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Rynn deepend the kiss as they layed on the bed. She pressed her body more againts him.
"At the foot of Mount Tibor, surrounded and outnumbered, the Order's only chance lay in this sword - the Runeblade.
The weapon was borne by the warrior Heron, and the dragon, Arokh. As the armies clashed, Navaros entered a mystic trance, drawing power for a massive spell of destruction. With the stolen strength of his dragon's soul, Navaros had grown far mightier than any mage before him. As the words of destruction rose to his lips, a lone dragon came shrieking from the clouds, weaving amidst the streams of lightning and fire that flooded the sky. On Arokh's back, Heron gripped the Runeblade in both hands, and with one final cry, drove it deep into Navaros' blackened heart. All sound went silent somehow, in the moment of the act. The tremendous forces Navaros had summoned were unleashed without direction. The clash of swords was heard no longer, and blackness hung over the field. When at last the smoke cleared, the two great armies lay decimated. Where Navaros had stood, a wound-like rip had been torn in the very fabric of space. In the smouldering crater below, Heron lay dead, the Runeblade broken in two at his side. In that blackened pit, only the dragon Arokh still clung to life..."
Legend of the Order of the Flame, of Arokh the Hero and Heron the Mighty Rider of how they saved the world of Drakan...
Awz! *gives pretty clothes* Wait, is Cyrus on top of her? x3
Rynn slowly opened her eyes and looked into his'. She slowly carresed his cheek "I love you too."
"At the foot of Mount Tibor, surrounded and outnumbered, the Order's only chance lay in this sword - the Runeblade.
The weapon was borne by the warrior Heron, and the dragon, Arokh. As the armies clashed, Navaros entered a mystic trance, drawing power for a massive spell of destruction. With the stolen strength of his dragon's soul, Navaros had grown far mightier than any mage before him. As the words of destruction rose to his lips, a lone dragon came shrieking from the clouds, weaving amidst the streams of lightning and fire that flooded the sky. On Arokh's back, Heron gripped the Runeblade in both hands, and with one final cry, drove it deep into Navaros' blackened heart. All sound went silent somehow, in the moment of the act. The tremendous forces Navaros had summoned were unleashed without direction. The clash of swords was heard no longer, and blackness hung over the field. When at last the smoke cleared, the two great armies lay decimated. Where Navaros had stood, a wound-like rip had been torn in the very fabric of space. In the smouldering crater below, Heron lay dead, the Runeblade broken in two at his side. In that blackened pit, only the dragon Arokh still clung to life..."
Legend of the Order of the Flame, of Arokh the Hero and Heron the Mighty Rider of how they saved the world of Drakan...
Rynn kissed him back, more softly. Her body (only the part with her wrist) pressed againts his. She felt her heart race and lightly blushing.
"At the foot of Mount Tibor, surrounded and outnumbered, the Order's only chance lay in this sword - the Runeblade.
The weapon was borne by the warrior Heron, and the dragon, Arokh. As the armies clashed, Navaros entered a mystic trance, drawing power for a massive spell of destruction. With the stolen strength of his dragon's soul, Navaros had grown far mightier than any mage before him. As the words of destruction rose to his lips, a lone dragon came shrieking from the clouds, weaving amidst the streams of lightning and fire that flooded the sky. On Arokh's back, Heron gripped the Runeblade in both hands, and with one final cry, drove it deep into Navaros' blackened heart. All sound went silent somehow, in the moment of the act. The tremendous forces Navaros had summoned were unleashed without direction. The clash of swords was heard no longer, and blackness hung over the field. When at last the smoke cleared, the two great armies lay decimated. Where Navaros had stood, a wound-like rip had been torn in the very fabric of space. In the smouldering crater below, Heron lay dead, the Runeblade broken in two at his side. In that blackened pit, only the dragon Arokh still clung to life..."
Legend of the Order of the Flame, of Arokh the Hero and Heron the Mighty Rider of how they saved the world of Drakan...
Rynn looked around with her eyes only, hearing a mighty wing flap. Soon, a louder than Death's roar was heard, the ground shaking ever so lightly. Rynn looked out from the window, the daylight turned into night, the sun covered by a huge, black dragon figure... (making form once I'm on the computer x3 )
"At the foot of Mount Tibor, surrounded and outnumbered, the Order's only chance lay in this sword - the Runeblade.
The weapon was borne by the warrior Heron, and the dragon, Arokh. As the armies clashed, Navaros entered a mystic trance, drawing power for a massive spell of destruction. With the stolen strength of his dragon's soul, Navaros had grown far mightier than any mage before him. As the words of destruction rose to his lips, a lone dragon came shrieking from the clouds, weaving amidst the streams of lightning and fire that flooded the sky. On Arokh's back, Heron gripped the Runeblade in both hands, and with one final cry, drove it deep into Navaros' blackened heart. All sound went silent somehow, in the moment of the act. The tremendous forces Navaros had summoned were unleashed without direction. The clash of swords was heard no longer, and blackness hung over the field. When at last the smoke cleared, the two great armies lay decimated. Where Navaros had stood, a wound-like rip had been torn in the very fabric of space. In the smouldering crater below, Heron lay dead, the Runeblade broken in two at his side. In that blackened pit, only the dragon Arokh still clung to life..."
Legend of the Order of the Flame, of Arokh the Hero and Heron the Mighty Rider of how they saved the world of Drakan...
Alright. He was only louder because he was closer XD
Deathwing's eyes shot open. He slowly got up, and opened up his mouth. He opened his wings, and flew off. He scorched the Earth beneath him. He landed near a village, and smothered the humans with his massive talons. He roared loudly, and then flew off for further destruction.
Cyrus got up and stood beside Rynn. Delos' eyes were shot open, but he was still laying there.
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Name: Sitka (same pronouncing as -- Sidca ) Gender: Female Personality: Very dangerous and unpredictable. She rarely even comunicates with other dragons. Sitka can often attack and could destroy a major city on her will any time she pleases. She is almost unstoppable, but she could still be beaten by DeathWing or Onyxia. Good or Evil: Destruction level: Extremely Massive. She brings all tornados, tsunamies and storms underneath her wings. History: Sitka was born in the shadows of the Earth. She was and still is feared by everyone. Many people think the day for a night as she flies under the sun, her massive size covering the daylight. She seeks destruction only. Family: None Crush: --- Mate: --- Pic: Other: DeathWing
"At the foot of Mount Tibor, surrounded and outnumbered, the Order's only chance lay in this sword - the Runeblade.
The weapon was borne by the warrior Heron, and the dragon, Arokh. As the armies clashed, Navaros entered a mystic trance, drawing power for a massive spell of destruction. With the stolen strength of his dragon's soul, Navaros had grown far mightier than any mage before him. As the words of destruction rose to his lips, a lone dragon came shrieking from the clouds, weaving amidst the streams of lightning and fire that flooded the sky. On Arokh's back, Heron gripped the Runeblade in both hands, and with one final cry, drove it deep into Navaros' blackened heart. All sound went silent somehow, in the moment of the act. The tremendous forces Navaros had summoned were unleashed without direction. The clash of swords was heard no longer, and blackness hung over the field. When at last the smoke cleared, the two great armies lay decimated. Where Navaros had stood, a wound-like rip had been torn in the very fabric of space. In the smouldering crater below, Heron lay dead, the Runeblade broken in two at his side. In that blackened pit, only the dragon Arokh still clung to life..."
Legend of the Order of the Flame, of Arokh the Hero and Heron the Mighty Rider of how they saved the world of Drakan...