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Post by Meta on Jan 11, 2018 14:19:40 GMT -4
The city lies below the darkened skies of the eternal night. As the forces of Hyrule and beyond approach from above, they find that clouds stir in a whirlwind around the city, like a gathering storm. Visibility is low, and amidst the howling winds you can hear screeches and wing flaps. You are not alone up here. Thorodan's dragonflight has gathered for one final confrontation...
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Post by Devixer on Jan 14, 2018 0:36:45 GMT -4
Anna didn't need to see the stirring clouds to know that a storm was gathering. She felt it in her very core. She had known it even as she was leaving with her newfound companions to this battle. The feeling was strange, unfamiliar - and yet not. Firosk's memories and Obsidinian's teachings had helped her to get used to her new form, and her new abilities, but she was still wrapping her head around this whole idea. A guardian dragon, reincarnating as a simple Hylian who dreamed of becoming a hero...
She drowned her thoughts in the sound of her beating wings. She had quickly grown used to her dragon shape - like Firosk had never left us, she was told. She had assumed it was idle flattery, but as she flew through the clouds, ready to face Thorodan, there was a part of her that felt like this was only natural.
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Post by NajaSide on Jan 15, 2018 4:35:05 GMT -4
With the aerial assault upon Thorodan's forces spear-headed by Firosk and Obsidinian, Deauxvé and Laurel need only follow them from behind to the battlefield. The realms' guardians being the great powerful beacons that they were, the enemy would most certainly be quite attracted to them.
The dragon slayer held up his clawed gauntlet in the air, the runes inscribed upon its surface glowing a faint green. Steadily, they grew dim once more as shadowy dusk streamed from his hand. It flowed back, covering the Helmaroc and her rider in a darkness. The two of them would blend into the background well, the Darkest Night acting as their cover as he flew behind the two dragons. The stealthy flying that the two of them had trained themselves in those many years long past would help hide their presence once again.
But of course, their enemies were far from stupid. They would have to figure that the dragons would not come alone. That would be far too great a risk for the long term safety of this realm. This would just buy Deauxvé some time. And so, he would have to get right to work.
In the end of things, his leader had assigned him to finish this battle and to end the being which wrecked so much havoc upon the Goddess's domain. And so he was prepared to do so, and wet his blade once more. The road to his target was not unhindered, however. If he chose to go straight there, he would most certainly be wrought from the sky and his target untouched by his hands.
So first came the dragon's servants.
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Post by Meta on Feb 14, 2018 12:01:22 GMT -4
"This was a seriously bad idea." Medea told Obsidinian as she rode on the Cinder Dragon's back.
"I know. But Din just might curse me if I don't even try this one time. Gods be damned..." Obsidinian cursed under his breath.
The cries intensified as a cloud of wyverns flew down to meet the guardian dragons. These had no riders on them. They were a swarm of younger drakes, aiming for quick hit-and-run strikes on their enemies.
Medea's hands lit up with flame as she began hurling small firebolts at the enemy, and Obsidinian tried to cut their charge by breathing a cone of fire into the mass heading towards him.
Not far in the distance were larger wyverns with riders, far away enough from the two dragons but beginning to circle around...
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Post by Devixer on Mar 13, 2018 1:27:43 GMT -4
"Here they come. Shall we see how long they can last?" Even in her dragon form, Anna remains as cocky as ever when a battle nears. She accelerated a little, testing just how fast she could fly. Her size limited her, but she was still a good deal faster than the average dragon.
She joined Obsidinian with a breath of lightning, spreading a cone of thunder into the drakes, seeking to stop them in their tracks even as they were roasted by Obsidinian's flame.
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Post by NajaSide on Mar 29, 2018 15:15:53 GMT -4
As the first wave of drakes arrived, the hunter flew onward, keeping to his cover. As useful as he might have been in engaging these smaller dragons, his duty lay in focusing on the larger creatures. He let Anna and Obsidinian hold their focus on the wave, splitting it up and spreading its strength.
Instead, Deauxvé turned his attention on the wyvern steeds, shifting Laurel's path to chase them down, flying directly into the path of their circular pattern so that they would meet head on. The man reached down, gripping the shaft of one of the several glaives secured to his steed's saddle and taking it in hand. Good thing he'd stocked up on these while in Froshemdel; if he was wanting to get a good start on dealing with these aerial foes, he'd best start with as good a reach as he could.
As he drew nearer and nearer to his first target, he shifted his grip on the glaive and gave a sharp swing downward through the shadows, aiming to hook the wyvern's rider with the weapon and dislodge them from their position. At the very least, if he missed, he'd have a chance of catching them on some less armored section of their body. His cover ought to hide his presence long enough to get swings at the next pair of riders as well, but he knew that the trick wouldn't last long following his first strike.
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