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Post by Talon on May 21, 2008 19:34:44 GMT -5
Solranous, Kisara, Shive, and Mortis all landed in the dead-center of the Abandoned District, Shive still unconscious and Mortis still 'asleep'. The wyrmling stirred, then coughed in his sleep before pulling himself upright, blinking. he coughed again, then halted, eyes extremely wide before he started poking himself.
"I'M ALIVE?! HOW?! I shoulde've died!" He screamed, shaking.
He glanced around, seeing Solranous and the others, then sighed, shaking his head.
"I suppose they had something to do with it..." He muttered.
He then sat on his haunches and watched the three, waiting for them to awake. Unnoticed by anyone, however, was an odd purple gleam in Mortis's pupils...
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Post by Azure_Ghidorah on May 22, 2008 19:34:44 GMT -5
Solranous groaned, "Argh... I hate being teleported so suddenly" The dragon then picked himself up, and stared at the now alive Mortis.
'Thank go- Wait...'
Solranous made a mental scan of Mortis' body... and he could detect that something wasn't right... What it was though, was beyond his knowledge.
'Sh*t... We'll have to keep an eye on him... I fear he may suffer the fate of Bagan.'
He only knew this because of what he found out from Myrr and Cynder, both of which somewhat reluctant to tell him, but none the less did so, hoping Mortis would forgive them for giving out private information.
'He does not realize that this is all the more reason for me to help protect him... To give him the life he never had...'
"Augh... did someone get the license plate of that semi? I feel like my head's splitting open..." Kisara groaned, picking herself up and somewhat stumbling.
"We're home, Kisara, and it seems we've succeeded." Solranous told her.
'At least... too some extent.'
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Post by Talon on May 22, 2008 21:43:11 GMT -5
"Suceeded... yeah..." Mortis muttered, glancing off to the side.
He knew Dogolas had done something to him, other than reviving him. He wasn't sure what though...
A sigh came to their attention, and they turned to see a red-robed wizard strolling down the street towards them, shaking his head. He knelt down next to Shive, inspecting the massive head-trauma the dragonkin suffered, and tsked. He reached into a pocket hanging from his belt, then pulled out a vial of golden-green liquid before smashing it on Shive's head, watching the wounds close rapidly. He brushed himself off as he stood up, then glanced at Mortis, his expression darkening.
Mortis didn't have to read the arch-mage's mind to know what happened. Vazaad nodded, before his expression brightened and he smiled, glancing at Solranous and Kisara.
"I assume you two are Shive's friends? Wait, don't tell me... lemme guess..." Vazaad stating, leaning closer to the two.
He tapped his finger on his chin, then snapped it with a smirk.
"You're Solranous, and you're Kisara, am I not correct?" He asked, after pointing to the appropriate two.
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Post by Azure_Ghidorah on May 22, 2008 22:16:03 GMT -5
"Correct... And if what I sense is correct, you are a spellcaster of some sort? Strong at that..." Solranous replied and asked, Kisara just balked, then tapped Solranous' arm.
"Hmm?" the dragon asked telepathically.
"How the hell did he know who we were?"
"Shive likely told him about us at some point, but hadn't pinned down a description. There could be other reasons too."
"...True..."
Solranous then arched an eyebrow, which was still non-existant.
"Hmm? Draconic heritage? Interesting..." Solranous mused, making Kisara glance at Vazaad in shock.
"He doesn't look like he's part dragon..."
Solranous glanced at Kisara with a look that conveyed one message, You did not just say that, did you?
"Eep. Right... Sorry... Looks can be decieving..."
Solranous rolled his eyes, "I highly doubt he was offeneded." Then his eyes furrowed shut.
'What is this feeling? It's like there's... another extension of myself...'
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Post by Talon on May 22, 2008 22:31:40 GMT -5
Vazaad grinned, showing off abnormally sharp teeth for a human.
"Not at all, my friends! Name's Vazaad, archmage is my game!" He announced, bowing.
"Showoff." Mortis muttered under his breath.
Vazaad gave him an irritated glance, then turned his gaze back to the others. He cocked an eyebrow at Solranous, then fumbled for something in his pocket. He pulled out what appeared to be a large red scale, almost the size of his hand, and he aimed it at Solranous, scratching his chin as he stared at the scale.
Odd... he doesn't seem to be any type of known dragon... though, if what Shive told me is true, he's artificial... therefore either a new breed, or just a hodgepodge of different dragons, like Artecaex was... he thought.
He pocketed the scale, noting how a lingering aura of the magic surrounded Solranous. He cocked an eyebrow, then asked,
"I know I'm stepping into harmful boundaries, and I apologize in advance, but did Armageddon, by any chance, give you any arcane talents?"
The mage scratched his head, then threw his hood back, revealing red hair that was short around the front of his head, and shoulder-length at the back. His iris's were a golden-yellow, and his skin was somewhat-pale, lightly freckled.
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Post by Azure_Ghidorah on May 22, 2008 23:17:55 GMT -5
"You would not have had the opportunity to ask me that question if I had little to no talent in arcane arts. It is, after all, what brought me from my old existance as a human into one of a dragon, and kept me alive at one point. And yes, I am an conglomeration of multiple dragon types. Though I lack the Frost Dragon traits, so I originally had a weakness to ice-based assault, though with the training I've done for myself, I've been able to insert a field of energy through my scales that reduces this weakness. Excuse me, I've strayed off the normal path, yes, I do have talent in arcane arts."
Kisara meekly raised a hand, "Excuse me but what are 'arcane arts'?"
Solranous glanced back to her and said, "In simple terms, genuine magic."
But he also notice something about her... a small neon blue glow lightly out-lined her form... almost like reiatsu...
"Kizoku... Will reiatsu transfer to both parties if a link were to be formed between them? A tight link?"
'Like a spellcaster and hiz familiar? Yes, Shive was a perfect demonstration of this. Why do you- You can't be serious...'
"I'm dead serious, I think that Kisara and I have bonded close enough that she has gained a fraction of my reiatsu... and I am regenerating what is lost from this... Which would explain like I'm feeling something that's an extention of myself... because of my reiatsu."
'Oh boy... who knows vhere this is gonna go...'
"This may just be an after affect of how close she's been to me, like Armageddon to Cynder... but if it gets stronger, or she starts displaying things that would suggest it, I'll tell her..."
'I don't know vhat I'm hoping for more...'
"Whatever it is, we will find out in due time..."
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Post by Talon on May 23, 2008 18:14:40 GMT -5
Vzaad nodded to the 'genuine magic', then replied,
"Close... it's one of the three types of magic. Arcane magic comes from blood inheritance from dragons or extraplanar entities, or from years of study."
He paused as Shive groaned, pulling himself to his feet. Vazaad grinned his sharp smile, then grabbed Shive by the collar, hoisting him to his feet.
"Kay, we gotta go. Shive has training to do." Vazaad stated to the others.
Shive blinked, then looked at Vazaad.
"I do?" He asked.
Vazaad nodded, then made a few rapid hand-gestures before he and Shive blinked out of existance with a 'pop' noise. Mortis blinked, then glanced around, shuddering as the feeling of foreboding doom returned to him. His scales stood on end as he felt he was being watched, and his pupils slowly dialated. He backed into a wall from the fear, eyes darting from side to side as the air around him got a bit colder, and he started hyperventalating.
Who's watching me?! I know someone is! He thought.
His eyes flared open as wide as they could go, and he started screaming as he looked as though he were choking or trying to vomit. He stopped jerking, and he collapsed, groaning,
"I don't... urgh... feel so... good..."
A row of small tendrils had sprouted along his jawline, and his pupils dialated into slits, whereas the whites of his eyes were now yellow. He threw his head back and started screaming in agony as the cracking of bones was heard from his small frame, his body expanding in size. His legs shifted, causing the wyrmling to take an upright stance as his wings slid into his back, forming a pair of spiked fins. His muscles expanded greatly in size as three horns sprouted from his head; one on his snout aiming forward, and one on either temple that bent at a 90 degree angle.
The once-wyrmling was now 10 feet in height, his coloration darkened and his form similar to a saurian's. His maw opened and closed as he let out raspy breaths, and he let out a deepened bellow into the sky, then turned his now-soulless gaze on Solranous and Kisara. He uttered a baleful growl as he took a step towards the two, tail lashing...
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Post by Azure_Ghidorah on May 23, 2008 21:52:51 GMT -5
Solranous' eyes bulged, as pushed Kisara behind him, gazing at the now transformed Mortis.
"Why... Why him..." Solranous asked himself. He then held his hand out towards the saurian-like Mortis and invoked his telekinesis, freezing his target in place, and pushing his head up so that he couldn't use his breath weapon.
"Hopefully I can hold him still until he reverts from this transformation... I don't want to hurt him..."
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Post by Talon on May 23, 2008 22:04:17 GMT -5
((Hope I use this guy correctly... *apologizes in advance*))
Mortis's maw suddenly broke out into a disturbing grin as his eyes were rimmed in a purple glow. Solranous's vision hazed over for a moment, and he saw, standing in Mortis's place...
Armageddon, in his Bankai form.
The demon warlord issued a cackling hiss, then asked,
"Thought your spell worked on me, eh? Hmph. Just the kind of thought I'd expect from such a flawed subject. Your power is impressive, true, but you just can't kill me. After all, I'm immortal."
All three heads were thrown back in dark laughter, then the demon sorcerer continued,
"You're just some over-zealous little worm that thought he had the power to overthrow his master! Well you're wrong! You were always wrong, Darkdrium! And now I shall destroy everything you ever cared about! Starting with-"
All three heads turned towards Kisara, yet the woman saw only Mortis tilting his head in her direction.
"Your wench." Armageddon finished, grinning.
All three heads opened, as fire began spiraling into their open maws.
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Post by Azure_Ghidorah on May 24, 2008 16:19:05 GMT -5
(Armageddon: Now I'm just an illusion!? T_T Why does the world hate me besides the obvious!?
Azure: *whacks Armageddon with a rolled up newspaper* Shut up.
Armageddon: ... *mutters*
Azure: Anyways, yeah, that's good enough to be Armageddon.)
Solranous snarled, launching a few Spirit Rockets at 'Armageddon's' chest, which was actually Mortis' face. Being an illusion instead of the real thing though, 'Armageddon' was unfazed, still building power.
Solranous' eyes bulded at this, and he interposed himself between Kisara and 'Armageddon.'
"damn it Armageddon... I don't fear you any more! I won't let you shove me around to do your bidding any more! I've killed you once, and I'll do it again if I must!" Solranous declared, drawing Kizoku.
"Solranous, Armageddon's not here..." Kisara said firmly. Surprised, Solranous looked back to her.
"W-What!?"
"It's... Mortis must be using an illusion..."
Solranous looked back at 'Armageddon' and squinted his eyes, focusing all his power into clearing the image shown to him... but...
"If it is an illusion, I have not the strength to see through the falsification..." Solranous grumbled, still defense if worst came to worst...
"What the hell happened to Mortis!?" a certain wyrmling cried, and Cynder dove in, landing next to Solranous and looking fearfully at the transformed Mortis. Tenitively, she stepped towards him and yelled, "Mortis! Please snap out of it! What's happened to you!? Mortis!!!"
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Post by Talon on May 24, 2008 16:28:18 GMT -5
The illusion faded, allowing Solranous to see Mortis as he was before. The mutant dragon glared at Cynder and snarled, the burnt sections of his face already beginning to regenerate. His arms jerked against Solranous's telekinesis, managing to weaken the dragon's hold on him, but not well enough. Mortis hissed again, thrashing about against Solranous's grip, hoping it would weaken. The saurian dragon began snorting and snarling, puffs of cold air flitting out of his nostrils before he threw his head back and let out a high-pitched shriek.
"What's-happened-to-me?!" Mortis's voice broke through, though heavily deepened.
His panting died down, and his eyes, though still feral, now bore an addition of fear, his pupils not as dialated as before. He stared at the others for a few moments, then shrieked again as his eyes 'slitted' again, and his thrashing began anew, though only half as strong.
"GRAAA!!! Kill me! Kill me before something bad happens!" He roared.
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Post by Azure_Ghidorah on May 24, 2008 17:13:55 GMT -5
"Not a chance, Mortis! Fight the possession that has taken its grip! Don't let it consume you!" Solranous roared, re-doubling his efforts at restraining Mortis.
"Mortis... I won't let you give up on life. I understand what's happening! I went through darkness like this myself! Don't you dare give up now! Fight with every bit a will you have!"
Cynder was overcome with sorrow when she heard Mortis' shriek... This was... No!
"Mortis!" she cried to the mutated dragon, coming as close as she dared to him. "Mortis, please! Don't... Don't lose hope!"
'I'd feel crushed if what happened to me was brought upon you...'
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Post by Talon on May 24, 2008 17:21:33 GMT -5
The two dragon's cries echoed throughout the dragon's mind, along with his own heartbeat. His thrashing stopped completely as he froze in place, lips pulled back in a snarl, but his eyes were wide. A groaning noise emanated from Mortis, and he appeared to be... bleeding a viscous purple ooze. The ooze billowed out of every pore, seam, and crack in his body until he was envelope din it, then the tower of slime collapsed before the ooze dissapated into a foul-smelling smoke, revealing the wyrmling's natural form beneath.
He was on all fours, his mouth clamped shut and his eyes wide as a bead of sweat rolled down the side of his face. He tried to swallow past a lump in his throat as he stared at the ground before him. A raspy breath escaped his maw, and he broke down, sobbing and shuddering.
"Oh god... n-n... now I know how my father felt... that.... that was horrible..." He gasped, his claws clutching the sides of his head.
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Post by Azure_Ghidorah on May 24, 2008 17:42:07 GMT -5
Cynder bolt towards him, sliding enough that she stopped next to him, placing a wing over his body comfortingly. Solranous sighed, now that he didn't need to use his energy. Kisara tenderly walked towards the two wyrmlings and knelt down by them, hoping she could help in some way.
"Dogolas... damn you..." Solranous muttered, turning around and glaring up at the sky, hoping he could find some sort of answer to his questions, the most prominent one being how to rid Mortis of Dogolas' power without killing him. They could do it with Bagan, right? They should be able to do it now...
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Post by Talon on May 24, 2008 17:54:57 GMT -5
The wyrmling had curled into a sort of tight circle, eyes shut tightly as tears dribbled down his cheeks, his teeth bared in pain.
"There... there was nothing... nothing but darkness... and... and his voice! He wasn't even telling me to do anything! He was just talking in some gibberish!" Mortis managed to wheze out.
I finally get it now, dad... I finally understand what you wanted to protect me from... He thought, loosening slightly.
He gasped again, and his tear fow eventually stopped, though he was still shaking badly.
Unfortunately, when Solranous looked up, all he could see were the darkening clouds on the horizon, and a single object, reminiscint to a jet, flying overhead. Something about that jet seemed familiar though... it was too small to be a normal fighter...
((Eh... end thread?))
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