Osrona War- Uri helps fight the Therian Dragon

This one is pretty self explanitory with the on going war between Osrona and Theria.. Here, Uri joins them as one of the 10 who will fight the dragon... He enters the battlefield with his Primordial Flames already active, looking to give his aid in every way that he could... Though he was not alone as many from his crew came to give aid to Osrona, representing the Soaring Phoenix. And as their noble leader, he showed no hesitation, diving into battle. He fought well with Marie at his side, something he did not expect... She followed him, side by side till the very end... His friend acknowledged this strength and took the victory kill for Osrona! Everyone did their part, and so limited, I took the highlights of the fight for overall effect of the scene.


[18:57] {NARRATION} (Quick narrate. Leaders may pre-type: The Dragon, the Dragonlords, the King, the Radiants, and the High Keeper.)
[19:00] Lemuria K. Linnaeus whispers: I wasn't expecting to fight a fuckin' dragon today.
[19:00] {NARRATION} The assault along the western coast of Esshar was led by the all consuming flames of Vartuul, one of Garljing's children. Beckoned to war by an offering from the Fireblooded and the promise of prey, it is the dragon's flight that the group of drakanites follow; they're led into villages, pillage and burn. They take and they destroy. But the true aim in all of this is to destroy the watchtowers along the borders of Osrona that were stocked and loaded with supplies and weaponry, points of contact between the Shimmering City and beyond.
19:04] Once again, another defence.

The air tense and the footsteps of an encroaching army sound. The march of war. War drums fill the air, less than last time however. It was not as momentous of a defence and the assault from Theria was smaller in number.

This time there's less words for at the moment there was no need.

"The same as last time Osrona. Stand tall. Strong," he says, words loud amongst the approach of the opposing forces.

The King's blade cuts out and it, along with the entirety of his body becomes consumed in cosmic and time magic. The grass beneath his feet starts to flutter at odd intervals and there is a small distortion of the air around his every step. Golden light spreads all the way to his very blade.

"Stop the dragon." He calls and the tip of his mithril blade points straight forward. The roar of cosmic energies stretch out and with the order given. The battle begins.

Alexander had faith in his people and now was no different.
(Alexander rei Petrakis)
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[19:07] It would not take long now. The arrival of the opposing force. The clash of will. The nature that was warfare. Vartuul's excitement welled up within his heart, the shouting and subsequent ending of fickle human life.

All across the field, Vartuul's shadow would ever be present as he soared. The Skysplitter beckoned all of the Drakanites with every blast of the howling flames. The beating of his colossal wingspan drummed out all over noises, and Garljing's kin knew only focus.

"Consume them all in unyielding flame. Spare them no mercy, no hesitation."

Once the Osronan force was spotted, Vartuul descended from the sky - Slamming into the ground with an almighty force which ruptured the earth. His claws sunk deep, scorching everything around him with his mere presence. Vartuul lowered his head, cruel malevolence depicted in his stare.

Pointing his head to the clouds and expanding his wingspan in full - A howling torrent of raging flame is spit into the sky. The laser-like burst of magic does exactly as Vartuul intended-

Splits the sky.
(Vartuul)

[19:09] {NARRATION} (All others may RP!)
[19:13] Esbern had followed through with his earlier commitment, and turned up for the battle. His emotions cooled as he begins preparing his ice magic, working up a cold snap to take out any who'd stand in his way, but his blood also pumping fiercely as his blood magic threatens to burst out at any moment.

He'd expected occultists, and witches, and what he found was worse. Monstrous dragons, and their half-breed kin laying waste to innocents in the countryside, burning settlements for no reason other than wanton destruction.

The anti-thesis to civility, and nothing but pure evil, as far as he was concerned.

With a grimace, he prepares to enter the battle as soon as the command is given.
(Esbern Antioch)
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[19:13] Alyssa would be weary, and worried. This was gonna be her first real fight...her first battle for her life but... she was ready as she would ever be. She wanted to prove herself. That she was an ally to Osrona and its people. She wanted to prove that she was more than a bard. This was gonna be her first real challenge in life. She was ready for it.


With a long sigh she would take her pistol off her hip and let air start to flow into it. A small humming noise would be heard to those around her as it took more air in and its strings started to vibrate. "Alyssa is scared but she wont be down! She wont let this unbalance exist! Nor will she allow this Dragon to live!" She would say softly to herself. The meek girl would stand strong and tall. She was ready.
(Alyssa Solstice)
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[19:13] With his crew, with those members of the Soaring Phoenix did he come to meet this dragon to fight on the behalf of not the knights, but those innocents who might get caught within the cross fire... "Hoo---My, that's a big one," he says to himself while preparing for the fight to come.. Take down the dragon? They made it sound easy, but Uri would not back down... He would be ready, getting into the mindset of battle...

Faira… We have encountered them once again... Shall we show them that wish of yours? It came true didn't it? Now, its time to actually put it on display... From his body would emit a flame, one that flickered from the basic fire shroud, until finally, into that of the Primordial Flame... This was for all those who have given their lives in the pursuit of peace... His flames, were not meant to bring harm casually but to defend...

"Ignite, and Shine," said the now cos Brienne noble. With him, the other ten prepared to fight. And he would wonder, who would it be, to fight alongside him. Who would join him in this battle against the dragon aside from those he already knew... His flames continued to burn with prominence, waiting for their moment to come!
(Uri cos Brienne )
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19:14] Along others, Andrew marched in. He was part of the King's personal guard - It made perfect sense that he would be in the forefront of battle whenever it was needed. The fact that there was a dragon above all else did not help at all.

Donning his armor in full, Andrew decides that it is time to march into battle. The splitting of the clouds was, weirdly enough, a summoning for his own powers. That brief glimmer of hope that shone between the clouds that now stood miles apart due to the dragon's breath renewed the knight's energy.

He needed that.
(Andrew Lancaster)
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[19:14] A slugglish Lemuria gets woken up by a sudden smash into the ground. She watches as the dragon ascends towards the crowd, destroying grass, trees and life all around it.

A fierce thing it was, but nothing a little ingenuity can't solve.

She unsheathes her sword, the focus that was lingering all around her was put into the sword. The water-rune on her sword would activate as water would start to pour from the sword. The immense mana she put into it would tire her, but this was needed for endurance. An ever-lasting endurance to surpass the other Multhunders in her family. All others.

She will prove herself to be the best Multhunder.

And while she does so, she wills it upon a wild stream coursing through the land, the icy-cold water enlightening her vigorously with vitality.

"God damn that thing is pretty damn big, ain't it?"

The water that was falling from her sword would start to stick to it tightly, forming a protective layer across the blade. It enhances the already sharp blade to something a little more aerodynamic.

It ain't much, but it will work.
(Lemuria K. Linnaeus)
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[19:19] {NARRATION} BATTLE:
Esbern vs Yani
Tierney vs Ilsa
Rinn vs Garm
Scarlett vs Lemuria
Zion vs Swan
Amara vs Astrid
Ezekiel vs Alyssa
Calais vs Skylar

- Cap 1, dangerous: A-Help results!
- Winners gain 1 Arcanium.

DRAGON:
Alexander Petrakis 200
Marie ras Petrakis 202
Pericles Vitalis 201
Del mer Joyau 205
Thalis lei Avitus 206
Elesius Soleis 199
Uri cos Brienne 208
Siegfried lei Lohengramm 189
Andrew Lancaster 184
Evergreen Solstice 182

vs

Vartul 250
Sythaeryn 202
Yevon 193
Zakariah 196

- Cap 0, dangerous
- Dragon has three lives; defeating it three times slays it. It's tanky and strong. You won't defeat it the first few battles (probably) and will need to whittle his HP down. If the dragon survives, they become a roaming EC...

- Therians who defeat Osronans do not take them out of the battle against the dragon. Osronans can be healed if they've not yet lost to the dragon. (No matchups for them and tossing them in to protect the dragon seemed appropiate!)

- Three lucky ones will be granted a dragon scale item; this applies ULTRA to an item of choice, or can be blacksmithed for a new item. As well as a name + description change.

[19:28] Alexander's sights were set. The politics of the Theria-Osrona war had become difficult and convoluted but now in battle, in defence of Osrona, the objective was clear.

Sword strikes and the sun comes down upon it - light glistening off of the edge of such a blade.

The Petrakis King wastes no time. His goal was clear and he would lead his men forward, through Hel or highwater. The air becomes stiff and then it literally freezes in frame. A step launches Alexander forward, blade brought back and the full brunt of his cosmic-empowered blade comes crashing against the hulk of the beast - intent to take it down, down and out of the skies before his villages could be destroyed.

"A great beast that knows nothing more than destruction," he pulls back after the first resounding cosmic crash. "Garjling's children."

"Yet, Rinn does not share anywhere near the same ideals of you," another spin and another swing of his blade against the dragon's red hide and leathery wings.

"What does that say for you?"
(Alexander rei Petrakis)
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[19:28] Uri stood by with the others, with Llyod, with Marie, Siegfried, Alexander...Essentially, all those he grew up with... Here, facing off against a dragon and... The one who slain his sister, although he did not know it though.. All he knew, was the description of the man who did it... But, what would Uri... Now a sailor would think? He was no longer a knight but an explorer, and still, lends his hands to Osrona to defend those who cannot defend themselves...

"I can't let this thing burn all those children back home.. If we do, think about all that will be lost... I will not sit here and let children die to this red behemoth," said Uri as he got into a battle ready stance.

"Al'it's time to tango side by side, at long last..." Because before then, he'd eventually see the King elsewhere... For that reason, Uri would have gotten off the battlefield only for a short while, alerting the horse he DID NOT STEAL THIS TIME... So that it would leave the battlefield and not get caught in the cross fire...

"Run home Silver-Bullet," he had named the horse he cared for in the stables, once again facing the giant beast... But keeping an eye out for... Those three around it...

He tried at this moment, to focus that heat onto his fist, to attempt at gaining that inferno... He knew his heat would not be enough alone...Even with help... He needed a kick he could not yet quite grasp. "Have at you, y' crimson behemoth…"
(Uri cos Brienne )

[19:50] Vartuul would drop to the ground once more, cloaking his entire body in radiant hellflame as he blitzed forward, quite literally becoming a scorching meteor himself. Colliding with Alexander's blade- There was a struggle. There is a momentarily pause where the force from Vartuul- And the force from the Petrakis King-

Were equivalent.

Cosmic energy pours out in all directions, flames exploding equally as deadly from Vartuul. It is only in that moment which the tie between their power ends abruptly. And Vartuul begins to overtake the Petrakis King.

"You speak too much."

In that moment, a laser of fire explodes in the direction of Osrona's king. And he would disappear from their sights, washed away by orange, yellow and red. Rising up into the sky, he sought to drive his claws into Alexander's now scorched frame.

The interceptors needed to move fast. Or lose their liege.
(Vartuul)

20:01] Alexander's face furrows, creasing as blade meets dragon. A hard struggle where the Petrakis summons all of the might from within his body. Cosmic energy dashes off of his form, flames rushing to meet them and then Vartuul takes over and a brilliant laser of flame overtakes him.

He was consumed in flames, a brilliant array of colours that shroud his form. And then, the claws meet nothing. Instead, Alexander Petrakis is held within the arms of Elesius, his cloak in tatters and armor melted to his skin. The sickening smell of burn and smoke, sulfur and flame rise from his form.

In mere moments, the Petrakis is out of harms way. Safe but injured. And in his place, two steadfast warriors, of holy origins stood.

Glowing in bright light.
(Alexander rei Petrakis)

[20:09] Vartuul lowered himself down to the ground, in which he was still massive, after his claws sunk into nothing but crumbled and ruined soil. Void of life. The searing dragon turned his head back towards Siegfried and Elesius, flames billowing out from his mouth when he snapped it closed.

"To rob from a dragon's maw - Foolish." The voice boomed out across the field once more, the ground beginning to shake as magma poured out from cracks that Vartuul had made below. Spilling out all across the battlefield, Vartuul would bring it together as armor.

.. And it made Vartuul no lighter.

Springing into the air, a cataclysmic meteor is formed in his maw as the singular shouting of one dragon born caught his attention. Sythaeryn.

If dragons could smile, then he would do so as Siegfried and Elesius stood underneath the attack of titanic proportions.

"Our will shall be done, Sythaeryn. They are but insects to slaughter."

.. just how would those Osronans fair?
(Vartuul)
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[20:30] Standing on the sidelines. Uri would observe the fights... Waiting for the moment to strike as did everyone else. But now, he stood in support of the CHAMP! Known as none other than Pericles Vitalis!

"Put that blade to use and chop its wings off," he stared with the focus of a predator, it was the phoenix, that spirit that drove him to protect... As if his twin was there with him in such times of war.
(Uri cos Brienne )

20:43] Uri would sit there on the side lines.. Another victory for Osrona, but.. He was waiting for his fight.. Growing impatient as the dragon would fight another... First, it lost to the group of Llyod and Siegfried... But it did have a battle injury from Alexander as well, and now...Another injury sustained from Pericles...

"This is the chance I've been waiting for..." Uri would whistle to the horse, Silver Bullet! One that came galloping into the battle field, taking Uri onto its back! Mounted the noble now was, charging into battle as a man engulfed in flames upon a grey colored stallion! "I'm not letting you fly away you crimson child eating lizard!" The young Captain shouts at the top of his lungs.

If this truly did turned into a 1v25, then he would be that one to charge in if anything. He did not care for an order of fighting. Uri wanted this beast down, and six feet under. He had people to protect and letting this thing roam free was not, definitely NOT an option!

"Heh!" He stands up only to leap off of the horse as both cosmic and primordial energies mix, trying to concentrate such heat into his fist.

He wouldn't let the champion have the glory so easily, not when he's risked his life alongside his sister to prove the honorable title behind their name. Now while he leads a crew of a dozen magi willing to follow him into the open sea in such for the lost islands. This was not an acceptable day... And while the horse ran away, Uri would be soaring towards the dragon, ready for what came next...

Truly leading life behind his philosophy of the phoenix.
(Uri cos Brienne )
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[20:44] Pericles is a different monster than Vartuul altogether. Where it had taken the duo to rip open a rend in the scales of Garljing's brood, the holy soldier took matters into his own hands. The assault and power up front is enough to make Vartuul fight a defensive battle.

For the first time since arriving, Vartuul seems to backpedal. There is a discreet difference in tone of the battle- Where for once, the commanding aficionado is not Vartuul.

But Pericles. Lava scalds the world around them, spires of obsidian threaten to cut into the warrior. Yet he continues. Chipping away at scales, flesh, soon spilling blood - Vartuul snapped down upon Pericles with his full force.

Only for Caladbolg to tear through his body, splattering crimson about.

"Enough!"

The world froze for a moment as Vartuul rose into the sky, beginning to coalesce every last drop of mana into one final burst. A barrage aimed no longer for any particular foe.

But rather the entire Osronan force that had come to rid of him and his kin.

The attack itself? It may very well have rivalled the intensity of the sun. It was time for them all to step forward and stop him, lest lose everything they came here for.

"Stoke the flames; Consume them all."
(Vartuul)
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[20:44] The battle continued all around them, soldiers coming and going. Del tried to avoid it all, sticking near the onslaught against the dragon- No one sane would keep close, only those with an eye for this beast. Such as them, and as Pericles goes in right after a concluding fight with the Dragonlord, well, they're entirely impressed. The Stellus, once High Keeper, fended off the beast. Del couldn't help but stand still, lips parted in awe of his abilities.

But this wasn't the time to be taken aback. A goal needed to be accomplished. And when he stepped back, they stepped up. Starlight shining bright around their frame. It's as though the Stars looked down upon them all, maybe even for a moment.

It's quick, this transition. Already are they before the beast, staff in hand yet their eyes fill with sorrow. Despite it's actions, the deeds it's committed, the people in the villages whose lives were lost, they feel bad for what's tohappen.

Hopefully others join forth, the effort made more grand. Bigger-- It'd feel like less a burden on their heart, yet even if they don't they'd still bear it all. The weight of taking a life, or aiding in it.

"To the Stars for judgement..."

Quiet words spoken out to Vartuul.
(Del mer Joyau)
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[20:46] Marie watched the combatants.

It was like a Swan Song to Osrona, to the war, as they fight the Dragon - the warriors, her friends, making work of the creature - it seemed like a victory, a rallying cry for Osrona, as she watched how Siegfried and Elesius worked together. The woman herself? Marred by vague wounds, her armor scuffed and bruises resting under her form from a previous battle, yet now more than ever she seemed powerful; like she hadn't ever felt before. There was some pride in the Petrakis; for her nation, as they fought against the creature - pride for her King, for Siegfried and Elesius, and for Pericles who had fought valiantly against the raging monster; but now? It was her time, to finish it with the final assault. The bulk of the battles had been victories. The sword lowered off of her shoulder, Marie walked forward - holding the sword with one hand, as it coalseced with light, the blade wrapped in its valiant glow. From the depths of her very heart the glow came, and from the blade it extended, up to her form.

Igniting her in silver light. It was a lot to take in, the smell of smoke, of blood, the bruises from her wounds, the fact that she was still catching her breath after the prior battle - yet every bit of it was welcomed, loved. It was why she was here, why she looked to do battle; to protect them.

Alexander, Ilsa, Siegfried, Elesius; Kofe, the Rhonyish, her cousins, the Kingdom. A dragon would spare no Mercy, and facing down the creature she wouldn't either.

"Let's finish this thing off, hm?" A call to the others, the final few with her remaining; the Princess exhausted, but also excited.

From that light around her body came warmth that filled the air, the dark blue eyes seeming brighter and more alive than ever before as she raised her blade to point it at the large beast - to stare down it, like a sniper taking aim. It was a challenge, and the bright grin on her face rested warm. Unlike other fighters? She didn't make any claims - she didn't antagonize it with words she maybe couldn't back up, or say any cool witty one liners. Instead,

"I am Marie ras Petrakis. I wish you a good fight." Spoken to the Dragon, offering it that warm and bright smile as she prepared to battle - a charge had, as she sprinted in towards the beast; taking the blade now in both hands, to tightly grip its hilt, holding it as the Petrakis leapt in to try and take the first blow.

A passionate battle cry escaping her lungs as she did so.
(Marie ras Petrakis)
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[20:46] War was Hel, and by the Gods was he living it. Blades sing against others as spells fly to and fro. Fire was everywhere - Gods he hated fire. It reminded him of that day long, long ago...

Then there's Sythaeryn just out of the corner of the Sudburian Knight's eyes. Injured - Weakened. Perhaps he should... No. Where's the glory in beating the Hel out of an injured enemy? Tightening his fists he'd shift his gaze back towards the main target of this all.

Vartuul.

Sparks crackle and pop about his frame as Pericles managed to land another resounding blow against them. There's a light grumble that escapes him - Sadly from his stomach! Honestly, this was the worst time for him to start his religious practices.

Web-like electrical burns dance along his skin as the Ookami prepares to launch right at his target. Do or die, this was the time to get moving. Whether the rest of the forces joined him or not it didn't matter to him.

This was glory. This was a strike back at Theria for what he'd lost.

"Fuckin' o'ergrown lizard...- Carryin' Saekanis's fiery winter. Get th' fuck outta m' city!" Thalis boomed, promptly zapping right off towards the winged death machine.
(Thalis lei Avitus)
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[20:50] The last effort to put down the dragon would need to be pushed by those left. While Alexander, Pericles, Elesius and Siegfried all had their opportunities for charging at the beast - And each dealing a significant blow to its stamina, it was time for the other remaining knights and cadets to put it down for good.

Andrew continued to bounce around with his hunting dagger as a hook for extra mobility, each attempt that he could brought up to slowly charge his blade with solar power, peeking at every sunray that dared expose itself for the sun knight's use.

There was no point in rushing in for the battle, taking an advantageous position to properly charge at the dragon; To finally clip its wings, and cut its flight short. The time had come to deal a blow to Garjling's brood.

Or to die trying.
(Andrew Lancaster)
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[20:52] Vartuul exclaims, "INSECTS! FALL BEFORE VARTUUL THE SKYSPLITTER!!"
[20:56] {Won Restrained RPB against Vartuul}
[20:56] {NARRATION} (Vartuul may RP first, then others can follow!)

[21:03] {Item} Picked up a bag of 3000 dropped by Sythaeryn.
[21:05] Vartuul's magma coalesced into an almighty meteor of ludicrous proportions. As he hoisted it into the air, this attack would sit in the sky for some time to come. Absorbing mana, flames, and power - He would leap from target to target, slashing them across the torso and causing obsidian spires to erupt en-masse all around the arena.

It almost seemed like the heat might grow to a point that they'd faint. Volcanic claws erupt from Vartuul as each one of them met an impact that'd leave a lasting burn for years to come.

Uri's flaming shield would be enough to nullify some of the radiant force while Del, Andrew and Marie's cosmic ability all lent to their haste. Meteors explode behind them, the entire sky lightning up with warfare.

Like a war in heaven.

Crashing down at once as magic struck at his wings, the apocalyptical orb in the sky began to slowly crescent down towards the troops in full. But as it slowly got closer to its target and they continued to pool their collective might into Vartuul's hide, his consciousness waned.

The son of Garjling began to fall from grace, the attack he'd held together to wipe the field clean began to come apart. Bit by bit, attacks shatter scales - They break bones. Blood trickled free from Vartuul as his wings expanded outwards once more.

"Insects cannot compare to dragons! This is all wrong! You cannot win- You cannot-"

But try as he might to trash about in one last defiant act, the added sum of the remaining fighter's magic was enough to break through defense after defense after defense. The cataclysm was avoided - And Vartuul lay motionless on the floor, blood leaving his form at gross rates.

.. Unconscious. Defeated. Vartuul the Skysplitter would not claim victory on this field over Osrona. They had won.
(Vartuul)
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21:21] The fight was with vigor, eyes wide and bright with power as the assault continued - swords swinging, as she fought alongside her companions. Each one brought everything to the table, each one gave it their all, every one of them fighting among the behemoths blazing waves and roaring fire - magma and destruction spreading across the field as she was kept on her toes. Light, like valor flooding out of her, struck the Dragon as each person offered their abilities, each person gave it their all.

Del's furious cosmic, Uri's raging flames, the Lightning of Thalis, the star fueled Andrew, and the force of Evergreen - combined, all and all, with the monster weakened from battle; they pushed back, silver light continuing to flood from the presence as she danced among the flame and ruined earth, a battle to remember for the ages. It wasn't her carrying the battle, it was one they all took part in - it wouldn't be ended without their combined efforts. Their target? It wasn't a person, it was a force of nature; it was something that would decimate her home land.

And the Petrakis? Accidentally filled the shoes of Serea, the one who wasn't here, and acting in her stead she was going for the kill. The bright flashes of silver and red, explosions of ground, red hot magma that splashed on armor and threatened to melt it if not discarded; the scorched battle, that she'd tell future generations of Petrakis' for ages to come. The monster roared.

This is all wrong.

Yet they were striving for peace, they were the ones being attacked. Marie had wished it a good fight, but she never intended for it to be a fight; it was a slaughter, and the Drakanite's watching on could agree that it was nothing close to good. With the combined might of Osrona, it was pushed back, beams of light spreading from Marie, followed up by booms of lightning, cosmic, flame and the like, a storm of destruction that slowly overtook the Dragon. Maybe if it hadn't been injured prior, it would have won; maybe they wouldn't stand a chance.

But now? They had their victory.

Marie sprinted along the grass, and dropping her form she'd leap; the combined strength of a Magi, and her Agility, along with the overflow of light that seemed to empower her very form? It gained her height, as the creature fell unconscious, and in a drop she brought the blade down at its neck. A silver beam of light, bright and shinning in the smoke filled neck, extended out from the sword; and as she plunged? The unconscious beast would find the sword crashing on its neck, slicing through; separating it, before the Therian's that so boldly attacked them, aimed to kill all of them, the spray of blood from the creatures severed head acting as a mist along the battle field - Marie standing next to the slain Dragon, covered in wounds, burns, and ichor from her kill.

Those blue eyes staring out towards all that remained, bright as the silver glow was only dimmed by the red rain that now fell around them.

"Is that all!?" Marie yelled out, voice raspy and hoarse, drunk on adrenaline and power, as her sword hand shook - the blade separated from its hilt, now almost broken from her beheading of the creature. She had won- /they/ had won. The Princess stared around to her allies, the wide blue eyes looking to each of them, before she rested her hand on the head of the Dragon.

Grinning, boldly; brightly, among the wreckage of their fight. Drenched red, but as radiant as a Petrakis could be in the moment of victory.
(Marie ras Petrakis)
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[21:21] Aiding the allied Knights of Osrona towards the Dragon, Vartuul the Skysplitter.

The Teraphim battled on facing off agaisnt the very Flames and Magma that very well could if not rival a god. It was immeasurable heat and Evergreen would allow her Immortalized Vines to lead charge and attempt to hinder the Dragon in some way. Followed by spores and Flora firing off more towards it's outer frame.

Evergreen allowed her allies safe passage towards the manifested tree of live to rejuvenate their vitality. Hopefully to keep them in the fight. Sadly it was not without some downed ally in the mass of the fight. As one of the Knight's Marie ras Petrakis took the final blow agaisnt the Dragon. Evergreen would withdraw her forces of Nature and watch as the scene unfolds.

Her staff held close to her chest she would look towards the sky. The battle had seemed in their favor but.. at the cost of what.. senseless violence? Captives? Bloodshed.. it all seemed pointless. Maybe this wasn't.. the balance she believed in..

Doubt. Began to cloud her thoughts.
(Evergreen Solstice)
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[21:21] It's a Dragon, and by the Gods was he lost on how the Hel was going to do damage to this. Vicious rushes by the starving Ookami lay blow after blow against the scaled devastator. Waves of flames and scorched earth alone sought to bring the group of fighters down.

Yet Thalis is faster-- Somehow. Truth be told he didn't know how in the Hel he was managing it but he was! Upon a finished rush of rapid kicks and punches the Avitus practically blinks away from his position of attack - Bobbing, weaving his way through the waves of Helfire.

Yet it all felt... Weak. Nothing could pierce this dragon bar one move alone.

Burning ozone takes its claim in the air of smoldering earth-- The Ookami's nose overwhelmed by the scent itself. Yet it's that kind of charge he needed. Electricity roars from those blackened, web-like scars that crawled on his frame as it seeps into his form; Forming a singular blade of static among his right arm.

Body shaking rapidly under the constant duress of drawing his element further in he'd prepare to launch forth one final time. Using the battlefield as his hunting grounds the Asenite darts from surface to surface-- Constantly launching himself upon unseen charges of electricity before a thunderous boom sends him careening across the scaled destroyer's hide... Leaving his bowler hat in the dust.

Lightning carves an ever so light scratch into the dragon's hide-- Something to draw the attention away for everyone else to come piling in if need be. Tumbling to a halt he'd pant heavily, narrowing his gaze to watch the final strike.
(Thalis lei Avitus)
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[21:21] There it was, a fine battle between mortals and a true dragon. Heat against many other elements such as cosmic and more. Uri himself, through the primordial flame was able to fend off some of the heat, he had to or else he would fall... And the battle would go on, and on with some of the tides tilting in the dragons advantage, but ultimately... The tide would change onto their's. Where Osrona would claim this victory through all of their efforts, and the Princess, Marie would be the one to land the final killing blow...

"Poetic Justice..." Uri said with a smile towards the old friend of his.. Just like that... He remembered when she was younger, when she always spoke of fighting in a war, of fighting for her town of Osrona… "Easy does it," the young Captain spoke, watching as Marie went forward to do what she had to.

"The curtains, have fallen, and this war, is yours to claim my friend," even though he knew it was not done by her alone. He admired the very image that was before him, of everyone, of the dragon and those who have fought it before hand... Esbern'o and the others who have fought all of the other battles, and how brave they were for doing so... He knew there would be some losses, but, right now, his eyes were so focused on the masterpiece of victory... So focused, on taking what he could from the dragons body..

"...Now's the time," he said coldly as he would rush forward once Marie had slain the beast, and through his flames would he focus the heat of an inferno into his fist, moving with the speed of his meteor dash in an attempt to take the dragons wings, slicing them off as symbolic decorations onto his ship, the Soaring Phoenix...

Clearly, the acts of a legalized pirate, or rather a wanderer with a trust worthy crew... Uri would then stop there...After all, the horse couldn't carry too much weight...

From then on, after the wings would be claimed...He'd begin to relax if only for a little while.. His flames, both his fist and body, went from a raging blaze, to a collection of tiny embers, until finally... Nothing but hot air... His hands, bruised and somewhat burned from the intense heat of the dragons flames... He had to fight it up close, he was an unarmed combatant after all... But, tis, was but a battle wound, something to remember it by for a glorious battle... An honorable fight, a testament of strength between man and the crimson behemoth. After that...

Uri would ride off into the sunset for his departure from the knights and friends he came to help.
(Uri cos Brienne )
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[21:28] Many dead. That was fine. The western borders were burning. Great.

However, the dragon was defeated, slain. The same one they had called from the mountains with an offering of their dragonic blood. The anger that flashed in Sythaeryn eyes was an emotion not so easily distilled into words, a flame that burned so hot it was a vivid, blinding red, lighting up his strained gaze. His fangs gnashed wildly as the call to reetreat was given to both sides; neither was the victor either, and the drakanite in particular had a torn, bloody wing.

Yet he does not quite move just now.

"You...You'll all regret this," he called out, their names vivid in his mind. If Osrona found him a threat before they were in for an unfortunate surprise. "I, Sythaeryn, Dragonlord of Theria, declare outright war on all of Osrona. Every knight, every noble, every royal. By the blood of my ancestors and all who will come after me. Even in Hel my spirit will not rest until this vengenace has been quenched."

Angry words from a young man that had just watched his god be slain before his very eyes. His idealized form, what he strived to become, day in, day out.

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The armies of Osrona and Theria depart, wounded. But the blistering anger does not leave his heart.

In the end, they fought to protect what was theirs, and kill what was a threat.

... And so would he. Passionately.
Until death.
(Sythaeryn)
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[21:38] Finality. When the end finally comes, it's a time to reflect. Upon the life of a dragon, it is an oasis- An ocean- Compared to the drops of water that is a human's livelihood. As he collapsed and fell unconscious, there was no more struggle as the blade met his neck. The magic pooled together one last time.

The bloodied, beaten form of the dragon would be an imprint forever in their minds. The blood of Garjling is spilt, the body of the Skysplitter is rend. Death takes Vartuul in his final moments.

.. And the final curtain is closed.

How would the world of Esshar change for the future?
(Vartuul)

[21:45] Uri rode his horse.. Silver bullet into the setting sun.. He looked back only for a moment as the drakanite who had slain his sister Faira made his cry...Revenge, at long last, making the drakanite suffer... Uri smiled at this! Making his horse stand on two legs through his yell. "Yah!" The horse had risen up, and Uri would hold the hat he wore onto his head, while the great dragons wings would be dragged on the soil.

A pirate at heart, as he would speak, "No hard feelings right? Now we're even," he did not yell this. He spoke from the distance he had gained. Riding out, back home to Osrona, succeeding in this aid that was given, his secondary act as a noble.

As for Marie, Alexander, Thalis and all those around. He'd pray for them, as a member from the guardian stars house of Anos. This, was a peaceful ride home, if anyone did not stop him along the way... The war was over, and this young Captain made his declarations to the cosmos upon reaching the boarder. "Faira… Rest easy my sister. I can finally... Live life not wallowing in the past... For Justice was given, through all of Osrona."

A New Life, for a Captain with goals he'd never dream to have.
(Uri cos Brienne )
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