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The Kástro Elénchou
The Kástro Elénchou RP!
Oh, I'm so glad I can finally make it. I've been doing so much worldbuilding, so trust me, this is a very well-done post. AKA, it'll be about five feet long. But all of it's important, so please make sure you read it through.
Kástro Elénchou is a mythical world that houses four major species: the Elves, Dwarves, Fairies, and Dragons. It's small and cut off from whatever lies beyond; adventurers have tried to see, but none have returned. That's not what the RP is about, though.
Kástro Elénchou also has five major landmarks: The woods, mountains, field, caves, and Cliffs. The woods have two parts to it, as the Elves and Fairies share it. A perfectly pruned, endless hedge rises at the border, with wooden doors at certain checkpoints. It's all identification and whatnot to get through. They aren't fantastically strict, or they weren't, at least. Anyway, the woods are called Fyrelor.
The caves are called Erimer. They're the home of the dwarves, and mostly lead underground. They're rich with minerals and have dwarf-made paths strewn all through them, lighted by torches hung on the walls.
The mountains are called Vainquear. They're the home of the dragons, and they're craggy, with sudden drops and rises of atmosphere and temperature all through them. Only the dragons know all of them.
The field is called Vara, and it's a wasteland. It separates Fyrelor and the Erimer from Vainquear, and it's frightening. It's full of dangers (ie quicksand and poisonous snakes), but over the years travellers created paths through it. They're tedious and long, though, and some try to go the uncharted way straight over Vara. Barely any survive.
Lastly, the Cliffs. They're officially called Merrow, but no one says that-- they're simply the Cliffs. These are the end of the world, and they ring around the edges of Vara, Fyrelor, Erimer, and Vainquear. They're pretty much a straight drop down. Every place except Vara has some sort of border so people don't fall into the unknown.
Here's some slight imagery to help you picture Kástro Elénchou better:
First, imagine a rectangle. Then make it 3-D, with straight drops all around the edges. Add a range of mountains on the left side and put a rushing river surrounding it. Then put some fields. After that comes the woods, whose back faces the right side of the rectangle, and the caves next to it, whose back face the far side of the rectangle.
Each race has its own language, but they also have a Common Tongue which is usually, if not always, the first language. Most species learn their own language at some point, though, except for the dragons, who only learn it if they join the military-- they treat it as a code, and not even the other citizens can be trusted with it. All of the species are ruled by a monarchy, and once a year all the monarchs meet, a different spot each year, and discuss development, trade, etc. They all have their own type of magic.
THE SPECIES
1. Dwarves
Dwarves are short and stumpy, with an average height of about 4'8" fully grown, although they can get taller. They're born muscular and all have dark skin. They aren't much for speed or agility, but their strength is very close to the dragons'. A dwarf's lifespan is a bit longer than a human's, but not by much.
Their magic isn't showy or pretty. They have the magic of the earth. They can sense minerals in the ground, and they can, to some extent, control the soil itself, but it has to be taught. Most other species call them slow; they aren't. They're ponderous, and very wise. They can consider any aspect of a situation and find the right solution for it. However, they aren't the best in terms of speed descisions.
Their occupations are mostly limited to mining, as they live in caves. But this is a very valuable skill, because all the other species love the gems they produce, and thus they have a rich empire.
A bit like the Hammerlings from Castle Waiting, the Dwarves have one problem: they don't have many women-folk. About seven boys are born for one girl, so their population can get rather low.
2. Elves
The Elves from Kástro Elénchou are a bit like the ones from LotR, but don't worry, they aren't exactly the same. For one, they're most surely the most prideful species, and don't deny any praise that comes at them. They're the quickest thinkers of the species, although their thoughts may have flaws.
An elf's maximum height is 4'8", and even that's unusual. They're very lean and light, which makes them naturally fantastically agile. All elves have very long lifespans, but eighteen is still considered adulthood, and twenty-four is considered the human twenty-four, if you see what I mean. However, they stay younger longer, so a sixty-year-old may look like they're really in their early forties. There are two types of elves:
Light Elves: The Light Elves should really be called Dark Elves, because that's pretty much what they practice: darkness. But it's more the manipulation of light; their magic is camoflage/invisibility (depending on your degree of experience). They all have pretty much silver hair, although it would be identified as blond on Wikepedia, and the same color eyes that seem to glow in the dark. All elves have deathly pale skin.
Dark Elves: Their powers really have nothing to do with darkness, but who will criticize the Founders? Dark Elves have the power of the elements, excluding Earth: Fire, Wind, and Water. Most Dark Elves are trained to hone their abilities on one of these elements, but a special few, especially royalty, can be trained in more than one. Dark Elves have hair the color of midnight and the same color eyes.
The elves live in treehouses connected by bridges that are not built to support the weight of anything heavier than an elf, so dwarven and dragon ambassadors usually have problems. The two types of elves aren't exactly forced to stay apart, but they don't really mingle, either. Each type has a royal family that meets up with the other's on a regular basis.
3. Fairies
The elves call fairy magic frilly and showy, but fairies dissagree. Naturally snooty, they think of their magic as the most useful, as they control nature, particularly plants. They can make things grow, and the more experienced make things shrink. All fairies can fly, but not all have wings.
There are so many different types of fairies it's impossible to list them, but they all have a certain focus of magic that determines their type. Most focuses stay the same down a family line, but some change.
Fairies are the smallest of the species naturally, but using their powers of growth they can grow to an average human size. They vary in race and appearance greatly. They have short lifespans and usually don't live over fifty.
Fairies live more on the ground, making little houses between tree roots. Have you ever seen a Fairy House, or made one? They're actually quite accurate; fairies usually scavenge for or grow their own material naturally.
4. Dragons
The dragons are by far the largest race and the most war-prone. All dragons have wings covered with scales on both sides that they can easily fold into their bodies, and are very, very heavy. These scales are large and practically impenetrable; in order to strike a dragon via scales, you'd have to pry the scale off of its skin and stick something pointy under it, which would a) not kill a dragon and b) be almost suicidal. Dragons have very quick necks and sharp pointy teeth and talons and, yes, can breathe fire from age five. All of this species, however, has one weak spot not covered by scales. Scales stop growing in at about age two, so they soon know where this weak spot is and will quite literally protect it or die, for obvious reasons. The only other vulnerable part of a dragon is its eyes, which are not guaranteed to kill it (but the odds would be in your favor). Dragons have a lifespan a bit longer than a human's.
Besides fire-breathing and flight, which are mostly biological anyway, select dragons practice dark magic. This is the most dangerous and possessive type of magic, and only the most powerful are allowed to try it.
The dragon ruling system is rather like England's: the royal family is really just a figurehead that goes to meetings and repeats what other people have told them. The real people in control are the generals of the military.
Most dragons have black, purple, or dark blue scales, excepting the royal family, who always have golden scales. Generals use this scale polish daily that makes their scales a dark green.
Also, dragons are probably the most gruesome of the species. Each ones have their own servants (mainly animals-- ie the elves horses, dwarves foxes), but dragons take it to another level: they'll kidnap people of other species, brand them with the mark of a dragon (simply a claw, usually placed on the right bicep), and name them slaves.
There! That's the species information.
Finally we can get on to the good stuff!, you might be saying.
Not quite. I'm not done.
*groans*
Here's the plot.
The dwarves, elves, and fairies are currently at war with the dragons. They're tired of their lot-- a particularly nasty general by the name of Plutarch has decided he wants to eliminate the other species entirely, making Kástro Elénchou a world of dragons. Obviously, the othes wouldn't stand for that. This RP starts a few months after war is officially declared and the three species have made an alliance.
Is that it?
Just rules and charrie sheet now.
1. Please, no OP charries. I encourage creativity, but be realistic. A peasant dragon is not going to know Dark Magic, and an eleven-year-old Dark Elf is not going to be a master of all three elements.
2. Let's have some variety. Your dragon doesn't have to be completely evil, and not all fairies are stuck-up pretty people-- you can do fantastic stuff with all four species. Likewise, let's not have four Light Elves and one Dark one.
3. War is war. I'm not saying charries will be dying left and right, but please be prepared to sacrifice yours if need be. You can always come back with another.
4. Have fun!
Now do we finally get to just make our charries, St.?
After you read through the elaborate and detailed charrie sheet and its explination, yes!
AGH!
Name:
Age: Take your species' lifespans into account here
Species:
Type: Only if applicable. This includes fairies-- you can make up a type, if you'd like.
Status:
Appearance:
Personality:
Magic: If applicable. Remember to make it realistic.
Magical Item(s): Again, if applicable, and it has to be realistic. A peasant fairy will probably have, if anything, some sort of hand-made, hand-enchanted artifact, not something that would cost a million dollars.
Position in War:
Other:
Before I make my charrie, here's a little test to make sure you read over all the information... no, just kidding. Here's my charrie.
Name: Selene Lupin
Age: 18
Species: Elf
Type: Light
Status: Princess
Appearance: The customary silvery-blond hair, long and straight and left loose. At about 4'5", she's about average for elven height and probably won't grow any more. She usually wears long pants and shirts with long sleeves, usually with light mail over the latter. She wears a belt carrying a single knife and often wears a black cloak (but rarely puts up the hood).
Personality: Rash but quick-thinking, Selene is a bit different than most princesses, even the cliché "rebellious" ones. She's usually obedient and has a lot of free time spent practicing fighting manouvers. At eighteen, she's mostly matured, although elves don't have nearly as crazy teenage years as humans do. She's serious, speaks rather softly, and is very quick to defend herself.
Magic: Because of her occupation (see "Position in War"), she's more than average is most stealth magic, including invisibility and silence (which is not that difficult, considering and elves' average weight).
Magical Item(s): As a princess, she wears the crown that is passed down throughout the royal family. It has the same build as Thorn's crown from Bone, except made of white metal with a single opal pressed at the center of the forehead. The crown is said to enhance magical ability.
Position in War: Assassin and spy. Her position as an assassin was decided very early on in her life, whith her a part of the discussion. She was built for it, and is now an official one in the elven military.
But why a spy? She's being blackmailed, although by now it isn't blackmail as much as ownership. A few years ago, as war was being threatened, she recieved a message from the dragons. She has the brand mark, but being an expert at deception (you have to be, to be an assassin), it was never revealed. She tries to give away as little as possible, because she is fiercly loyal to her species.
Other: One, she owns a horse the same color as her eyes. His name is Lux, and he was gifted to her during her first birthday.
Also, I've got a request: could someone make a crush for Selene? I feel we really don't usually have a lot of romance plots in the CB, and if played out correctly they serve as good subplots. You don't have to, but it would be great if there was one.
submitted by St.Owl, age Recarnated, Everywhere
(May 6, 2016 - 3:34 pm)
(May 6, 2016 - 3:34 pm)
TOP this thread! I am in the process of writing a very long post for Thistle. Please don't let this die!
(May 21, 2016 - 10:14 am)
Mordrin~
I bowed low, wishing the princess a good day. Upon standing, I smirked down at her and bobbed my head in gratitude. "Thank you, princess. I do believe you helped greatly. Continue being fabulous, miss." With that last compliment she turned and went on her way.
I watched her go for a little while. It was true I flirted with many elves, and yet she was the one who caught my eye more then once.
But once again, I had more things to worry about.
The sun was beginning to set, so I began jogging back to the main building, hoping that their promise would be true and they would be done by that hour. In the five minutes that it took me to return, I had ran over the plan the princess helped formulate. It was flawless.
They would be idiots to refuse.
But then again, maybe they were. I respected each of the elven men and women in that council as people, but as generals only a few had earned my regards. I was not better then most of them as a general, but I knew how to win the war. Convincing them was something I was not too sure about, however.
My doubts climbed higher in my mind as I approached the large, wooden doors. It wasn't a good thing to be nervous, but I couldn't deny the feeling that had dominated my body as the doors open. I froze completely. It wasn't a good thing at all.
"You may enter." a deep voice resonated from inside and I snapped out or my stupor, taking a couple of long steps before the doors closed behind me. If I wasn't focusing on remaining calm I might have jumped.
"So we have been discussing your ideas...."
"Well of course you have. If you haven't I would have been rather mad. But I've come to you with a compromise. Pr-" Pausing, I realized I might not want to mention her. "A friend helped me. And we introduced magic into my plan."
Some exchanged glances, and some nodded.
Finally general Ida spoke. "Well, we would like to hear this updated plan before making a final decicion."
I nodded at her greatfully, and then took a moment to prepare myself.
"So back to the squadrons. A hundred men in each, drilled to follow their generals commands. And we would have runners to exchange orders from general to general, and a Master General who give the command to the whole army."
They nodded.
"Now, in each squadron we would have ten archers. And now, ten elves who use their magic for the benefit of the army. They would carry sheilds as well, but the archers will have to rely on the protection of their assigned partner. The mages would use their magic to, say, light arrows on fire. Help protect the group. We would have one healer running between the ranks to mend or relieve any injuries."
The generals had begun whispering to one another during my description of the battle. When I finished with a small bow, a couple of them chuckled, but !most remains silent.
"You have one fortnight to prepare your demonstration. If you need another squadron to demonstrate, use General Ida's."
I nodded and muttered a thank you, containing !my excitement.
One week would be plenty of time!
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Ignore any typos please! I'm on my kindle and cuddling with puppies.
(May 21, 2016 - 2:48 pm)
ALL OF MY WRITING FOR THISTLE IS GONE GONE GONE. I DON'T KNOW WHAT THE COMPUTER DID. I'M SORRY!
(May 22, 2016 - 12:54 pm)
*jaw drops* Oh, Jarvis. I'm so sorry ...
(May 22, 2016 - 5:46 pm)
Poor thing! I wrote a wall for a roleplay once....and then my screen refreshed I lost it all...
So after almost crying I wrote it again the next day! And my little sister tapped !y screen and set everything haywire so I lost it AGAIN!
Then the third time my battery died, and even the stuff I had copyied was deleted. But the worse part was that I actually had FINISHED it! I legitimately typed in the captcha when my battery died!!!
Finally the fourth time, after breaking down when trying to start, I wrote a beautiful, beautiful group of words that was far better then everything else! It got better and longer each time!
Good luck!
(May 23, 2016 - 1:39 am)
Ariana~ The dragons' brutality towards each other shocks me every time I see it. They say they value their people above everything else, yet they never care for a single life.
It scares me that they care for their own kind so little. If a dragon would do something so cruel to their own kind, what could they do to me?
I should be thankful that my mistress is not as cruel as some of the other dragons. It isn’t kindness, merely laziness that keeps me relatively unscarred. Laziness and vanity. As we leave the room, I shudder inwardly, but keep my face calm.
Silveth whirls around on me, then smiles her foolish, pleased-with-herself smile.
“You are dismissed.” I nod respectfully, and wait as she goes towards her room. After she has retreated out of sight, I creep softly to the tiny corner I call home. Just outside of Silveth’s door, there’s a small nook behind a golden wall hanging. It is hidden from the dragons, and while it would be much too small for dragon to fit, it is perfect for an elf.
Rimbriding palace has been attacked. A stronghold of the Fairies is falling. I know that dragons exaggerate the importance of their victories, but every report from the front lines still scares me. I don't want anyone else to have to suffer the way I did, the way I do.
(May 24, 2016 - 1:41 pm)
Top! Don't die!
(May 25, 2016 - 4:30 pm)
(May 26, 2016 - 10:39 pm)
Selene~
It happens the next day.
I wake up, and go for my morning ride, as I always do. I have three rides a day at minimum; this one is the most needed, though, I think. It's the one that wakes me up, gives me time to think about all the possiblilities of today and what to do if they arrive.
Today, all involve killing Plutarch.
I'm not sure where this lust for murder came from. It is not me; it is not like me to hold grudges and have one idea, one problem nagging at my mind-- but that's mostly because there are always so many to choose from. They would bounce along like flies, pausing occastionally and getting my attention and then flitting away again. But today one of those flies has gotten caught in a web, and my whole being is focused towards it.
That's why today was both the best and the worst day this could possibly happen.
I rest my feet in the clear water, as usual, preparing to wade out a bit and dive. The cold water always sharpens my senses, wakes me up, and today I feel I need it more than ever; perhaps it will soothe my constant desire.
But I never get the chance.
Because as soon as I stand, my shoulder catches fire.
---
It doesn't. Not literally. But figuratively, the pain is enough for me to plunge into the shallows, screaming and writhing and trying to put out the nonexistant flames. It seems like hours that this agony goes on, but it's really only a minute; then, just as suddenly, it's gone.
I lay in the water, panting heavily, drenched from head to foot. This hasn't happened in years. The last time it happened, my brother was murdered before my eyes.
A sinking feeling fills my stomach. It means nothing good, nothing good at all.
But I have no choice, do I?
I hop back on Lux. Part of me wants to go and eat first; another part says that I should go instantly. Besides, I'm not hungry. How could I possibly be?
I turn him towards the edge of the woods, urging him faster as we get to civilization. Most people are still asleep; perhaps the ones who are awake won't be able to see us, moving so fast. In hindsight, it might have been better for camoflage to trot along at a leisurely pace, but a fire had lighted in me-- of panic or excitement I did not know-- and logic was not travelling its usual course.
We clear the edge of the woods and don't even hesitate as we enter the path leading through Vara. Walking, it takes about a week to get to; on horseback, two days. With Lux, I should be there by nightfall. We've trained too often for him to lose all his stamina now.
Once we turn around the bend and I'm sure we're out of sight, I allow him to slow. He goes along at a decent pace. My body naturally goes with the rhythm, and slowly I allow this sinking feeling to overtake me.
I have been summoned by Plutarch.
(May 27, 2016 - 4:12 pm)
I spelled his name wrong last time. Its Mordir, whoops!
Mordir~
I had never considered the fact that our army was made up of countless galoophs. In other words, I lied. One well would not be plenty of time.
Not unless I could gather their attention before the day was over.
"SHUT UP IN THE NAME OF GALTRON!!!" My voice somehow managed to rise above the ignorant group. Silence immediately followed and nervous eyes turned to face me.
"Five times. It took you five times to listen to me." A small murmur rippled through the hundred elves, and I held up my hand.
"We have a lot to work on. First thing, no talking slowed. Unless it is a little bit of encouragement or advice for a fellow soldier, I do not want to hear you speak. Second, stop slouching! We are soldiers, stand tall! Who will the enemy fear? An army of slouches or tall, powerful elves moving in complete syncronization!?"
Then I began to explain what we had a week to learn. A small set of commands that would impress the other generals. Ida's squadron would join us first thing the next morning, and then the official training. I had already explained to Idea what she needed to order them to do, before the elf woman handed her group over to my command.
"Sir Mordir, our lunch break has passed."
Sure enough, I had completely lost track of time. The first six hours were a living volcano, and I was on the verge of breaking.
My limbs ached from the constant standing. My voice was broken from shouting at the group and trying to get an organized group. I wanted to scream more at them and tell them no lunch until the drill was complete. But I knew that wouldn't earn me any respect at all. Reluctantly, I let them free for that precious hour.
After that, another six hours of pain.
"Mages, come back ten minutes early! We need to have a chat!"
So far in the six hours we had managed a basic layout. There would be five mages in the center of the whole group, relying on the protection of the large shields wielded by their partnered elves. Then the rest of the army was split in half. Shield bearers, who also carried large spears, and then the archers who also had swords.
When attacking, the shield ellves would step back for a moment to let the archers let loose an arrow, or jab their sword forward, before stepping back. When standing ground or moving forward, the large, 8 ft spears would be leading the group. From an outside view, the spears would be creating a protective ring over and around the group.
And of course each group would have a runner. The general would be in charge of issuing the orders, however.
If I got accepted. If the generals approved, then we would have to spend six hours training each day. Maybe more.
During that lunch break I hardly ate, and wrote down more actions. The other generals could read up and get a basic summary.
"Advance!" I cried, pointing forward for emphasis. It took a moment, but soon the elves were moving in complete synchronization. The spears were held forward, outward, upward. It looked like a porcupine with a hard inner shell.
I took in the moment with pride, imagining myself as an enemy. To see hundreds of those squadrons, even a large mass all together, could be intimidating. The dragons couldn't attack from above because of the spears, and anyone who did would get stabbed. The wind mages would help in case a large dragon rammed itself into the spears on purpose.
It was so perfect.
Until someone tripped.
Like dominoes, a few others collapsed utop the poor elf. Luckily the spears didn't puncture anybody.
One week.
I sighed and just barely made it through the last six hours.
The soldiers went home groaning and complaining. I wanted to curl up in a ball and sleep after being on my feet all day, but I only had one week.
6 days.
I ignored sleep and wrote more battle plans, as well as refines the others. My notebooks were filled, pencils broken, needed shields ordered, weapons being crafted.
Before I fell asleep that night, or early morning, I found myself laughing from exhaustion. If they refused my plan, the !money spent would be payback.
6 days!
(May 28, 2016 - 9:28 pm)
Please don't die, thread! Top!
Selene~
The trip takes quite a few hours. It would take less, but I finally began to feel hungry and insisted stopping for a rest and a bite to eat. Lux, after tasting the real freedom of a good long run, was impatient to get started once we stopped. It was a short break.
We arrive at the mountain, where the first batch of security waits. They aren't as strict; if they recognize you, they let you pass, and if they don't, you need to show identification. They recognize me. They let me pass.
After that it's another good ride up the mountain path. It's rarely used, as dragons usually fly up the mountain, and rather dangerous. But Lux is steady, and we make it to the next branch of security: the entrance to the dragon civilization. For this they need identification; even Plutarch needs to show some. I roll up my right sleeve and show them my mark. They let me pass.
The third and final branch of security is the entrance to the castle, which is now War Base. The royal family lives here, as well as high-ranking officers and their slaves. I can't just flash my mark to these guards; they need written word. Luckily, I have some: a letter written by Plutarch himself. Only the best for the best.
They, too, let me pass, and I give Lux to an elven stable girl, shooting her a sympathetic glance. Then I make my way up to Plutarch's office. I know this walk by heart. How could you forget where you went to see your brother die?
I knock on his door, and a voice from inside rumbles, "Come in." I do so, my head held as high as I can make it.
"Hello, Selene."
I don't respond.
"You may be wondering why I have called you to Vainquear."
I stay silent. The dragon gets up and begins to pace.
"You see, I have been considering the statistics of this war. I have decided that the elves pose the greatest threat to my empire. So, somehow, I must get rid of this power. But how?" He grins. "And then I remembered-- of course. I have the princess of the elves right at my disposal! And a trained assassin no less. Do you realize how foolish it was of you to undergo this training?"
I can feel my face heating up, but I still do not speak.
"So, little assassin, I have a job for you. I want you to murder any possible heir to the throne of the elves-- both Dark and Light."
I pause for a moment. Did I hear this correctly?
"Well?"
That's completely absurd. Surely, surely not even Plutarch could think so cruelly. Murder all of my family, and all the Dark Elf royalty as well? That couldn't possibly be right. I kill dragons, not kin.
I bow my head. I have no choice.
"Good. You may go."
That's all?
I ride all the way through Vala, undergo horrible pain, am ordered to kill the people I love, and then suddenly just told I may go?
I turn on my heel and wrench open the door. I feel like I should do something more. Something bigger, something that reminds him I am not a tethered soul.
"I am not yours!"
The words pop out of my mouth before I can even think them.
Plutarch smiles again, an eerie, cruel smile. "Oh, my little assassin. I think you will find that you are."
(June 4, 2016 - 2:03 pm)
Top
(June 4, 2016 - 4:22 pm)
Top! An amazing plot twist has been introduced! Please do not die!
(June 6, 2016 - 2:35 pm)
Jayen~
Words, words, words. Endless words that they feel the need to keep speaking, harsh, dragon words. I do not try to understand them at all. Let them talk on with their meaningless words.
I slowly stand up, shakily testing my legs. The dragon, a smaller one, keeps speaking. Sounds keep pouring out of his mouth on and on. He wouldn’t stop. Wouldn’t look up and i remember when they first brought me here, these dragons. I remember feeling so much pain. Horror. So much anger. But emotions die with time and l was no different. But l still remember. I remember their claws and fire, tearing, ripping me apart, breaking my spirit.
You think l don’t remember, do you dragon? You think l don’t know how your claws mixed with my crimson blood. You think i'm dead inside, don’t you? Just an empty shell.
I can feel it burning inside of me for the first time in years. I do not know what it is at first, this fire that burns and yet does not hurt, that seems to feel my thoughts with overwhelming brightness like the sun itself. Beautiful, dancing fire. Dangerous, beautiful, powerful fire. Everything that l wasn’t. Glorious fire.
“.......And they have arranged for the release--”
The dragon halts, a look surprise crossing his face. But l don’t notice him. I don’t notice anything anymore.
Beautiful fire. I can feel it spreading, roaring through my veins like death and live and everything else. Like beauty. Like powerful.
I stretch out my hand at the dragon.
Fire.
Power.
Light.
And in a roaring, rushing blast, the world seems to split, the dragons thrown against the other wall, i slammed on the stones.
And then silence. l slowly lift my head. All the fire is gone. Just echoing pan.
With a choking gasp, l sudden start breathing again, coughing, but then l can’t quit coughing and blood starts to stain the stones.
I can’t understand what just happened. I can’t seem to remember. Only fire.
Beautiful fire.
(June 8, 2016 - 2:23 pm)
(June 8, 2016 - 8:59 pm)