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Ah, perhaps the most dangerous and bloody part of this timeline, Mount Hotan... Even from its base, the knight could practically sense the twisted, mindless auras of the monsters that called this spire home. Their energy wafted off the stone like a potent stench, one that Garland almost seemed to share, seeing as beasts of this sort often populated his Cornelian dominion. Ah, it almost reminded him of the Chaos Shrine, what with ruins of old civilizations dotting the neck of this great mountain, covering up natural stone with their cut varients, blocks crumbling and collapsing, displaying an almost insectoid shell of what once could have been a mighty civilization! Already, the fallen knight had scaled the dilapidated road-like indention along the sides of the snowy mountain, his blood dripping with the freshly shed blood of the foolish creatures that thought he, GARLAND, was an easy meal.
...They were so fragile...
A pity, really, fore his purpose on this mountain was not merely to admire the inevitable results of war nor to poach off the pathetic, starving beasts along the cliff-side. No... He required minions. Humans, beasts, it did not matter. Just creatures smart enough to take orders, strong enough to carry them out and dumb enough to do so without question. Goblins, giant insects, even reptilians would serve for now, a fine foundation of meat to toss into the grinder. If he was to start carving his claim into this pathetic landscape, he would need beasts strong enough to ward off the heroes of light that populated this timeline... creatures that would inevitably wash over them like a tide of blood.
...And so, Garland found himself here... and found himself wanting. Oh, the creatures here were mighty, yes... But unintelligent. Even as their limbs were hacked off one at a time, even as they watched the blood of their kin splash across their own faces, they would still attack Garland with an unrelenting viciousness, their fear, if they possessed such an emotion, not being strong enough to pressure them into a state of subservience. Still, if there was one silver-lining to this mission, it was that his sword's thirst for blood was steadily being quenched. Yes, Rebellion had a desire for battle that rivaled even its owner's, each hack into its target granting immeasurable pleasure to the twisting weapon, each cut as if slicing into the secrets of the universe! It was a sense of completion shared by both Garland and weapon... a reason likely why he hadn't found a better tool for war just yet.
"...Ah..." Garland muttered, his head tilting upward as a deep, ECHOING roar screamed across the top of the mountain. "...A dragon... Perhaps the beast I am looking for..."
Post by Laurelin Hawthorne on Aug 7, 2020 8:55:06 GMT -6
The mole folk did not willingly cut off contact with the rogue trading post; the congealed blood was testament enough. Rot and smothered damp ashes and musk made a pungent mix, twisting the inners as it stung the eyes.
Bound in her woolen robes, marking her class and rank, Laurelin lifted the hem a fraction from the ground. "A shame," she spoke aloud, her voice echoing within the expansive mine shaft. She walked further on, her footfalls silent, taking in the carnage. Elves were not made to live underground, more-so when it resembled catacombs, a grim reminder of how fast other life can be snuffed.
A roar pierced the air, shaking the stalactites and her thoughts alike. Pausing, she listened. Another uproar came, and the elf knew what caused such a ruckus. "Oh, a dragon," she said, lips turning upwards as her shoulders lowered. Only to go rigid as reality dawned, wiping the smile from her face. "A dragon."
The cavern floor rumbled, followed by the scraping of claws on rock. Laurelin needn't stick around to realize that, if she knew of the dragon's presence, so did the dragon knows of hers. She ran. The dragon, having sensed panic, sped up.
She cleared the entrance with a dragon and a spray of debris at her heels. Pivoting, she faced the harbinger. It was ancient in ways that made her seem young, she who'd seen spruces sprout and wither and birth another generation. Laurelin found herself awestricken, despite the tangible fear coursing within her veins. Fossilized foliage fused itself to the beast's carapace, stirring dust with each muscle twitch, a living time capsule.
Laurelin raised her hand, let the magic flow to her fingertips. "Blizzaga."
A sheet of ice crystallized, sealing the cavern and trapping the beast within. Laurelin grunted, feeling the force upon her makeshift connection as he dragon thrashed against it, claws chipping away at the frozen wall. Sweat dotted her brow as she willed the spell to hold, her arms trembling to keep the dragon at bay, as she considered her next move.
The haunting sound of steel boots crunching the brittle snow beneath then echoed throughout the snow-dotted air surrounding the mouth of the cave where Laurelin stood, armor clanking heavily together with each step. A haunting figure in blackened steel plate contrasted the gentle purity of the surrounding snowy mountain-top, a shadow contained within charred, blackened metal standing stalwart within the cold as the mage desperately struggled to maintain their icy barrier.
"A foolish mistake to trap the beast." A deep, harsh voice echoed out upon the harsh winds, as if it bounced off of each tender, tumbling snowflake and growing stronger with each reflection! "But you and your ilk are scarcely capable of making intelligent decisions." His blade dragging lightly in the snow behind him like the tail of the great beast trapped within the cave, Garland would walk right up beside one of his most hated enemies resting his plated palm upon the icy barrier of Blizzaga. Despite the thick layers of stone and ice blocking out virtually all sound, the warrior could feel the utter might and strength of the dragon's screams as it RAMMED it's body repeatedly against its restraints! Through the clear, crystal-like frost, Garland observed the beast, its blackened scales and horns curved forward like those of a bull, thick saliva rolling down between its teeth and upon the floor, untouched by the surrounding cold. Its body, thick with muscle and bone, rolling out under it's scales like the joints and makings of one vast siege engine, hits tongue forked and long, lashing at the ice as readily as it's horns and body!
"This barrier will not hold a great beast such as this. Reinforcing it will only waste your stamina and my time. We must face it head-on. As warriors."
There was no need for explanation, nor to fight a battle that had a definite outcome. Garland had broken away from the compulsions of the gods in order to escape an existence defined by certainty. Laurelin alone could not stand up to him, let alone slow him down. Her blood, especially with her constrained within the bindings of her own focus, would stain his blade before she could even mount something remotely like a defense. No... She would either aid him in his goals or flee and disgrace the cause she had committed herself too.
...Or stab the knight in the back and display what nobility meant to her.
Whatever her decision, the outcome would be the same, Garland's fingers would JAB deep within the icy wall of Laurelin's Blizzard spell and, with a MASSIVE tug, Garland would RIP a massive double-door-sized chunk RIGHT out of it, allowing the great dragon to SMASH through with demonic SCREAM of triumph! The massive, hulking reptilian would BASH out past Garland and the Mage of Light, throwing them both in opposite directions as it rushed out, whirling around quickly to face them with a haunting, vengeful snarl!
Garland himself would be sent flying meters back, landing heavily on his feet in a ploom of snow, thrusting Rebellion deep into the rocky ground beneath him to slow... and eventually stop his backwards momentum!
"Yes..." The knight whispered, clenching his free hand into a tight, quivering fist before him! "I feel your anger, your POWER! You ARE a truly mighty creature! I will take great pleasure in battling you... and forcing you to my side!"
Post by Laurelin Hawthorne on Nov 11, 2020 19:41:14 GMT -6
She barked a single “Wait” that fell on deaf ears. For Garland, in his infinite wisdom, had taken to tearing into the ice wall, severing her concentration. Laurelin grit her teeth as the sensation of her veins searing like a lightning-struck tree. “You—"
The dragon sprang free in an explosion of splintering ice. Elven padding was equal to their equanimity, both of which came naturally to Laurelin’s bloodline. Unfortunately, both did not extend to giant reptilian wings unfurling at breakneck speed, creating whirlwinds in its wake, hurtling the elf aside like a rag doll, leaving a small furrow in her wake, before her feet sunk into the snow. “—lunatic!”
Mouthing unsavory words Elvish sailors favored, Laurelin rose from the ruts her feet left, gracing the snow with nary a dent, her hair whipping about in a golden flurry equal to her vexation. The beast swung around, releasing a thunderous snarl, its maw slavering. Sweat dotted her brow. Her chest heaved, her breath a stream of white plumes. Yet, even as she stared down the harbinger of death, she steeled her resolve. She had faced dragons in the past, she could do so again. Only—she dared a glimpse at Garland—this was different. She was not amongst allies.
And her enemy turned questionable associate spoke.
“Crystals,” she breathed. Garland was formidable alone; a one-man army in his own right. To conquer a dragon by himself, to bend it to his will, would give him another edge as razor sharp as his unique weapon. She could not allow that. And yet, Laurelin felt an inkling of regard for the knight. Whether it be by Garland roundabout declaring her a warrior ally or by wishing to grasp such power herself, Laurelin did not dwell upon. “Who said the dragon was yours to claim?”
She knew it was a risk. “Temper,” she whispered, willing her magic to increase the ex-Cornelian knight’s already fearsome strength. “For future reference: give a warning before shattering active spell-casting.” Despite herself, she gave a wry smile. “It’s like severing a limb. You understand, yes? Good. Remember it well”
And the dragon made its move.
I figured I'd let you control the dragon. I'll toss in a few things here and there!
