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The Tempest

Navidelynn

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Leore - Near Noria
After the Second Surge
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She hated flying low, even though you had to do so in order to hunt but it was especially distasteful when she was over human settlements where eyes could lift up to see the massive dragon wing span soaring above them. Point their greedy little fingers and follow the direction she was going to. It enticed fear and considering the recent events of the Second Surge, it was worse for her kind now. Sure, seeing her kind before would have spiked the worry of a dragon coming down to slaughter all... but now it was true. Where those stupid mortals had been safe from possible attacks, least they had angered a dragon to warrant then that was on them, it was now going to be a commonplace out of no where assault. The Myst had turned half of her kind mad. Frenzied to attack any and all within it's sight. No discrimination. And while it was all within her right to let those hoards do their part in wiping out the useless race of mortals... it would also spur another dragon hunt.

She could hide away, wait until the murdering had all be completed and lived out her days waiting for her own hunter to appear. The solace would be kind of nice or course. The quiet that the wait would bring before her end... but then she had nothing to really live for did she? It seemed like a waste of a life where she might spare the same fate she endured of another mated pair. If there were any left that is. She had no way of knowing if any nests would survive this.

Addle mind wandered on these thoughts as she followed the bloodied path of one such dragon she was hunting down. Her choice made and set, to kill any of the turned in hopes of lessening the blows to the survivors. Perhaps she could make a difference rather than squander it. She could take another mate... the thought occurred to her and yes, she pined for one... they would have to change their ways in breeding if they were to thrive... but it was ingrained in them. Old dogs...new tricks and all that.

"There you are... you sure make a mess in your wake don't you." She spotted her prey from her low vantage point, a young Wyvern that had spotted the group of soldiers on the other side of the forested path. If she could get to the Wyvern before it did the soldiers then perhaps she could avoid their weapons as well. Of course ... to let the beast take out as many as it could was another thought she had. Let them do some of the work. Choices choices.

Although, by the looks of it... that would happen either way. She was still a distance off, for as she went into a dive towards the mad Wyvern... it had started its attack on the group of armed men.
 
Commander of the Stormborn

Alexios Marxan

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Dragons.

There weren't many dragons who made their way over to the Archipelago but the few that did often found that ships with ballistas made the port cities rather hard pickings. Sure they could probably fight a few but a dozen? A dozen, dozen? A few hundred?

No dragon had been foolish enough to approach Pryor in centuries and that meant one thing for him; he wanted to kill himself a dragon! Obviously! If he managed to kill a dragon in single combat then he would be perhaps the only citizen of the Archipelago to slay one of the beasts in centuries.

And that meant prestige.

And prestige meant money.

And money meant prestige and on and on to infinity it would go. He would be happy enough to just be a little richer but to be richer in reputation and in actual physical wealth? Alexious could hardly wait. He had been given directions by the locals and he was on his fucking way. He'd elected to go alone, leaving his Company's officers to keep to the mission in Noria.

Leore was only nextdoor after all.

Alexios grinned as he watched the Wyvern he had been tracking attack a group of soldiers; weren't his men so he honestly didn't give a fuck. All he cared about was that after a very brief struggle the creature was chomping down on a soldier which meant it was grounded. Pulling the Myst connection tighter to him, something that had occurred since the second Global-Fuck-Up (as he called it), he gripped the fire he had created before launching it.

The flames were almost solid, sharpened to the point and shape of a javelin. It tore through some of the webbed flesh of it's left wing, tearing and burning in equal measure. He grinned, forming another one within his left hand as he held his sword in his right.

"Come on then Mad-Scale!"
he declared loudly, "Let's be having you, you overgrown fucking gimp suit!"


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Eulalie Cruxe

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It was just another day between rounds of bounties for Eulalie. She had a couple small ones stashed away but they weren’t exactly as she called “urgent.” In fact, they all slightly bored her. So instead, she set out to see what she could find next. Eulalie tugged at the hood of her cloak, as a slight breeze dared to whisk it off. She was walking along a forested path, surrounded by tall trees and overgrown bushes. It was a beautiful day but didn’t remember it being too windy. She looked up past the brim of her hood to see what was causing all the mess.

Never in her life did she think she would live to see the day. A dragon. Eulalie’s face lit up as she took in its magnificence. It was beautiful, majestic, and.. very angry. Oh god, was it angry. Or maybe it was just in their nature? Eulalie didn’t know a whole lot about dragons, just the stories she heard from clients and people from the bar but the stories wouldn’t match up to what was before her. Or rather, pretty far ahead of her. Eulalie figured there were others on the path but she didn’t make them out as she had wandered it. How long had they been fighting for her to catch up, she wondered.

Eulalie glanced around, not really sure exactly what to do. She was never trained to fight a dragon nor did she have proper equipment to do so but she wasn’t one to shy away from a good story. Eulalie ducked into the shrubbery and slowly approached from the sidelines to get a better look. She unsheathed one of her long daggers, holding it tightly and close to her chest. She knew it would be of no real match against something of this size and magnitude but figured it was better to be armed than not.

From the bushes, Eulalie watched the dragon attack and be attacked. Flames had destroyed part of its left wing. Incredible. “Whoa,” Eulalie whispered, unable to look away. It wasn’t until one of the soldiers flopped near her, screaming his heart out that Eulalie snapped back to reality. “Oh shit,” she exclaimed, reaching for the soldier as she realized his left arm was missing. Eulalie didn’t have any real medical ailments or bandages for that matter but quickly ripped the bottom of her dress to wrap it around the open wound, pressing down to stop bleeding as much as possible.
 
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Syvar Daeus

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The convoy had made slower progress than Syvar would have liked, even with a Gryphon present beasts had waylaid them at every turn but that the caravan guard could handle, and if they could not, Avalanche certainly could, but not every monster has its equal.

The Avalanche stopped dead in his tracks, his head held high as the Gryphon suddenly began to survey his surroundings, the caravan driver directly behind them cursed. "We are delayed enough without your bloody Gryphon blocking the way."

He ignored the merchant, turning instead to the squire attendant, "Avalanche is nervous, and they're a few beasts that match him for power or weight in the region." Syvar glanced to the Gryphon's wings unfurled slightly ready to take off at a moment's notice and making himself appear that much bigger.

A whistling sound filled the air and the Avalanche turned up towards the treeline, glaring expectantly into the mists illuminated by a flicker of flame. He didn't need to witness its intended target to know they had come under attack or at the very in imminent danger.

"Percutio."
The Gryphon Knight extended his hand gripping the spear as it materialised, just as the Wyvern came screeching into them and crashing against the rear of the supply caravan, taking several of his men with it. Those who weren't immediately crushed by the force of the impact found themselves face to face with a young but crazed Wyvern whose teeth made short work of their leather and padded armours.

Others darted for cover and more than a few scattered trying to flee the scene, Syvar grunted, throwing the spear into the back of one of these men. He didn't like it, but they would be dead in the wilderness anyway, "If that one must die to inspire the rest of you, so be it."

"We're bloody lucky, it didn't hit our front, now take the men and keep the caravan moving Avalanche and I will cover the rear."


"Ser." The squire leapt back to rally the remaining guard and civilians if indeed any still existed. He could instil confidence in his own men, the rest remained yet to be seen.

The Gryphon was quick on his feet, charging into a leap against the Wyvern it reacted by leaping back in time to prevent the rending talons finding purchase. It hissed watching one of the mares right themselves and gallop into the forest. Neither of them had faced a dragon before, and quite frankly Syvar didn't care much. He had a duty to fulfil.
 
The Tempest

Navidelynn

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The battle had started well before she got there, her diving form watching it all happen high above the treeline but quickly closing in. The Wyvern becoming a twisting mass of speedy strikes with maw to snatch at bodies and toss them like rag dolls. Flinging bodies behind it where tail lashed wickedly at any that were near it's flanks. Whip like tail would snap tree trunks as thick as a torso with resounding cracks, as if to finish the job of any that had been carelessly tossed behind it. Those tree's fell to it's mindless thrashing, sending tall evergreens in a groaning slow fall to the forest floor.

Its attention first finding that caravan and gleeful grin was not white teeth, but that of a bloody red which looked menacing among the darkened scales that no longer carried any color. A string of some tendon and shredded limb dangling down from it's chin to add to the menacing look. A pair of milk white eyes locked on the largest target there, but the rest it's prey escaping with little concern for the slow pace that mortals had. Soldiers that were brave enough to face it a mere morsel compared to the Griffon there. It slunk low to the ground as it started towards the Griffon, swiping at it and it's rider, only to hiss at sudden flames hitting it's wing. The Wyvern's head whipping in the direction amidst the chaos to find it's target.

Flames. She nearly laughed at seeing them spark from some mortal trying to harm the wild dragon. As resistant as a dragon's scales she was surprised to see some damage be taken from that attack, the thrashing making her wary of the Magi that were clearly there. It's wing being the target had scorched through the thin membrane, smart to ground it then yet that seemed to enrage the mad beast further. Blood stained maw opening up to return it's own burst of flame towards the one calling it Mad-scales. Leaving itself open for further attacks.

It held it's breath for three heart beats before Navi's dive was nearing a death plummet, and her wings extended out slow the impact. The sound of this wing snap stopped it's breath to turn towards her, screeching at her while moving out of the way; but not fast enough as her larger frame collided with it's own and the momentum of that impact was a sound of crunching bone and roars while the two of them tumbled in a tangle of limbs and snapping jaws. Kicking up dust and rolling into the treeline where they both stopped. The thrashing Wyvern de-tangling itself from Navi and leaping away from the larger prone dragon - it's wing useless but no less deadly.

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Commander of the Stormborn

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Oh great now others were getting involved! There were two people he could see, a Gryffin and another fucking scale-bound-bastard! How was he supposed to gain prestige for killing a mad Wyvern on his own if all these fucking idiots were going to jump in on his fucking kill?

The nerve of some people.

Of course then the Wyvern (and fuck that other dragon for showing up so he had to use the term Wyvern to describe the flying fire-rat instead of just calling it a fucking dragon like people without a thesaurus up their arse did) decided it would object to his burning through the webbing of it's wing and seriously, fuck it for thinking he wouldn't. But also fuck the stupid shit-for-brain reptile for thinking that fire was the best weapon against a fire magi.

Using his sword as a conductor, he reached out into the Myst and into the fire that headed towards him. Rather than attempting to beat back the flames he instead drew them into the blade. As the burst of flames emerged from the Wyvern they were sucked into the blade just as rapidly, the sound of air being displaced the main sound that rang through the air.

With his sword vibrating and now glowing red, Alexios swung it hard ahead of him, releasing all of the heat, air and fire that the sword had absorbed as a vivid red slash that tore a chunk of the ground up before it slammed into the side of the Wyvern's head, knocking it backwards even if the fire didn't actually do damage in and of itself; the concussive force was still a meaty hit to the creature's face.

He charged forwards.

"Mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine!"
he chanted as he charged in, grinning like a loon, "My kill ya bastards, get your own Wvrm to skullfuck!"



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Eulalie Cruxe

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Eulalie stared wide-eyed at the dragon as it thrashed around before realizing the trees around her started to crash down. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she exclaimed, flailing as she reached for the young man beside her. Unfortunately, she wasn’t able to grab him and carry him out in time as the trees falling became dangerously close. Making a judgement call, she left him behind in the wreck and sprinted her way out back to the main path. Eulalie grasped her dagger tightly as she stared, mouth slightly agape at the mess around her.

Now on the path, Eulalie watched as the Wyvern prepared itself to launch its own fire attack. Eulalie quickly unsheathed her throwing daggers and took aim, throwing a fury into the dragon’s mouth. Slowly, Eulalie started to back up. She wasn’t sure how her equipment was going to fare against something of this intensity but she wasn’t going to just stand there and watch. Behind her was a caravan and a crew of more fighters. This was going to be a blood bath, she thought.

And in fact, it was. The Wyvern was tearing the men apart, quite literally. Eulalie raced over to one of the now corpses, the blood still warm and pooling around the him, as she grabbed the man’s sword. She stashed away her long dagger and firmly grasped her new weapon. It was then when a second dragon joined. Eulalie reached back to grab her hair in a fist, watching the two dragons now wrestle among themselves. “Is this a joke?” she mumbled to herself, dumbfounded.

It was then, in her midst of confusion, that some man charged forward, repeating ‘mine, mine, mine.’ Eulalie couldn’t help herself from rolling her eyes. What are we? Children? “You can share!” she shouted, though she herself wasn’t particularly in sharing either. Eulalie grasped her sword tightly, lifting the tip off the ground to find her balance. It was much heavier than what she was used to but it was something she’s been trained on. She ran after the dragons wrestling, equally mesmerized and frightened. It was when the injured Wyvern separated that Eulalie lowered her sword once again and unsheathed more of her throwing daggers. Just as hastily as before, Eulalie launched at its eye.

Once more, Eulalie lifted her sword up, finding her balance, before also charging forward at the dragon.

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A deep breath and crackling growl radiated outwards from the Wyverns chest, summoning back Sanguine he prepared himself ready to cut through the dragon fire, even as Avalanche prepared to leap forward and strike for the head. Thankfully, his mount had the foresight not to leap in hearing the whistle of wind from above the wyvern did too and turned to meet a new danger. Another dragon.

"What in the Mysts is happening here?" He asked himself in disbelief, the dragons after exchanging their breath weapons crashed into each other creating a hurricane of talons and teeth that neither of them wanted any part in, by the time they had dislodged the landscape had changed with mud still boiling over into gloopy pools and a man running briskly towards the Wyvern. This beast was his prize but Syvar had more things to worry about than a claim to fame.

A girl had taken up similar disbelief and was now charging forward into the fray, that was rather brave but perhaps equally stupid. Still, he trusted them more than the Mountain Drake and Avalanche was wearily watching it recover from the scrap, "The Wyvern's wounded let's deal with that problem first."

Avalanche cooed in reply as if understanding and capitalised on the confusion by leaping in with a flurry of talons. This time more prepared the Gryphon hit its mark rending through armoured scales to tear away some flesh, the damage in the grand scheme of things was likely minimal but it did create an opening in its armour that Syvar exploited with a thrust of his spear before poising himself for its inevitable retaliation while positioning themselves to keep the other dragon in sight.

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