Post by stormshadow14 on Jul 21, 2020 18:00:40 GMT 8
Irral, The First Son
The mountains rumbled, the earth quaked, and the air shook. Two gargantuan bodies tumbled through the valley with thunderous roars and bone-scraping chirps of pain and calls for help. Some ancient, powerful dragons were at battle in their true forms. The shaking of the ground was incredible as it was constant while the two titans rumbled with each other. An ancient Red Dragon roared and launched it's Breath Weapon at its opponent, screeching in rage for the loss of her mate, whose corpse lay across the valley, dying as blood squelched from the open gouge in his throat, watching helplessly as the massive Light Dragon closed in on her. The fire sprayed harmlessly against the massive plate of armored scales on his chest, heating it and only pissing him off. A claw clamped the Red's mouth shut and he lowered his body on hers, snarling as he spoke in Draconian. To an average human or observer, the sounds were long and drowned in the noises rumbling from his throat.
"You will reveal the location of the Shadow Lord you serve, child. Do so, and I will let you live." Irral bellowed to the Red, who only snarled and roared between her clamped jaws. His massive, broad-sword of a tail arced around, aimed for her neck, and stabbing into the ground beside it without any hesitation. "Last chance, Red. Speak, before I end your miserable existence, and send your soul to the Shadow Lord you serve."
"You will reveal the location of the Shadow Lord you serve, child. Do so, and I will let you live." Irral bellowed to the Red, who only snarled and roared between her clamped jaws. His massive, broad-sword of a tail arced around, aimed for her neck, and stabbing into the ground beside it without any hesitation. "Last chance, Red. Speak, before I end your miserable existence, and send your soul to the Shadow Lord you serve."
"The Shadow Lord will capture you again, First Son. All.... Hail.... Draco!"
The tail lurched to the side, the head was severed, and the body went limp. The mated pair of reds fell, and Irral The First Son of Light roared, raising himself onto his haunches and rearing his head to the sky before his body began to glow brightly, resembling a second son before his body vanished, collapsed, and went into a humanoid form, standing twelve feet tall and clad in Draconian Battle Armor made from blessed Draconian Steel known as Duradaeden. He stood on the air and watch each of the Red Dragon Body's begin to deteriorate. Their bodies rumbled and bubbled up, the flames in their bellies boiling their flesh to the point where it began to melt off their skeletons entirely. Before the bodies were fully gone, the shadows their bones cast suddenly expanded, forming pools of sludge that they then began to sink into. Irral saw his chance, and summoned his Lance. He raised it to the sun and channeled it's power, the Light glowed and swirled beautifully around his form, before arcing across the sky towards the shadow pits that were claiming the bodies. The souls were gone but the bodies could prove useful to Draco and his Legion of Shadows. The Light Arcs slammed into the pools, simmering and solidifying them into pure gold, denying Draco his haul, turning both the pits and the bodies - what's left of them anyway - into pure and untarnished Gold, which Nature then soon began to grow over with the purity. Harps rang out across the valley, followed by Trumpets and drums and all instruments good and holy.
Then a Note went sour, and Irral clutched his side, and both bodies exploded with the force of five megatons each, sending chunks of Gold and Rock and Flesh and Bone for miles in every direction. Irral's armor faltered and vanished, and he covered his mouth while he coughed up blood, the pure crimson tainted with black and purple. A sickening laugh echoed within his mind as the Shadow Lord taunted him from beyond. There was no source to trace - wherever there was Shadow, there was Draco. It made his fortress nigh impossible to track down, and the Lord of said fortress even more difficult to pin down. Irral had been there before, and escaped through sheer force of will, but the corruption had broken him, leaving him as an old man wandering the streets, talking to himself and to a bird he had found, who in reality was the Last Phoenix since the War of Clans. Said Phoenix rarely left his side, and likely was with him, asleep in a pocket of his robes. He closed his eyes and focused himself, before taking off, arcing across the sky in a brilliant streak of light.
