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by ~Supernatural Life~ » Fri Dec 10, 2010 10:16 am
(( Cracking sounds? Thats hard to do with Sitka

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Sitka slammed the skeleton-looking like ice dragon into a rocky mountain wall. Folding her wings back as she held him to the stabbing rocks, lightnings shot into Draakkl's wings, making them light up a white fire. Sitka's bleeding red eyes looked at him as she faded into thin shadow lines that soon disappeared. (as you might know, white fire can't be stopped by anything )
"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...
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by ~Supernatural Life~ » Fri Dec 10, 2010 10:23 am
News flash - Sitka faded 
The flames got Draakkl lured - instead of making him bigger, they sank into his body, melting him slowly from the inside-out, but slow enough, so the much he used them, the more he melted.
"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...
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by ~Supernatural Life~ » Fri Dec 10, 2010 10:37 am
(( Fire VS. Ice ... Think about it, Draakkl ice Ice surrounded by flames. ))
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The flames turned red and chained Draakkl to the ground. Tightening the grip, the flames red, they sank into him.
Rynn woke up, her lips blue. She looked up at Arokh, then at Cyrus and Delos.
"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...
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by riddlestyx » Fri Dec 10, 2010 10:50 am
(( Ah, but Draakkl is undead. So it wouldn't really get him hurt. ))
Draakkl, Cyrus and Delos
Draakkl hissed, and ripped off the chains. He flew off, and drenched the forest beneath him in ice.
Cyrus ordered Delos to fly over to them. Delos snorted, and did as he was told. "Is she alright?" Cyrus asked.
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by ~Supernatural Life~ » Fri Dec 10, 2010 10:55 am
Nom nom
Arokh fell to the ground along with Rynn fainting. Her body was freezin cold as they both layed there.
"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...
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by riddlestyx » Fri Dec 10, 2010 2:53 pm
Sweet Mustard
Cyrus leaped straight off of Delos from the sky. He plummeted through the air, his feet still beanth him, and landed perfectly on a branch in a tree. He leaped down to the ground, and dashed over to Rynn. "Rynn!" He leaned over, and pulled her up. "Rynn..." Delos landed hard in the distance, and watched Cyrus. Cyrus felt Rynn extremely cold. He slowly pulled her off Arokh, and whistled for Delos. The dragon bounded over, "Yes?" Cyrus looked up, "Warm her. Them both." Delos snorted, but didn't argue. He leaned down, and heated the woman. Then he turned to the dragon, and did the same. Cyrus carefully placed Rynn in his lap, still holding her.
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by ~Supernatural Life~ » Fri Dec 10, 2010 6:50 pm
Gawd Mornin' Yall!
Rynn's eyes slowly began to open. She looked around with her eyes only, then up at Cyrus. She slowly wrapped her hands around him in a hug, still feeling a bit cold. Arokh woke up, his head lifting first. He looked around, then at Delos. He nodded a thanks and looked at Rynn and Cyrus.
"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...
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