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[color=lightyellow][b][i][h2]Meanwhile, in Gotham City...[/h2][/i][/b][/color]

[quote=@Thatguyinastore]"Gotham City. The city with the largest crime rate in the world. It's always dark and bleak here - and for good reason. One of the first things you heard upon waking up was gunfire. Or maybe it was manic laughter behind an alleyway's corner? Whatever it was - you knew immediately that this was a hellhole."[/quote]
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[color=lightcoral]As far as Balileo knew, maybe it really was hell.[/color]


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[color=red][url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/5309379]Balileo's CS[/url][/color]

Among the hundreds of dilapidated rooftops in Gotham lies Balieo - a large Gaoler dragon whose front half was sprawled over the edge for an indefinite amount of time. Who knows how long he's been there or even how he got there in the first place. His vestigial wings were too small to allow him flight, and he doesn't remember ever climbing up this strange structure himself. Not that he would want to. The first thing the Gaoler saw when slowly coming to were bright pathways hundreds of meters below him. He yelped as he clumsily retreated his front half toward the platform, leaving large scratch marks on the side of the tower.

Now fully awake and aware of his surroundings, he takes the time to observe his new environment. It was hard to see what was below him besides countless small dots of lights and the distant sounds of the city. There were so many, he thought. Were they stars? Were they made of magic? Were the sounds of the city actually the sounds of magic being cast? None of this was any kind of magic he was familiar with. And yet, there was no other way Balileo could explain what he was seeing. There was nothing like this back on Sornieth. He turned his attention toward the other towers, some of which were taller than the one he was on.

Was he dreaming, perhaps? The last thing he recalled was that Jaldrid invaded his father's hold and brought so many Banescales with him. They all flew around, occasionally diving toward the Gaolers and the Tundras to claw at them like hawks. The Tundras, who are much smaller relatives to the Gaolers, were easily whisked away and thrown off the cliffs on which the Hold was founded upon... Balileo was grateful that their bodies were masked by thick clouds of snow and ice before they hit the ground. Now that he thinks about it, there seems to be a similar fog surrounding the bottom of the alien towers.

Balileo wandered further toward the center of the rooftop, curiously tilting his head toward the strange machinery that was held there. Was the Shade responsible for this? He didn't believe they were intelligent enough to create such structures. And if they did, was this civilization made by them? He had begun to panic, as he feared that he was witnessing the result of the destruction of his world. From here on, he galloped around the rooftop in search of a way out. Or, at the very least, a way [i]down.[/i]
[h3][color=red](Balileo is open for interaction)[/color][/h3]
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