burning blue light, causeing Stimeak to back up a bit... Gamal hissed cheerfully "I think that did it, boss" Stimeak snorted and thought "Well duh, I suppose the oblisk bursts into light and we get surrounded by massive dooms of magic all the time" Startleing him, Gamal growled "Well excuse me mr sarcasm... and next time dont try hide it by thinking it! You know that doesnt work..."

Stimeak merely grunted in annoyance, stretching out leisurely... examineing the doom of blue light stretching above them, pulseing out from the center of the dish....

Suddenly the whole dish seemed to flash like lightning... and then they were gone...
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Postby TyrannoTitan » Thu Jun 19, 2008 12:26 am

The room they were now in was small, but led to a vast cavern, the floor made of crystallized tile. From the door, large steps led down to the center of the area, which was completely flat and had an enormous painting on tile, it looked like a crystal dragon, half blue, half red. From the center, four more sets of steps led to four more flat areas, which had paintings on the ground as well. The first was of a blue dragon, the second a white dragon, the third a black dragon, and the fourth a golden dragon. The cavern had no lights, yet was as bright as the outside world, and was eerily quiet...nothing made a sound. On the edges of the flat areas were cliffs, unable to see the bottom, only able to see vast darkness...
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Postby Doc 42 » Thu Jun 19, 2008 12:44 am

Stimeak opened his eyes, soaking in his new environment. Gamal was crouched ontop of his head... He eyed everything around him and then padded foreward, his large claws clacking off the tiles... When he reached the steps, he crouched down and then leapt off, landing with a loud thud at the bottem, the sound echoing around the chamber... He didn't know much about this place... Albeit that it was dangerous.... He didn't even know where to start looking to find the Rune of Kerafrym... Nor did he know what it looked like...

Stimeak hissed to Gamal in his mind "Pick a number between 1 and 4" Gamal responded hesitantly "..3?" Stimeak grunted in amusement, the sound echoing around him... He took off at a trot towards a set of steps, slwoing when he reached them and proceeding cautiosly down the steps towards the platform bareing the black dragon's symbol... His claws slipped and cut into the tiles, bringing loud scrapeing sounds all around him... Makeing no attempt to quiten himself.
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Postby TyrannoTitan » Thu Jun 19, 2008 12:55 am

Around Stimeak, black shards flew up into the air, forming a loose barrier around the flat surface, giving off a low hum. Suddenly, the painting on the ground suddenly sprung to life, a large black clawed hand grasping the ground in front of Stimeak, eventually pulling itself free, standing at least 5 feet taller then the crossbreed, the massive black dragon visibly old. "...Who...are...you..." the black dragon growled, its voice scratchy and broken, like it wasn't used to talking...
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Postby Doc 42 » Thu Jun 19, 2008 1:30 am

Stimeak stared up at the massive dragon, his face blank. He answered, his tone betraying his fear. "Who I am is not important. Who are you?"

gamal was hiden behind his neck, having leapt off his head at the sight of the terrifying black dragon... Stimeak tried to mantain his composure, knowing fully that this dragon, if it got the jump on him, could wreck his chances of fighting back within a moment...
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Postby TyrannoTitan » Thu Jun 19, 2008 1:33 am

"I am Insidion, black guardian of the Sleeper." Insidion growled, its voice suddenly perfectly fine. "Why are you here, crossbreed?" he boomed, narrowing his eyes at the smaller dragon, questioning its motives...
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Postby Doc 42 » Thu Jun 19, 2008 9:44 pm

Stimeak thought for a moment, eyeing a rune covered rock embedded into the Dragons head.. He then growled "hmm, Guardian of the Sleeper eh? Well... Now thats a bit of a problem..." He directly ignored the dragons question, stareing into the dragons eyes to take its attention away from his hands. His plams were glowing with soft white light, unlikely to be noticed... He was prepareing a spell that should give him the edge...
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Postby TyrannoTitan » Thu Jun 19, 2008 9:56 pm

The dragon's eyes narrowed further. "If you have come here for power, I can guarantee you will be disappointed..." Insidion growled, but was none the less surprised at the appearance of this beast. Few had come into the tomb in the past, for it was completely sealed off from the outside world, and for a reason. It was a cursed, unholy place...
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Postby Doc 42 » Thu Jun 19, 2008 11:25 pm

Stimeak smiled and hissed "Really? What kind've power would there be here?" His eyes glittered with curiosity. He wasn't even sure what this place was ment for. The rune of Kerefrym can't be that powerful.. He kpet his eyes fixed on the dragon's face, resisting the urge to glance at what looked like the very rune he seeked... or at least a part of it...
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Postby TyrannoTitan » Thu Jun 19, 2008 11:51 pm

"This is only part of the Rune." Insidion growled suddenly, noticing the dragon's stare. "To acquire the Rune, you must kill us all, and to kill us all, you forsaken this world by invoking the wrath of the Sleeper." he growled, smiling suddenly. "But I doubt you would prove much of a challenge, you are too young for such a task as fighting us...We are older then half of the flight leaders..." Insidion growled, chuckling as he stared at the dragon, knowing it would attack soon, but honestly didn't think it would last longer then a few minutes...
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Postby Doc 42 » Thu Jun 19, 2008 11:57 pm

Stimeaks eyes narrowed. He grunted, hate in his voice "It appears... I have been lied too.... mislead... as a matter of fact... I won't waste any more of your time, Insidion..." Stimeak turned, his head bowing in shame. He leapt up onto the stone steps begining climb them... Neither Gamal or that statue had mentioned anything about mass destruction of the world...
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Postby Zephyr » Fri Jun 20, 2008 12:41 am

Falazure creeped down the mountain side into the jungle on his smal island. These raiders will not live to see another day if they come for my hoard. Falazure crept silenlty as possible for a dragon of his size as he made his way farther down the island jungle to where the invaders had made camp.
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