[b]Mirtagn[/b]

The great crystalline dragon is an enormous serpentine like freak of strength and intelligence. He soared throughout the world, wondering at the odd things of the world. The armies involving themselves in conflicts, with the population of the mortals finally beginning to reach a significant level, they poured themselves into combat, some using the art of Wi, the others using spells and wizardry to fight. The dragon soared throughout the skies looking down below himself. . . noticing that the problem of dragon slayers continued. The Strong Tribe was going to be paid a visit. . . Ialu was more powerful even than Mirtagn, but [i]negotiations [/i]would begin now. A resounding voice was heard throughout the Strong Tribe. . . Mirtagn breathed crystalline empowered breath, which would, no doubt, beggin shredding enemies to pieces. Mirtagn soared throughout the skies above the town, with magical barriers rose up against Wi slinging and counter spells already on him, warding him from attack and incantation.

This dragon, wise and powerful, beautiful and full of reflection in his voice was clearly enraged. Mirtagn screamed, this scream was supernaturally filling all who heard it, except the children, the old and other civilians or already injured people inside their homes. . . they heard the roar naturally, instead of an ear bleeding scream. [b]"If you think this is bad, just think what should happen if the Avatar or personal Dragon Lord himself will be against your mortal forces. Ialu himself will sooner become dust or a bleached white sepulcher of bones before his might."[/b] By this time nearly all the defenders other than civilians were incapacitated. [b]"We spare your children, your old, and your harmless."[/b]

Mirtagn, [b]"The dragons do not suffer assaults upon their roosts lightly. Our old are growing more and more in power, and I am one of them. Take though, your insane babbling and hyper frivolous boasts into another world."[/b]Mirtagn was soaking himself through with excess energy, glowing and shining into it'self, with a magical glare that was an ability to temporarily blind the people inside the town. [b]"We are your stars, not your wives for you to beat, foul creatures of the world below. [/b] Mirtagn conjured the shadows to restrain the soldiers and the warriors, the magicians once again found themselves with other hindrances, such as mysterious disembodies arms and their fiercely strong grips restraining them, pulling them into the ground, not to kill but to black out through injury, any domesticated animal rebelled against their owners, not causing injury but leaving the homestead and lashing out at soldiers. 

 Mirtagn swooped downwards towards the little creatures scurrying around like ants. Buildings were burning down. [b]"Evacuate your civilians, your children, your maimed, your old and loved ones".[/b] The Glaring Serpent commanded the soldiers down below. . . [b]"NOW!!!"[/b] The roar was loud enough to kill a Human body, but the screaming was focused strongly in order to only effect the structures. . . Mirtagn had seen the stone structures in other settlements and towns. . . Mirtagn's scream was powerful enough to shatter wood, stone, and even metal. . . The effects of his magic made it very difficult for Wi users and sorcerers to concentrate, and Mirtagn breathed deeply, exhaling fire into the tribe. . . [b]"I am tired of suffering your tribe the right to call themselves dragon slayers. Cease your boasting, your revelry and insanity, or The Dragon Lord will come and make this warning seem like a child's night time weeping. Sauranath is waiting for your replies, nation of the strong. Do not disappoint him, or you may face something a little unpleasant."[/b] With that Mirtagn flew off into the skies above, to return to his Star, which he used as an Observatory to see onto the world below. [b]"Negotiations begin now."[/b]

With that Sauranath opened up his eye into Ialu, causing him to have a vision.[b]"Speak here, and make known your answers. We demand an end to your pointless hunting of the Star Children, which you wear like a beastly made raiment. Sauranath does not care that you are only seeking dozens or scores of his children to massacre, he shall retaliate in kind if it is the time to strike back."[/b]