RDM RP Page #5
Drazon looked at her,"...he is weakened...but not dead."
"I...I...I worry for him," Theria said as a tear streamed down her eye.
Amrevar looked to the side and saw a shadow Dragon...he knew who it was...and he trembled. Darkness left the creature's body and there stood a Drow Elf...almost with the appearance of Amrevar. He had a grin upon his face. amrevar knew he was supposed to bow, but he hated the one who stood there. "Why are you here?" Amrevar asked.
"For you..." The drow Elf said sternly. "You have angered me dearly!" He growled.
"How have I angered you, Father! Tell me!" amrevar's anger was then released.
Back inside the cave drazon flinched.
"What is wrong?" Illatrius asked.
"You should have killed that incompetance you call a daughter! she causes you to love! And love is what the Shadow Dragons forbid! Especially under my reign!" Amrevar's father yelled. "I Dravescar...is seemed to be the first and..last of the true dark lords...You are failing me!"
"Never call Theria an incompetance! I will kill you if you say such again!" Amrevar threatened.
"You cannot kill me..." Dravescar said as he laughed darkly behind his lips. "You would be already dead." A small sphere-shape dark puple gem appeared in his hand and held it out. Black clouds flowed within the gem as if it were like mists. "I can control your fate with not just the seal upon your hand...but with this gem...If it is crushed...your spirit will die along with your body." His voice was cold and harsh.
Drazon shok his head,"...he is angry."
"Amrevar?" Illatrius sighed. "Something must be wrong...again.
..then."
Amrevar stepped back, eyes gleaming with fear. He growled. "You need me." Amrevar then laughed covering his fear and drew his sword.
"What is this act of foolishness!?" Dravescar yelled, bitterly.
"I will fight you for the gem...for my own sake," amrevar replied as his grin faded; he grew stern.
Daleer smiled widely "Why yes I will my lord and thank you greatly. It will also give me a chance to test out my new bow." "Sir your swords are ready." said the blacksmith to daleer. Daleer walked over to the craftsman and handed him the nessacary money and seathed his swords.
"You are welcome...I shall see you at morn then? It has grown dark and I am sure Illatrius wishes me to be with her," Malias bowed. "Farewell, master Daleer." Malias then left for his castle.
"Still! Foolishness! you cannot kill me ...but!...If you are capable of wounding me...then I shall give it to you..." There was a sceme held deep within Dravescar's mind.
Amrevar nodded and readied himself.
Daleer and walked out of the craftmans shop and back to the inn he had a room at. Once there he paid for a mug of ale to help him sleep that and he hadn't had ale in so long because he only drank when he had something to celebrate and he did tomorrow he would be a dragon rider compeleting his life long dream to become the first halfling dragon rider in the history of the world.
The gem in Dravescar's gloved hand vanished like smoke and he unsheathed his black-hilted sword. There was friction between them...they despised eachother more than anything. Dravescar stood stoll with the sword by his side. "Your move, my...son." He glared.
Something suddenly hit Amrevar in his mind, he knew something was wrong...he could sense it some how. He outstretched his wings as he dashed foward with sword prepared to attack; his father parried it and the battle raged with endless strikes and ceasless parrying. Sparks from the clashing blades flew as they clashed with an emmense amount of force, manuevering their blades for their foe's weak spots, but each one became blocked.
Suddenly, amrevar got gashed gashed arossed his eye and down close to his chin; blood dripped onto the floor and the sight in his left eye had faded. He growled as he glared at his father. [changed part. sorry]
Malias entered his castle with closed eyes and sat down upon his throne with a sigh. He was worrying about Amrevar...but then...the sense of his father interrupted his thought..."Amrevar!" He contacted Illatrius through his mind. "Illatrius...My...Amrevar's father...I just felt his presence somehow...Both the Darkness and the Light are disturbed... Amrevar is in danger."
"What!?"Illatrius replied. "I will warn Drazon." With that, there short conversation ended.
Malias leaned foward...gazing at the ground...was he to go stop his father Dravescar? No...He knew he shouldn't...that would only make matters worse...
Drazon looked up,"i know...i am not near strong enough to face his father, he must do this himself."
Illatrius only sighed.
Drazon looked at her,"...i am sorry...but this is his fight."
"I understand," she said
Amrevar thrusted the palm of his hand as it glowed and pushed back Dravescar with tremendous force, throwing him into the wall. Dravescar fell onto his knees, but got up with a dark grin upon his face; his eyes were narrow. "Good..." It was the only thing he said.
Amrevar grinned. "We are well matched...Good enough?" He laughed behind his lips.
"Still not good enough, Amrevar..." Dravescar replied with a glare and he vanished, but reappeared behind Amrevar; the dark lord turned and parried his father's swift attack. They continued to exchanged swings, blocks, and manuevers. Amrevar swerved to the saide to dodge a fatal blow and swung only to be blocked. Then, when there was an open section he slashed at Dravescar's side, injuring him slightly. Amrevar grinned.
Dravescar growled. "Still not good enough!" He shouted as he ruthlessly striked at Amrevar, but amrevar parried until he was stabbed deep into his chest. Dravescar pulled out his sword and grinned as Amrevar stepped back with a clenched fist held at the wound; the sword had pierced through his black armour... He closed his eyes tightly in pain while his head was bowed, baring his clenched teeth. His eyes opened, looking up at Dravescar.
"Err..." amrevar was trembling in the pain.
Dravescar darkly laughed. "I knew...you would not fight good enough...You are weak." With that, Amrevar growled and swung his sword at his father despite his fresh wound; blood streamed down his chest armour. Dravescar blocked the blow and struck again, but became parried. The fight continued to rage with endless strikes and parrying until Amrevar cut a deep slash wound on his father. Dravescar deeply growled. "Very well...you keep your gem," he said as the gem appeared in his hand and dropped to the floor. "Gr...I will make sure you are killed...I conspire against you." He muttered a few words and then he vanished like a mist.
Amrevar weakily walked over and picked it up, gazing at it. When he tried to stand straight, he began to severely cough causing blood to seep from the sides of his mouth...the wound was too near to the heart...it had ravaged his left lung. He covered his mouth with the side of a fist once he had dropped his sword. He leaned back against the wall, peering at the castle doors.
Malias then summoned Erador and Erindor for aid; he was not sure what to do...perhaps they could lend him advice.
Malias' messenger found the pair landing in the courtyard, Erador's massive wings raging a tempest around them before touching down. Erindor wearing his usual black leather attire and greatsword jumped the twenty feet from Erador's shoulders to the ground nimbly, his attention caught on the approaching messenger. The messenger stopped and gave a quick bow, breathing heavily, "Rider Erindor, Erador," he nodded to the large emerald dragon, "Lord Malias wishes your presense in his chambers at once, something is amiss."
Erindor considered briefly while loosening the saddle on Erador, "very well, thank you," was all he said before walking off briskly towards Malias's chambers. Rider and Dragon entered Lord Malias's hall soon after, Erindor's war boots shattering the silence with meanacingly dull clomps despite his easy stride, Erador's talons tapping allong. Eridnor stopped in front of Malias and his thrown, Erador directly behind, "you summoned us Lord Malias?"
"I need your aid, Master Erindor..." Malias replied and then stood up as he eyes turned to Erador's master.
Erador snorted a small plume of smoke through his nostrils at the notion, how may we serve Malias?, rumbled Erador's words into Malias's mind. Erindor was well aware of the mental question, thinking no way to word any such request better, he stood with arms crossed.
"The Dark Lord Amrevar...my brother...is in need...should I aid him? I would...mention the situation of my kin but... somefeeling inside of me tells me not to," Malias answered.
Erindor considered for a moment, collecting his thoughts. What is it you're thinking brother? queried Erador, his large hawk-like, clear-cut malachite eyes gazing at Erindor. Erindor took a moment to mentally berrate himself for not opening his mind to Erador, I apologise Erador...Malias is quite mercyful, and wishes to help his injured brother. It would work out fine for Malias himself to go heal Amrevar, however the risk is so entirely great.
Erador's tail swished along the floor, wings twitching at his sides, you're right in saying the risk is great for Malias to go in and heal Amrevar...he'd have to be accompanied. Erindor knew what Erador was suggesting, and what only could be done if Malias was to travel inside enemy territories.
At last, Erindor adressed Malias, "my Lord, it would be of extreme risk for you to help your brother. I would suggest against it for you to go by yourself, you'd need protection, protection that Erador and I can offer." Erador picked up where Erindor left off, Malias, if you wish to help your brother, it can be done safely. Erindor and I are chancing that your temporary alliance with Amrevar, and his dire need will allow us a safe mission. "That is our thoughts Lord Malias..." added Erindor uncrossing his arms.
"Then.." Malias then said. "Shall you come with me? It would be risking Illatrius's eggs if she had gone with me."
Amrevar suddenly began gasping for air...and leaned over holding his hand up at his wound. "Why..is it always...me...getting involed...in these...pestelent...problems...ugh!" he fell to the floor whe he had passed out...the gem rolled out of his hand.
Erador growled feeling a shift in the balance of power of light and dark. Erindor winced, "yes Lord Malias, we shall go with you, but we must leave, now. On dragonback is the only way to reach Amrevar in time." Tightening the saddle straps around Erador, Erindor scaled up Erador's left side on small leather loops attatched to the saddle's straps. "If you please..." said Erindor, gesturing from Malias to the rear of the saddle. Erador shook his head and snorted smoke impatiently.
Malias then mounted with a slight feeling of anxiety; something told him not to go...but amrevar was his brother...he had to do something.
Let us be off, Erindor said to Erador, however Erador didn't need words, and was allready walking briskly through the palace. His large strides brought them to the courtyard from wence they landed, stop for a moment Erador. "Lord Malias, use the leg straps on the saddle, we may encounter trouble that need to be evaded en route." Still giving ample time, Erador strung his hindlegs in a crouch, wings half cocked and ready.
Malias strapped himself in with the legstraps and said," I am ready," with a slight nod.
Erador let out a loud bugle into the air, and jumped into the night, mighty wings sweeping thrice to pull them easily above the city. "We are going to need a way to signal our good intentions Lord Malias, otherwise I'm sure Amrevar has defenses for his city capable of shooting down dragons," stated Erindor, checking a leg strap.
"There should not be any worries, for I have already passed through his city untouched...and so have his visitors." Malias was sure of himself; he knew more about Amrevar than most, including his defenses. "Amrevar intends to speak with them before they are shot down. We have a free passage through."
Erindor nodded, "very good then...its allways good to plan for the worst ahead. Otherwise we could easily stealth in under the cloak of night, however I'm sure Amrevar would sense your presence Malias." Erador took a glare at the moon before it was covered by a thick cloud, landscapes plunged into darkness.
Malias nodded. "You know stealth?" He watched the moon as well, but looked back at Erindor.
Amrevar slowly gripped the purple spere and opened his eyes to a dim as he gazed at the side wall. His body no longer ached with pain; the sphere was somehow responsible...He turned over and stared at the cieling for some moments thinking about past events...and the gem. He was somehow bound to it...Amrevar felt something alter within him. The evil was growing.
Erador shivered bodily, a wave moving from head to tail in reaction to a sudden haunting clamy chillyness that accompanied the disappearance of the moon behind the cloud. "Aye...nearly all the varying degrees. Erador specializes of course in stealth flight without the assistence of magic, brilliant devil him," responded Erindor, earning a happy growl from Erador.
The small moment of joy was suddenly slashed, Erindor clamped his eyes shut, his body tensed as visions of growing evil surged not indeed just through him, but past him through the lands...any stars being totally blotted out in an evil obsidian sky. He shivered in an unexpected cold envelope in the air, its very nature increasingly hostile as they voyaged closer to Amrevar's city. "...Malias," Erindor started weakly at first, "Lord Malias, there's been a change, I cannot place it, but I no longer think its either safe to any degree, or necessary to procede to your brother's aid.."
Malias nodded. "I certainly agree...He has indeed grown stronger...We must turn back." His heart began to race as he felt Amrevar's sudden change in power. Something had been extrordinarily different.
Amrevar stood up knowing that the wings upon his back had vanished. He turned to face the castle doors on the far side of the room...and grinned darkly. Then he left the throne room into his own after he had stripped himself of his armour and tossed it aside. He felt relieved of it...He knew that it was no longer needed, for if all of his enemies were strong enough to even penetrate the armour, it was useless...besides...it only slowed him down.
When he left his room, almost everything upon him was different; his hair had become longer and was now a very light blue. There was now a dark purple cape that hung about him. He stretched his arm outwards towards the shattered dragon statue as he muttered a few words under his breath; the broken piecies slowly came together and the dragon was one again. Besides that, everything that had been torn a sunder and thrown to the ground had been placed were they had been before. He glared at his thrown, but then left for the far corner that was overshadowed in darkness.
There was something hidden there that he only knew; held secret within the shadows was a black doorway thay he had entered. It had led his to some dark, stone chamber adorned in black dragon artifacts, dimly lit candles that hung strongly to the wall, many paintings of dragons had been firmly placed upon the wall, and there was a large etching on the back wall that resembled the mark of the Dragon Rider; two tall, somber lamps stood blazing, one on each side of the emmense etching.
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