A Dance of Dragons

[19:14] Pachua says, "Revan, mountain."
[19:14] Revan orn Apotychia says, "Very well."
[19:14] Xe'Lachi exclaims, "Coowaardd!"
[19:14] Pachua says, "I'll see you there."
[19:16] Barrachan Vatoris says, "Ah,"
[19:16] Barrachan Vatoris says, "I did not expect it to be outside of the Tournament."
[19:16] Barrachan Vatoris says, "Zion would be somewhat upset, hah hah."
[19:32] Following the Drakan who had taken the title of patriarchy from him, Revan would find himself rising to one of the Tarian summits, something he hadn't done in some years. It was a beautiful sight truly, looking down at Esshar as it looked like nothing more than something that could be grasped, the Dragon's view.

"I didn't want you thinking I had forgotten about you, Pachua..I just had some things I needed to sort out within myself."

A mithril hand with nyeshk knuckles would beat against his chest with the sentiment. "You were a fool to claim my father a saint when he has tried to twist the faith to serve his aims. Yet the time I spent away has been good for me, I have pulled the sullen and soaken logs that drained my fire and filled it with new kindling."

The azure fire that emanated around him would fare and surge, steam fighting the frigid mountain air as the Disowned Task would dip into his fighting stance.

"You probably think you're justified because you're against the demons now? After you've armed them? I heard there was some grand plan to turn on them, but it was nothing more than closing a door."

Revan would spit at that point, yet what worth did his ideals hold if he couldn't defend them. Here on Theria's mountain, they would settle this the Dragon's way, through strength of will power.

"Pachua, I challenge you for your claim as Patriarch of The Pyrelight Citadel, and the Helm of The First Flame."
(Revan orn Apotychia)
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[19:37] "You're a fool who didn't see the full vision of your father's plans, nor your brothers, Revan. That is why you are labled a failure," he said with some sternness in his voice.

In another life, Revan would have been the one who had this helm still. He would have truly been the successor that Dun wanted and have the Fireblooded being pushed to the right side of things. If anything, this was just the worse ending that he didn't want.

He simple shook his head left and right and kept his head on his helm, only to remove it and set it to the side to show the respect. If The Helm was true, then it did adorn the head of the one in charge of the Fireblooded in al it's entirety.

However, the case was something that was only up in the air, just like the Dragons above. This was no different, and this was to see who would soar to the skies ever so high without any worry or issue to begin with.

"There was one a time where I had nothing more than respect for you. However, you tossed it to the side when you moved in with the Myllenoris notions and cowardly acts of poisoning.

You used to be someone I wanted to be; someone that I thought was right.

How low you have fallen."

It was almost sad, but when the silver hair of his started to flourish, he only moved his hands to the side to show the gentle palm stance that he had in full.

It was, by his standards, the only true way to have this come to an end.

"Name your game."
(Pachua)
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[19:44] A smirk would come across his face when the word failure was thrown at him, the Task name was something he had clung to as his identity for so long. Without it he felt lost, but now reborn with a new flame he would take the name to see what he could make of it.

A failure with nothing to lose, but everything to gain.

"The Dragon's favor the bold, you said you'd drag me back to the Tasks, then I'll take you as mine to decide what to do with later. Hold nothing back."
(Revan orn Apotychia)
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[19:44] "Fair enough."

There were no need for words, then.
(Pachua)
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[19:48] {Won Dangerous RPB against Pachua}
[19:51] The stupid lightning mage, worried about Revan, was making her way up the Icy mountain, shivering, cold. As she approached the peak, she heard the clashing of weapons and magic, which only made her grow more anxious.

"I don't even like the guy, why am I even..."

exhausted and out of breath she continues to climb the steps, listening for the sounds of fighting in the icey, frigid, thin air.

Until the fighting noises stop.

"S-shit."

Lachi uses the last of her energy to get up the mountain as quickly as she can, sparking as she enters the breadth of the peek.
(Xe'Lachi)
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[20:08] Just as their first battle, the two brawlers would clash against one another like magnets. Unencumbered by the searing hole in his chest, he could throw everything he was into the battle that would cost him his very life should he lost.

What did the Tasks want with him?

Would they kill him immediately, torture him for years to come? He didn't want to think about it, though he might have become a self proclaimed Failure of a Fool, he actually had quite a lot at stake, and the desire to return to those he loved were what fueled his fire.

Winds would suck him in towards the Drakan's palm, and he would feel every pressure point jabbed, though following the flow of mana that rushed around him like the rushing tides of a rocky river, Revan would block and strike with his own crushing force.

The winds might have hindered him, but the roots that would feed his spirit would dig in deep, where this once made him a target to be ripped apart by the younger man, it would now be his doom. What looked as if he was dancing with the air, mirroring Pachua's own movements, Revan's aura would begin to consume the very tempest he had conjured.

Just like when the boy fanned the flames of the Church when they spoke before the first battle, Revan's own spirit would rise brighter and brighter as the battle turned in his favor. However, Pachua would feel the winds turn against him, and trying to recoup, Revan would throw a vine around his midsection, pulling him back before unleashing all of his mana into a single punch.

An eruption of cyan energy would surge through his circuitry, paralyzing him as the excess was thrown into the air behind him, melting the snow. As Pachua would slump to his knees before him, Revan would bring the drakan's chin up. He was young, ambitious, and though Revan believed he had good intentions, he was a puppet to Theria's ancient Ring Leader.

A youth I failed.

"You fought with honor and ferocity, like a true dragon, but my ambitions carry me far higher than the Tarian mountain." A finger would be cast to the very tip of the summit. Though Revan would think to some kingly advice, something for the parting spirit to hopefully give him comfort in the next life.

"If was ill of me to try to poison my father- I should've challenged him outright.. But know, while I fled to Myllenoris, I held true on my promise of a Holy War, I've been fighting the demons, and I will continue to do so as penance for my shame. I will lead the faith with valor, and honor, and to that, you have my word, Pachua."
(Revan orn Apotychia)
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[20:09] {Item} You picked up Helm Of The First Flame. Dropped by Pachua..
[20:19] This was about to go just as planned, and everything would've made the most sense in that special way. He would've captured him and dragged him back up towards Mount Tarian and had them held accountable for their actions without any worry or question about it.

He would've made true to his words with Artemis in watching their brother perish. They would've had their entire experience had then move forward towards something that was truly marvelous in general. But... life something doesn't work that way, does it?

Nope, not everything works out just as one would want, and even though it would've been the most ideal thing, it just wouldn't be in this life. Whatever wind that he had would've just been swept by the ether that was there and take it from what he had to another. Who would've thought that this was a way for this to go.

When he was attacking, the winds would betray him like it didn't matter withRevan only barely winded on the very end of it all and the Dragon falling to his knees. Yet, with a hand going towards his chin, the heterochromatic eyes just looks up towards the Task as they said those words.

"If that is the case, then all is in good hands in it," in the end, the goal of it all was to make sure that the world would come and make the most sense. To push them over to a newer generation and have them shining brightly into the sun. However, what was the point when his own weakness was a reason for such a thing.

"Just promise me one more thing, Revan."

He didn't have strength left.

"Destroy Barsburg."
(Pachua)
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[20:22] The woman, frigid and frozen by the snow, closes her jacket in closer to herself. She had no reason to be there, none. But if She were to witness Revan die, His family had a right to know first hand- And despite her hatred for him she'd try her best to make sure his life was spared.

But as she approached the two, one on his knees, talking to the other, her expression shifts. The winds, as frigid as they were, did nothing to freeze the moment in front of her eyes.


And the only thing her eyes seen was one aura consuming another.

Quietly, Quietly, she would watch- the snow falling like perfect cherry blossoms on the snowtop.

don't forget this, Lachi.
(Xe'Lachi)
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[20:30] Barrachan observed the honor duel between the Fireblooded before him. He saw the passion in their actions and the pride in their words. Pachu's determination and ambitions to serve the Dragon Garljing.

"Even in his final moments, he stays true to Theria." The Drakanite regards to his fallen kin. Knowing that it was one of his own fellow blessed whose fire would be relinquished today was bittersweet. Still they had fought with their all and to the final moment. Never turning his back on their ways. The Drakanite gave his respects to the final moments of Revan and Pachua.

Their honor duel perhaps a forecast of things to come. A brief grin appeared on Barrachan's face when he considered the return of Sythaern. If Barsburg's attack was here then he was certain the other Dragonlord would return to the mountain.

He kept himself silent from that point on though, wanting to see the end of his kin's fire without interruption. His viridian sit eyes looking upon the remains of the battle with his arms still crossed. His breathing slowed as he awaited the inevitable outcome of rivaling flames.
(Barrachan Vatoris)
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[20:32] "You have my word, Osrona may have bent the knee, but we will melt their machinations."

As the former Patriarch would speak his final words, his circuitry would begin to faintly glow, first that silvery-almost teal color, the shade of his own soul. The sage would use his own mana to continue overflowing the drakan's circuitry, a tingling and soon a burning would be felt, but soon there would be nothing but a soothing warmness.

"Ryujin breathed fire into the void, and from it came life.
We are born from a moment of heated passion.
Gathering around the fire throughout our lives with those we find ourselves close with."

Closing his eyes, Revan would use his mana sense, absorbing Pachua's circuitry in fine detail as the lines that were once thin grow into trails of fire. Eventually his skin and eyes would begin to glow, and he would be consumed in the same flame that burned through every living thing.

"With this fire, I send you off, Pachua, may you find the gates of Vanaheim, or strength in your next life."

The hand on his chin would remain, continuing to fuel the fire until nothing was left but the Helm of the First Flame, dropping into his hand.
(Revan orn Apotychia)
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[20:36] Standing and watching Revan's fight with Pachua, he didn't quite understand the root of the conflict but he was told one side of the story. He was conflicted in the results of the fight but partly due to his poor understanding of the situation.

He watched their duel that almost seemed like something of the stories he'd heard as a boy. He'd only just joined the Firebloods and it's leader was so quickly dethroned. Revan had made such a spectacle that he had someone else to look forward an dueling next.

David could only watch as Revan burned Pachua into nothingness and so, he accepted the fight's outcome and bowed from the sidelines. He said nothing but remained still from the sidelines waiting for Revan to leave.
(David Kaneko)
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[20:37] The woman's eye would twitch as she watches the fires consume the dragon, to ash.

She would wait until Revan would notice her to talk, shaking in the cold.
(Xe'Lachi)
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[20:38] Glared over towards Revan while he had his moment until finally breaking the silence, "Shit.. So what now?"
(David Kaneko)
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[20:49] Standing there as the mountain winds would blow the ashes of the gone Drakan away, Revan would be snapped from his daze as David spoke towards him, Barrachan and Xe'lachi gathered around as well.

So what now?

"Mmh.. Fighting Pachua and reclaiming my title as Patriarch was what was needed of my to return to Theria.. However.."

Should I return I will be hunted.

"I am going to challenge Valero for his position of Overlord, and once that is done, I can finally return to lead the faith as I must.. Until then.. I will return to Myllenoris and share the news with my family."

Holding the horned helm in his hands he would look into the empty sockets, the helm he used to wear, the helm he lost, not returned.. Yet instead.. He would hook it onto his belt, for now.
(Revan orn Apotychia)
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[20:51] Finally, the woman speaks.

"You're going to challenge Valero for Overlord? And if you lose? Will you b-be like... That?"

With a sharpness, she motions to the ashe, dusting away in the wind.

"Are you prepared to leave your family behind? How far do you have to go...?"

Lachi was young. She didn't understand the path that Revan took, but she had a passion, and as strange as it was, she didn't want to see Revan dead and burned in front of her eyes.

"What are you even fighting for, now?"
(Xe'Lachi)
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[20:55] The Drakanite turned his attention onto Revan and listened to his upcoming challenge towards Valero. Barrachan rubbed the back of his neck some looking at the helmet upon the man's head. "I'm sure your family will be happy to hear the news. Valero will be expecting your best." He places his hands into his pockets. "You should get some practice against big swords before you run to face his." Barrachan offers some advice in that regard.

He considered how far that they had traveled to get here, for Pachua's final battle. It was really going to take a while to get back to Myllenoris. "I'll be around to see your battle with him to."
(Barrachan Vatoris)
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[20:55] Scratching his head kind of confused, "I guess I'm new to all this conflict and I don't expect an explanation but Lilith has been good to me so I suppose it's only fair to trust you as well." he thought back to how kind Lily had been to him before which brought some comfort to him.

"I hope this works out for you Rev, I'll be here to support if needed." the new Fireblood said, ready to march for his leader. "I hope I can gain the strength you have so I can one day challenge you as well!" The fire in his eyes seemed to burn as he said this with his fist to his chest.

David was looking for a good fight and he could confidently say he'd find it with Revan. He bowed his head slightly to pay respects.
(David Kaneko)
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[21:07] Pausing to listen to everyone's words, there was weight to each of them that needed to be considered carefully. Barrachan was right, though he had fought his brother for years, he hasn't done so in years. Not to mention Valero has always won in their bouts.. Perhaps fighting a swordsman would be for the best.

"I'll have to look into that then, Perhaps Orca could train me herself.. I think their magics are similar enough."

Though Orca was a lot more durable than Valero, if Revan could turn that overwhelming might he had against him, he might have an edge on him. Yet it was Xe'lachi's words that would concern him the most.

Was he getting lost in some endless series of battle he felt he had to do? Where did it end? He told himself, After I have Theria, we can be happy. To Revan, this seemed like the only way, he could plot tohave Valero assassinated, but he had to set an example for his faithful.

Fearless. Unwavering.

"I'm fighting for my home back. My family and I will never be able to live here freely so long as The Tasks hunt me down. Valero is the strongest and the most senseless, if I put him down, it sends a message. I hope to reason with Hades.. But we will see.."

A grunt would be given, though eyes would be cast to the new face. David seemed a new recruit, and not even aware that Revan was the patriarch before Pachua, overthrown when Revan spoke out against the demons in Theria. Though as he speaks of wishing to challenge him, Revan would smile, stepping forward as he put a hand on his shoulder.

"I'll break your arm."

There was a warm smile on his face as he said it, whether it was a joke or his way of jesting back, he would pat him on the shoulder a few times.

"I will begin to reorganize our faith soon.. Our focus will be on fighting the demons as well as Barsburg."
(Revan orn Apotychia)