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i hope you burn - Yael - 02-25-2016 yael @[Weaver] and everyone, i guess? Kyra, if that's not ok, let me know. Also the Chamber is now on fire. And the Desert is protected. Happy war! RE: i hope you burn - Weaver - 02-25-2016 Ask no questions, and you'll be told no lies permission granted to handle that however you want Sarah, including dropping her. RE: i hope you burn - Flamevein - 02-25-2016 flamevein i set fire to the rain RE: i hope you burn - Killdare - 02-25-2016 no matter what we breed we still are made of greed KILLDARE this is my kingdom come The Dragon Lord & Colonel of the Chamber RE: i hope you burn - Eight - 02-25-2016 I’m embarrassed, and I’m ashamed I’ve played a part in this devilish game making your common sense perish. But I ain’t taking the full blame cause most of you chumps running around here ain’t never had strict parents. War is a tiresome thing, especially for a magician. As beautiful as having the power of the gods was, it also meant immesnse responsibility. A magician was limitless - and there seemed to be quite a handful in this war. Magic parried with magic - the possibilities were endless. Eight kept a section of his mind on the war at hand. He had seen Straia’s attack against the Gates - the fire burning with fury and glee only war could fuel. He had seen the death of Witchita, her heart ending with one last gasp. And he had seen the rightful retaliation of Yael - her golden body stretching into the might of the dragon. Amongst this, he had followed Prague’s furious deeds of fixing the ever growing disasters- it seemed the magicians of the lighter side were stretching themselves quite thin. I do suppose that’s the downside of covering so many territories. None to Eight’s surprise, Evrae was laxadaisial in her duties. The thing about the more chaotic evil of the magicians, was that they never were quite dutiful in their actions. Those like Eight and Evrae- well, they did as they pleased, to whatever their benefit. They did not have the golden hearts of righteousness, fervor, and loyalty like Prague and Yael. While Eight went about his personal goals - raising the protective barrier of the Valley and fortifying the wolves, then on to raising Zuclo, and finally begining his attemps to lure the dearest little Rome away - well, the war still raged on beyond him. Hours had passed since the immaculation of the wild rumpus - and each hour he checked in upon the Chamber, he saw that Weaver was still a small clutch of a rag within the grasp of Yael. Ah, Evrae - forever on your own schedule (and Eight couldn’t fault you for that - with forever to live, why follow a clock?) With a deep sigh, Eight launches off the soft sand of the Beach, leaving Zuclo to his own - midair, his wings begin to shrink, his body grows ever smaller, feathers branching from his wings onto his body, his dark tail thickening into a solid fan of feathers, his hooves arcing into sharp - his body transforming lithely from equine to that of an osprey. On swift wings, carried from the hot winds of the burning lands, he quickly reaches the Chamber. There is no mistaking the carnage below. The begginings of battle are birthing below - with a quick glance to the ground he sees a cluster - one seemingly strongly outnumbered (theirs? ours?). But there is no time to help, regardless of who it may be. Weaver has been hanging in the deathly clutches of the golden dragon for far too long - already Eight sees the ragged skin of the princess, where the thick and callous skin and claw of the dragon held tight. Evrae would come soon - he knew. While she was questionable on punctuality- she would show up. The best he could do now was to conserve his strength and magic and do what best he could for Weaver- the battle was just beginning. Being in such a smaller state, his power was conserved - and he had the ability of agility and speed, versus that of a large dragon. His osprey sight was clear and deadly, and his target large and not quite so quick. Yael in her dragon form was admittedly set in red hot anger towards Straia- her rage and focus on the raven queen. And it was Eight’s time to strike. He plunged from high, with rapid speed - his taloned feet outstretched .His unique osprey feet - with two toes in front and two behind - allowed for an excellent and unrelenting grasp, and a barbed padding on the soles of his feet created for the best hold- even on slippery things such as eyeballs. And that was exactly what he was aiming for - the tender and soft eyeball of the great, golden dragon. Eight was not aiming to kill - or even maim, really (although, he wouldn’t quite object) - he was looking to startle. With such a size and speed advantage, and with the golden lady being quiet distracted in her rage - there was hardly a chance to miss his target of those soft orbs of the dragon. His target was to gouge, grab, and tear at whatever he could - his main target, the eyes, but he would do for any of the tender areas of the face he may reach. As we all know, the face is one of the most sacred parts of the body - smell, sight, and hearing are all readily available for attack there - and the face in general is quite a soft spot of the body. Any gouging that Eight made to her face would most likely result in the startled reaction of releasing prey - the most common reaction of pain to tender places, a blanching, a release, a startled movement. As birds of prey are known for - he attacks quickly and uses his advantage of size and dexterity to dart away from immediate grasp. All Eight was aiming for was for Weaver to be released- and a quick and deadly gouge to soft facial features should hopefully do just fine. Either way - the golden magician would likely be damaged in dragon form, and in equine form upon her transition. And when Weaver dropped - well, he would manage that from there. RE: i hope you burn - Set - 02-25-2016 What better an entrance than the middle of a war? Fire hot, chaos and dragons sort of war. Just … Wonderful. Set of course can take no credit for the discord that unfolds before him - he is sure that he has been absent without leave for quite some time now. Small matter. It does not keep him from leaping into the middle of it with a wild grin. As tradition demands, Set always returns home. The Chamber is as much a part of him as bone and blood, the breath in his lungs. He had sent shadows ahead of him – little shadows, so inconspicuous, unnoticed by even the wariest of watchers for there are shadows everywhere. They’d whispered to him the rumblings of impending war, of the strife about to settle on the whole of Beqanna, a thick cloak of despair. They made his heart pound; his veins thrum with purpose. Though eager to enmesh himself immediately, he’d lingered, taking his time on the approach, regaling himself with the mundane details of Beqannan life, half-hoping he and Ana’s son would make an appearance, living for weeks in the far north of the Chamber in the caves of his father … His gut tightens, skunk-tail wrung in anticipation of the flood of magic that comes before Yael’s attack. A wild, triumphant crow accompanies the surge of adrenaline that makes him go both hot and cold all over. It’s been far too long since he’s felt this, the thrill of battle. Shale shatters beneath his hooves as he drops off of the cliff’s edge. Shoulder blades shift to accommodate leathery wings, scales the color of midnight run down his spine before spreading out along his sides, flanks, limbs … With a grunt and a downward thrust of his wings, he rises, a sleek dragon five times smaller than the one that hovers above the now-burning Chamber, something small and bleeding clutched in her talons. He is an indiscreet black, his already-yellow eyes blending in amongst the scaly features of the dragon. His mind heavily fortified against a mental attack – you can certainly try – he banks lazily to the right underneath a cloak of atmosphere – effectively rendering him invisible; still, he circles the eye of the bedlam below, careful to stay just out of the dragon’s realm of attention. A tall mountain pine, as of yet safe from the flames, though they’re of little concern to him, is where he finally perches, eyes fixated on the scene ahead and below. He feels Eight coming. It’s a tingling in his spine, the moment before he takes his next breath. Unreasonably irritated that the Valley magician passes close enough to feel him there, Set takes flight, circling in the opposite direction of Eight-turned-osprey. It would seem that the other is too distracted by the wildfire below to notice the faint tickle of Set’s magic as he arcs past him, intent evident in fierce eyes. He does not know Eight’s plan of attack but he will be damned if the little birdie received his share of the fighting. Snorting, Set twists away, winging quickly nearer the raging Yael. It takes him only a few moments to mold his illusion. Eight is climbing into the sky now and Set can only assume he is going to attack; the small form is difficult to pick out at the speed it is moving. Just as he knows that she can sense his presence should she desire to, he drops his cloak, revealing three other dragons flying flank behind him. Each a different color – deep, wine red, rich gold, sapphire blue – the four approach in attack formation. truggling to contain his joy, Set lets loose with violent roar, a jet of blue flame erupting from his throat. It may distract Yael. Maybe not. Whichever broken rag she holds close is of little concern to him – there is only the thrum of war. RE: i hope you burn - Straia - 02-26-2016 straia the raven queen of the chamber RE: i hope you burn - Yael - 02-26-2016 oh, where do we begin? the rubble or our sins?
Yael is perfectly aware of the chaos she’s causeing; she knows full well what happens when Desert dragons take to the sky. The last time, the Valley burned. This time, the Chamber will burn. This time, Yael will have no regrets. Her mind-words echo across the land, crawling into the heads of everyone without protection; let them know that Straia started this, and that Yael was simply reacting. She is angry, yes, and raging, but not completely out of control. She’s spent too much time letting her attention purposefully expand and wander to let herself be taken by surprise. Magic can feel magic - Eight and Set will be giant freaking beacons unless they purposefully muffle themselves. The battle rages below her, and without a clear aim, she isn’t going to let loose more fire, or dip down to grab another hostage. She can, however, call for backup while hovering above the battle. Jason? Ve could use a leettle xelp xere. Anyt’ing you’ve got vould be appreciated. Ever polite, of course, because she’s never met the Gates’ quiet magician. She can assume he’s nothing like the silver lioness that hisses and spits far below. And then she reaches out to the Dale, though she had only distantly heard that they were on their side. Ramiel? Var ees upon us. Ve need ze Dale! Yael pumps her wings, sending herself higher, to coast on the hot air that is quickly rising from the Chamber. Ah, the heat. It feels like home to her. Perhaps she was made for a dragon’s body after all. Some time passes, but not much in the grand scheme of things, when the attack that she’s been waiting for comes. Her thoughts are shielded, much like Set’s are, so they can’t know that her plan is simple. Yael is no fool; she cannot hope to best two older magicians in a game of pure strength. Her magic may have once smoldered in the veins of one of B’kanna’s oldest, but in her own body, it is not as potent. Her options are few. The attacks seem to converge on her all at once, which makes her plan all the better. Eight dives, and Set and his three dragons flame - and at the last possible second Yael and her cargo disappear. Why fight when you can take to flight? The osprey’s duck feet (t’ank you, Veir!) paddle at empty air, perhaps even throwing him into the path of one of the four, smaller dragons in Set’s gang. Wouldn’t that be a shame? Catch me if you can, she seems to say, without ever uttering a retort. Where, oh where, did she go? Back to the thrice protected Desert, where she can refuel, imprison, and reinforce. t is the safest place she knows, with the magical shield tied not to her own physical strength, but to the magic that flows beneath the sands. It is tied to the Gods. She doesn’t know many who could overpower them. Soon she will return to the melee at hand. Someone had to keep those magicians busy and off the general populace. Duck and weave, she thinks. Duck and weave. YAEL mother, queen, magician @[Jason] @[Ramiel] RE: i hope you burn - Evrae - 02-26-2016 E V R A E some say the world will end in fire some say in ice RE: i hope you burn - Pazuzu - 02-28-2016 "Evil requires no reason." He reappears after his little hello to Rhy and Kratos, where Evrae had stood to make the trees grow and grow until there was hardly a space to stand. Evrae was happy that she had been forgotten, that now she could return with a purpose! Pazuzu would have rolled his eyes at her dramatics. As he stood where he felt the residual of her magic he smile. He sends a blast of magic into the clearing. It wouldn't hurt the horses battling there but it would eat away at the roots of the trees she had made imperious to fire. It would make them weak and die and his magic would hurry it all along until there were branches dropping from the trees in no time. Watch out below! Pazuzu had no side. He would help and hinder as he saw fit. Then the black stallion took the largest six trees on the outskirts of the battle and turned them into lumbering ents, still resistant to the fire that Evrae had put into all the trees of the Chamber when she had regrown them. He adds his own charms to them, making them smart and quick despite their size. He doesn't over power them but he wants them to have a chance, wants them to cause Chaos their way. "Go. Hurt who you will." He says with a small smile. His black body already beginning to disappear back into the woods as 6 wild ents go about hitting and smashing whatever they would. When he reappears this time it is in the mist and magic, the very smoke (what was left of it) curling into his horse shape. He smiles at the magicians in the and dipped his head in a mocking bow. "Good day for Chaos isn't it?" He says to them all and no one in particular. pazuzu You can use the ents as you with and power play them away! Zuzu just wanted to add a little spice. |