[centre][color=9e0b0f][i]Battle Brother Zerabil, Prophet of Vowzra, Blessed of Undasis

Level 23 Hero, 2 Khookies[/i][/color][/centre]

[color=9e0b0f][i]'Victors! To me!'[/i][/color] Zerabil shook himself from his reverie and gave out a thunderous command which reached everyone in Orabson with some Wi, [color=9e0b0f][i]'my people! Gather yourselves up and come to me, we must leave this place at once!'[/i][/color] upon his words, the town burst into life as people left everything they had, gathered up their families and made for Zerabil. He had spurred his horse and was now near the outskirts of the town, the fifty Brothers and Sisters of Vowzra's Victors encircling him. Slowly, people began to trickle into the defensive circle while Zerabil and his Victors kept a look out to ensure no more dragons were coming.

Things were quiet for half an hour as the people gathered themselves. As the last of Orabson's citizens gathered in the circle, the crystal dragon up in the air made a move. Before his very eyes, Zerabil witnessed the arrival of more skeletal dragons than he could count. The crystal dragon growled something to his minions before he disappeared.
[color=9e0b0f][i]'Let us be gone from here,'[/i][/color] Zerabil said, and his voice reached all. With the combined effort of Zerabil and his Victors, and with a feat of the discipline and focus Vowzra's Victors prided themselves for, all the people were lifted from the ground and began floating away at speed. Some of the dragons gave chase, but a few Wi attacks deterred them and they turned back towards the now deserted Orabson.

The roots of Orabil were once more mowing down the flying monstrosities, their flames and attacks simply twisting away from the tree and all things within its radius.
[color=007236][b]'Foolish Beings, Get Thee Away For You Stain The Purity Of This Place,'[/b][/color] the great tree's voice rumbled and the roots suddenly withdrew. There was no longer a reason to fight them, they posed no threat to the land or to Orabil and Zerabil had evacuated his people.

Then Sauranath burst out in his divine form and all things beneath him crumbled and were dust. Orabson disappeared and the very life was exterminated from the place. Even the skeletal dragons which had been summoned forth, dead as they were, crumbled into dust. Orabil, however, stood firm amongst the destruction, a bastion of life created by a mighty god and connected to the very Astral Home; the source of all life and the greatest concentration of life force. It was the living, beating heart of Galbar.

'I am coming for you,' Sauranath's terrible reptilian voice sounded and Orabil gazed upon the great dragon. It was a tree and he was a god, there was nothing it could do against him. And so, it closed its eyes and accepted Fate. The fire of the Great Reptile Sauranath enveloped the tree. The fire grew, leaping from branch to branch, bursting leaves and cracking the bark of the great tree. The fires were so potent that they pierced to the very centre of the immense tree and burnt the veins of life energy flowing to it from the Astral Home.

The Tree of Light's radiance was put out by the burning, crackling heat and light of the god's fire. It did not burn slowly, the flames were impatient and it was a simple matter of minutes before the enture tree was naught but a great charred pole, huge and black and ugly. A wooden claw tainting the skies of Arguilla.

Then the darkness returned.