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There is another elf lurking somewhere just as insane and deadly as the one you're facing...
Yep works. I think the dragons are fubar'd. We'll see.
Rilla said
Your dragon betrayed you.Sheep.-Skallagrim, would Adinraen's 'Ability' section be considered passive, or would they require charges? As described, they become active when he dominates the land - as he so does, in a pretty considerable range. I also think I'll have him anchor it, to lessen the amount of it moving with him and thus always keeping his abilities active(if they become passive)
Sounds good. Lets see it and if it unbalances things we can tweak.
There are always Dreamers
Based on how I read the fight you have over the course of clamping on him been steadily crushing his hips. The pressure of your jaws are enough over the last few post to begin causing extreme pain as the pelvis is compressed.
Ask Rilla for an evaluation and ruling if need be.
The Angar-Ryllans, opened a docking back for LeeRoy to link up with their ship. On the other side of the pressureiztion lock, a half-dozen knights stood waiting for him, their weapons held easy but ready to respond if need be.
Dr. Salandra Kur stood waiting as well; however, she was dwarfed by the large armored knights, hidden by their forms, her eyes bright as she waited patiently for LeeRoy to come aboard. Although there were only six-visible knights, another six stood further back, ready to join any fray that might erupt.
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On the bridge, Dou’far Klaast watched the proceedings, until one of his aides handed him a data pad, “When? When did this occur?”
“Half an hour ago my lord.”
“The telemetry data has been verified?” The aide simply nodded, “Very well, I want a scout ship sent at once. Find out if that is an active gate.”
The aide saluted and hurried away.
“What was that?” Garal Vash inquired as he continued to observe the data coming in regarding Darashal.
“A surge of aetheric energy was detected amidst a debris field. Analysis estimates with 60% probability it is a gateway, one leading to the Nexus.”
“Wha? That is what we have been waiting for.”
The Lord General frowned, his mind racing, “I know. That is what troubles me. We have been looking for such a thing and now for one to suddenly appear, the ramifications could be deadly.”
Dr. Salandra Kur stood waiting as well; however, she was dwarfed by the large armored knights, hidden by their forms, her eyes bright as she waited patiently for LeeRoy to come aboard. Although there were only six-visible knights, another six stood further back, ready to join any fray that might erupt.
On the bridge, Dou’far Klaast watched the proceedings, until one of his aides handed him a data pad, “When? When did this occur?”
“Half an hour ago my lord.”
“The telemetry data has been verified?” The aide simply nodded, “Very well, I want a scout ship sent at once. Find out if that is an active gate.”
The aide saluted and hurried away.
“What was that?” Garal Vash inquired as he continued to observe the data coming in regarding Darashal.
“A surge of aetheric energy was detected amidst a debris field. Analysis estimates with 60% probability it is a gateway, one leading to the Nexus.”
“Wha? That is what we have been waiting for.”
The Lord General frowned, his mind racing, “I know. That is what troubles me. We have been looking for such a thing and now for one to suddenly appear, the ramifications could be deadly.”
Skallagrim listened as the man spoke, addressing both he and Cathrel. He also listened to her response, smart; indeed the Dreaming Queen had chosen well this young woman, whom all Dreamers smile fondly upon, remembering a time when the wonderment of traversing the vastness of the multiverse filled them with awe.
As the gateway opened to the lands of Mystique, the Walker Between Worlds paused, his energies flaring slightly as he reached out with those energies to touch the girl, envelope her in the wispy tendrils of aesr.
“The magic of Mystique is harsh. Technology is as much a part of that land as the magic. To rely on one aspect of the world and deny the other could lead to a catastrophe for this man.”
Drawing back the energies to him, Skallagrim turned his attention to the Angar-Ryllans. Indeed their war had intensified, driven by the fear and power lust of their Lord General, Dou’far Klaast. Would he change his mind if he knew that for all the power the Dreamers wield, for their ability to see all possibilities of existence, they had never used that power toward anything other than study.
No, no he would assume that the Dreamers were as he was. A man to whom the idea that there were much more to the multiverse than he could hope to comprehend, frightened him.
Absent-mindedly Skallagrim’s fingers fell on the pommel of Onverlicht, what would happen if he appeared in the midst of that great ship and simply cut the threads of existence from around the Lord General? A thousand Dreamers all responded with a thousand possibilities.
“I hear you; yes I agree we should allow this reality to continue as it is. So many elements introduced; the future is not yet coalesced. Let us see where these heroes will take the possibilities then.”
With that he sat back, lowered his head and let the slumber come upon him, drifting back slowly into the dream state. Allowing his consciousness to expand and merge with the other Dreamers, until he was seeing the myriad of possibilities and pondering each one as they came to him.
As the gateway opened to the lands of Mystique, the Walker Between Worlds paused, his energies flaring slightly as he reached out with those energies to touch the girl, envelope her in the wispy tendrils of aesr.
“The magic of Mystique is harsh. Technology is as much a part of that land as the magic. To rely on one aspect of the world and deny the other could lead to a catastrophe for this man.”
Drawing back the energies to him, Skallagrim turned his attention to the Angar-Ryllans. Indeed their war had intensified, driven by the fear and power lust of their Lord General, Dou’far Klaast. Would he change his mind if he knew that for all the power the Dreamers wield, for their ability to see all possibilities of existence, they had never used that power toward anything other than study.
No, no he would assume that the Dreamers were as he was. A man to whom the idea that there were much more to the multiverse than he could hope to comprehend, frightened him.
Absent-mindedly Skallagrim’s fingers fell on the pommel of Onverlicht, what would happen if he appeared in the midst of that great ship and simply cut the threads of existence from around the Lord General? A thousand Dreamers all responded with a thousand possibilities.
“I hear you; yes I agree we should allow this reality to continue as it is. So many elements introduced; the future is not yet coalesced. Let us see where these heroes will take the possibilities then.”
With that he sat back, lowered his head and let the slumber come upon him, drifting back slowly into the dream state. Allowing his consciousness to expand and merge with the other Dreamers, until he was seeing the myriad of possibilities and pondering each one as they came to him.
Dynoz spotted the dragon alight in the town, a twisted grin spread across his lips as he stopped, shouting at the top of his lungs, “What a pretty prize….a dragon’s skull to cannibalize…a prize surely to immortalize…one that shall over emphasize my skills, if only I can monopolize it from Adinraen’s eyes.”
With that Dynoz raced ahead, leaping over low fences and bales of hay, skirting the fighting as he raced towards the dragon. The bone daggers sizzled and dripped what they touched either melted at the touch or scorched by the brush. Such are the twins of acid and lightning.
A human man, who was stocky in girth, his florid face streaked with blood as he disengaged from a slim elf lass, her back broke by the huge oaf. With a spit and snarl, Dynoz leaped upon high, falling on the man’s bowed shoulders, both daggers ripping into the muscled flesh, with squeals of delight.
The man screaming in pain ran forward into the street, Dynoz’s legs wrapped around his waist, his arms rising and falling with incredible haste as the bone daggers plunged repeatedly into the man. As the man staggered and fell to his knees, the elf whispered into his ear, “You should have fled, but now it’s too late, you’re dead!”
With a quick slash, the daggers crossed the man’s neck, nearly decapitating him as the elf stood back, his eyes wild as the blood lust filled him. Turning his attention again to the dragon he snarled, “Now for you my pretty.”
However before he could take another step, he was rushed by a half dozen human men, who tackled the elf, throwing him through a door, following close behind, revenge in their eyes.
With that Dynoz raced ahead, leaping over low fences and bales of hay, skirting the fighting as he raced towards the dragon. The bone daggers sizzled and dripped what they touched either melted at the touch or scorched by the brush. Such are the twins of acid and lightning.
A human man, who was stocky in girth, his florid face streaked with blood as he disengaged from a slim elf lass, her back broke by the huge oaf. With a spit and snarl, Dynoz leaped upon high, falling on the man’s bowed shoulders, both daggers ripping into the muscled flesh, with squeals of delight.
The man screaming in pain ran forward into the street, Dynoz’s legs wrapped around his waist, his arms rising and falling with incredible haste as the bone daggers plunged repeatedly into the man. As the man staggered and fell to his knees, the elf whispered into his ear, “You should have fled, but now it’s too late, you’re dead!”
With a quick slash, the daggers crossed the man’s neck, nearly decapitating him as the elf stood back, his eyes wild as the blood lust filled him. Turning his attention again to the dragon he snarled, “Now for you my pretty.”
However before he could take another step, he was rushed by a half dozen human men, who tackled the elf, throwing him through a door, following close behind, revenge in their eyes.
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