Vynianyx and the woman rolled on the ground for a few moments before Vynianyx launched off the woman. Kora launched her own attack towards the woman. She whipped her weapon forward in an attempt to wrap the woman. The attack was successful, as the weapon snaked its way around her. Almost too easily.
Kersia scowled, something was off. Was this woman toying with them? She couldn’t gauge the woman’s power. Intentional? Was this all a ruse? A trap? Kersia’s mind reeled with all the possibilities. Perhaps this one was a lot weaker than the male they encountered earlier.
No, it couldn’t be. If she was from the same clutch, she would be just as ancient. She should be just as powerful.
As soon as that thought entered Kersia’s mind, the woman reacted to Kora. The earth sprung to life, sprouting up and moving to wrap around the object wrapping her, to crush it, stop it. As it did, spikes of sharp, rock needles began to rain towards Kora and the group gathered.
Kersia scowled as spikes of earth and stone were flung towards the group. She briefly muttered an incantation under her breath, and a shield of arcane energy enveloped the group. The spikes pierced into the bubble, and got stuck. Once the flurry ended, Kersia released the shield, sending the spikes to the floor with a clatter.
Vynianyx darted forth as the shield dissipated. She jumped towards where the woman was pinned. The woman smirked and spun out of the way, despite her position. She seemed to become slightly smaller, which caused slack with Kora’s weapon. In an instant, the woman was gone.
The woman appeared on the other side of the cavern. She chuckled. “Please, excuse my poor manners. I should have greeted you.”
Vynianyx snarled when the woman broke free and quickly reoriented herself. She darted forward to the other side of the room, her coat erupting into a roaring blaze. She launched herself at the woman once more, but this time found herself side stepped. An error on her own part left her open as the woman swung a leg and kicked the druidess. Vynianyx gasped for air as she slammed into the cavern floor, and struggled to get back on her feet.
“Rude.” The woman scowled. She looked back up at the group. “So you are the ones after mother.” She held out a hand, palm down, and a narrow pillar of stone rose up. It took the form of an ornate rapier, and the woman took hold of the hilt. She swished it in the air for only a moment before looking back at the group.
“We will get her back.” Kersia snapped.
The woman grinned. “I’m sure you will, but I am obligated to still try and stop you.”
Kersia’s face took on an expression of confusion. “What?”
The woman slowly walked forward, towards Vynianyx. “Vinarion is passionate, but his passion blinds him. Vanzerion is slowly going mad with his age.”
Vynianyx snarled and darted to the side to make distance between her and the woman. She was still working on catching her breath, so her movements were a little sluggish. The woman darted after her and swung her rapier. Vynianyx jumped up and shifted into her avian form, but not before the rock rapier cut through her right flank.
The woman snarled. “Hiding in the sky won’t save you.”
“So one is blind and one is mad, what does that make you?” Kersia spoke, trying to draw the woman’s focus so Vyn could recuperate. Sylstyx was already focused on Vyninayx, praying to the water elementals to get a flow of spirit water to the bird. It was a difficult task, as the spirits of water were weaker in this cave.
“Just sentimental Vanexia.” Vanexia’s eyes still followed the druidess through the air, for a moment it seemed she was engrossed in the druidess. Perhaps unaware of her surroundings.
Vynianyx darted forth as the shield dissipated. She jumped towards where the woman was pinned. The woman smirked and spun out of the way, despite her position. She seemed to become slightly smaller, which caused slack with Kora’s weapon. In an instant, the woman was gone.
The woman appeared on the other side of the cavern. She chuckled. “Please, excuse my poor manners. I should have greeted you.”
Vynianyx snarled when the woman broke free and quickly reoriented herself. She darted forward to the other side of the room, her coat erupting into a roaring blaze. She launched herself at the woman once more, but this time found herself side stepped. An error on her own part left her open as the woman swung a leg and kicked the druidess. Vynianyx gasped for air as she slammed into the cavern floor, and struggled to get back on her feet.
“Rude.” The woman scowled. She looked back up at the group. “So you are the ones after mother.” She held out a hand, palm down, and a narrow pillar of stone rose up. It took the form of an ornate rapier, and the woman took hold of the hilt. She swished it in the air for only a moment before looking back at the group.
“We will get her back.” Kersia snapped.
The woman grinned. “I’m sure you will, but I am obligated to still try and stop you.”
Kersia’s face took on an expression of confusion. “What?”
The woman slowly walked forward, towards Vynianyx. “Vinarion is passionate, but his passion blinds him. Vanzerion is slowly going mad with his age.”
Vynianyx snarled and darted to the side to make distance between her and the woman. She was still working on catching her breath, so her movements were a little sluggish. The woman darted after her and swung her rapier. Vynianyx jumped up and shifted into her avian form, but not before the rock rapier cut through her right flank.
The woman snarled. “Hiding in the sky won’t save you.”
“So one is blind and one is mad, what does that make you?” Kersia spoke, trying to draw the woman’s focus so Vyn could recuperate. Sylstyx was already focused on Vyninayx, praying to the water elementals to get a flow of spirit water to the bird. It was a difficult task, as the spirits of water were weaker in this cave.
“Just sentimental Vanexia.” Vanexia’s eyes still followed the druidess through the air, for a moment it seemed she was engrossed in the druidess. Perhaps unaware of her surroundings.
Richard groaned as larger spikes of rock were headed to the group. He merely tried getting away before a large arcane barrier appeared as the dragon in the guise of a pandaren used her magic to stop them in their tracks.
"Thanks." He muttered. Then the druid was trying and failing to get into the target and Richard could tell through the small talk Kerisa was trying to distract the female dragon he was fighting.
He launched a fireball towards the rapier wielding mad woman as she was focused on the druid, hoping to strike her although he wasn't how sure a fireball might work on a dragon. Might just brush it off.
"Thanks." He muttered. Then the druid was trying and failing to get into the target and Richard could tell through the small talk Kerisa was trying to distract the female dragon he was fighting.
He launched a fireball towards the rapier wielding mad woman as she was focused on the druid, hoping to strike her although he wasn't how sure a fireball might work on a dragon. Might just brush it off.
Kora frowned, she had known the woman hadn't been trying and the sudden flurry of spikes proved her point, but Kersia's bubble stopped the attack. Kora listened to the woman, she could appreciate her sentimentality, Kora felt it almost everyday when she was around the man she could never have. Of course the feelings weren't exactly the same, but Kora believed they were close enough for her to empathize with the woman.
Kora made no move to attack, she figured the others could keep her away from Vyn for long enough, "Sentimental for what? If you still care about your mother then you should be helping us save her and not trying to do whatever it is you are planning. Frankly I don't want to fight an opponent whose heart isn't truly in the fight. Especially with so many, you don't have to do this, what is Vinarion planning and how can we stop him?"
Kora made no move to attack, she figured the others could keep her away from Vyn for long enough, "Sentimental for what? If you still care about your mother then you should be helping us save her and not trying to do whatever it is you are planning. Frankly I don't want to fight an opponent whose heart isn't truly in the fight. Especially with so many, you don't have to do this, what is Vinarion planning and how can we stop him?"
Vynianyx rolled to the left as a stalagmite dropped from the ceiling towards her. She continued to distance herself from the woman as fast as she could as Sylstyx’s healing waters finally could reach her. The pain from Vanexia’s sword abated and Vynianyx stopped her flight to hover for a moment. Only for a moment as she collected herself to fight once more.
A blast of fire caught Vanexia unawares as it burned through her shoulder armor. Her skin burned and bubbled under the heat of the magic. The disadvantage of a mortal form was relinquishing the advantages of her draconic form. Vanexia roared out in pain, her hands instinctively clawing at the burning flesh.
”Sentimental for what? If you still care about your mother then you should be helping us save her and not trying to do whatever it is you are planning. Frankly I don’t want to fight an opponent whose heart isn’t truly in the fight. Especially with so many, you don’t have to do this, what is Vinarion planning and how can we stop him?” The red brood woman spoke.
Vanexia glared at the group, most notably the red, her hand still clutching the burn. “Of course I still care about my mother.” Vanexia hissed as her skin began to darken. “I care about the mother I once had, thousands on thousands of years ago.” Her darkening skin shifted to scales, and though her overall form remained unchanged, a draconic tail sprouted from her back.
Vynianyx shifted into her feline form once more and landed silently on the ground. She charged towards Vanexia, ready to strike. Kersia also focused on the black dragon. She held her hands over each other and pooled her arcane energy between them, forming what appeared to be a spear of congealed arcane energy. As Vynianyx leaped at the woman, Kersia unleashed her spear.
“Vinarion.” Vanexia spun to avoid Vynianyx’s claws. “He simply wants mortals eradicated.” She ducked to avoid the arcane lance, the darted forth herself. Her rapier was raised, and she had her free arm in front of her as a guard. “It was they who brought the legion here, they who free the old gods, they who corrupt the hearts and minds.” She swung her rapier at Kora. “They hunted our kind, killed our whelps, mounted our heads as trophies!” There was conviction in her voice and swing. Though Vanexia felt a level of conflict in regards to her mother’s role in Vinarion’s ambitions, she saw truth in Vinarion’s vision, as extreme as they may be and as blinded by them as he may seem.
A blast of fire caught Vanexia unawares as it burned through her shoulder armor. Her skin burned and bubbled under the heat of the magic. The disadvantage of a mortal form was relinquishing the advantages of her draconic form. Vanexia roared out in pain, her hands instinctively clawing at the burning flesh.
”Sentimental for what? If you still care about your mother then you should be helping us save her and not trying to do whatever it is you are planning. Frankly I don’t want to fight an opponent whose heart isn’t truly in the fight. Especially with so many, you don’t have to do this, what is Vinarion planning and how can we stop him?” The red brood woman spoke.
Vanexia glared at the group, most notably the red, her hand still clutching the burn. “Of course I still care about my mother.” Vanexia hissed as her skin began to darken. “I care about the mother I once had, thousands on thousands of years ago.” Her darkening skin shifted to scales, and though her overall form remained unchanged, a draconic tail sprouted from her back.
Vynianyx shifted into her feline form once more and landed silently on the ground. She charged towards Vanexia, ready to strike. Kersia also focused on the black dragon. She held her hands over each other and pooled her arcane energy between them, forming what appeared to be a spear of congealed arcane energy. As Vynianyx leaped at the woman, Kersia unleashed her spear.
“Vinarion.” Vanexia spun to avoid Vynianyx’s claws. “He simply wants mortals eradicated.” She ducked to avoid the arcane lance, the darted forth herself. Her rapier was raised, and she had her free arm in front of her as a guard. “It was they who brought the legion here, they who free the old gods, they who corrupt the hearts and minds.” She swung her rapier at Kora. “They hunted our kind, killed our whelps, mounted our heads as trophies!” There was conviction in her voice and swing. Though Vanexia felt a level of conflict in regards to her mother’s role in Vinarion’s ambitions, she saw truth in Vinarion’s vision, as extreme as they may be and as blinded by them as he may seem.
- Brave Baine Bloodhoof -
The Tauren Brave of Thunderbluff kept his diligent watch over the entrance of the cave. Bow in hand and an arrow at the ready Baine felt the earth shift under him. Looking over at his companion Whitefang the frostwolf of Draenor twitched his ear not towards the open marsh but rather with a wine and whimper in the direction of the cave itself. Something big was going on and the pair felt uneasy about it.
Lowering his bow Baine quivered his arrow and looked towards his companions. "We may be needed inside rather then on guard out here. Whitefang scout the path!" With a low growl the Wolf complied and bolted into the cave with Baine following close behind leaving his raptor and carrion Bird behind at the entrance. The tunnels seemed vast but with a tracker like a frost wolf it wasn't hard to pick the most direct path to the group currently in combat with a single woman. Lava flowed from the walls and the roof looked to be collapsing.
Looking around Baine spotted Vynianyx in her saber form. The Druidess seemed to be alright for the time being. This was good news as he summed up their opponent. She seemed smaller than the Black they'd fought in the Barrens. Raising his bow Baine took a single shot towards the weapon hand aiming to remove it from play if only for a moment. This single action signaled Whitefang to attack as well. Bolting forward his silver coat glistened with the glow of the cavern; his eyes locked on his prize, the rapier itself. With a deep growl the towering wolf opened his jaws and lunged for Vanexia.
"Feeling left out? Yield or you may join them up on the mantel." The Tauren roared as he nocked another arrow and took aim at their target.
The Tauren Brave of Thunderbluff kept his diligent watch over the entrance of the cave. Bow in hand and an arrow at the ready Baine felt the earth shift under him. Looking over at his companion Whitefang the frostwolf of Draenor twitched his ear not towards the open marsh but rather with a wine and whimper in the direction of the cave itself. Something big was going on and the pair felt uneasy about it.
Lowering his bow Baine quivered his arrow and looked towards his companions. "We may be needed inside rather then on guard out here. Whitefang scout the path!" With a low growl the Wolf complied and bolted into the cave with Baine following close behind leaving his raptor and carrion Bird behind at the entrance. The tunnels seemed vast but with a tracker like a frost wolf it wasn't hard to pick the most direct path to the group currently in combat with a single woman. Lava flowed from the walls and the roof looked to be collapsing.
Looking around Baine spotted Vynianyx in her saber form. The Druidess seemed to be alright for the time being. This was good news as he summed up their opponent. She seemed smaller than the Black they'd fought in the Barrens. Raising his bow Baine took a single shot towards the weapon hand aiming to remove it from play if only for a moment. This single action signaled Whitefang to attack as well. Bolting forward his silver coat glistened with the glow of the cavern; his eyes locked on his prize, the rapier itself. With a deep growl the towering wolf opened his jaws and lunged for Vanexia.
"Feeling left out? Yield or you may join them up on the mantel." The Tauren roared as he nocked another arrow and took aim at their target.
Vanexia’s rapier was met by the clang of an arrow, hitting the guard of the hilt. The arrow knocked her swing at Kora off kilter, and the blade was then seized by the jaws of a white wolf, pulled from its wielder’s hand. It seemed a new foe had emerged within the cavern.
”Feeling left out? Yield or you may join them up on the mantel.” The tauren roared at her, his bow knocked and aimed.
Vanexia jumped back again, her eyes scanning the arena. “We are just some elaborate game to the mortal races. Once the prize of Khaz’goroth, we are now a simple trophy to you!” She snarled, her tail lashing back and forth. She paused for a moment, calming her fury. She stood, a hand resting on her hip, and regarded the group.
Kersia seized the lapse in the onslaught. “Vanexia, where is Vinarion located? Where have they taken Mortrexia?”
Vanexia’s eyes softened for a moment at the mention of her mother, and her features looked conflicted. Only for a moment. “You think I am some weak pushover? That I’ll turn on my blood in an instant?” Vanexia readied her own magic and stabbed her tail into the earth as if the very ground was mere water.
Kersia readied her mana once more for another barrier, unsure what attack Vanexia was brewing. Vynianyx charged again, as talks seemed near futile, this time from behind the woman. She leaped at Vanexia from behind, hoping to catch her in a type of pincer attack with the group in the front.
”Feeling left out? Yield or you may join them up on the mantel.” The tauren roared at her, his bow knocked and aimed.
Vanexia jumped back again, her eyes scanning the arena. “We are just some elaborate game to the mortal races. Once the prize of Khaz’goroth, we are now a simple trophy to you!” She snarled, her tail lashing back and forth. She paused for a moment, calming her fury. She stood, a hand resting on her hip, and regarded the group.
Kersia seized the lapse in the onslaught. “Vanexia, where is Vinarion located? Where have they taken Mortrexia?”
Vanexia’s eyes softened for a moment at the mention of her mother, and her features looked conflicted. Only for a moment. “You think I am some weak pushover? That I’ll turn on my blood in an instant?” Vanexia readied her own magic and stabbed her tail into the earth as if the very ground was mere water.
Kersia readied her mana once more for another barrier, unsure what attack Vanexia was brewing. Vynianyx charged again, as talks seemed near futile, this time from behind the woman. She leaped at Vanexia from behind, hoping to catch her in a type of pincer attack with the group in the front.
Morician's head swam with the heat of the cavern; he was used to operating in the frigid arctic temperatures of Northrend, not the sweltering heat of the earth. Thankfully, the others seemed to know what to do, though it took most of his efforts to follow their lead and avoid getting hit by the magics the strange woman was throwing at them.
At least...he thought she was a woman. However, he had seen her disappear in front of his very eyes, and if she hadn't now been trying to kill them he would have mistaken her for a heat-induced hallucination. He grit his teeth, trying to get enough focus to tap the power of his runeblade. Slowly, an icy chill began to creep through his veins, providing some measure of relief and allowing him to think more clearly.
He glanced around the battlefield quickly, trying to take stock of the situation. The druidess, Vynianyx, seemed to have the worst of it as the lady...er, dragon-thing...focused its efforts on her. Well, I suppose it's now or never, he thought to himself, gripping his runeblade securely and charging towards Vanexia. He halted several paces away, though still too close for comfort. Scooping a rock up off the ground, he pitched it at Vanexia, hoping to hit the dragoness in the face. "HEY YOU! HERE'S HOW WE THROW ROCKS BACK IN WESTFALL!"
Well...on second thought...there were certainly better things that could be said to taunt a dragon. Much better things.
At least...he thought she was a woman. However, he had seen her disappear in front of his very eyes, and if she hadn't now been trying to kill them he would have mistaken her for a heat-induced hallucination. He grit his teeth, trying to get enough focus to tap the power of his runeblade. Slowly, an icy chill began to creep through his veins, providing some measure of relief and allowing him to think more clearly.
He glanced around the battlefield quickly, trying to take stock of the situation. The druidess, Vynianyx, seemed to have the worst of it as the lady...er, dragon-thing...focused its efforts on her. Well, I suppose it's now or never, he thought to himself, gripping his runeblade securely and charging towards Vanexia. He halted several paces away, though still too close for comfort. Scooping a rock up off the ground, he pitched it at Vanexia, hoping to hit the dragoness in the face. "HEY YOU! HERE'S HOW WE THROW ROCKS BACK IN WESTFALL!"
Well...on second thought...there were certainly better things that could be said to taunt a dragon. Much better things.
Vanexia glared at the group, most notably the red, her hand still clutching the burn. “Of course I still care about my mother.” Vanexia hissed as her skin began to darken. “I care about the mother I once had, thousands on thousands of years ago.” Her darkening skin shifted to scales, and though her overall form remained unchanged, a draconic tail sprouted from her back.
Kora looked at her calmly even through her partial transformation, "Then stop this, I do not know what Mortrexia was like then, but I am sure she still loves you, I am sure she thought about you everyday. Whatever happened you can move past it with time.
“Vinarion.” Vanexia spun to avoid Vynianyx’s claws. “He simply wants mortals eradicated.” She ducked to avoid the arcane lance, the darted forth herself. Her rapier was raised, and she had her free arm in front of her as a guard. “It was they who brought the legion here, they who free the old gods, they who corrupt the hearts and minds.” She swung her rapier at Kora. “They hunted our kind, killed our whelps, mounted our heads as trophies!” There was conviction in her voice and swing. Though Vanexia felt a level of conflict in regards to her mother’s role in Vinarion’s ambitions, she saw truth in Vinarion’s vision, as extreme as they may be and as blinded by them as he may seem.
Kora made no move to intercept the blow, despite the conviction in her voice and swing Kora could also sense her conflict. The blow was interrupted by an arrow and a wolf. Kora looked at her pityingly, "Yes, mortals have done great harm, but also great good. Should an entire race be eradicated for the foolish actions of a few? The dragons don't have a spotless record for doing harm. Malygos corrupted and changed both mortals and dragons alike. Neltharion nearly brought doom upon all of Azeroth, made pacts with Ragnaros and the Old Gods. No one is perfect be it mortal or dragon or even a Titan."
Kora looked at Vanexia, "You are simply repeating the mistakes of Neltharion and Malygos and I can see you don't fully agree with your brother. You can find a better way and you can start by helping us rescue your mother."
Kora looked at her calmly even through her partial transformation, "Then stop this, I do not know what Mortrexia was like then, but I am sure she still loves you, I am sure she thought about you everyday. Whatever happened you can move past it with time.
“Vinarion.” Vanexia spun to avoid Vynianyx’s claws. “He simply wants mortals eradicated.” She ducked to avoid the arcane lance, the darted forth herself. Her rapier was raised, and she had her free arm in front of her as a guard. “It was they who brought the legion here, they who free the old gods, they who corrupt the hearts and minds.” She swung her rapier at Kora. “They hunted our kind, killed our whelps, mounted our heads as trophies!” There was conviction in her voice and swing. Though Vanexia felt a level of conflict in regards to her mother’s role in Vinarion’s ambitions, she saw truth in Vinarion’s vision, as extreme as they may be and as blinded by them as he may seem.
Kora made no move to intercept the blow, despite the conviction in her voice and swing Kora could also sense her conflict. The blow was interrupted by an arrow and a wolf. Kora looked at her pityingly, "Yes, mortals have done great harm, but also great good. Should an entire race be eradicated for the foolish actions of a few? The dragons don't have a spotless record for doing harm. Malygos corrupted and changed both mortals and dragons alike. Neltharion nearly brought doom upon all of Azeroth, made pacts with Ragnaros and the Old Gods. No one is perfect be it mortal or dragon or even a Titan."
Kora looked at Vanexia, "You are simply repeating the mistakes of Neltharion and Malygos and I can see you don't fully agree with your brother. You can find a better way and you can start by helping us rescue your mother."
Vanexia seemed to falter her resolute stance at Kora’s words. But as Kora spoke, Vanexia appeared to grow angry once again. “I am NOT NELTHARION!” She roared as she whipped her arms around. The motion unleashed a flurry of needle like projectiles all aimed at Kora.
”HEY YOU! HERE’S HOW WE THROW ROCKS BACK IN WESTFALL!” As Vanexia centered herself to ready for an attack, a large rock collided with her chest. Within seconds, a sharp pain spread through her back as Vynianyx struck.
Vanexia stumbled forward as Vynianyx bit into her shoulder and secured her claws into her back. The black dragon roared, a sound that her size should not be capable of producing. She slammed herself backwards into the ground, knocking Vynianyx off her back into an unconscious slump.
“Vyn!” Sylstyx cried out. The shaman ran forward as water formed between her hands.
Vanexia’s calm, dark voice shifted, as it took on a larger tone. “I do not CARE what Vinar does to you, to my mother, to anyone!” A spout of lava sprung up in Sylstyx’s path, nearly catching the draenei. “He is ALL I have left!” Vanexia’s form began changing rapidly, becoming more and more draconic, though not as large as Vanzerion. Her form was far more lithe and long. “My true mother DIED with Draenor!”
As soon as she was in her full dragon form, Vanexia unleashed a torrent of her molten breath right at the group. Sylstyx rolled out of the way to avoid the breath as Kersia quickly formed a shield.
“Arg!” Kersia cried out as her spell recoiled from the power of the molten stream. “I don’t know how long I can hold.”
Vynianyx was out cold, nestled behind the dragon’s back left claw.
”HEY YOU! HERE’S HOW WE THROW ROCKS BACK IN WESTFALL!” As Vanexia centered herself to ready for an attack, a large rock collided with her chest. Within seconds, a sharp pain spread through her back as Vynianyx struck.
Vanexia stumbled forward as Vynianyx bit into her shoulder and secured her claws into her back. The black dragon roared, a sound that her size should not be capable of producing. She slammed herself backwards into the ground, knocking Vynianyx off her back into an unconscious slump.
“Vyn!” Sylstyx cried out. The shaman ran forward as water formed between her hands.
Vanexia’s calm, dark voice shifted, as it took on a larger tone. “I do not CARE what Vinar does to you, to my mother, to anyone!” A spout of lava sprung up in Sylstyx’s path, nearly catching the draenei. “He is ALL I have left!” Vanexia’s form began changing rapidly, becoming more and more draconic, though not as large as Vanzerion. Her form was far more lithe and long. “My true mother DIED with Draenor!”
As soon as she was in her full dragon form, Vanexia unleashed a torrent of her molten breath right at the group. Sylstyx rolled out of the way to avoid the breath as Kersia quickly formed a shield.
“Arg!” Kersia cried out as her spell recoiled from the power of the molten stream. “I don’t know how long I can hold.”
Vynianyx was out cold, nestled behind the dragon’s back left claw.
“I am NOT NELTHARION!” She roared as she whipped her arms around. The motion unleashed a flurry of needle like projectiles all aimed at Kora.
Kora quickly formed a shield to defend herself against the attack, the shield was a representation of her dragon scales so the needles did little to it.
Vanexia’s calm, dark voice shifted, as it took on a larger tone. “I do not CARE what Vinar does to you, to my mother, to anyone!” A spout of lava sprung up in Sylstyx’s path, nearly catching the draenei. “He is ALL I have left!” Vanexia’s form began changing rapidly, becoming more and more draconic, though not as large as Vanzerion. Her form was far more lithe and long. “My true mother DIED with Draenor!”
Kora shook her head as she whispered, “You do care, or I wouldn’t be sensing so much doubt within you, you know what your brother is doing is wrong.”
“Arg!” Kersia cried out as her spell recoiled from the power of the molten stream. “I don’t know how long I can hold.”
Kora sighed in resignation, “Despite what you say you do care, not only about your mother, but even the mortals. If you didn’t you wouldn’t have hesitated to kill them no matter what your brother said. Besides you know he only really needs Kersia, Vyn, Sylstyx and the child.” Kora began walking forward her own body beginning to morph, “You are not like Neltharion, or your brother, I can sense the goodness within you, the desire to protect.” Kora’s voice began growing deeper as well as her body elongated, scales appearing along with her wings and tail, “Following your brother will not bring you happiness, it will bring you only pain and despair, but if this is the choice you are making…” Kora breathed her own fire against Vanexia’s, hoping Kersia would use the distraction to get Vyn to safety and to get the hell out.
Kora quickly formed a shield to defend herself against the attack, the shield was a representation of her dragon scales so the needles did little to it.
Vanexia’s calm, dark voice shifted, as it took on a larger tone. “I do not CARE what Vinar does to you, to my mother, to anyone!” A spout of lava sprung up in Sylstyx’s path, nearly catching the draenei. “He is ALL I have left!” Vanexia’s form began changing rapidly, becoming more and more draconic, though not as large as Vanzerion. Her form was far more lithe and long. “My true mother DIED with Draenor!”
Kora shook her head as she whispered, “You do care, or I wouldn’t be sensing so much doubt within you, you know what your brother is doing is wrong.”
“Arg!” Kersia cried out as her spell recoiled from the power of the molten stream. “I don’t know how long I can hold.”
Kora sighed in resignation, “Despite what you say you do care, not only about your mother, but even the mortals. If you didn’t you wouldn’t have hesitated to kill them no matter what your brother said. Besides you know he only really needs Kersia, Vyn, Sylstyx and the child.” Kora began walking forward her own body beginning to morph, “You are not like Neltharion, or your brother, I can sense the goodness within you, the desire to protect.” Kora’s voice began growing deeper as well as her body elongated, scales appearing along with her wings and tail, “Following your brother will not bring you happiness, it will bring you only pain and despair, but if this is the choice you are making…” Kora breathed her own fire against Vanexia’s, hoping Kersia would use the distraction to get Vyn to safety and to get the hell out.
- Draconyxion -
Draco had been in in a fog since he'd enter the open cavern, the whispers burrowing deep into his mind as his eyes glazed over with a blank stair. His body hadn't moved since the encounter started and yet somehow managing to avoid all of the hazard befalling the place. This was until the transformation of the two Dragons: Vanexia and Korastrazsa.
Something was stirring inside the dwarf but what remained to be seen. The whispers continued to chip at the defenses put in place; where was Sir Bowen when you needed him? He was the rock Draco clung to when things grew hard. It was strange; such an imposing creature such as himself relying on one so small. Yet the dwarven knight seemed to have a mental will of iron, it was through their connection Draco managed to stem off the old god corruption for so long. A connection that seemed to have weakened over the distance. It was not as strong, but it was still there. If he could focus on it maybe, just maybe he could regain control of his faclties.
Sir Bowen's image suddenly appeared before the dwarf. Draco knew there could be know way his friend and ally was standing there amongst the chaos. Still part of him wanted to believe. Believe that somehow Bowen found them across the ocean into a dark cave of Black Dragons and Old God influences. Could Bowen sense him falling to the madness? What would the noble knight think of him?
Draco's body started to move though his eyes still held a hypnotic haze to them. It was clear that the dwarf was not in control of his actions. When the other two dragons began their transformations so to did the dwarf. His hand burned with magma as they formed his signature draconian claws. His horns grew more pronounced as his wings flared open lifting him off the ground and out of the way of a magma geyser. Landing against the wall Draco clung to it for a moment before sliding down the face. By this time his tail had sprouted and already formed the spiked club-like scales at the tip.
Draco's body continued to change as it grew in size until there was no remains of the dwarf he once was. With a ROAR that echoed and reverberated within the chamber Draconyxion flared open his wings and smacked his tail hard on the ground. He then looked upon the pair of Dragons also in the chamber; one was a black like himself, where as the other a member of the red Dragonflight. An intruder; protect what's yours Kill them all!
Draco had been in in a fog since he'd enter the open cavern, the whispers burrowing deep into his mind as his eyes glazed over with a blank stair. His body hadn't moved since the encounter started and yet somehow managing to avoid all of the hazard befalling the place. This was until the transformation of the two Dragons: Vanexia and Korastrazsa.
Something was stirring inside the dwarf but what remained to be seen. The whispers continued to chip at the defenses put in place; where was Sir Bowen when you needed him? He was the rock Draco clung to when things grew hard. It was strange; such an imposing creature such as himself relying on one so small. Yet the dwarven knight seemed to have a mental will of iron, it was through their connection Draco managed to stem off the old god corruption for so long. A connection that seemed to have weakened over the distance. It was not as strong, but it was still there. If he could focus on it maybe, just maybe he could regain control of his faclties.
Sir Bowen's image suddenly appeared before the dwarf. Draco knew there could be know way his friend and ally was standing there amongst the chaos. Still part of him wanted to believe. Believe that somehow Bowen found them across the ocean into a dark cave of Black Dragons and Old God influences. Could Bowen sense him falling to the madness? What would the noble knight think of him?
Draco's body started to move though his eyes still held a hypnotic haze to them. It was clear that the dwarf was not in control of his actions. When the other two dragons began their transformations so to did the dwarf. His hand burned with magma as they formed his signature draconian claws. His horns grew more pronounced as his wings flared open lifting him off the ground and out of the way of a magma geyser. Landing against the wall Draco clung to it for a moment before sliding down the face. By this time his tail had sprouted and already formed the spiked club-like scales at the tip.
Draco's body continued to change as it grew in size until there was no remains of the dwarf he once was. With a ROAR that echoed and reverberated within the chamber Draconyxion flared open his wings and smacked his tail hard on the ground. He then looked upon the pair of Dragons also in the chamber; one was a black like himself, where as the other a member of the red Dragonflight. An intruder; protect what's yours Kill them all!
Richard had landed a direct hit, finally he was capable of doing something more than lagging around the area. It seemed his companions were doing well, as well, though the female dragon stood strong yet still. Dragons were definitely not ones to easily go down without a fight.
Richard watched in utter awe as the rage-filled dragon shifted into her true form before his very eyes. It didn't take long for some of his companions to return the favor, dodging all the blasts he and Synthara rushed outside the cavern itself, ducking behind the rocky walls.
The sweltering heat was nothing compared to the utter fear and amazement he felt tugging at his soul, his heartbeat pounding as he had nearly escaped death. His head pounded and his vision blurred. It had been quite some time since he was in this amount of danger and he was soon reminded why he left the life of the adventurer.
He'd seen a dragon once before, but from far away. He's battled a great sea-kraken, but three dragons in a small room? That was way out his repertoire. It took all he could muster to stand by and peek out around the corner on occasion, watching the horrible battle ensue.
Richard watched in utter awe as the rage-filled dragon shifted into her true form before his very eyes. It didn't take long for some of his companions to return the favor, dodging all the blasts he and Synthara rushed outside the cavern itself, ducking behind the rocky walls.
The sweltering heat was nothing compared to the utter fear and amazement he felt tugging at his soul, his heartbeat pounding as he had nearly escaped death. His head pounded and his vision blurred. It had been quite some time since he was in this amount of danger and he was soon reminded why he left the life of the adventurer.
He'd seen a dragon once before, but from far away. He's battled a great sea-kraken, but three dragons in a small room? That was way out his repertoire. It took all he could muster to stand by and peek out around the corner on occasion, watching the horrible battle ensue.
“Arg!” Kersia cried out as her spell recoiled from the power of the molten stream. “I don’t know how long I can hold.”
Torin came up beside Kersia. "I apologize for my delay, had some uninvited guests outside." He said as he took in the situation, Vyn was hurt and there were two black dragons to contend with. "I see our troubles in here are only escalating. We need to grab the wounded and flee, at least to an area where she doesn't have such a significant advantage." He said as he noticed one of the black dragons must have been Draco.
"Perhaps we can sooth our allies mind." He said aloud as he tried to connect with the dream. He attempted to send out a stream of soothing energies to try and calm Draco's mind try to bring him back from the brink of corruption that had taken the rest of his flight. "Come back to us Draco, do not give in to their influence!" He said directly into the black dragon's mind. "Think of your friend! How would he look at you like this?" Attempting to sooth another dragon's mind was within his power, but it required all his concentration to try and calm Draco.
In truth he was delayed not from uninvited guests outside, but from within. He could feel the influence of the Nightmare growing. It had scared him, taken his mate and nearly him. Now he could feel its power growing. He had to warn the others, but he could not risk using the dream anymore than he already has lest it claim him.
Torin came up beside Kersia. "I apologize for my delay, had some uninvited guests outside." He said as he took in the situation, Vyn was hurt and there were two black dragons to contend with. "I see our troubles in here are only escalating. We need to grab the wounded and flee, at least to an area where she doesn't have such a significant advantage." He said as he noticed one of the black dragons must have been Draco.
"Perhaps we can sooth our allies mind." He said aloud as he tried to connect with the dream. He attempted to send out a stream of soothing energies to try and calm Draco's mind try to bring him back from the brink of corruption that had taken the rest of his flight. "Come back to us Draco, do not give in to their influence!" He said directly into the black dragon's mind. "Think of your friend! How would he look at you like this?" Attempting to sooth another dragon's mind was within his power, but it required all his concentration to try and calm Draco.
In truth he was delayed not from uninvited guests outside, but from within. He could feel the influence of the Nightmare growing. It had scared him, taken his mate and nearly him. Now he could feel its power growing. He had to warn the others, but he could not risk using the dream anymore than he already has lest it claim him.
- Brave Baine Bloodhoof -
The Tauren was watching the dragoness witch from down the shaft of his arrow, primed to take a more direct shot as she started monologging in her anger and fury. “We are just some elaborate game to the mortal races. Once the prize of Khaz’goroth, we are now a simple trophy to you!” Baine could tell his comment struck a nerve along with the theft of her weapon which Whitefang gladly brought back his his master.
Baine smirked, he was after all a Brave of Thunder Bluff and a hunter for his tribe. "Don't flatter yourself. I go where the wind blows me, I hunt what the Earth Mother deems worthy to provide for my home and family. Nothing more, nothing less." Baine didn't know if she could hear him and it didn't matter to the tauren as he was about to release his grip on his drawstring and the connected arrow when the Death Knight blocked his shot only to throw a rock of all things.
Events escalated quickly as they often do in situations such as these. First their host fully transformed into a fully imposing Black Dragon after knocking Vynianyx off her back. Then the Blood Elf Kora shifted slowly into her true red dragon form. Both were a sight to behold as Baine had to take several steps back to accommodate the sheer size of the two dragonesses.
If the heat of the cavern was not blistering enough with him being in a thick coat of fur and his armor; both dragons started using their signature fire breath making things all the more difficult. Baine crouched down and covered his face from the blast but it did little to sooth the residual heat coming from both dragons. The tauren could tell that Kersia seemed to be getting the worst of it as she was right in the middle of both beasts.
Baine looked behind him to further shield his face only too see Richard Parker fleeing the cavern, "Now where does he think he's going?" His question was answered as quickly as it was asked when the cavern was filled with the terrifying roar of yet a third dragon. Baine already did not trust the dwarf disguised black after just meeting him and this all but sealed his thoughts on that matter.
It seemed as if the tiny human may be the smart one as this was getting out of hand. Baine didn't have problems fighting smaller dragon kin and the occasional group of small drakes or even a whelping or two; but this was different. There were now three fully grown very angry dragons crowding the cavern and anyone whom wasn't delirious from the heat or a madman would know when the odds were not stacked in their favor.
Baine roared over the impending battle of titans to anyone whom could hear him. "There is nothing to be gained here! We need to get out of here before they bring the roof down on top of all of us! We can't save Mortre if we are buried alive!!" The Tauren was about to follow the small human's example and turn tail when he caught a glimpse of the unconscious feline form of Vynianyx lying at the feet of one of the black dragons. Why hadn't she moved?
Baine let out a long breath as he holstered his bow on his back and pulled out his spear. The tauren hope the elf was only stunned and not badly injured as he made up his mind. "I have got to be mad." he said to himself as he signaled to Whitefang their job was not yet complete. The pair had to try and get Vynianyx out from under the feet of a dragon whom in Baine's honest opinion was not going to simply and kindly lift her clawed foot out of the kindness of her black molten heart.
The Tauren was watching the dragoness witch from down the shaft of his arrow, primed to take a more direct shot as she started monologging in her anger and fury. “We are just some elaborate game to the mortal races. Once the prize of Khaz’goroth, we are now a simple trophy to you!” Baine could tell his comment struck a nerve along with the theft of her weapon which Whitefang gladly brought back his his master.
Baine smirked, he was after all a Brave of Thunder Bluff and a hunter for his tribe. "Don't flatter yourself. I go where the wind blows me, I hunt what the Earth Mother deems worthy to provide for my home and family. Nothing more, nothing less." Baine didn't know if she could hear him and it didn't matter to the tauren as he was about to release his grip on his drawstring and the connected arrow when the Death Knight blocked his shot only to throw a rock of all things.
Events escalated quickly as they often do in situations such as these. First their host fully transformed into a fully imposing Black Dragon after knocking Vynianyx off her back. Then the Blood Elf Kora shifted slowly into her true red dragon form. Both were a sight to behold as Baine had to take several steps back to accommodate the sheer size of the two dragonesses.
If the heat of the cavern was not blistering enough with him being in a thick coat of fur and his armor; both dragons started using their signature fire breath making things all the more difficult. Baine crouched down and covered his face from the blast but it did little to sooth the residual heat coming from both dragons. The tauren could tell that Kersia seemed to be getting the worst of it as she was right in the middle of both beasts.
Baine looked behind him to further shield his face only too see Richard Parker fleeing the cavern, "Now where does he think he's going?" His question was answered as quickly as it was asked when the cavern was filled with the terrifying roar of yet a third dragon. Baine already did not trust the dwarf disguised black after just meeting him and this all but sealed his thoughts on that matter.
It seemed as if the tiny human may be the smart one as this was getting out of hand. Baine didn't have problems fighting smaller dragon kin and the occasional group of small drakes or even a whelping or two; but this was different. There were now three fully grown very angry dragons crowding the cavern and anyone whom wasn't delirious from the heat or a madman would know when the odds were not stacked in their favor.
Baine roared over the impending battle of titans to anyone whom could hear him. "There is nothing to be gained here! We need to get out of here before they bring the roof down on top of all of us! We can't save Mortre if we are buried alive!!" The Tauren was about to follow the small human's example and turn tail when he caught a glimpse of the unconscious feline form of Vynianyx lying at the feet of one of the black dragons. Why hadn't she moved?
Baine let out a long breath as he holstered his bow on his back and pulled out his spear. The tauren hope the elf was only stunned and not badly injured as he made up his mind. "I have got to be mad." he said to himself as he signaled to Whitefang their job was not yet complete. The pair had to try and get Vynianyx out from under the feet of a dragon whom in Baine's honest opinion was not going to simply and kindly lift her clawed foot out of the kindness of her black molten heart.
Morician's eyes widened as the woman began raging and...turning into a dragon? Well this wasn't good. He started to slowly back away, sweeping his gaze about the room to see what the others were doing while cursing mentally. The only good news seemed to be that they seemed to have a red dragon on their side, and that they weren't dead yet.
At the volley of fire, he tapped the power of his blade once more, managing to wreath himself in a protective barrier before he could be fried to a crisp. His eyes watered from the heat as he struggled towards Kersia, staggering into the bubble and patting out a few stray cinders. Outside the bubble, things seemed to be getting worse as Vynianyx was pinned down and the "dwarf", Draco, seemed to turn on them.
"If you can get the ugly one to let go of the druid, I can try to pull her to safety," Morician barked at Kersia. "In the meantime I'll try to buy us some time with Draco."
And with that he turned and charged Draconyxian, letting loose the most fierce battlecry he could summon from within. Truly, he'd never dreamed of charging headlong at a fully grown dragon, especially not by himself. Not since he was a young boy in Westfall. It certainly wasn't his preference of things to do now either, but it was preferable to being incinerated or breaking his word.
01/14/2018 11:10 PMPosted by KersiaAs soon as she was in her full dragon form, Vanexia unleashed a torrent of her molten breath right at the group. Sylstyx rolled out of the way to avoid the breath as Kersia quickly formed a shield.
“Arg!” Kersia cried out as her spell recoiled from the power of the molten stream. “I don’t know how long I can hold.”
At the volley of fire, he tapped the power of his blade once more, managing to wreath himself in a protective barrier before he could be fried to a crisp. His eyes watered from the heat as he struggled towards Kersia, staggering into the bubble and patting out a few stray cinders. Outside the bubble, things seemed to be getting worse as Vynianyx was pinned down and the "dwarf", Draco, seemed to turn on them.
"If you can get the ugly one to let go of the druid, I can try to pull her to safety," Morician barked at Kersia. "In the meantime I'll try to buy us some time with Draco."
And with that he turned and charged Draconyxian, letting loose the most fierce battlecry he could summon from within. Truly, he'd never dreamed of charging headlong at a fully grown dragon, especially not by himself. Not since he was a young boy in Westfall. It certainly wasn't his preference of things to do now either, but it was preferable to being incinerated or breaking his word.
Vanexia snarled as the red whelp took her dragon form and attempted to use fire to contest the lava. The fire did nothing to stop the viscous lava from reaching its target, however the red did successfully stop the lava breath for a different reason. Vanexia snapped her jaws shut and lunged forward towards Kora, her long claws just missing the unconscious druid by her feet.
"Red scaled brat!" Vanexia roared, with a feral ferocity not yet seen by her. Like something set her over the edge into a blinded rage. To Vane, it was only her and Kora in the cavern, even as another took his own black scaled form. "Murder! False healers! EGG BREAKERS!" Vane's jaws were wide open as she lunged for Kora's neck, her front claws outstretched, ready to grasp into the red dragon's shoulders.
Kersia cursed under her breath for a moment, before teleporting herself to edge of the chamber. A three dragon brawl could bring the whole cavern down on their heads... Wait. Kersia glanced around, noticing something she hadn't before. There seemed to be a constant stream of mana seeping into the stones of the cavern, and all the tendrils of mana seemed to stem from Vanexia. For what purpose? Such a strain would only serve to weaken the dragon. Yet, despite all the thrashing and banging, it seemed the cavern was holding itself intact. Thinking back, no rocks fell that Vanexia did not will to fall.
Kersia wracked her mind, wondering why the dragon would cut her power just to have control of all the stone of the cavern. Perhaps it was some plot, now out the window as the dragons took form. Whatever the reason, such an expenditure of mana was keeping the cavern intact.
Kersia motioned for Sylstyx to return to her. The shaman reluctantly came to Kersia's side, her eyes still watching Vyn. "Vat yoo needink?"
"Water." Kersia wove a quick spell to put a small arcane bubble around Vyn to hopefully protect the druid from the dragons. "I need ammunition."
Sylstyx nodded and communed with the water elementals from the marsh. Within seconds, a small pool of water formed at their feet.
"Thank you." Kersia used some of the elemental water to form a rather crude looking ice lance. She scowled as it took form, ice magic not being her strongest area. Still, it would due, she hoped. With a little boost, Kersia unleashed the lance of ice.
It shrunk astronomically as it approached the heated battle field. What was left just shattered against the protective scales on Vanexia's chest. Kersia growled. They needed to break that scale armor some how, and keep the lance from melting... She couldn't make and throw the lance, as well as keep it enchanted against heat.
"Red scaled brat!" Vanexia roared, with a feral ferocity not yet seen by her. Like something set her over the edge into a blinded rage. To Vane, it was only her and Kora in the cavern, even as another took his own black scaled form. "Murder! False healers! EGG BREAKERS!" Vane's jaws were wide open as she lunged for Kora's neck, her front claws outstretched, ready to grasp into the red dragon's shoulders.
Kersia cursed under her breath for a moment, before teleporting herself to edge of the chamber. A three dragon brawl could bring the whole cavern down on their heads... Wait. Kersia glanced around, noticing something she hadn't before. There seemed to be a constant stream of mana seeping into the stones of the cavern, and all the tendrils of mana seemed to stem from Vanexia. For what purpose? Such a strain would only serve to weaken the dragon. Yet, despite all the thrashing and banging, it seemed the cavern was holding itself intact. Thinking back, no rocks fell that Vanexia did not will to fall.
Kersia wracked her mind, wondering why the dragon would cut her power just to have control of all the stone of the cavern. Perhaps it was some plot, now out the window as the dragons took form. Whatever the reason, such an expenditure of mana was keeping the cavern intact.
Kersia motioned for Sylstyx to return to her. The shaman reluctantly came to Kersia's side, her eyes still watching Vyn. "Vat yoo needink?"
"Water." Kersia wove a quick spell to put a small arcane bubble around Vyn to hopefully protect the druid from the dragons. "I need ammunition."
Sylstyx nodded and communed with the water elementals from the marsh. Within seconds, a small pool of water formed at their feet.
"Thank you." Kersia used some of the elemental water to form a rather crude looking ice lance. She scowled as it took form, ice magic not being her strongest area. Still, it would due, she hoped. With a little boost, Kersia unleashed the lance of ice.
It shrunk astronomically as it approached the heated battle field. What was left just shattered against the protective scales on Vanexia's chest. Kersia growled. They needed to break that scale armor some how, and keep the lance from melting... She couldn't make and throw the lance, as well as keep it enchanted against heat.
- Draconyxion -
Now fully grown Draconyxion stalked menacingly towards the group. His draconian eyes a-glow with the magma pouring forth from the chamber and his "mate's" own maw. The more he pulled his strength from the earth, the more the whispers clouded his mind and the more fog would have to have been cleared by Torin to reach Draconyxion's true self hiding within.
Deep within the primal mind of the beast he was becoming Draconyxion walked around in a fog, unable to control his own actions as he witnessed the events unfolding. His mind seemed to quickly be equally at a loss as he had to contend with the whispers creeping it and now another voice echoed. This one was not as familiar but trying to be comforting. "Come back to us Draco, do not give in to their influence!"
Draconyxion stopped for just a second as he looked down at the elf malice intent in his reptilian eyes. "Oh but the unbridled power, it is intoxicating. Can't you feel it dreamer?" he spoke to Torin within his mind. "The raw strength of Azeroth calls to me. It welcomes me, they... welcome me. Out there I am an outcast, my flight gone, destroyed but those whom sought freedom from our protection. Neltharion fail them... all of them. I will not yield to your lies! Get out of my head."
Draconyxion turned from Torin as one of the others charge him. With a roar the black dragon turned to face Morician in combat. Small prey easily dealt with... no, let them suffer until the end... torture them... pain... make them suffer as you have... show them what befalls those whom challenge the BLACK FLIGHT!
Draconyxion dug one of his claws into the ground and beat his wings sending gusts forward towards the group. He then brought his tail around, smashing it into the ground triggering the quills on the tip before showcasing it to the Death Knight. If he really wanted to be the first to taste the dragon's fury then so be it, Draconyxion swung his tail around hoping to sheer his prey upon his quills tossing the knight like the flea he was in the process.
"Think of your friend! How would he look at you like this?" Once more trapped within his own mind Torin's words echoed as the shadowed silhouette of Sir Bowen appeared once more; distant and out of focus like everything else since entering the cave. Sir Bowen? Yes, the honorable dwarf knight, how would he look upon him? Draconyxion didn't have to hide from Bowen whom he was. He would be proud to see him embracing his true heritage. The dreamer lies, he knows of their power and covets it himself.
Now fully grown Draconyxion stalked menacingly towards the group. His draconian eyes a-glow with the magma pouring forth from the chamber and his "mate's" own maw. The more he pulled his strength from the earth, the more the whispers clouded his mind and the more fog would have to have been cleared by Torin to reach Draconyxion's true self hiding within.
Deep within the primal mind of the beast he was becoming Draconyxion walked around in a fog, unable to control his own actions as he witnessed the events unfolding. His mind seemed to quickly be equally at a loss as he had to contend with the whispers creeping it and now another voice echoed. This one was not as familiar but trying to be comforting. "Come back to us Draco, do not give in to their influence!"
Draconyxion stopped for just a second as he looked down at the elf malice intent in his reptilian eyes. "Oh but the unbridled power, it is intoxicating. Can't you feel it dreamer?" he spoke to Torin within his mind. "The raw strength of Azeroth calls to me. It welcomes me, they... welcome me. Out there I am an outcast, my flight gone, destroyed but those whom sought freedom from our protection. Neltharion fail them... all of them. I will not yield to your lies! Get out of my head."
Draconyxion turned from Torin as one of the others charge him. With a roar the black dragon turned to face Morician in combat. Small prey easily dealt with... no, let them suffer until the end... torture them... pain... make them suffer as you have... show them what befalls those whom challenge the BLACK FLIGHT!
Draconyxion dug one of his claws into the ground and beat his wings sending gusts forward towards the group. He then brought his tail around, smashing it into the ground triggering the quills on the tip before showcasing it to the Death Knight. If he really wanted to be the first to taste the dragon's fury then so be it, Draconyxion swung his tail around hoping to sheer his prey upon his quills tossing the knight like the flea he was in the process.
"Think of your friend! How would he look at you like this?" Once more trapped within his own mind Torin's words echoed as the shadowed silhouette of Sir Bowen appeared once more; distant and out of focus like everything else since entering the cave. Sir Bowen? Yes, the honorable dwarf knight, how would he look upon him? Draconyxion didn't have to hide from Bowen whom he was. He would be proud to see him embracing his true heritage. The dreamer lies, he knows of their power and covets it himself.
"Red scaled brat!" Vanexia roared, with a feral ferocity not yet seen by her. Like something set her over the edge into a blinded rage. To Vane, it was only her and Kora in the cavern, even as another took his own black scaled form. "Murder! False healers! EGG BREAKERS!" Vane's jaws were wide open as she lunged for Kora's neck, her front claws outstretched, ready to grasp into the red dragon's shoulders.
Korastrazsa, while much smaller than Vanexia was confident that she had just as much battle experience as the older black. Kora had spent practically her entire life in battle, while also learning to fight from some of the best mortal warriors she knew. Dalfein had given her ferocity and confidence teaching her that brains alone would not get you through. Her dear Illisidel had taught her compassion and mercy, that not all battles had to end in death. But it was the lessons from the druid Sammuroth that aided her here.
She had taken in the terrain and also noted that the cave seemed to bend to Vanexia's will. She didn't know what Kersia did, she just assumed the black was using her magic to control the earth like her kind was known for. Kora had also learned how to use her smaller size to her advantage against larger opponents. While Vanexia's size and strength dwarfed Korastrazsa's the black was also in a rage and not thinking clearly which made her movements easy to predict and Kora's smaller size allowed her much more ease of movement within the cave.
As such Kora twisted out of the way of Vanexia's jaws and used the black's momentume against her to dodge her claws. "Do not speak to me about murder, because of Neltharion hundreds of reds were enslaved by the Horde and subsequently died. Thousands of eggs were destroyed thanks to your leader, not only red, but black as well. You want to blame someone for the loss of the black flight blame Neltharion and all those who followed him. In the end your brother is no better than Deathwing and you know this to be true! You can see that your brother's course will lead to nothing more than more losses for the black flight, more losses to Azeroth as a whole which your flight was sworn to protect!"
Kora discreetly used her tail to swipe several stalactites from the ceiling launching them at the black. She wasn't foolish enough to think that would do any real damage if any at all, but if she could keep the black enraged and focused on her it gave the others time to formulate a plan. She perceived the spear of ice and nodded to herself. It would take Kersia time to break through Vanexia's scales that way, but Kora planned to give her all the time she needed.
Korastrazsa, while much smaller than Vanexia was confident that she had just as much battle experience as the older black. Kora had spent practically her entire life in battle, while also learning to fight from some of the best mortal warriors she knew. Dalfein had given her ferocity and confidence teaching her that brains alone would not get you through. Her dear Illisidel had taught her compassion and mercy, that not all battles had to end in death. But it was the lessons from the druid Sammuroth that aided her here.
She had taken in the terrain and also noted that the cave seemed to bend to Vanexia's will. She didn't know what Kersia did, she just assumed the black was using her magic to control the earth like her kind was known for. Kora had also learned how to use her smaller size to her advantage against larger opponents. While Vanexia's size and strength dwarfed Korastrazsa's the black was also in a rage and not thinking clearly which made her movements easy to predict and Kora's smaller size allowed her much more ease of movement within the cave.
As such Kora twisted out of the way of Vanexia's jaws and used the black's momentume against her to dodge her claws. "Do not speak to me about murder, because of Neltharion hundreds of reds were enslaved by the Horde and subsequently died. Thousands of eggs were destroyed thanks to your leader, not only red, but black as well. You want to blame someone for the loss of the black flight blame Neltharion and all those who followed him. In the end your brother is no better than Deathwing and you know this to be true! You can see that your brother's course will lead to nothing more than more losses for the black flight, more losses to Azeroth as a whole which your flight was sworn to protect!"
Kora discreetly used her tail to swipe several stalactites from the ceiling launching them at the black. She wasn't foolish enough to think that would do any real damage if any at all, but if she could keep the black enraged and focused on her it gave the others time to formulate a plan. She perceived the spear of ice and nodded to herself. It would take Kersia time to break through Vanexia's scales that way, but Kora planned to give her all the time she needed.
Vanexia roared as the red avoided her attack and tried to use her own cavern against her. The spikes stuttered as they fell, and exploded into a rain of dirt before even reaching the black. There was another black dragon here as well, in full form. His scent was not one Vanexia knew, he was not an ally. A trick, a failed attempt to confuse her most likely. Not one she would fall for.
Vanexia shifted her focus to the black dragon, this red’s attempts at combat seemed more distracting at best. The black would end up a greater challenge. Vanexia did leave a parting give for the red dragon, launching a spear of molten hot stone from the ceiling down at her.
With a growl, Vanexia lashed out towards Draco, her claws aimed for his back haunches. As she did so, she swiped her right wing out as well, aimed at Kora, used as a weapon.
Kersia tried an ice lance once more. This one flew farther than the first at its original size, but quickly began shrinking and uselessly clashed against Vanexia’s scales. She needed something sharper or heavier to make a hole in the scale shield, and the heat of the draconic battle easily negated her rudimentary enchantment to keep the ice cold. She needed to focus purely on the enchantment, but that meant someone else had to make and launch the ice. Unless another had something long and sharp enough to pierce into the dragon’s flesh when it was exposed, deep enough to puncture a lung and heart.
Vanexia shifted her focus to the black dragon, this red’s attempts at combat seemed more distracting at best. The black would end up a greater challenge. Vanexia did leave a parting give for the red dragon, launching a spear of molten hot stone from the ceiling down at her.
With a growl, Vanexia lashed out towards Draco, her claws aimed for his back haunches. As she did so, she swiped her right wing out as well, aimed at Kora, used as a weapon.
Kersia tried an ice lance once more. This one flew farther than the first at its original size, but quickly began shrinking and uselessly clashed against Vanexia’s scales. She needed something sharper or heavier to make a hole in the scale shield, and the heat of the draconic battle easily negated her rudimentary enchantment to keep the ice cold. She needed to focus purely on the enchantment, but that meant someone else had to make and launch the ice. Unless another had something long and sharp enough to pierce into the dragon’s flesh when it was exposed, deep enough to puncture a lung and heart.