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Post by Benjamin Freed on Jul 12, 2009 12:51:57 GMT -5
(ooc: my bad you where waiting for me.)
Freed had stared crimnals in the face hundreds of times. He's interigated people for information before and he knew the face of a blufff and this man wasn't bluffing not at all be hind that smile was something sinister, and calculating. This man wasn't insane he was confident. and it was the pride of the people the people around him that made him look like he was weaker than he was, and there for made his boast of power seem like pure insanity. Freed wasn't fooled He had already began making Charlie back up
"Everyone FALL BACK!" He shouted to his men.. Most did as he said the few arrogant enough to ingore the order where the ones that suddenly burst into flame and become piles of ash as the man they had cornered exploded.
In the middle of the scene the man had changed into a dragon and was tearing his troops to ribbons. Freed took charge. "ARCHERS TO THE ROOFS, PIKEMEN FORM A RING A ND FALL BACK. GET ROPESATTACKED TO THOSE ARROWS DON'T LET IT FLY AWAY!"
he looked to Muryllis. "Send up a red signal flare." Freed may not like magic but he wasn't fool enough to ignored it. he needed his men to be ready and he had told his seige builders to watch fror red flares If the saw one it nmeant that the Ballistas where needed and they where needed NOW.
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Post by Lord Muryllis II on Jul 13, 2009 22:15:52 GMT -5
The General's orders fell on deaf ears as Muryllis, eyes blazing with the desire for a good fight, ran straight for the rapidly growing dragon - temporary enchantments on his shield were enough to protect him from the roaring flames. His two guards, who had fallen back in time to survive the initial transformation, honored Freed's request; within moments, red smoke engulfed the dragon's body. Though it did not stand out too well, it surely must have irritated the beast's eyes...
And the Spellblade's, too, though a quick bit of charmwork freed him from the magical smoke's noxious fumes. As the dragon's wings unfurled, the Commander lunged for a hind leg and managed to get a secure grip before the hellish wing buffet laid him flat. He threw off his shield just as the beast took flight, and, holding on with his free arm, began to slice away at Bloodwing's pounding wings. While employing magic to break through a dragon's hide wasn't impossible, he was already in a risky situation; poking a few holes in his wing membranes, though, was a favorable approached.
"If you've entered a fair fight, you obviously did something wrong," he muttered, grinning like a maniac as the dragon gained altitude. It wouldn't be too long before his 'ride' was shot down, though, if the beast's wings couldn't hold any air, General Freed might find his ballistae unnecessary.
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Post by Antonio Firenze on Jul 16, 2009 11:55:06 GMT -5
Certainly, a dragon was a formidable opponent, right? Well, not so. Lord Muryllis had charged the dragon, and Antonio wasn't about to leave without causing his own hassle. The dragon would find this next bit amusing. Silver strands came from many of Antonio's servants, and began to wrap themselves around the dragon mid-flight. Did he honestly think he would get away?
Antonio smiled at the dragon, and laughed...
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Post by Bloodwing on Jul 16, 2009 13:27:14 GMT -5
Bloodwing was a dragon and he was not going to give up. He felt the sharp pain of the Blade in his wing. Which did nothing but piss him off even more Then Some sort of silver ribbons rapped themselves around his middle.
Bloodwing was sort of hovering now about 20 feet in the air and in about a moment for him to figure out what to do. He grinned, dipped his wings and dove right at the Chapel smashing into it rubble. and hopfully scraping off the parasite in the process. He landed in the sacred ruble turned and let loos another stream of white hot flame, incinerating more soldiers. Then he turned and ran away from the cowd spread his wings and tried taking off again.
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Post by Benjamin Freed on Jul 20, 2009 11:33:18 GMT -5
The ballista had to be ready by now. Why had they been fired? It didn't take long for Freed to figure out. The dragon was still inside the city if they started firing siege weapons into the city and missed they would be looking at even morre destruction. His men must have been waiting for the dragon to reach the city walls so they would have basically a point blank shot or so they could fire away from Avaren.
The dragon then crashed into the chapel. for all the spells the battle mage had protecting it they couldn't hold up to a full grown dragon throwing itself at it. Freed was in the mind that the Dragon was on the retreat the the dragon wasn't leaving without a parting gift. It released another torrent of fire unexpectedly. Freed ordered his men, the ones that where left anyway, to suround the red reptile, but the vile creature was already up and running. "GET BECK HERE YOU YELLOW-BELLIED BASTARD!"He shouted as he charged after the beast.To at the very least give Muryllis a horse to land on if he was still holding on.
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Post by Lord Muryllis II on Jul 20, 2009 22:44:35 GMT -5
It took all of the Spellblade's limited concentration to wedge a shield charm between himself and the rapidly approaching chapel walls, successfully protecting him from the unforgiving wrath of the proverbial rock and (red, fiery) hard place. As he slid farther down the dragon's hind leg, Muryllis pulled his sword out of the beast's wing; with luck, he managed to jam it between Bloodwing's scales, giving him an effective 'foothold'.
Within moments, the man was coated with dust and debris from the horribly victimized chapel. As he got his bearings, he could feel the beast taking off again, and so he thrust the blade, already slick with blood, deeper into its sinewy sheath. If nothing else, he hoped to tear a few ligaments and tendons; the damage, aside from causing terrible pain, would at the very least make Bloodwing unstable when he landed.
Unfortunately, he wouldn't be landing just yet.
As the dragon took flight, his Spellblade passenger began to wonder why he wasn't yet mounted on a flaming red pincushion. The enchanted signal flare was still pumping out red smoke, and yet he hadn't seen a single bolt from any of Freed's ballistae zooming past. This irritated him quite a bit; at least Antonio's spellcasters had figured out a plan. He hoped the silvery tethers would hold.
"Oi, down there," he cried, waiting for the moments between the deafening beating of wings to call to the general, "why hasn't this beast been pinned to a wall yet?! Are your siegemasters really that bad that they can't get a clear shot at a giant floating bag of-"
He cut himself off, returning his focus to the grip he had been maintaining on the dragon's leg. "Figures," he grumbled, "those idiots are lead by one of their own. Gotta do things yourself in this damned city." The battlemage drove his sword deeper, noticing that the creature's scales were scraping deep grooves into the blade. "Pathetic."
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Post by Nina Fawx on Jul 24, 2009 11:16:35 GMT -5
The sky suddenly began to darken, casting a shadow on the hulking scaled figure and the smoldering rubble beneath it. The fires that still burned in the surrounding area cast a hellish light upon the dead bodies scattered about the scene and those that still lived. The sky rumbled and with a flash and a booming crack, a bolt of lightning struck close to the behemoth.
With the flash of lightning came a loud screech like the cry of a falcon. Moments later, a golden blur of feathers appeared out of the clouds and slammed directly into the side of the large red dragon with enough force to knock any of its kind to the ground. Cruel talons dug into the scaly hide as the new arrival wheeled away from its opponent, but the same deadly weapons managed to gently pluck the Spellblade from his precarious perch. Its limbs were not quite made to reach its back while flying and the golden winged beast needed both talons, so it came up with a creative solution. The new creature suddenly released its catch and dove swiftly under the falling human to catch him on its back. It hoped the human wouldn't mind the freefall too much.
The swift assault lasted only a few moments and in the chaos it caused, it was impossible to determine what exactly the creature was. Once the creature was a safe distance away from its scaly foe, it finally stopped moving and proudly stretched its golden wingspan out in full display. And the creature's identity became unmistakable...
The head was that of an eagle, but for the long tufted ears that resembled a mixture of a lion’s and a horse’s. The feathers of the eagle reached to about the creature's mid-back where the fur of a lion began. Its entire back portion was that of a lion, including a long tufted tail. Its front quarters still had the the lion's fur, but ended in sharp eagle’s talons. Its eyes were gold and feral with black sclera. The creature's coloration was golden throughout; feathers, fur, and all, but for the inside of its wings and the tips of its feathers and beak. These were a dusky brown, almost black. All in all, it was about half of the size of the dragon.
It was a gryphon.
A gryphon in Avaren made almost less sense than a dragon's presence in the city. Gryphons made their nests far from these lands and one had not been seen in the area for centuries. Its appearance at the church did, however, make sense to both the gryphon and any who knew the legends. For centuries, the gryphon had been a symbol of the church because of its perfect combination of land and sky, or earthly and heavenly, aspects. The gryphon cared little for the humans' religion, but those of the church had always been kind to the creature and respected it and its territory when others had not. Added to this was the fact that the gryphon had always enjoyed the beauty of the architecture of the church. When it had seen smoke and fire, curiosity had forced it to investigate and curiosity soon turned to rage at the sight of a church burning beneath a dragon.
A female voice spoke softly in the mind of the human upon the gryphon's back, "I apologize for my entrance, but I simply cannot stand dragons and you seemed to be having a bit of difficulty with this one. I wish to help. How may I assist you?"
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Post by Bloodwing on Jul 26, 2009 0:30:00 GMT -5
Well if that wizard wasn't going to let go then it was his own funeral if he was still there once he got to the cave the wizard would be lunch, it was just that simple. He began rising ignoring the agony being caused by his passenger. Then the sky clouded up and lightning tore through the sky. He caoulf eel the heat of the electricity. and and wheeled out of the way and into the Talons of a gryphon.
With a feral snarl of rage the dragon was forced to the ground bowling over houses and other buildings of business in the process. He craned his neck around and snapped his powerful jaws had he caught the beast the fight with the pest would be over. But then thae gryphon fled., The mage was gone and bloodwing was basically unharmed. He was a bit pissed at being torn from the sky but he was free everyone was preoccupied with the gryphon This was his chance. Bloodwing got to his feet Got back in the air and flew off.
Reaching the walls he heard the thiunk of large woden projectiles being shot out of the ballistae. But Bloodwing had already gotten up to speed and was gone the large man sized arrows hit the ground.
(ooc: thanks for the means of escape.)
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Post by Benjamin Freed on Jul 26, 2009 0:40:43 GMT -5
Freed, was PISSED! It had gotten away. That bloody bird had let the dragon get away. Freed wheeled back around and followed the Gryphon back to the croud of burnt, tired and bloody soldiers. "GET SOME CHAINS!" Shouted the maddened general to his troops. and in moments that gryphon was surrounded by soldiers.
"Okay bird brain, you wanna help how about replacing the housed you knocked the dragon into. I almost had him. Mury was slowing the Beast down He was almost withing range of my siege weapons and you pop out of the sky and safe the god forsaken reptile. Give me reasons why I shouldn't chain you up and turn you into an all you can eat poultry feast."
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Post by Nina Fawx on Jul 26, 2009 11:52:34 GMT -5
The gryphon hovered in place for a moment, both puzzled and annoyed. The dragon had plummeted to the ground below and had connected with the target quite nicely. He'd landed a bit off target, destroying a neighboring home in the process, but even the best laid plans may go awry and this one, of course, had been rather spur of the moment. But, overall, the gryphon was rather proud of her work.
So it was, of course, a great surprise when the dragon rose from the rubble and took off like he'd not been bothered in the least by the assault of the mages, soldiers, spellblade, or gryphon. The red behemoth had been slashed in several places by a weapon coated in enchantments, which the gryphon knew from experience even magical beings were not entirely invulnerable to. She'd noted as she had grabbed the spellblade from his perch, that his weapon was lodged in a joint that would make it quite uncomfortable to move or do battle. Not to mention that she'd personally raked his side with her talons and taken a few scales off his filthy hide in the process. When she'd slammed into the oversized lizard, he'd had some sort of silver cords wrapped around him, keeping him from getting too far away. They were of magical origins, so she'd assumed they would have been able to withstand the dragon's impact, unless the caster had been knocked back by it.
The gryphon was shocked at the end result. Either they were dealing with some force greater than a simple dragon or some fickle God had intervened on his behalf. In either case, the gryphon cursed at her bad luck. The dragon had somehow miraculously managed to escape and now the foolish little humans were blaming her. She scoffed at their petty need to lay blame on someone or something when they had made little progress with the dragon even before her arrival and it would have only been a matter of time before he'd broken free.
The gryphon was at an impass, trapped between the desire to follow the dragon and to just leave and wash her feathers of this foolishness. But she still had the spellblade on her back and she was reluctant to leave, lest the humans assume she was abducting him. And the humans were making it quite difficult for her to attempt to drop him off. She was going to have to speak with them. The gryphon sighed, the situation feeling all too familiar to past events.
She spoke to the mind of the general, "Go ahead and try, I'm a much smaller target than the dragon you could not seem to shoot down earlier. You may miss and take out your own petty city. That aside... I would like to return one of yours to you, if you will allow me."
Then she spoke again to the spellblade, hoping that he at least would side with her, "I am sorry that beast escaped. But I have a particular ability that may be of assitance to you. I can sense treasure wherever it is hidden. Dragons have a tendency to hoard it and I can assure you his lair will be quite easy for me to find."
(OOC: I'd fly after you, but I need to wait for Muryllis to respond. I can't godmode and just take off with his character lol. And the gryphon was talkin just to Muryllis. Not everyone can hear that. XD Sorry to be nitpicky... But it's kinda weird to respond to something you cannot hear.)
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