by The Kingpin » Mon Feb 07, 2011 12:27 pm
less than an hours later, a booming roar tore out over the molten crater that was manchester. the volcanic crater seemed to erupt, large chunks of near-molten rock soaring hundreds of feet into the air, slamming down in the surrounding area. Inferno tore out of the black spire clad in a cloak of smoke and flames, the black wisps of smoke from the massive spire itself seeming to trail behind him, the Dragon beating his wings powerfully as he shot upwards at the edge of the crater, landing with a powerful thump on the ground below as a rumbling snarl reverberated in his throat, the Dragon rising from his crouched stance as he looked towards Deathwyrm and the Vulture Dragons a short distance away, the ground seeming to melt beneath his feet, fire billowing over his fin, wings, tail and eyes, the Dragon watching with a scrutinising gaze, thus far unimpressed...
"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!"
–William Beckett, Lore of Leyuna RPG