The Fantasy RPG

[Anaclagon]

A great mass shadow covered the open plain, blocking out the sun from a certain poistion as the massive widespread wings casted darkness under him. The great sound of two powerful wings was heard every so often as the gigantic creature moved above, flying forward in a rather slow speed. His great immense jaws shown in the bright sunny light. However the obsidion magical armor that covered all sorts of the creatrue's body shown brightly, unscracthed. The merciless crimision eyes, scanning through the area as its great tail moved about slowly. The creature wasnt alone..on its flanks were others like himself. The creatures were slightly smaller but they each had a unique thing about them. A figure was riding on each them, clutching their own personalized weapons made of anicent and powerful materials forged in a far off country from across the seas. The riders and their armored steeds rode forth..in a certain direction, a rumor guiding them..

After being reinforced a while ago from more men from the homeland, the heavy plated armor soldiers formed ranks, marching in perfect unison as they followed the creatures in the skies. Their silver weapons remained in their shealths but this army was widely diverse. They were those soldiers who carried long polearms with long silver blades at the end. Others are mounted warriors on armored horses. Lastly, supplies and military machinary was being moved across the open plains as well.

A large group of green cloaked figures mixed themselves in the army. Archers of Archers..these elven warriors seeking to help. Rumor directed them in a certain direction of a future massive battle. The need for allies was something very important to them. They wanted to join a fraction that can rival the demons..a fraction that will ensure the safety of their homeland. The long armored river of soldiers continud to march..not expecting anything to halt their march..

[vincent350]

Bloodcurdling screams ripped through the air like a keen blade through royal flesh; the stone walls, formerly coated with thick crust, now freshly stained with more red liquid waiting to dry as a new layer of paint.
"You fool!", scolded the wrinkled faced man, "Do you know how hard it is to smuggle live subjects for these rituals." He turned his back to the frail boy with outstretched arms who was spattered with blood and flesh. "Each and every one of these lowlifes I have brought in for you to practice your rituals, you have killed."
The screams still lingered as the man on the ritual circle of ground crow bones stomach appeared to have exploded, his skin ruptured as they spoke, his bones twisting and popping, as his skin broke out in boils. "Do you see what I have done to this man? Do you?", the boy nodded his head with his arms still in position as the wrinkled man paced around him. "This could be your fate as well if you don't cooperate!"
The boy had the look of fear in his eyes, terrified of what he saw before him, but strangely he was fascinated with this morbid sight at his feet. The boy had begun to smirk.
"Well you have made progress, you no longer shake and quiver, nor do you vomit at the sight of an opened rotting carcass, and now you smile at the suffering.", The wrinkled man smirked as well. "It appears that you have indeed begun to learn, Gahron, you must truly be my apprentice."
The screaming suddenly stopped, the mangled split body that was once a man had expired. The contents of his abdomen was sprawled over the circle, the ruptures trickled blood, few boils continued to fester; while others burst with puss.
In a dark tone the frail boy said, "Thank you Master Ventis." The boy's fingers began to crackle, rays of darkness entered the body from the modest figures fingertips, out of the wounds poured a shadowy fog that reached across the room.
"Yes, my apprentice, summon our allies of the fouls!" Ventis cackled basking in the glory of his apprentice. The carcass began to fill, the wounds grew, the body swelled, the chest began to burn. The small fire quickly grew to a large pyre, incinerating the body. The boy's smirk grew and motioned to bring up this foul being. Behind the inferno stepped a shadowed towering horned figure. The wall of flame now burned a deep purple, the figures horns emerged from behind the flickering wall.
The figure resembled much like a troll in stature of being tall, but not thick. The horns twist to touch the back of his skull. It appeared not to have skin, but just muscle, behind the muscle appeared to be burning coals. The bones had wicked runic carvings which glowed with the coals.
"What is your bidding Master Ventis?", erupted from the gaping blackness of his mouth.

To be continued.

[TyrannoTitan]

Kerafrym soared through the air, his enourmous body moving at fast speeds, each flap of his wings echoing around the area. His reptilian eyes scanned the land below, continuing his path of destruction. All mortal races must pay for his imprisonment...they were all afraid of his power, and had to attack when he was a defenseless hatchling. The dragons were the main force to blame...but that wasn't enough. Nothing in this world would be safe from his wrath, not even his family...

[The Kingpin]

as the numerous Scout Dragons returned, swirling above Inferno and giving him the all clear, his wings beat more powerfully, launching him forward, as his fin flared for a moment, signalling the flight to follow. the planned meeting ground wasn't far ahead, and now, it had been checked, and deemed safe. it wasn't long before Inferno landed, the third of his flight brought to help in the battle landing not far behind, the thousands of Dragons preparing to rest until the Ground forces caught up. the Green flight soon came down, Rutus' own forces landing around him, his guards standing closest, each seemingly wound in earthen-armour, looking like Golem-Dragons, roots seeming to wind in and out of the rocky armour, their blazing golden eyes showing beneath. soon after, Felstranus landed, the long serpentine form of the White Dragon landing softly on the ground, the storm of white beasts following behind him soon calming as the entire flight came to a hault. Fieras had joined Inferno, Septimus standing between them, the three Dragons standing in the center of their forces as they patiently waited. with the Army having been moving double time, and the flights flying slowly enough to allow them to catch up quickly, he doubted it would take more than a few hours for the Elves, Dwarves and numerous Centaurs, Minotaurs and other races to reach their position...

[Doc 42]

Drionach glided down smoothly, spotting his planned roost ahead, as he did so, a slender royal dragon pulled up along side him, beating her wings to keep up. She bellowed "Emperor Drionach! Rumors are trickleing in, something about an enraged enourmous dragon or a demon. At the moment its only attacking the lower races, but we don't know enough to be sure..."

Drionach responded curiously "Whats the panic about? Probably just an old dragon going on a rampage, wrecking a town or two. It should be over within a few days." The scout continued, slightly hesitantly "Thats just it, emperor. Apparently nearly 6 settlements have been completely obliterated already..." Drionach's eyes widened, he growled, slightly annoyd "Since when has this been going on?" Very clear hesitation in the Scouts voice. She continued shakily "Barely a day...."

Drionach turned his massive triangular head towards her, seeing she was completely serious...


A young silver regular dragon calmly played around with a small cloud between his paws. His eyes seemed to glow with wonder whenever a tiny bolt of lightning angrily earthed into him, recoiling at the strange tingleing sensation....
His mentor had gone off to find another dragon for something, everything was all quite hectic with the call to war and all.
He tended to keep himself preoccupied by practicing magic.
Every so often an annoying scratch would come from a harpies talons scrapping across rock. Whenever it did, he would shoot the three feathered nusiances glares, silencing them. It was satisfying to be able to strike such fear into creatures not all that much smaller than himself.

He got back to playing with the cloud when an irritateing crack interupted him. He looked up, growling menacingly, when he spotted something that made him pause. The harpies weren't lying on the ground anymore... They were standing up, poised, ready to fly, a broken silver gem on the ground by the leaders talons. Blue wispy strands rose up from it.... A mana stone....

Rainbow feather suddenly lunged foreward with both of her taloned hands, the other two Harpy witches doing the same. The cloud within their guard's hands suddenly seemed to colapse, folding in on itself. A lightning bolt from its centre struck out, catching the dragon on the snout, causing him to stumble back in shock. Using the one chance they were likely to get, the three harpies leapt into the air, beating their wings as hard as they could while summoning wind to aid them aswell. The dragon wasn't distracted for long. He lashed out with one taloned paw, snagging one of the harpies legs on his claws. He ripped her out of the sky, smashing the frail creature into the ground. She let out a piercing cry of pain, silenced by his clawed hand hammering down on her back. Resisting the urge to simply tear her in half, he rougly grabbed hold of her arm. He slid his paw down it swiftly, his claws shredding off every single feather making up her wing. The screaming resumed, but now she was grounded permanently. Only a skilled white magic user could heal that kind've damage. He looked into the sky, searching for the other two, not spotting anyone... How quickly had things gone sour.... His mentor was going to be enraged... he track them down...

[dinoman666]

Valroz and his army had reached the border of the Wastelands, and the Demon Commander looked around, expecting something. Shrugging, he continued. He had no idea what to do now...

Achperouth had been flying tirelessly for a long while, but had eventually gotten bored of sight-seeing, and even a little impatient. He hadn't seen any sign of having to stop, and as far as he was concerned, he was just being led on.

[The Kingpin]

it wasn't long before the army caught up, thousands of Elves, Dwarves, Humans, Centaurs, Minotaurs, numerous Giants and several Mages marching towards them. when they finally arrived, Inferno allowed them some time to rest, eat, and prepare, before giving off a roar, Rutus and Felstranus doing the same, the flights taking to the air as the army marched forward, closing in on the Industrialist border...

[Doc 42]

Later, the dragons were on the move once again... Drionach scanned the horizon, his sharp eyes revealing the tiniest detail... Several dark shadows flapped around in the distance, dragons hunting industrialist runners and scouts.... They were extremely close to a Industrialist foreward base turned military town. Chances are there were numerous messengers on their way towards the town with warnings right now... So he had personally sent out some of his own scouts to hunt the humans down, persumeing the other emperors were doing the same. With a flick of his tail, he tilted upwards and rose up, leading he and his flight's warriors into the heavy cloud cover of the skies, the weather having been put in place ages before hand.....

meanwhile, Stimeak found himself within another extremely dark large chamber.... He grunted, his large claws slipping off the rock as he tried his best to grip what he assumed was a giant lanteran. Gamal was convinced that the runes they discovered on the walls of the chamber would light up if some word was said, illuminateing the entire chamber. Stimeak was certain that there was a central light, like in the last chamber.... Sadly, he had yet to find a way of lighting the lanteran and even if it was a lanteran, he had yet to figure out how it would be able to light anything up with so little openings.

[The Kingpin]

Inferno watched the nearing Industrialist base, a massive fortress at least half a kilometer wide and as much in length, massive 20 meter tall stone walls defending it's insides, thin windows and massive stone watch towers built into the walls providing outstanding positions for archers, numerous ballistae planted on the ground and the walls, all armed and ready, several hundred troops undoubtedly within it's walls. "Time to turn their world upside down" he growled, looking at the other Emperors in their leading force, the guards following closely behind them...

[Doc 42]

Drionach observed the Fortress carefully, watchful for ambushers... So far it seemed like they had arrived completely undetected... the scouts had done their job... The titanic dragon smirked, he begun to swoop down, bellowing out across the heavens "Fight from the sky Brothers!" A deafening battle roar broke out behind him as the Warriors of the silver flight swooped in after him, the clouds above literally falling out of the sky and swooping with them... Alarms were begining to sound, ringing out from the fort, but it was too late. The Industrialists had been caught off gaurd. Two blue circles of mana formed around Drionach's front paws, his hands clenching as he readied the spell... The adreniline begining to flow....

[The Kingpin]

a hail of fireballs suddenly flew at the base, the blasts of flame melting chunks out of it's armoured walls as roots burst from the ground beneath, the warcries of hundreds upon hundreds of Dragons of every flight filling the air, Inferno at the head of his flight, his burning fin and wings lighting the sky as he hurled fireball after fireball at them, his hands glowing a mixture of white, blue and yellow, the three colours of the flame and mana mixture swirling in his clawed hands as an arching beam connected the two, Inferno moving his hands in an almost circular pattern as the energy seemed to grow, a stream of it being left in his wake as he prepared the spell, the ground beneath an area of the wall splitting as Rutus and several Green Dragons worked on making a path for the ground troops...

[TyrannoTitan]

Neltharion was heading toward his next destination, having left the black dragon to think about his offer, including the site of the major battle that he was certain already started. The black behemoth swerved as he headed toward the Industrialist's territory, his plan ready to be put into motion...

[Doc 42]

hurricane force winds ripped through the fortress, blowing some men off the walls as they streamed out, the Red's fire carried into the air, creating a lethal Firestorm...

Drionach ripped over the fortress, only getting a short glimpse of it. Within, hundreads of humans were scattering around in dissarray. Some parts of the fortress were explodeing into flame, pitch and gun powder stores ignighting.

Then winced in pain, a sharp pain hitting him in his right shoulder, a volley of bullets having rattled against his scales, some of them peircing through the hollow.

Moments later, a shock ball smashed into the men responsible for the volley, scattering and disorintateing them, thrown by one of his guards.

A few shallow booms rung out, cannons being hastily fired into the skies. It wasn't enough though. The battle had already been decided.

[Zephyr]

Raven walked proud and tall down the dirt path, arm rested on the hilt of his blade as it hung from his waist sheathed in the finely crafted leather scabbard. Alongside him his sister Priscilla, a beautiful maiden riding atop an equally magnificent steed, stave in hand. On the other side is close friend Wil, an archer of amazing skill and prowess, with a constantly cheery tone in his voice, his bow slung over his shoulder. The trio walked unfaltering side by side as behind them two dozen ox-drawn wagons followed, escorted by nearly a hundred mercenary warriors. A traveling caravan searching for the highest bidder.

However, all but Raven and his companions remained content and unaware of the looming shadow that had given chase from their homeland. It was just a matter of time before these dark forces catch up to their prey...

[The Kingpin]

A booming roar echoed through the air in the battlefield as a bluish white beam of fiery energy sliced through the hurriedly made battle line of the Industrialists, incinerating weapons and soldiers alike. Inferno went into a mid-air barrel roll as he banked to the side, narrowly dodging a ballisa shot to his left wing, unleashing a fireball at the attacker responsible, the black, white and blue shades of flame tearing through the air and colliding with the Ballista, obliterating it on impact, no sign left that it had ever been there, a massive scorch mark on the ground where the fireball hit. as Rutus took command of massive roots tearing forth from below, swinging around like monsterous tentacles that had led to some fearful screams of Kraken among the soldiers as they scrambled out of the way to avoid the roots. a bombardment of Acid came from the sky as the Green Flight pushed the Industrialists back alongside the Red Flight, the two flights making good use of their weapons to compliment eachother, with the Greens making the initial hit to weaken the targets and the Red launching fireballs to finish the job. the White flight were making use of their magic as they managed to take charge of some of the Industrialists' bodies, causing them to turn on their bretheren, as Felstranus launched reddish balls of electricity at the foes, the sheer power of it working almost as good as fire against the humans. the Industrialists had begun a panicked retreat inward, though the Dragons easily outpaced them, cutting off their path as streaks of multi-coloured light flew from the ground forces on the batlefield, the mages casting curses and spells of all sorts on the Industrialists, as silvery arrows flew from the bows of the skilled Elven archers, the Dwarves hacking targets in two with their axes and pummeling them with their hammers, some falling victim to a panicked soldier's blade in a defensive blow, as the Centaurs galloped forward, massive double handed broadswords in hand as they cut through the opposition, Minotaurs and several of the Rangers' riders in hot pursuit...

[Doc 42]

Drionach observed the slaughter from the skies, retracting from the battle... It was as sure a victory as they came but in it he saw ultimate defeat... dragons clouded the skies raining devestating spells and powers onto the industrialists, the so called 'lesser races' storming them on land. He watched as a fireball engulfed several dwarves as they charged out of the barracks... Low diving dragons getting skewered in volleys of arrows and falling to the ground, dead. Freindly fire was to be expected in such a large attack, but it still hurt all the same to see it happen. Worse where the sights of his own flesh and blood taken apart in mid air by industrialist weapons, he had seen a young silver take a cannon ball to the shoulder, said dragon falling to the ground, left to die, un-noticed by the white dragons healing the fallen... The whites annoyed him at this point. They seemed more preoccupied with hindering the enemy rather than saving the lives of their allies.

All of these minor annoyances drifted into the much bigger picture of the scale of the entire attack, an enourmous army of every race ripping the industrialist fort apart with vengence for every soul lost to their hellish weapons.
He couldn't find the words to describe what he was watching... It wasn't an army.. more of a furious mob... albeit, a devestating mob... He wondered silently about alerting this to the other emperors and how they would react.... This was how dragons fought, it would infuriate them to speak out against their tactics...
He reasoned that maybe he wouldnt have to, everything was going well, resistence was almost non existant, many of their forces already celebrating...

It was no use. It couldn't be ignored... He would organise his own troops accordingly but he could only hope the rest knew what they were doing. He very much doubted that, seeing each emperor swooping in and wreaking devestation in all directions, leaving their flights to their own devices. The silvers still followed his earlier orders.... Making occasional swoops in on targets and resisting the urge to swarm, instead sticking to 3 dragon-squads.

This was his upbringing showing itself, way back when, before even his first battle...

[Flashback]

He was on a cliff with Stimeak and Dramacus... looking down at the elves and rangers clashing in the middle of the hilltop... examining the ebb and flow of each side as they mingled and attempted to over power each other.... Each army twisting and turning like one great snake....

Dramacus rumbled quietly "There you have it... Drionach, tell me, what do you notice about how they move?" He answered faithfully "They twist and turn as one. Every soilder combined into a single entity of war battling another..." Dramacus gave a pleased rumble and hissed "Now.. Stimeak... what do you see?"

Typical. Stimeak gets to answer last so he can just copy what was said before him...
Stimeak snorted, scrutinising the battling armies before replying in typical 'stimeakish' fashion "I see a dragon smashing its head off its foe with no regard for the health of its skull..."

Dramacus let out a rumbleing chuckle and hissed "Very good, both of you... Drionach, your complete right. Their army acts like a living creature, each individual unit like an individual limb. Stimeak, while its obvious enough you were poaching off what Drionach said, you are correct too... Each individual limb fights with no regard for the safty of its fellow. While they are one being, it wars internally as much as it does externally. What results is a seisure.... However, as both sides experience seisures, its the one with the most violent twitching and strongest claws that prevails..."

After a short silence watching the armies, Stimeak growled reasonably "If I may add to that, copying your opponents stratagy is a crucial part of war... you have to give me points for that..."
Dramacus chuckled again and growled "True... but there are even finer rules for a trick such as that... I will let you learn them for yourself..."
[/flashback]

Drionach smirked, he had personally taught Stimeak the rules of copy catting. In their next lesson, he had made an idiots assumption when asked for his opinion, leaving Stimeak on his own, before changing his own story once his half brother was done...

But thats what he saw now. The panicing industruialists were flopping around like deranged fish.... The allied war machine crushing them in its fists while bringing its razor sharp teeth to bare, engulfing its own hands as much as its foe....


Meanwhile....

Stimeak trotted purposefully through the dark haunting cavern... twin streams of fire licking along the ground alongside him as the lighting system ignighted.... Three enormours stone statues seeping into view before him....

[TyrannoTitan]

Two sand guardians moved forward, eyes glowing intensely as they watched the back of the Industrialist's forces, speicifically a group of soldiers operating three large cannons, which were devastating the ground forces, the dragons above able to dodge the blasts, while their ground counterparts were at the mercy of the machines. Suddenly, the ground split out in many parts around the machines, sand soaring into the sky, forming into a massive clump above them, constantly being fed by the sand from the ground. The clump, now weighing tons, dropped from the sky, now a solid object, the soldiers screaming as they, with their machines, were crushed under the sand. Suddenly, the sand exploded in all directions, the soldiers near it being blasted forward as if they were hit by a cannon, while the others were covered in the sand, which remained on their bodies unnaturally...

Kerafrym soared through the air, turning his massive head as a small fishing village appeared in the distance. Not about to pass up the opportunity for destruction, the massive hybrid flew toward the village, soon reaching its outer limits. Suddenly he dove toward the ground, landing hard on a large building, crushing it with ease, debris sent in all directions, the people in the streets screaming in terror. Kerafrym unleashed a torrent of flames forward, which engulfed the people, obliterating the closer ones on contact, the flames even reaching a house behind them, melting the front of the house while also igniting the rest of it...

[Doc 42]

A haunting chill whistled through the air, Stimeak padded foreward, paying no heed to the atmosphere around him, puffs of vapour from his nostrils sending the mist surrounding the floor of the cavern swirling away... icy foot prints shined in his path, as if spiting the chill that would send lesser beings running... Stimeak had been waiting to reach this place.... Firey strips of light snaked along the towering walls either side of him, slowly illuminateing the daunting cavern. He still couldn't see the roof and both walls were at least half a mile away from him... The statues he had seen earlier about 200 meters away at this stage....

Gamal hissed "Ugh... why do they always have to make these places so big? And so damn dusty and dark.... can't you speed things up?"

Stimeak replied with a growl "Its liquid fire... if I try feed the flames, chances are i'll only end up blasting its fuel all over the place... I don't want to risk it."

His companion grunted unhappily, resting on top of the dragons head... The firey streams changed course, spreading across the back wall of the cavern, the roof still lost in shadow above.

Stimeak let out an annoyed hiss... the tiled floor gave away to steps leading up to a platform holding the towering statues... When he dragged these guys up from the dead, they better have a good explanation for the over dramatic lairs...

He crouched down and launched himself into the air, soaring up the steps and landing at the top, his claws clattering noisly on the ground... Infront of the stone giant's feet lay what looked like an altar, three stone figuires, identical to the statues, surrounded it. One, like an anthromorphic bull, very similar to a minotaur or tuaran, just covered in fur from head to toe... Another anthro creature, a strange dog covered in jewellery, the last a snake like woman, all of them were reaching out to the altar...

a blue pentagram slowly pulsed to life on the stone surface, the glow illuminateing the frozen statues lifeless faces. Gamal hissed softly "Stimeak.... your left fore-paw..."

He glanced down, seeing an un-earthly blue glow shining out from between his claws... He lifted the paw up, spreading it out flat in front of them, the rune of kerafrym tatooed with another blue pentagram identicle to the one on the altar. He looked over at Gamal, the spirit's eye's giving off a dull red glow... Gamal nodded. Stimeak looked back to the altar. He reached out, his claws spreading out and blocking out the glow.... He stamped his paw down, pressing it onto the altar.....

[TyrannoTitan]

Kerafrym laughed loudly as a fireball slammed into the village's town hall, causing its roof to collapse inward, the laugh itself sending a chill up every creature who heard its' spine. A group of knights galloped over to the dragon, and as quickly as they arrived, the lead knight was crushed under Kerafrym's massive clawed hand, the ground around his hand suddenly igniting. The flames snaked over in a zig-zagging pattern toward the remaining knights, who already began to flee, the unlucky one in the back suddenly found himself battling the flames, his horse's legs charred within seconds, causing the animal to fall to the ground, pinning the knight's leg under it. The knight screamed as the flames increased around him, melting skin, bone, and even the metal of his armor in seconds. Kerafrym laughed once more, his booming voice echoing around the destroyed village, only the crackling of the flames and the occasional scream heard around the village now...

[Doc 42]

Suddenly, a white ball of light colided with the massive dragons head a small circle of flames bursting into life on his scales... The robed man responsible for the spell leapt off the pilar he was standing on, knowing how quickly dragons could react to attackers. in mid air, he shouted out loudly "Avian gravitus!" The feather fall sell immeidiately took effect and he slowed, drifting down to the ground safely... The man's wrinkled and bearded face was covered in soot blowing from the blazing fires engulfing the town... A burning inn right next to him was on the verge of collapse, flames and smoke bellowing out of the windows....

He was part of a group of wizards here to slay this dragon... having finally tracked its trail of destruction to here...