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On the dragons I do want to point out that I've specifically allowed anyone to change them but they do have a specific rule set: to change them you have to remove Ragnagedon's essence. Which in turn will render the dragon weaker but at peace. They sort of become a husk that can be filled up again with your own essence. Hence why I have no problem with Dirka's black dragon or Sveiand/Drakairos' ice dragons.
But to clarify: that deal does not extend to Arch-Dragons. While normal Verzakian Dragons are a husk containing the essence, Arch-Dragons are their essence. Meaning you can't remove one without completely destroying them. So just to make it 100% clear: you cannot change, alter, bent, corrupt or persuade an Arch-Dragon. You can only kill it. As for the killing part: I've given permission to kill three of the five Arch-Dragons so the other two can survive. Right now Dirka took those three.
I agree upon the exhaustion rule. Hence why I'd also want Ragnagedon to retreat. I may actually edit my post to reflect the sapping of his energy as the Arch-Dragons are created.
I have no more desire to change most what is written right now. The status quo looks acceptable: Dirka took three Arch-Dragons and two others remain. What she wants to do with those Arch-Dragons is up to her as long as it doesn't break with my wishes for them.
Second to last (I'm nearly there folks!) I think I should just relay my ideas and goals here. Just so everyone understands why I'm writing what I'm writing (IE: Ragnagedon ignoring possibly all deities). I have no story arc for Ragnagedon. Which probably sounds so stupid in a god RP but hear me out. I have no arc for Ragnagedon but he will play important parts in my two other arcs. One arc is the Dragon Arc that just got picked up a notch. Me and Limpkio already shared certain ideas. The Dragon Arc would boil down to a conflict between the Verzakian Dragons led by the two Arch-Dragons against Drakairos. The second arc is the human Worshippers Arc. Which might be kicked up a notch after the Fear Event.
Lastly: I'd like to make a very young god of Artisanship. One to be considered a "good" god whose sole goal is to create and craft. He'd be a quite literal guide of humanity. I hope that's okay.
But to clarify: that deal does not extend to Arch-Dragons. While normal Verzakian Dragons are a husk containing the essence, Arch-Dragons are their essence. Meaning you can't remove one without completely destroying them. So just to make it 100% clear: you cannot change, alter, bent, corrupt or persuade an Arch-Dragon. You can only kill it. As for the killing part: I've given permission to kill three of the five Arch-Dragons so the other two can survive. Right now Dirka took those three.
I agree upon the exhaustion rule. Hence why I'd also want Ragnagedon to retreat. I may actually edit my post to reflect the sapping of his energy as the Arch-Dragons are created.
I have no more desire to change most what is written right now. The status quo looks acceptable: Dirka took three Arch-Dragons and two others remain. What she wants to do with those Arch-Dragons is up to her as long as it doesn't break with my wishes for them.
Second to last (I'm nearly there folks!) I think I should just relay my ideas and goals here. Just so everyone understands why I'm writing what I'm writing (IE: Ragnagedon ignoring possibly all deities). I have no story arc for Ragnagedon. Which probably sounds so stupid in a god RP but hear me out. I have no arc for Ragnagedon but he will play important parts in my two other arcs. One arc is the Dragon Arc that just got picked up a notch. Me and Limpkio already shared certain ideas. The Dragon Arc would boil down to a conflict between the Verzakian Dragons led by the two Arch-Dragons against Drakairos. The second arc is the human Worshippers Arc. Which might be kicked up a notch after the Fear Event.
Lastly: I'd like to make a very young god of Artisanship. One to be considered a "good" god whose sole goal is to create and craft. He'd be a quite literal guide of humanity. I hope that's okay.
@Dealdric - No actually, it's still not okay. She's still utterly ignoring a focused beam of fire that would incinerate anything in its path like it's nothing. She's still somehow both capable of dodging him in the air and also capable of physically overpowering him by grabbing his tail. Which I still consider a problem as it is auto-hitting. I'm afraid I'm starting to see Dirka as quite overpowered right now.
Also, I've said you could kill the Arch-Dragons. In fact, you can still do that but they can't be corrupted and still be Arch-Dragons. Unlike normal dragons, whose essence just rests within them, Arch-Dragons ARE their essence. Basically, if she wants to corrupt, change and bent them to her will she'll have to remove the very thing that makes them what they are. I'd allow it that they revert to none-essence Verzakian Dragons. IE: weak. But you can't just make Arch-Dragons in Corrupted Arch-Dragons.
Also, I've said you could kill the Arch-Dragons. In fact, you can still do that but they can't be corrupted and still be Arch-Dragons. Unlike normal dragons, whose essence just rests within them, Arch-Dragons ARE their essence. Basically, if she wants to corrupt, change and bent them to her will she'll have to remove the very thing that makes them what they are. I'd allow it that they revert to none-essence Verzakian Dragons. IE: weak. But you can't just make Arch-Dragons in Corrupted Arch-Dragons.
@Dealdric - Things things. First, you godmodded Ragnagedon. I never gave you permission to "fling him into a storm." You never even asked or told me about it. Sorry I'm not okay with her just doing that with apparently barely any resistance. Second, there were five dragons around her. Not seven or any other number. Five and I asked not to kill more than three. The other dragons were approaching but definitely not close enough.
EDIT: Oh and I said I would only keep 2 because these Arch-Dragons are VERY powerful. So I did that out of balance reasons. It wouldn't be fair if Dirka just grabbed the 3 others. They would fight and while a god can take them on, she will actually have to fight them. Not just "blast them away".
EDIT: Oh and I said I would only keep 2 because these Arch-Dragons are VERY powerful. So I did that out of balance reasons. It wouldn't be fair if Dirka just grabbed the 3 others. They would fight and while a god can take them on, she will actually have to fight them. Not just "blast them away".
@Lmpkio and @Dealdric - Ragnagedon post is up! He's leaving the scene, back to Verzak. He did leave some 5 new Arch-Dragons suspended in mid-air. I'd like to ask that you don't kill more than 3 of them. I'll be writing up some info about them tomorrow but the short explanation is: They're far less dumb and may actually have some form of draconic "language" in their roars and screams. They also know when they're at the losing side and will flee if necessary. As for power, they're Arch-Dragons. The big wings can be used to make gusts of wind, the talons are VERY sharp and strong and meant to tear away flesh. Their scales and bones make them very hard to kill with physical attacks and their fire breathe is so powerful that a focused beam can be formed (not maintained for very long) akin to Ragnagedon's beam that can turn flammable things (like wood) into ash in an instant. They are very strong and while I think a god can certainly take them, it won't be the easiest fight they had. As for their weakness: ice is an obvious one but they won't instantly lose their power like when Sveiand did. As their internal fire is still much hotter. (I'm planning to keep 2 alive after all is said is done so if you guys keep 3 alive, Ragnagedon will probably slay the 3rd one).
@Dealdric
Ragnagedon was searching restlessly through the smoke-filled air as Dirka’s words fell on deaf ears. All words, except for a handful. Ragnagedon gave no sign of understanding her but he did. If the goddess of magic and devilry were joined then he truly stood no chance. He might be raging but he wasn’t suicidal. The unity of the gods always threatened his plans. Apparently, it still did. Soon thereafter he realized that the abomination his supposed sister had created was no longer around. The coward fled. He stopped and hovered amid the smoke to observe the aerial battlefield. The handful of dragons that had followed him were still suspended. Their rage and hatred burning brighter every time they saw Dirka pass them. The power Ragnagedon had given them was overflowing.
Dirka kept talking and balking. Ragnagedon saw it as the vain belief that she thought she could get through to him. The Fire God knew his supposed siblings well enough. They’ll lie to him. Use him as some hound to release upon the world. Only to chain him up again. Who would trust a mad divine? Ragnagedon continued to ignore her. Instead, he was clearly more concerning with his own dragons.
He flew passed each one slowly. Observing them. He could sense the utter hatred only growing as they were forced to seethe. Hatred for Dirka but also hatred for him. Their slit eyes tried to follow him towards every corner. Their might was expanding as his essence within them was growing. They were becoming more than just carriers of his fire. They became the flame itself. Which manifested itself in physical changes too. Their scales grew and sharpened. Spines pierced their skin and rose across the ridge of their backs. Wings grew even larger as a second set of talons grew over the back of their paws. Each gained new horns but these horns were pointing forward. Ready to skewer whatever was in their path. The fire within manifested in a bright, red glow piercing through their scaled hide.
But Dirka kept talking. She now stood on some platform with her hand out. She really didn’t get it. Ragnagedon had no interest in her deal. Still, it seemed like she expected some response. So he gave her one. In a swift move, he flew towards her. A beam of pure, blue fire came out of his opened jaws. A flame so powerful, so hot, so devastating with so much hatred poured into it that it could melt rock and evaporate flesh. That was his answer and he wouldn’t ponder on it much longer as he flew over her back towards Verzak. Leaving his new creations hanging in the air. He knew that if they were strong enough, they’d come back to Verzak to kill him. For now though, he had to forge other plans. The gods still seemed too united.
Ragnagedon was searching restlessly through the smoke-filled air as Dirka’s words fell on deaf ears. All words, except for a handful. Ragnagedon gave no sign of understanding her but he did. If the goddess of magic and devilry were joined then he truly stood no chance. He might be raging but he wasn’t suicidal. The unity of the gods always threatened his plans. Apparently, it still did. Soon thereafter he realized that the abomination his supposed sister had created was no longer around. The coward fled. He stopped and hovered amid the smoke to observe the aerial battlefield. The handful of dragons that had followed him were still suspended. Their rage and hatred burning brighter every time they saw Dirka pass them. The power Ragnagedon had given them was overflowing.
Dirka kept talking and balking. Ragnagedon saw it as the vain belief that she thought she could get through to him. The Fire God knew his supposed siblings well enough. They’ll lie to him. Use him as some hound to release upon the world. Only to chain him up again. Who would trust a mad divine? Ragnagedon continued to ignore her. Instead, he was clearly more concerning with his own dragons.
He flew passed each one slowly. Observing them. He could sense the utter hatred only growing as they were forced to seethe. Hatred for Dirka but also hatred for him. Their slit eyes tried to follow him towards every corner. Their might was expanding as his essence within them was growing. They were becoming more than just carriers of his fire. They became the flame itself. Which manifested itself in physical changes too. Their scales grew and sharpened. Spines pierced their skin and rose across the ridge of their backs. Wings grew even larger as a second set of talons grew over the back of their paws. Each gained new horns but these horns were pointing forward. Ready to skewer whatever was in their path. The fire within manifested in a bright, red glow piercing through their scaled hide.
But Dirka kept talking. She now stood on some platform with her hand out. She really didn’t get it. Ragnagedon had no interest in her deal. Still, it seemed like she expected some response. So he gave her one. In a swift move, he flew towards her. A beam of pure, blue fire came out of his opened jaws. A flame so powerful, so hot, so devastating with so much hatred poured into it that it could melt rock and evaporate flesh. That was his answer and he wouldn’t ponder on it much longer as he flew over her back towards Verzak. Leaving his new creations hanging in the air. He knew that if they were strong enough, they’d come back to Verzak to kill him. For now though, he had to forge other plans. The gods still seemed too united.
@Dealdric
Dirka was successful in one thing. Ragnagedon stopped as he had passed the blue wave. Around him his dragons looked frozen. However he could feel their essence. They were alive, more now than ever before. This was the first time most of them were challenged by something worthy. By something that could actually kill them and it only fed their bloodlust. Now frozen, they were seething and raging deep inside. Desperate to break free and sink their teeth in the black dragon. If Ragnagedon could smile, he would’ve done so. Dirka’s preaching he ignored though. What could a wretched goddess like her offer him other than her life? And it was quite clear she wasn’t going to surrender that. He turned his attention back at the black dragon. That thing had to die though.
With the same zeal as before he continued his pursuit. The circling and chasing made his smoke trail create a darkened cloud around him and his supposed sister. All the while he snapped at the black abomination again and again. He was sure he’d break its toughened skin with a single bite. He was sure he’d grab it given just enough time. Dirka he entirely ignored. He just wanted the black dragon dead.
Dirka was successful in one thing. Ragnagedon stopped as he had passed the blue wave. Around him his dragons looked frozen. However he could feel their essence. They were alive, more now than ever before. This was the first time most of them were challenged by something worthy. By something that could actually kill them and it only fed their bloodlust. Now frozen, they were seething and raging deep inside. Desperate to break free and sink their teeth in the black dragon. If Ragnagedon could smile, he would’ve done so. Dirka’s preaching he ignored though. What could a wretched goddess like her offer him other than her life? And it was quite clear she wasn’t going to surrender that. He turned his attention back at the black dragon. That thing had to die though.
With the same zeal as before he continued his pursuit. The circling and chasing made his smoke trail create a darkened cloud around him and his supposed sister. All the while he snapped at the black abomination again and again. He was sure he’d break its toughened skin with a single bite. He was sure he’d grab it given just enough time. Dirka he entirely ignored. He just wanted the black dragon dead.
Is this still open?
@Dealdric
Ragnagedon could see the lush green world just beyond the pass. It wouldn’t take long now. He’d reach Anu’Varr's castle in a few days flight. Behind him a handful of dragons had already caught up with him. On the horizon black dots were trying desperately to followed the black smoke trail in the sky. Trying to catch up with their god and slave master with blind faith. Then, a portal opened up before Ragnagedon. The fire god, expecting an attack, veered off to the right but was quick to circle around. Dirka, riding her black abomination flew out from the portal. Much to the surprise of the blue dragon. Had his supposed sister truly gone so insane that she’d dare challenge him? She wasn’t challenging him though. In her own wicked way she tried to make him listen.
Which was an even greater mistake. Ragnagedon did not care for words or peace. Her words fell on deaf ears as Ragnagedon swiftly flew towards the black dragon. His own need to kill it was fueling the dragons behind him. The Verzakian Dragons around him were filled with a ravenous hunger. A desperate need to kill and eat the black dragon. They came at it from all sides. With the giant blue dragon close behind them. In the distance, the skirmish in the air would give the many Verzakian dragons time to catch up. Ragnagedon did not appear to even understand Dirka. In fact the only audible answers she got were the roars more akin to a massive beast than a conscious god. The sky would soon be filled with the fiery breathes of the Verzakian Dragons and their god.
Ragnagedon could see the lush green world just beyond the pass. It wouldn’t take long now. He’d reach Anu’Varr's castle in a few days flight. Behind him a handful of dragons had already caught up with him. On the horizon black dots were trying desperately to followed the black smoke trail in the sky. Trying to catch up with their god and slave master with blind faith. Then, a portal opened up before Ragnagedon. The fire god, expecting an attack, veered off to the right but was quick to circle around. Dirka, riding her black abomination flew out from the portal. Much to the surprise of the blue dragon. Had his supposed sister truly gone so insane that she’d dare challenge him? She wasn’t challenging him though. In her own wicked way she tried to make him listen.
Which was an even greater mistake. Ragnagedon did not care for words or peace. Her words fell on deaf ears as Ragnagedon swiftly flew towards the black dragon. His own need to kill it was fueling the dragons behind him. The Verzakian Dragons around him were filled with a ravenous hunger. A desperate need to kill and eat the black dragon. They came at it from all sides. With the giant blue dragon close behind them. In the distance, the skirmish in the air would give the many Verzakian dragons time to catch up. Ragnagedon did not appear to even understand Dirka. In fact the only audible answers she got were the roars more akin to a massive beast than a conscious god. The sky would soon be filled with the fiery breathes of the Verzakian Dragons and their god.
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