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| Tweet Topic Started: Jul 28 2013, 02:16 PM (50 Views) | |
| Zhana | Jul 28 2013, 02:16 PM Post #1 |
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Goddess of Forge and Flame
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Touchstone Range, not a place she would usually travel to for any reason, but this was something rather special, a chance to test some of her work. The Goddess of Fire stood tall as she reached out with her power and found the fires that were burning within the orc camp a mile or so away. The Goddess smiled, it was late afternoon and the sun wouldn’t set for some time, so the fires were only there for cooking not heat. It didn’t matter though, there was a bounty posted with this band of orcs, they had been raiding farms and small villages for a few months now and the local guard and authorities had been unable to stop them. Upon hearing this Zhana knew it would be a perfect time to have her companion, Krukov, test out his new toys that she had made for him. Krukov was one of the famed Areia, a huge desert beast with natural protective bone plate over his head and long sharp claws at the end of powerfully muscled legs. Krukov was an exceptional example of his kind, at the height of his abilities and strength, he was prideful with good reason and had a rather bad temper that only Zhana seemed to be able to quell. But Krukov had even more reason to be prideful of himself and his strength; Zhana’s additions to his body. She had forged him plate armour from a rare metal that she had learned to create adding it to his natural bone plate, undulling mithril not covered his claws, allowing him to shred through some of the strongest items around. But before this test Zhana had added three more additions, much to the big brutes liking! First was protective plate for his otherwise soft underbelly, essentially covering one of his only vulnerable spots. Second was along his tail, a this yet strong metal covered it, allowing it full flexibility for balance when Krukov ran at full speed, and he could lash it around as well. The latest addition, well… you’ll see. Zhana and Krukov both stopped their trek well outside of the orc camp before, there was about a hundred of them or so, a good force for testing on. It was easy to see that the Areia was itching to get his claws bloody. ”Easy, just a few more minutes, I don’t think you’d want any of them to get away, would you?” Zhana asked with a grin and the beast gave a huffed, harsh laugh. Normally a rather peaceful woman, Zhana had no problem using the orcs as living test subjects for her creations, whatever helped her know what she was making was in working order, though she had no doubt that it was. It came down to Krukov wanting to test it more so than Zhana, he was a beast of hunting and killing and the Shield Islands where he now resided with Zhana provided fewer opportunities to fight then in the desert of his home. ”Right, you know the plan, you ready?” She asked and Krukov snorted. ”Thought so, get ready…” Zhana reached out to the fires burning in the camp below and snuffed them all the same time, the instant after that a massive ring of fire light up around the camp perimeter, trapping anything within. It didn’t burn the ground it was, however, Zhana had respect her Brother Earth to do such a thing to his realm, no, it was merely to keep the orcs in place. Without waiting another second, Krokov moved forward so he could be seen and let out a bellow that shook the air around him and echoed around the valley. The orcs looked in terror at the beast now charging full tilt towards their camp, some grabbed weapons, some hid. A few tried to flee only to be made into ashes by Zhana’s firewalls. It was likely to be a one sided massacre, but these beasts had a bounty anyway, and, if they were all killed, they’d have no family to miss them. |
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| Taerinoth | Jul 30 2013, 02:07 AM Post #2 |
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Amir il Skorukh
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Two fiery orange eyes flashed open at the same moment the campfires were snuffed out. A large, feathered head lifted from the high, overhead rock, those same keen eyes narrowing as they watched the orcs scatter like ants under a glass lens refracting sunlight. The serpent had been watching these pests for almost a week now, as he, too, was aware of the same bounty as the Goddess of Flame and Forge, though he had no way of knowing she was exactly the one responsible for stealing his reward right out from underneath him. He had been intending on decapitating every single creature and spearing their heads as show for his turn at the bounty, but the warmth of the sun on his rock had lulled him to nap instead. Here he had remained, consciously aware of the going-ons of the orcs but not deeming them a bother in the mean time. The dragon, named Taerinoth in his true form, let out a low hiss of aggravation as he slithered from the rock and took to the air with broad, feathery wings. His silhouette against the lazy dusk sky, absent of the sun's full light, gave no hint to his coloration, which was a most luscious cream-white when not hidden by the darkness. Taerinoth almost made it into the camp when the goddess's ring flared to life before him. He gave an angry scream, feeling the unnatural heat nearly singe the long, beautiful primary feathers from his wingtips as he was forced to alight just outside the circle. He could hear the shrieks of the orcs, as delightfully blood-curdling as they were, and reared up to his full height in an attempt to see over the wall of flame before him. Two orcs raced towards the wall, oblivious to the dragon's presence beyond it, only to disintegrate with nary a gasp once they tested a jump over the fire. Taerinoth's eyes flared wide open in disbelief, his wings thrust wide and pumped ferociously to lift him high over the ring. He was mightily tempted to give a challenging shriek, but thought better of it as he spiraled into the camp with the idiot creatures. Who challenges my claim to these wretches? he bellowed mentally in the Common tongue, his call strong enough to prostrate every orc within twenty feet of him. The serpent had to communicate telepathically in his true form, as his mouth could not manipulate words properly otherwise. This was not to say that he could not understand spoken languages, as this was quite the opposite. A sudden, out of place bellow startled him upright. He reared up again, eyes dancing this way and that as he searched for a magi or perhaps demon capable of generating a fire with the characteristics of the flame wall around the camp. It never crossed his mind that perhaps it was a divine show of power, even just for amusement, that was merely meant for the orcs. I do not find it amusin-- He had no chance to finish expressing his irritation, except in a howl, as he used his wings to hop back away from the strange beast that barreled into the tents nearest his left. This was like no creature he had ever seen before, and it showed no fear in his presence, perhaps because it was nearly the same size as he was when his wings were furled to his sides. Mel andilar borun miranol! he roared in his native tongue, sending mental waves of rage boiling out over the strange beast. He screamed wordlessly once more before launching himself up into the air over the creature, his mouth split wide open as slaver dripped from his fangs onto the beastie below. The dragon dropped down on the other being, his wings acting as a veil as they wrapped around the beast to shield and confuse its vision. Taerinoth hissed irritably before striking, cobra-like, at the part of the Areia's back not hidden by the natural bone fringe on its head, his razor-sharp teeth seeking purchase in the flesh but striking sparks as they skidded across the plates attached there. This denial drew a furious, guttural noise from the serpent as he struck several more times, each with no effect on the strange beast. Romathis! he snarled viciously, confused and wroth that he could not defeat this foe. |
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| Zhana | Jul 30 2013, 02:25 PM Post #3 |
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Goddess of Forge and Flame
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Zhana watched from her own perch as Krukov charged in, uncaring as to what he trampled or charged over in front of him. The Goddess couldn’t help a small smile in satisfaction, this would be a good test of her work on the Areia. But as Krukov continued his rampage Zhana’s attention was suddenly taken to a huge figure coming in from the other direction heading towards the camp. A dragon! Not one that was related to her Fires, but a dragon all the same. Zhana thought for a seconds, why was this great beast here? What did it want? She no idea, at least not until she heard the strong mental call from the beast in her mind, Krukov, however, seemed not to notice it at all. So, the dragon was after the orcs as well? But why? Sport? Amusement? The bounty perhaps? Hard to know, but it didn’t matter really, Zhana grinned as she answered in kind with her own telepathy towards the dragon. My name is Zhana… She started, just as the Areia came crashing towards the dragon making it hop away into the air again as Krukov now took notice of the newcomer to the fight. He is Krukov. We knew not of a claim by anyone, or anything, on these orcs already, however, you can take the claim for all we care. But I kindly ask that you back away from a fight you cannot win, my Fire will not harm if you leave now. She informed, but only once would she do so. Privately to Krukov she spoke. If it doesn’t leave you may fight it, do not kill it however, unless truly necessary. She instructed and hoped that the big brute would follow. Krukov answered the dragon’s bellow in kind with one of his own, the waves of mental rage washing over him from the dragon did little but add to the Areia’s own fury. The dragon managed to land on him and started to attack his body, trying to strike at the soft flesh, but to no avail. Zhana’s plates protected him nearly everywhere and sparks rose up from the dragon’s claws instead of blood. From her place Zhana smiled as the dragon tried to claws her companion, her armour worked as it should. A dragon, however, was a better test than the orcs that were still running around the huge beasts, getting tramped on here and there. Krukov huffed a harsh laugh at the dragon’s attempts before retaliating. He started to buck his head back and forth and thrash, using the metal covered bone spike that jutted from his chin and the two horn like protrusions on the back of his skull to gore the dragon. While he thrashed he waited for a possible opening, if it came, he would drop suddenly and roll out from under the dragon. Only to rise quickly and bring up one huge paw in an attempt to swipe at the dragon with his mithril covered claws. Heedless of any orcs he may have rolled over in the maneuver. [ooc; been a while since I did a fight scene, please bear with me!] |
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| Taerinoth | Aug 2 2013, 07:10 PM Post #4 |
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Amir il Skorukh
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((lol! i think this is my first fight!)) The serpent growled at the goddess as she spoke, still unaware that she was the divine incarnation of the element he found most distasteful. Her words, however, made him reconsider his attack as he alighted from the beast he fought, his eyes narrowed against the dust being kicked up by the idiotic orcs scrambling all around them. Taerinoth hovered just beyond reach, studying his next move as he decided how best to confront what was apparently two beings instead of one. Mine, mey'mal, he snarled, mostly to himself as he realized this person knew little to none of his native language. It was useless to swear oaths at them if they knew not what he had said. The tumble with this beast below him drew his ire most, though. It made him completely forget he could breathe frostfire, as well, so infuriated was he. He flew just a bit higher, enough to see the entirety of the camp encircle below, before shrieking a warning as he tucked his wings in close and dove straight for the armored creature. He swung his talons out from under himself, aiming them at the bone fringe as he intended to yank it away from the neck and sink his fangs in there wherever he could. The Areia hurled this fringe at Taerinoth unexpectedly, raking the horns across his breast and ripping feathers free with a scream of alarm issuing from the dragon. He brought his wings around him with a massive whoosh of turbulent air, flattening what few nearby orcs were still up and about. His opponent dropped its bulk out from under him, making the serpent fumble to the ground in a heap of feather and wings as he was caught unawares by the new motion. Aaz! Aa- Mercy! he cried in defeat, the humiliation rolling off of him in droves. His opponent must not have understood, as it turned on him and raised a clawed foot high above him, striking it down hard on the shielding wing. Taerinoth had never felt such agony, for the metal claws ripped clean through the meat of his wing then down into the tendons and finally snapping two of the hollow bones that kept shape and gave power to his flight. Dii paal los dii oblaan! he screamed, coddling his spent wing as he flapped his good one wildly in the Areia's face. The last thing he wanted was to expose himself but in this instant, the dragon felt that a transformation was in order for him to escape this confrontation with his life. He mentally howled from the pain as he slipped into the much smaller form of a male humanoid, his cries turning vocal as he hugged a mangled, bloody arm against the long gouge across his bare chest. Mounds of long, tousled white hair shrouded his nakedness as he turned those same, smoldering orange eyes on his foe. "Enough! Enough! Stop this madness! I am now unarmed, nearly wholly!" he snarled at it, a thing close to hatred seething behind his eyes as blood flecked his pale lips. He looked a madman, crouched low to the ground, his eyes wide and unblinking as they were pinned on the male desert predator looming before him. The damned orcs, his entire reason for even bothering to get involved, were all but forgotten. |
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| Zhana | Aug 6 2013, 06:46 PM Post #5 |
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Goddess of Forge and Flame
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Krukov roared in triumph when his horns and chin spike caught their target as planned and tore feathers out of flesh. The dragon tried to rise to the air again, but Krukov’s sudden drop took the support out from under the dragon and made it crumple to the ground in a heap of feathers. The Areia turned and reached out to catch the dragon with his claws, being rewarded when he felt flesh and the warm sensation of blood running down his claws. He never heard the cry for mercy, as it was not a word that his kind knew anything about. The wing flapping in his face annoying, however, and he was about to tear it off totally… Zhana smiled, Krukov was doing well, and what few orcs were still trying to attack did nothing to him at all, their attacks easily ignored by the two huge beasts fighting within their camp. Some were deciding that the fire was a better way to go than being crushed so they dashed for the wall of fire and threw themselves upon it. However, as she watched her companion and the dragon, she saw an unexpected site; the dragon crying mercy. But before she could call out Krukov nearly tore the dragon’s wing off, wounding it badly. ”Too far, you had it at your mercy.” Zhana said to herself, she’d tell Krukov later. But when the dragon started to shrink in size to a male humanoid shape, Zhana quickly acted, her metal call striking Krukov hard enough to make him flinch, to force him to stop, though it would hit the dragon with less force. Enough! Krukov, you have won my friend, do not sully yourself by striking down a helpless opponent, at least not this one. Look back to the orcs and defend him until I arrive. She said, and Krukov huffed as he looked down at the pitiful thing now much small than he before looking back to the orcs. Zhana thought a single thought and she suddenly appeared before the dragon laying on the ground wounded, his nakedness not registering with her mind at the moment. ”As I said, I am Zhana, I apologize for my companion, he went too far by wounding you as he did. He will not attack you again, please, come with me, you don’t want to be in this area in a moment.” It wasn’t a request though as she reached out and touched him. In a blink they were both away from the camp back to where Zhana had been watching from before, and she had a great view of the mayhem below. Finish it, if you wish, though I’d like to see your new toy in use so I know that it works. Zhana called out, including the dragon in this as well. The Areia seemed pleased at this idea as he lumbered away from the camp outside of the circle and turned to face it again. There was maybe fifty orcs left in the camp, hiding where they could, but they could not hide from this. Zhana looked to the wounded one beside her. ”And this is why I wanted you out of the way.” She try and help heal him in a moment, though healing wasn’t her strong suit, she wanted, needed, to see this. Krukov howled and closed his eyes as he focused his mind, not easy for a beast such as he. The plate on his head started to glow dully and then brighter, but faded slightly. Relax, you can do it, just focus and relax. With practice you’ll be able to do this faster, I promise. Zhana called in a calm voice to her friend. It seemed to help as the glow became stronger and brighter in a few seconds and continued to get strong with each second. It lit the ground around the Areia’s feet and heated the air around his head before he had built up enough energy to release. Krukov roared as he leaned down as a pulsing ball of pure fire formed at the tip of the jaw spike before it grew as the heat from the plating melted into the ball. Another second later as it was finished as the ball blasted out into a thick beam of pure fire energy, eight feet in diameter and it reached past the camp by a good three hundred yards. It scorched to ash everything in its way, living and inanimate, earth and rocked included(she’s have to apologize to Syv later). Krukov started the beam at the left side of the camp and raked the beam to the right, when he was finished as the energy ran out, there was nothing left in the beam’s path but blackened earth and ash. Zhana said nothing, but the wide smile on her lips showed that she was very, very happy with the results. For now, the dragon was forgotten. |
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