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Deep in the middle of a carved out mountain, rocks shift as an ancient being started to wake from her slumber. In the middle chamber, a large draconian beast stirs....digging deep into the hard rock with her large sickle shaped talons cutting through it like a hot knife through butter. Through the maze of the entrance to the cavern, a low hiss rolls through the stale air. As her inner eyelids slice open, her red eyes glowed, breaking the darkness of her sleeping quarters. Pushing her massive bulk up, her long neck shakes as she shook the kinks out. Her tattered sail along her the back of her neck and down her back swayed....throwing spiders out of their webs. The soft hue of a bluish black pulsated in the carved rocks as she made her way to the eastern chamber where the glow of the deep lava pit bubbled slowly. She purrs darkly as she entered the lava pit. In the middle of the pit was a small island. On that island held an egg. That egg glowed with all the elements which flowed around the shell layer....fading and surfacing only to fade again. Looking at her rebirthal egg, she walked through the lava...wanting to inspect it for any damages. Satisfied with it being unbroken...she exhaled on the egg, removing any dust that settled on it. Laying down in the lava...she purrs deeply. *That....is just what I needed.* After a couple of minutes she rose, lava glowing in the cracks of her scales as it dripped off of her. Before she started to head through the maze that she created to the entrance of her cavern, she checked the western chamber. There, stood many years of gold, silver, jewels, and other treasures that she had collected from eons ago...back from the beginning of life to the time Atlantis had sunk (due to her). Seeing nothing stolen, she turned towards the south, where the maze begun. The pulsating hues of the bluish black pounded through the walls....her chaos magic having helped carve through the rock leaving its imprint on the smoothed out stone. Giving off a faint hue, the magic pulsated like a heartbeat. As she moved through the massive labyrinth, her black, diamond-hard scales scraped against the stone, rejuvenating the magic that helped make her home. *Now it is time to hunt.....* a deep purr rolled through the maze, *I wonder how much has changed since my start of my slumber.* After a hour, she made it to the entrance of her cavern, her outer eyelids halfway close due to having to adjust from darkness of her cave to the brightness of the outside world. Opening her wings, she launched herself into the sky, pushing off the ground, and leaving a thick dust to rise up after her. *Lets go see what I can go hunt today.*

(Can I join in this role play? It seems interesting.)

this is open. Any are free to join

Will there be a group set up for this role play or will it be done here in the topic? I'm interested in joining.

I have no way to make forums in a group...so it will be here

I would like to join! Is it okay?

Go right on ahead

this is interesting I'd like to join this rp

*Far off in the western territories of the defenders lost city of greenwald sat a armored soldier upon the roof of a building with his armored back propped up against the wall he was resting and mourning in his own way. With outba home or family he was once casted to the life of solitude like he once originally came from. Alone and forgotten.*

*With the world in chaos and the queen nagendras army of the draconians still making there slaughter of the civilizations across the world the armored human soldier was more accepting that this war would not be won. That artyom was more powerful that they had believed. Artyoms forces ruled under the dark queen has taken over half of the world by now. And turok was now unknowing of what he would do now.*

The ancient dragoness flies over the lands...her large wings flapping every now and then as she glided along the currents. Seeing a city, she purred darkly. Oh goody...breakfast. She started her decent to the city....making her way to the castle walls.

The great red drake of the Crag Mountains flew ever onward, observing the lands he had not yet laid claim to. He perched upon a rocky spire, his right eye flaming with hunger for power and wealth. He had heard tales of other dragons patrolling the territory, but he knew they could pose no threat against his ancient blood-red armour. A town of sorts drew his attention, along with the figure of a dragon, in the northwest of where he had landed. He could only dream of the treasure stored in its hoard, the gleaming gems and sparkling gold that would soon be his. That was, of course, as soon as he could find its lair. He fondly remembered his own lair, mountains of wealth and gold, surrounded by the glow of a magmatic lake, guarded by the Goblins and Kobolds who devoted their puny lives to him. But one treasure had been taken from him, long ago. One that could not be replaced; his long lost mortal daughter. Removing these thoughts from his head, he watched as the other dragon dove for its meal, supposedly towards the small village. Mersoth enjoyed destruction, so he flew in that same direction, only to see what the dragon had in store.

As she unleashed a large torrent of flame upon the large city, her pitch black scales glistened in the light. She had been forgotten by other dragons as she had slept for many millenia....but the scar under her left eye told what type of dragon she was. A death dealing dragon. As the cries of her prey rose into the air, she purred darkly as she studied the burning people. mhmmmm.....soon they will be ready for eating. She enjoyed the taste of ash...but she also enjoyed eating their souls. Her tail sways as the last of the burning people and animal cries died out, she drops down to the ground and started to eat. She did notice that another dragon was watching her. Luckily for her, her cavern was riddled with labrynths that only she knew how to get to her three chambers. Hues of red swirl in his mind as she spoke through telepathy; something that only the ancient ones....ones that are as old as the realm itself. I know you are there.....why do you watch me? Even her voice sounded ancient...mix with beauty and crackled, young and old.

Mersoth heard these words (and he was an ancient, too) and knew that this would be no easy target, for a dragon as ancient as he was could prove a fatal challenge. But, despite this, he preferred verbal speech to telekinetics. "Well," he spoke, "I never knew that the powers of this realm's protector could be so...destructive." His teeth bared in a grisly smile, his right eye blazing fire and his left a void of white, the remnant of a war long past. "I had thought all ancients dwelled in the northern lands, but to find one in the south," smoke billowed from his mouth as he spoke, "That is an interesting find." His scales shone of the blood from his enemies' corpses, his breath a fiery inferno. "Where do you hail from, may I ask?"

Where I come from is no longer. Nor am I some protector. The only things I guard is my horde, lava pool, and my sleeping chambers. Her pitch black scales continued to dance about in the fiery glow while her red eyes studied the male

"Of course," He replied, "But you seem as though you come from far across the seas, and yet from close to this land." He paused, contemplating if she could read his mind, thoughts of stealing the hoard, his daughter, his guarded lair, the warrior who stole her. "I wonder, however," He crooned, "If where you come from is no longer, and the hoard you guard is all you protect, why then do you only seek to protect, not conquer? The men who dwell in my territory bow to my power, granting me offerings of gold and great gems, the Goblins and Kobolds of the mountains obeying my every command. And yet, it seems that you only guard, protect your own. What else do you defend from me, oh powerful one?" His cruel smile faded when he asked this question, desiring to know the dragon he faced, and her powers as well.

As she played with thirteen elemental orbs with one paw, she watched the male. Her tail flicks a little. None know where my horse is...and none will ever walk away with any of my horde alive. Even though her powers were masked to where it only felt like a little, the apocalyptic dragoness still retained her full power. That faint power held the sense of death and chaos around her. Besides....why do you care about my horde? Her liar had millions of skeletons scattered all over the entrance and throughout the Labrynth that protected her three chambers.

"I assumed you knew," Mersoth smiled, "that all dragons desire gold, or the power that the Ancients wield, such as your power. If you were killed, which in itself is a small possibility, the gold would be forfeit to looters and other dragons. However, if the puny men in this land were to know that you were their superior, or even their goddess, they would deliver offerings, tributes for protection and even warriors to protect your lair from those who would steal." Mersoth's eye gleamed with his lust for power and wealth, destruction of neighboring lands, submission of the puny mortals who dwelt there. "But to other matters first," he continued, "I assume you know not of whom you face, who speaks unto you like men to elves." He spread his wings in triumph, standing tall and ferocious. "I AM MERSOTH," he roared, "GREAT DRAGON LORD OF THE CRAG MOUNTAINS AND KINGDOM OF AVANTIANOR!" He silenced his pride, folding his wings and returning to his original posture. "Forgive me, for I get ahead of myself," he realized, "I have not even asked your name, nor of what land you hold to your own power."

She looked unimpressed as he shouted his name. My name is Shadowmist.....one of the thirteen element typed dragon....my presence was once I owed as the Bringer of Death.

"Ah," Mersoth replied, "I have heard of you. One of the Elements, an Ancient over Ancients. But not me," he resumed after a short pause, "For I was of the first great dragons in existence, a hatchling of the Elden world, thrust into nature's unforgiving arms. But I had my revenge, slaughtered all who were born into my brood. But you, I have heard from the scribes of Avantianor, my kingdom, of your tales and legends. An image of darkness and cruelty, a master of elements. But even one such as me has his Infernal allies. The Lord of fire and master of the Netherworld, a great ally indeed, for he provides power and wealth to his subjects. He is," he halted, "Netharan, Lord of Pyrestone and ruler of the Infernal."

She yawns a little. I am assuming you are after my horde.... Having a feeling that he was one of the ones who claims other dragons and dragon kins horde. Wrapping her long whiplike tail some around the building she was laying on, she listened as he continued to speak.