The Dragons of Ragnos

[Jedi_Khan]

OOC:
Umm, Optimas? You there?

 

[AriesWolf]

OOC: Did I ruin things with my return???

 

[Optimas]

sorry people had a few things on will be back up and running soon.

 

[Optimas]

Standoff

The hordes looked at the devil that sat still, watching them. The panic could be tasted on the air like treacle, it was the Goblin hunter.

One of the older Orcs, shouted a war cry a leapt towards the demon in a run. A migty war axe swinging in one hand. Seeing this the army attacked.

 

[Jedi_Khan]

OOC: Did I ruin things with my return???

OOC: No, Aries, you did not. But you sure confused me with your return post. I read it and I'm like "WTF?!?" Anyways, now that Optimas has posted, I shall work my own magic.

 

[Jedi_Khan]

The hordes looked at the devil that sat still, watching them. The panic could be tasted on the air like treacle, it was the Goblin hunter.

One of the older Orcs, shouted a war cry a leapt towards the demon in a run. A migty war axe swinging in one hand. Seeing this the army attacked.

Cris could smell the fear wafting off the various creatures around him. It was a sweet smell, one that he loved to smell when in battle. Fear gave him an advantage; his opponents would either run, or make mistakes that he could profit from.

He saw one of the older orcs shout and make his charge. That was one of the mistakes that Cris could profit from, and orcs almost always made it, seeing as how they are the bravest of the bunch. The second mistake that was made was that the rest of the army followed the orc's example.

Cris smiled, drew his sword and pulled out his shield. The sword glowed with a brilliant white light, almost as if it were burning with a white fire. With a few words, the blade was indeed wrapped in a white fire. The blade felt power flow through it, rejuvenated as it was from the appetitizer earlier. The blade also felt anticipation and excitement, as it knew that a great feast was coming.

Cris swung his blade in the direction of the charging orc, and the feast began. The orc, along with a dozen other orcs, were incinerated in a blast of white fire that flew from Cris' blade. Cris spun around in a circle, the fire continuing to spray from his blade, and more foul creatures were incinerated.

And so the blood-bath began.

 

[Jedi_Khan]

-bump-

 

[Angelus]

As Alex sat on the back of Selangra he wanted nothing more than to take off his helmet and feel the wind running over his face and through his hair but he knew at the speed that they were doing his face would be ripped to shreds by the wind. He looked down at the ground to see it speeding below them and let a rare smile come to his face. He hoped that he would be there to deal with the other rider and her dragon soon as he knew that Selangra and himself hungered for their blood, he could feel it flowing from her. He leaned down and ran his fingers over her scales, feeling the warmth that came from them and smiled at how his life had changed so much. He had come from a miner that was feared by only a few people to riding on the back of a dragon being feared by several people.

Before he could stop himself a laugh escaped from his throat and he could feel the puzzlement that flowed from Selangra. He knew that she wanted to ask him what he was laughing for but how could he tell her what he would never miss again? He knew that it was stange to think of it that way but it was the closest thing to the emotion that he had. He knew that where he was was as far away from anything else he had done before in his life and it filled him with a freedom that he never knew existed before.

He took another look down at the ground and when he saw the farmstead sitting there he knew that he had to take a closer look as he knew just how long they had been flying and how hungry Selangra must be.

Do you want to have something to eat? I know more than anything that you must be hungry.

She didn't say a word to him but before he knew it he had to hold on tight to the saddle as they flew quickly to the ground. His eyes went wide as they got closer and closer but before he knew it they had stopped and landed safely on the ground.

As he got down out of the saddle Alex saw several people emerging from the farm house and knew that they were here because of Selangra's landing. He lifted his visor as he moved towards them, noticing the scared look that was on their faces.

"I am sorry to alarm you fair people but my dragon and I have had a fairly long flight so far this day and we both had to land so that she could get some rest. I hope that you do not mind the intrusion."

Suddenly a young girl spoke up and Alex looked straight at her just to see the wide eyes that she had.

"Is that a real dragon?"

Alex smiled at her, "Yes she is. She is as real as you or I."

"Can I touch her?"

Alex opened his mouth to tell her that she could but her parents moved quickly to stop her.

"I don't think that is wise Tara. You do not know what that dragon will do to you."

"I assure you that she will not hurt your daughter good sir," Alex said as he moved closer to the girl, took her hand and walked over to Selangra.

"It's alright. You can touch her."

As the girl reached out to touch Selangra Alex moved slowly towards the man and put his hand onto the hilt of Lanfer's Claw. He watched the girl and Selangra closely as he drew the sword from its hilt.

Now! he screamed out to Selangra as he slammed the blade of Lanfer's Claw into the man's abdomen.

 

[Wolfsister]

Now!

Selangra growled and bounded forwards, her powerful jaws snapping shut, effectively cutting off the blood curdling scream of fear that had emitted from the small child. She forced her teeth down together and cut off any other life that was within the child as her heart stopped beating. Selangra chewed slowly, savouring the sweet, tender flesh. She grinned as Alex held off the parents, the blood dripping from her dagger like fangs. "You always bring me to such nice places." She crooned inside his head, her pleasure glowing inside her.

She eyed the other two adults and cocked her massive head to one side, a single yellow eye staring fiercely at Alex's captive. "What will you do with that one? Surely he is too much for you to eat alone?" her eyes were shining with pure, hungry greed.

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Leaira shifted through the dense forest, avoiding both branches above and underbrush below. Her footing was sure and fleet, her limbs pumping as she fairly flew through the greenery. She only hurried because, while not worried about her quarry escaping, she wished to get this mission over and done with as soon as possible. She yearned to return to her master once more, their all too brief reunion had left her with a feeling of want... of need.

She had to get back to him.

She lifted a waterskin from her waistbelt and unstoppered it, not bothering to cease her forward momentum, and took a large swallow of the crystal clear liquid within. Wiping her mouth afterwards, she looped the strap back around her belt and continued onwards, her only thought was of reaching her destination as soon as possible.

She had to fulfill her mission, she had to please her master in the only way that she could. She had to hunt down and kill the last remaining kin she had. She had to peirce Alaric's heart with her blade and bring his blood back to her one and only true love. Her master, Alex.

 

[Jedi_Khan]

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[AriesWolf]

Cris could smell the fear wafting off the various creatures around him. It was a sweet smell, one that he loved to smell when in battle. Fear gave him an advantage; his opponents would either run, or make mistakes that he could profit from.

He saw one of the older orcs shout and make his charge. That was one of the mistakes that Cris could profit from, and orcs almost always made it, seeing as how they are the bravest of the bunch. The second mistake that was made was that the rest of the army followed the orc's example.

Cris smiled, drew his sword and pulled out his shield. The sword glowed with a brilliant white light, almost as if it were burning with a white fire. With a few words, the blade was indeed wrapped in a white fire. The blade felt power flow through it, rejuvenated as it was from the appetitizer earlier. The blade also felt anticipation and excitement, as it knew that a great feast was coming.

Cris swung his blade in the direction of the charging orc, and the feast began. The orc, along with a dozen other orcs, were incinerated in a blast of white fire that flew from Cris' blade. Cris spun around in a circle, the fire continuing to spray from his blade, and more foul creatures were incinerated.

And so the blood-bath began.

Invictus could smell the blood of Orcs... goblins, and trolls, festering corpses and burnt flesh. His keen sense of smell had him winging off toward it. His powerful limbs pumping hard to keep him airbourne. He had barely recovered from his death defying plummet to earth. His strength returning to him if only for a short while.

The internal burning was driving him to further madness, he wanted to fight, to kill, to burn and slaughter. Finally the sight of a terrific battle greeted him. Corpses strewn about, flames scorching the earth and the screams of the wounded and dying echoing about, and there in the center of it all... was Cris, but to Invictus' damaged mind he was just another enemy. A powerful antagonist, that needed to be put down, needed to be burned.

It was all a blur as Invictus landed amongst them, his powerful tail sweeping several goblins into the air. Exhaustion would not set in yet, and his powerful body would not fail him now. His claws swiped and slashed rending flesh from bone and spewing blood about. He worked in concert with Cris, killing vermin with ease, while working his way toward his most powerful opponent the half-dragon.

The tell-tale burn of chaos in his eyes Invictus saw an opening, and lept, covering some 20 feet and landing not far from his former savior, his deafening roar of pain and rage attracting Cris' attention even if his mere battle presence had not.

 

[Jedi_Khan]

OOC: Umm, trying to end the thread, are you Aries, seeing as how it had long since left your control?

 

[AriesWolf]

OOC: LOL No! No not at all, I was just hoping that Cris could smack Invictus around alittle he's getting all GRRRR... and such plus you seem to be running out of opponents! Goblins Orcs, it's all too easy! Besides Alex and his dragon would rip Vic apart whereas Cris and him have history, especially with knowone to control Mirah things are alittle out of hand with Invictus.

But if you don't like the Idea of Cris and Invictus fighting thats fine. I will change it, as I have said over and over in other situations I don't have a problem changing things. I realize I cannot dictate this thread, everyone else has put much more into it. So please either respond or tell me you don't like it. Cos' if you hadn't noticed, Optimas isn't exactly interacting with you at the moment. The Thread is slowing to a snails pace, and if you don't want me to continue thats fine I understand.

 

[Jedi_Khan]

So, you want me to put Invictus in his place, eh? A little smack down, I presume, or an exorcism?

 

[AriesWolf]

OOC: teehee smackdown!

 

[Jedi_Khan]

OOC: teehee smackdown!

Smackdown, but no death, eh? Will this smackdown result in bringing Invictus back to his senses?

 

[AriesWolf]

Not quite, but it will put him down for a bit till Angelus & sister deal with their village & such then he can fight them get his ass kicked and need his rider back!

 

[Jedi_Khan]

Not quite, but it will put him down for a bit till Angelus & sister deal with their village & such then he can fight them get his ass kicked and need his rider back!

Ahh, I see. Now, how difficult do want this to be? You want a one hit KO or do you want to drag it out for a bit? Cris, I think, is almost at max power, so he's a force to be reckoned with.

 

[AriesWolf]

OOC:Well Cris'd have mental inhibitions at first maybe pulling his punches abit, but after he they really start going at it he'd wipe Invictus out after maybe 3 posts or so?

 

[Jedi_Khan]

OOC:Well Cris'd have mental inhibitions at first maybe pulling his punches abit, but after he they really start going at it he'd wipe Invictus out after maybe 3 posts or so?

Okay. That sounds good. I'll start working momentarily.

 

[Angelus]

Alex half dragged, half led the still screaming woman back to their farm house then stopped and threw her through the door that swung open. As she crashed into the ground he walked slowly into the building and looked down at her.

"There is no need to worry. I am not going to rape you or anything as barbaric as that. I am just here to get as much food from you as I can carry and then let you rejoin your husband and little girl. Does that seem reasonable to you."

He watched as her eyes went wide before she ran towards him, grabbing a knife off the table as she did. Alex just stood there for a second and looked at her before he drew Lanfer's Claw and held it at her throat.

"I don't want you to do that because I want you to get all your food. You know that I will kill you without thinking a second time so you cannot bargain your way out of this one. Just please hurry and get the food. I don't have any time to argue with you."

He then felt the warmth run down his cheek as she spat on him and moved faster than she could follow, striking her across the cheek with his quantleted left hand. As she fell to the floor he moved forward to look at her, "You stupid bitch. All I wanted was the food; I would have let you live if you hadn't of done that."

He brought Lanfer's Claw up and looked down the length of it at her face just to see her eyes go wide.

"Now, what shall I do with you."

All that was heard next was the loud scream from the inside of the building.

 

[Jedi_Khan]

Invictus could smell the blood of Orcs... goblins, and trolls, festering corpses and burnt flesh. His keen sense of smell had him winging off toward it. His powerful limbs pumping hard to keep him airbourne. He had barely recovered from his death defying plummet to earth. His strength returning to him if only for a short while.

The internal burning was driving him to further madness, he wanted to fight, to kill, to burn and slaughter. Finally the sight of a terrific battle greeted him. Corpses strewn about, flames scorching the earth and the screams of the wounded and dying echoing about, and there in the center of it all... was Cris, but to Invictus' damaged mind he was just another enemy. A powerful antagonist, that needed to be put down, needed to be burned.

It was all a blur as Invictus landed amongst them, his powerful tail sweeping several goblins into the air. Exhaustion would not set in yet, and his powerful body would not fail him now. His claws swiped and slashed rending flesh from bone and spewing blood about. He worked in concert with Cris, killing vermin with ease, while working his way toward his most powerful opponent the half-dragon.

The tell-tale burn of chaos in his eyes Invictus saw an opening, and lept, covering some 20 feet and landing not far from his former savior, his deafening roar of pain and rage attracting Cris' attention even if his mere battle presence had not.

Cris continued to slaughter any that came towards him for several minutes, then he realized that the army seemed to have froozen in mid step. He turned around to find out what had happened and found himself looking at a rather large black dragon that was slaughtering goblins and orcs as if they were going out of style. Only when he saw the scar on the dragon's side did he realize that it was Invictus. Damn did that dragon grow or what.

Then Invictus leapt, landing just outside the dragon's reach of Cris, and unleashing a deafening roar that was filled with pain and rage. It was not only this that gave Cris pause, but the look in Invictus' eyes. There was pain, lots of it, and a desire to release that pain by inflicting pain in others. This was not like Invictus at all. It was almost as if he had been possessed.

Part of Cris seemed to realize that Invictus was challenging him, and that part took over. That part was the dragon in him, the part that told him that blows did not have to be exchanged if either one of them backed down due to intimadation. While Invictus had size going for him, Cris had shear power on his side. Cris would not be intimated by size (he had taken down larger dragons than Invictus before); he could convey this by putting with a roar, into which he would demonstrate his power.

Cris puffed up a bit, and then unleashed a mighty roar that rent the air and shook the ground. It was a roar that said "I will not be intimated, for I have great power." And as sort of side note (if Invictus picked up on it), it also said "You are not worth my full power," for Cris' attention was partially divided between Invictus and the army.

 

[Wolfsister]

As Alex came from within the woman's dwelling, the first thing that Selangra noticed was the strong scent of blood that clung to him. At first she was alarmed, but then upon reflection - and seeing that he was covered from head to foot in it - she realised that it was not his blood that she could smell in the air, but the woman's herself.

She snorted impatiently as she saw that he had also come out with a distinct lack of supplies, "You couldn't wait until she gave them to you? And you didn't even offer me a bite!" she huffed indignantly. She shifted around to face the other way, determined not to look at her Rider.

"At least wash yourself. You're making me hungry." She growled, rather reluctantly as she peered back at him with one large, round, yellow eye.

 

[AriesWolf]

Cris continued to slaughter any that came towards him for several minutes, then he realized that the army seemed to have froozen in mid step. He turned around to find out what had happened and found himself looking at a rather large black dragon that was slaughtering goblins and orcs as if they were going out of style. Only when he saw the scar on the dragon's side did he realize that it was Invictus. Damn did that dragon grow or what.

Then Invictus leapt, landing just outside the dragon's reach of Cris, and unleashing a deafening roar that was filled with pain and rage. It was not only this that gave Cris pause, but the look in Invictus' eyes. There was pain, lots of it, and a desire to release that pain by inflicting pain in others. This was not like Invictus at all. It was almost as if he had been possessed.

Part of Cris seemed to realize that Invictus was challenging him, and that part took over. That part was the dragon in him, the part that told him that blows did not have to be exchanged if either one of them backed down due to intimadation. While Invictus had size going for him, Cris had shear power on his side. Cris would not be intimated by size (he had taken down larger dragons than Invictus before); he could convey this by putting with a roar, into which he would demonstrate his power.

Cris puffed up a bit, and then unleashed a mighty roar that rent the air and shook the ground. It was a roar that said "I will not be intimated, for I have great power." And as sort of side note (if Invictus picked up on it), it also said "You are not worth my full power," for Cris' attention was partially divided between Invictus and the army.

Invictus' powerful body was already in motion, his massive tail moving with astounding speed. The half dragon would have no hope of stopping this attack, he would have to evade no matter how strong he was physically he wouldn't be able to match Invictus for sheer muscle mass.

 

[Jedi_Khan]

Invictus' powerful body was already in motion, his massive tail moving with astounding speed. The half dragon would have no hope of stopping this attack, he would have to evade no matter how strong he was physically he wouldn't be able to match Invictus for sheer muscle mass.

Cris had just barely finished his roar when Invictus lashed out with his tail. This kinda surprised Cris because it was natural ritual for dragons to roar at each other until one or neither backs down, before blows are exchanged.

Cris went with the blow, using his wings to propel him across the ground as he used the tail's momentum to propel him even faster toward's Invictus' head. If Cris hit, he would hit with such force that even Invictus would be dazed, crazed as he was. If Cris didn't hit, then he would keep on going, whip around in a high g-force turn and strike hard on the wound that remained from when Invictus had been struck by lightning. Even after Invictus' growth spurt, it would still be tender, especially to a direct hit from Cris.