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Post by Shockstorm on Jun 15, 2013 13:11:29 GMT -5
Peter and Arc had been travelling for days trying to find the place that their contact in Asralie had told them about. They have been travelling all across Europe looking for relics and other links to Peter's ancestor, Jorgen Solid-Stone. His mission had started out as a personal one, but has since become his official mission for the Draco Protectorate. The official sponsorship was especially helpful in that he gained access to the Protectorates wide net of contacts and resources. Lately he had been tracking the rumor that some particularly old Ebonystrikers were living somewhere in the area Peter now flew through. "Hey Arc," Peter said to his Skrill, who was descendant from Jorgen's Skrill Shockstorm, "How about we rest in that cave there. We've been flying all day, so don't even pretend that you're not tired. We can begin our search tomorrow." They descended down and flew into the cave, coming to a stop. Peter unloaded their travel gear and Arc started a small fire in the middle of their campsite. After a few minutes they had a nice camp set up. "Welcome to the Protectorate royal suite, have a wonderful night." Peter said jokingly as he examined their camp. "If you have any problems, please report them to the front desk." Arc added.
The next morning, they packed up their camp and flew out into the forest to search for the old Ebonystrikers. After almost a full day of searching, Peter spotted something below them. He signaled Arc and they landed in the woods a little ways away from the object Peter had spotted. They crept up quietly, as they had no idea what they were approaching. Eventually they got to the edge of a clearing, and from their vantage point behind a large tree, Peter could make out a massive dragon, and another one not far off. Peter couldn't shake the feeling that these two dragons, clearly Ebonystrikers, were familiar. But before he could think more on it, the smaller of the two knocked Arc aside and grabbed them both, dragging them into the clearing where the other Ebonystriker now sat awake. While struggling to free himself, Peter noticed that the smaller Ebonystriker, which he now realized was a life elemental, was on two legs. He knew he should know what that meant, but was too busy struggling to think about it. He heard the life Ebonystriker ask him some questions, but he wasn't comfortable to answer to the dragon that just dragged him out from a tree. When they saw the 'strikers teasing eachother, however, Peter and Arc both relaxed enough to respond to their questions. "Ha! My family never runs out of electricity! Ours replenishes on it's own, thanks to my grandfather!" Arc replied to the Ebonystriker. "Wait, electricity won't affect you? And your resistance was developed, not inborn? You wouldn't mind if maybe I take a few skin samples for study, would you? "That is exactly the same kind of stupid thing Jorgen allways tried to do to me! And now that I think of that he does look like him..." replied the life Ebonystriker.
"Oh, you mean Jorgen as in Jorgen Solid-Stone? Well I got this sword as an heirloom, I'm a descendant of Jorgen. And since you know him and recognize this sword, then it is obvious of who you are!" Peter exclaimed in excitement. "You must be Rovertson! After all, no other life Ebonystriker is like you." he said pointing to the life Ebonystriker. "And you can only be Azronicle, Grandfather told me a lot about you. His name was Shockstorm." Arc finished. "This is completely strange What are the chances." replied Rovertson. "Rovertson stuff stopped being strange a few thousand years back And yes that's who we are." said Azronicle. "Anyway, I guess we should introduce ourselves. My name is Peter Fasten, prince of the Draco Protectorate and this is my partner, Arc. And we have been travelling the world searching for relics left behind by Jorgen, or anything connected to him. We were actually looking for you, though we didn't know it would be you specifically." Peter said to the Ebonystrikers that had once been friends with his and Arc's ancestors. Azronical flinched visibly at hearing the Skrill's name but recovered shortly after. Rovertson gave a discrete pat on Azronical's back with his tail knowing the name was a painful one to hear for him. "Rovertson honestly did you have to get that close to the town someone probably saw you. How else would there be rumors." said Azronicle. "What he could've been the one of my family would be so hard. You said you search for things would you mind helping us find someone? We have been trying to find this person for awhile. Ohh and as an afterthought do not shock me arc when I come in contact with Askin's lightning even as diluted as yours will be I get extremely aggresive." said Rovertson. "Right then, well, I propose we help each other out. You tell us about Jorgen and Shockstorm, and we can tell you about some things you've missed out on, like the Draco Protectorate. And as a favor we'll help you find whoever it is you're looking for. Deal?" Peter asked. "Fine but Azronicals the one who enjoys telling stories he had to keep Haze occupied many times and no doubt you know about him." replied Rovertson getting tired of talking in english reverting back to dragonese. Peter nodded in satisfaction. "All right then, let's get started, we have much to discuss." Peter said.
~a few days later~
"Well, thank you for all that information. This should speed up our job by a year at the least!" Peter said to Rovertson as he and Arc prepared to go find this descendant of Rovertson. Luckily the Protectorate had kept an eye on the family lineage of all of the old dragon riders, and combined with Rovertson's information on the guy, so Peter had a good idea where to start their search. "We should be back in a few days. If we're not back in a week, well then we're probably either an exclusive zoo exhibit or a beautiful grease spot somewhere. Either way, just don't come looking for us." Peter said as he and Arc began to hover into the air. "See you later! We'll make sure nothing happens to your great-times-whatever nephew!" he called as they flew off to where their sources indicated the descendant was. After about a day of flying, Peter and Arc arrived in the approximate area where their target lived. The first thing they noticed was the helicopter getting shot out of the sky by a nearby military installation. "Arc, time for a rescue! If our dossier on this guy is correct, then the person that just fell out of that chopper may be our target! You know the drill!" Peter said and Arc went into a steep dive and intercepted the falling body, catching the person in his talons but careful not to scratch him. Peter was about to call down to their catch but saw him fall unconscious. "Looks like we got our target!" Peter said before noticing the shrapnel in the guy's shoulder. "He's hurt! Once we're clear of the military do a loop and throw to get him on your back so I can treat his wounds!" Peter called to Arc.
The next day they arrived back at the clearing. While their target had not woken up, Peter had removed the shrapnel and treated his injuries as best he could without having them land. They landed and they brought the guy over to Rovertson. "Uhh maybe I should've mentioned bringing him back in one piece?" asked Rovertson. "We found him right as he got shot down my a military base. I've treated the major wounds but he hasn't woken up." "Ill finish the rest of the wounds he will wake up on his own time." Rovertson said. "All right, if you say so. Hey, um, you don't mind if maybe we camp out here with you to for a while? From what you've told me, and combining it with the Protectorate's archive of information, I think there is another one of Jorgen's relics near here. I promise we won't burn down the forest, or try electroshock therapy on your descendant." said Peter. "Yea I highly doubt nothing mildly entertaining won't happen whilst your here but go ahead and stay. But if your so curious about your past why not see Vidoron he had more interaction then us and Even though humans are not really allowed in Asralie ever since the location nearly got leaked out by one, Azronicle is the leader I KNOW he will allow you into Asralie. He can make it where the barriers normally blocking you from entrance be nonexistant to you." replied Rovertson The last part rather loudly so Azronicle could overhear it. Azronicle grumbled in annoyance over being bossed around but replied. "Fine. But you better not place anything even mildly dangerous to us in your records. I'm so going to regret this. Ill work on it tomorrow." "Oh, thanks for the offer, but most of the Protectorate's information actually is from Vidoron. Though there is still something else that I might be able to look into at Asralie." Peter said. "Well? Let's go! I sure don't want to sit here sunbathing all day!" Arc said as static flowed down his spine in excitement. "All right, all right! Well, see you later Rovertson, Azronicle, I guess we're gonna go find that relic now." Peter said as he saddled Arc and they took off.
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Post by Shockstorm on Jun 25, 2013 17:03:58 GMT -5
When he had first returned, Peter had noticed the strange newcomers to the camp but ignored them for the time. When he had seen those eyes the guy that descended from Rovertson had, Peter had been a bit shocked. Sure it was one thing to read about all these weird things in Jorgen's books, but it was another thing to experience them for oneself. "Wait, you knew Jorgen too?" Peter asked. "But you aren't old enough to have lived back then unless... the time machine! Of course! How could I have not seen it earlier!? You're Kyle, and those must be Darkender and Rouge!" Peter exclaimed. "The one and only and you are correct these are my dragons Darkender and Rouge its good to know Jorgen still talked about us after we left, so what's yours and your skrill's name" replied Kyle. "He did more than talk, he left entire libraries dedicated to the people and dragons he met over the years! Anyway, yeah, my name is Peter Fasten, and this is Arc. We're descendants of Jorgen and Shockstorm. You might be interested in knowing, we're part of an organization called the Draco Protectorate, which was founded by Jorgen about a decade after you left using that time-machine. Which was recovered by Jorgen and is now in the Protectorate Archives. The Protectorate was founded to basically broker peace between humans and dragons, though in recent centuries that focus has turned into hiding and preserving dragons in the modern world." "Wow an entire library crikey I didn't expect Jorgen to do that or founder a organization, well nice to meet yous Peter and Arc" said Kyle. "Yeah, and that's just on people he met, his records and archives take up the space of a small town, and we haven't even found them all yet! Anyway, it is an honor to meet you three." Peter said. He was about to turn to go to where he and Arc had set up camp when he remembered something else to tell Kyle. "Oh, and Kyle. So you know, Jorgen wrote down that whenever you return that the Protectorate should welcome you if you ever want to join or just learn more. That offer still stands." he said as he walked over to his tent, not waiting for a reply.
Back at his and Arc's camp spot, Peter pulled out his laptop and began writing down the days events. When he sent his weekly report back to Dracobyen, the folks back home will have quite the eventful day as they learn about Kyle, Rovertson, and the others. Peter suspected that finding Jorgen's old friends will be almost as big an event as when the Protectorate and the Hunters merged back in the eighteenth century. With a touch of sorrow, Peter thought about how excited this would have made Shockstorm if he hadn't died of old age four days ago. He wondered what all this could mean for the future of the Protectorate, and what may happen in the near future now because of this. While he sat there, Peter absently pulled out the artifact that he recovered from the small time capsule left behind by Jorgen. It was a small, plain box with a keyhole that seemed to be made from some strange kind of gem or metal. The first thing Peter had tried was his key carved from a Nadder spine, since most of Jorgen's locks seemed to be set to open for that specific key, but this one hadn't budged. After that Peter had tried the less preferable method of breaking the box open, but whatever it was made of, while it looked like aluminum, was clearly far stronger than any material known to the modern world. Hopefully the archivists back at Dracobyen will know what these materials are, and maybe even have an idea of how to unlock this box. Peter thought as he slipped the small box back into his jacket pocket. I think I may stick around a bit longer than I originally planned, he thought as he looked out at the clearing, I have the strangest feeling something big is going to happen. Especially after Arc told me about the tingling sensation he was starting to get at the back of his mind. Whatever is about to happen, I have a feeling Jorgen would have stuck around to deal with and learn about it. And as prince of the Protectorate, I need to live up to my ancestor's legacy. Peter laid back against Arc and began to doze lightly, prepared to wake up if anything happened.
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Post by killjoy on Jul 1, 2013 22:08:41 GMT -5
Gillien was having a nightmare from his past. "Varius we need to get out of here." I yelled to my brother as we ran thrue the woods away from the chasing mercenaries after us because of our unusual bodies. As we ran we meared the safehouse when a shot resonated thrue the air and varius dropped like a sack. Pulling my pistol out i fire at the group of mercs coming after us as I dragged my brother Across my shoulder into the safehouse. Before reaching it a bullet grazed my cheek but I managed to shoot 3 of them down with a costamary military double tap one in the chest one in the head as I shut the door and barred it. All went silent as the mercenaries sat and waited for one of us to leave the safety of the house as I dressed my brothers wounds. "Hang in there I win't let you die." I said. "I don't think I will be leaving this alive Gillien. Its deep." "You will make it. You have to!" I grabbed my sniper rifle off the wall of the safehouse and loaded it. Grabbing a few smoke granades stored in the safe house Which was bassicaly a concrete above ground shelter that was one of my familys many ones I pulled open the hatch on the roof and climbed up carefully making sure to stay below the concrete barier on the roof to avoid sniper fire. reaching the barrier i pulled the pin on the smoke granades with my teeth and threw them over and waited as the smoke filled the gap between the trees and the safehouse before aimming over the barrier and looking thrue my scope at the targets. With my specilized site that for some reason I could see the glowing outline of any living thing I did not need an infrared scope. slowing my breathing I fired at them one by one Rapidly taking them out with only the skil and ease I could manage with a rifle but the smoke was clearing to fast and only managed to kill 20 of them before a stray bullet got lucky and lodged in my shoulderblade knocking me to the ground. Crawling desperately I managed to make it back to the hatch and half fall down into the building closing it. So this is how im going to die I thought. Dragging myself to the table where my brother lay barely breathing I layed down to rest knowing there was no way we where escapping this alive. But before I could fall asleep for the last time I heard a sound. It was a large roar sounding so terribly strong that it sent a shiver down my spine and I suddenly heard gunfire break out and a multitude of screams as more roaring happened and the sounds of men dying to something. There where grusome sounds of flesh being rended and bones cracking filled the air when suddenly as it began all was quiet again. After several hours I decided to look outside to see if it was safe. Outside of the house was a gruesome scene of mercanaries littering the ground after what looked to be a slaughter. stumbling to a body of one I noticed gashes on him looking to be made from claws the size of my hands. Something big had killed these men. Very big. Another body looked like it was boiled alive from something very hot whilst another body looked to have a tooth hole the size of my balled up fist in its chest where something gnawed on him. Making my way back to the house I waited for help to come wondering what could have killed all those heavily armed men like that. And hopeing my brother would live.
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Askin awoke with a start from her hibernation like state full of energy once again. She had awoken a few hundred years ago but the fool she decided to enter just had to commit suicide before she had the energy to take him over because of family issues. so then she was stuck in the ground for another few hundred years until this day. She relized a young women maybe in her 20es-30 nearby and took the chance to jump into her taking control before the women could react and killing her from the inside. Now was the time to kill them damn ebonystrikers who had killed Rezeroth! Plus she was extremely bored and felt the experess need to kill something to cure this boredom. But she needed to change this body up some before she could do anything.
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Rovertsen was remmebering one of the times when he had to save this small human. I had been following Gillien for awile as I knew he was trying to kill the leader of one of the corperations after him as a message to get them to stop. I watched as he set up possition outside the buisness building getting set up with his sniper as his brother was ontop a nearby building taller then the one they where after. I was a little shocked when I saw his brother jump from the building and spread his arms as the reason for his jumping became apparent. He was wearing a wingsuit that I knew my family tending to be fond of using. Just as he was about to smack into the side of the buildings window I heard a silinced ping sound as gillien shot the window causing it to shatter. Varius glidded in unhindered. Gillien packed up his rifle and started heading to the building outside power supple which I knew to be guarded. Racing him easily beating him the night sky I dropped dirrectly into the frey of the generators guards. Unsuspecting they took a second to gain their wits allowing me to smash 4 of them into the wall with my tail before several bullets hit my side. They hurt but it was like trying to kill a elephant with a thumbtack. Grabbing one of the guards in my mouth i quickly killed him and threw him at the rest of the guards jumping on them quickly finishing them. It was going to take forever to remove these bullets I grumbled to myself before taking my spike on my right foot and jamming it into the electronical pannel causing electricity to rip around my body and strait over it as I destroyed the powersource. I heard gillien arrive and jmped intot he air before he could spot me. "What the hell happened here? someones allready killed the guards and dissabled the power?" He shook his head in confusion before heading back to the high ground to await his brothers call when suddenly more units arrived to check on the now dead guard. Gillien cursed under his breath before taking out his pistol and hidding behind a set of crated in the large open roofed warehouse. As I watched them approach closer I knew I had to help him. Diving into a steep dive I oppened my mouth letting lose my homing spikes impalling several men to the wall. They blindly fired into the air as Gillien turned from the corner to the unsuspecting guards and fired into them killing the rest. "Ok now im seriously freaked out who is out there?"
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Gillien slowely regained conciousness feeling very confused over his surroundings For all he coudl tell he was in a rather large clearing in the middle of the forest. Sitting up he looked around some more before noticing a dark purple wall of what looked to be scales lying nearby when he suddenly saw it slowely rise up from its resting place turning out to be much larger then it had looked to be. I felt a shiver of fear as the creature or whatever it was start to walk to me on all fours and I started to back until my back hit something solid stopping me from escaping. Looking up another one of the strange creatures was behind me giving me a rather bored look before resorting to just completely ignoring me lying his head back down. Before I could panic some more I heard a noise that I did not expect one bit come from the smaller of the two creatures. "Finally awake now about time was starting to worry I gave you a heart attack." The creature gave what could only be described as a chuckle. "What are you and what do you want?" I said finaly overcoming the shock of the rather intimidating figures enough to talk. "Well thats the hard part to explain. First off im a dragon and the second question is harder." The dragon twisted its paw just correctly till it showed a symbol I had become rather familier with. All my family had it somewhere on their body as a birthmark. "As you see im family. My names Rovertsen and that grump behind you is Azronical. Orrigionaly your family line started with me a long time ago and its branched out since then." Even though everything the dragon, Rovertson said was unbelievable every word seemed to ring true in my head allmost as if I had been expecting it and after hearing it I found myself to start to believe it. "Are you saying that you had a human child how is that even possible and arnt dragons just a myth?" I said "Ohh their very real. I was orrigionaly human but after some weird things I came to loook like i do now. Ill tell you my story later but you need to sleep I can tell your still not fine after that crash." And i did feel tired but I heard a sound of a tent opening and some guy headed out of it and sat nearby looking at me. "How do I know I can trust you I mean your a dragon for petes sakes!" I said. "You remmeber the time when you and your brother where trapped in that bunker and something killed all the mercanaries who where after you or the time when you tried to cut the power to that 1 building but it was all ready done and all the guards where dead? All those times like that where me saving you or some other family member. Now get some sleep your falling over." I did feel real drowsy and tired the emotions not having hit me yet from the suddenness of the encounter and fell asleep before I could think more on it.
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I looked at the now sleeping person in front of me before sighing. The poor thing was probably so confused he had sounded emotionless the whole time we talked obviously still in shock. I would have to talk to him about it later more it seems when he wakes up again. "Wait. What did you say about killing a whole bunch of mercenaries?" Peter asked as he came over from where he and Arc had set up camp. "I killed them to protect my family if I hadn't they would have slaughtered mine." "So that's what was happening!" Peter exclaimed, "We knew it was an Ebonystriker killing all those people, but we thought it was one of the rogues from the western tribes that were destroyed by human expansion! You should know that what you did caused a massive investigation into all known Ebonystrikers. Protectorate agents have been hunting you for some time, especially if all those older records are also of you saving family members! I'm sorry to say, but I going to be forced to report you. Whether the Protectorate sends search parties or hunt parties, depends, however." "Fine but you think I've lived to this age from being stupid? I only let you find me if i want to disappear i can instantly and nobody would hear from me for years. And if you really do have a single ounce of Jorgen's blood in you then answer this question. What would you do if somebody was trying to Kill all your family just to study their organs and have murdered many people you care about what about if those mercenaries had murdered Arc in cold blood or shot your family? Actually answer this what would Jorgen do? Diplomacy was tried and failed they haunted my family like a pack of hounds just for a simple small wad of green paper killing just to make their lives more pleasant? I don't think Jorgen would have had much of a different reaction the only way was to kill them or be killed the people where even immune to the law by diplomatic immunity in that area. I'm not unjustified in any of the people I killed I saved my family against senseless murder that is self defense last I checked? And I knew full well your organization was chasing me there where so many complaints had to calm Ebonystrikers down left and right because of them. But would you sit there and watch perfectly innocent people get slaughtered for their body parts?" "Your point is valid, and you are entitled to protect your family. But you didn't need to kill the pawns of the organization. All you have needed to do was knock them out, or just scare them away! And we know full well what those organizations were trying to do, we had spies in most of them, and we were responsible for shutting down most of them as well. And even though I understand your reasons, and my father probably would too, we have a council that handles affairs like these, and they may not see it that way." Peter replied. "Try not killing somebody when you are of this size and knocking them out w/o permanent damage and then add getting shot at with fully automatic assault rifles. Plus even your organization would not find me" "Also, I doubt even the great Rovertsona and Azronicle could hide from the Protectorate forever now that they know who to look for. After all, the Protectorate isn't just a human organization. We have a number of dragon's among our ranks as well, and a rather large number of those are Ebonystrikers, fleeing from the destruction of their homes by human expansion like many of our other dragon members. And you know just how good Ebonystrikers are at finding things." Peter added. "Yes but why do you think you've never known we are alive till now we haven't contacted anyone in forever but Azronicals family. Plus like I said it was nearly impossible not to kill them when you are in very real danger of getting killed yourself it was a life or death situation what would have happened if i got a bullet in my neck or somewhere else that is vulnerable? So yes I did not have much of a choice in killing them. I don't want trouble with your organization anymore then I wanted to have to deal with Askin. Plus Azronical was not a part of it I had to force him to come along just to look for Gillien over there." Rovertson continued into a more hushed tone then before a slight undertone of despair added in "Anyhow... i cant hide the reason I'm being so argumentative at the moment anymore it seems I've inherited dragons pride for not telling anyone of any weakness. the reason I was searching for Gillien is because I'm dying. Somethings wrong with my body and I think it has to do with the deamons who are getting more active every day its almost as if somethings waking them up again... My body is shutting down do to something they did to me and there's nothing I can do to stop it so I'm passing on everything I know to Gillien. I might live for a few months maybe less at this rate so please just leave me alone. I'm less strong then I use to be and my skin is even decaying due to this strange disease that my poison does nothing to stop."
At this I showed Peter the side of me I had been hiding and showed him the blackened scaleless flesh that seemed to be spreading every day to cover more and more of my body. Azronical gave a mournfull whimper at the sight of it again that was so strange for a dragon to vocalize. He sounded like a kicked puppy. "I need to find a cure and I was hoping you would know something and if you don't maybe the Protectorate knows. I'm pretty sure they would have to be corrupt jerks to do anything I was justified but I don't know if I could make the trip anyhow. But its worth a try but I'll need your help and Kyle's in training Gillien in the more physical parts its been so long since I've been human." "Hmm, I'm sure nothing would be decided immediately, since you were a friend of Jorgen in the old days. And since they would have no verdict, you would be treated with proper respect. I personally don't know much about dragon medicine, but if I put in a call, there could be a Protectorate medical team here within the next two weeks. As for putting up with Askin, I doubt she can make a comeback anytime soon. She tried coming back a couple hundred years ago, but her chosen subject died before she got control, which surprised our members back then because most of our members thought she was gone for good. We never would have known if it weren't for Shockstorm, since a small part of her personality merged with his mind, he sensed her return and we were able to prepare, though it ended up for naught. And so you know, the Protectorate is aware of the recent rise in demon activity and is taking certain... measures in case they ever attack. And I will gladly help train ,Gillien was his name? Besides, I could use a little practice with Smaragd, that's what one of Jorgen's grandchildren named the saber." Peter said. "Yes its Gillien and Good but Askin will not quit and its about time for her to have enough energy to try again and if that's so I'm probably the only way we will kill her but my hope is maybe my family share my immunities because if not i think the correct term is were screwed because in my state i could only slow her down and maybe wound her but besides that id be just a roadblock. And scarily enough Im pretty sure shes all ready back its a feeling in my gut and Azronical is sure of it he also like you probably known went through the same as shock just at a younger age. It would be foolish to believe otherwise and if shes back i need to seriously get back to health or hope that Gillien shares my immunities or we are in serious trouble. And I'm pretty sure shes the reason for the rise of deamon activity and my unfortunate illness here." Azronical lifted his head before replying "I'm sure of it I KNOW shes back its hard to explain" "Wait, she's back!? As in she is currently active? Well, then I guess my report is going to be sent sooner than expected. The Protectorate can handle most of the demons, we have dossiers on most of them thanks to the two that we 'convinced' to join us. But Askin is a whole different story. The medical team should be here in a week at most, I doubt there will be much waiting for formality when the news of Askin gets out. Hopefully in a few days the forces of Dracobyen and Ekoros should be ready for war, we're close enough that they'll probably send me to alert Asralie. In the meantime, though, I will help train Gillien. If what you say is true, which I bet it is, then then we will need him." Peter said with a hint of worry in his voice. "Yea well I wont be much of use this time im rotting from the inside out luckly its slower then it should be.". "Yeah, well, at least this time there is a global army instead of a small group of humans and dragons, and with modern communications we can rally all those forces. Anyway, I have some particularly happy and hopeful reports to make, and I wouldn't want the folks back home to miss out." Peter said before turning and walking over to his tent and getting on his laptop.
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Post by Shockstorm on Jul 7, 2013 15:41:02 GMT -5
Back at his little campsite, Peter pulled out his specially made laptop. The thing was nearly indestructible since it was covered with dragon scales with another layer of a special alloy of titanium and aluminum. He moved the cursor and clicked on an icon labeled E-Net. Even though they were in the middle of the woods, Peter knew he would connect with no problems. That was because the E-Net was separate from the internet, or rather, another version of the internet. The E-Net was even developed twenty years before the internet, and was only accessible to members of the Protectorate, partly because it was created using Ebonystriker technology mixed with human tech and several pieces made from dragon parts. This all allowed the E-Net to have a connection anywhere from the core of the earth to the moon, though as far as Peter knew, neither extreme has ever actually been tested. He opened the Protectorate's video chat program and dialed in a number from memory, his call was answered almost immediately. "Peter? Your next report isn't due for a couple more days, what's going on?" the man that answered asked. "Sorry dad, but a lot has happened and some of it is particularly bad. I couldn't wait to get this information to the Protectorate." Peter said. Peter had called this man his dad, Thomas Fasten, was the Chief Protector, basically the leader, and this news was rather urgent. "All right then, go ahead." Thomas sighed. "Well first of, I've found Rovertson and Azronicle. They are camped in a small forest in England, I'll send you the coordinates later. However, Rovertson is remarkably ill and requires medical aid, preferably soon. Also, I have just recently met Kyle, Darkender, and Rouge. So at least now we know that time machine worked. Thankfully they are all in good health, and I passed on Jorgen's invitation as well." Peter reported. "Well, that is truly remarkable. I'll have a med. team there in about a week. The nearest medical personnel are in Switzerland. And it is also good to hear that they are alive and back. But this is not all, is it?" Thomas asked. "Thank you, and no it is not even close. I also learned that Rovertson was responsible for all those massacres that happened around his descendants. Before you say anything, though, you need to hear what informed me about. As we already know, the demons have been increasingly active lately and seem to be preparing for something. Well, according to Rovertson, that is because Askin is back." There was a long moment of silence before Thomas finally replied, "Are you sure?" "Yes, and her return could explain why this generation of Shockstorm's descendants have stronger powers than the previous one did in the way of what they got from Askin. I suspect that the Askin powers are stronger when Askin herself is." Peter said. "Then I will alert the rest of the Protectorate, and I will send a messenger to Ekoros. I'd like you and Arc to go inform Asralie, and investigate some reports of local unrest." Thomas said quickly. "Yes, of course dad. Hopefully I'll see you soon." Peter said. "Hopefully, but probably not likely. Report in once you have alerted Asralie." Thomas said before hanging up. Peter shut down his computer and stowed it away before curling up by the already asleep Arc. "Things sure will get interesting now." he mumbled as he began to doze.
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Post by Shockstorm on Jul 14, 2013 15:02:26 GMT -5
Peter woke up with a start. This time he had actually fallen asleep, but Arc woke him up and pointed with his head to where Rovertson was. When Peter looked, he saw that Rovertson was pulling some sort of sack out from a bush and that Gillien was up and standing nearby. "Thanks buddy. I'll go check it out, but you should probably still keep a distance from Gillien, at least until he gets more used to being surrounded by dragons." Peter said before casually walking over to where Rovertson was pulling things out of the bag. As he got closer, Peter saw that the objects seemed to be a red sword with what looked very similar to an aurora gem in the hilt and a diamond tipped staff. When he saw the staff spiral out into a shield, though, Peter was more surprised by the fine quality and the quantity of diamonds in the thing than the fact that it was a collapsible shield. Heck, the Protectorate had a few collapsible shields too, the first created as far as the Protectorate knew was back in 1488 and was made with design input from an honorary Protectorate member, Leonardo da Vinci. But the da Vinci styled shields were made of metal and were unadorned, with a leather backing where this one seemed to have what looked like dragon scales lining it. "Some shield. I don't even think royalty are quite worthy of it. And that sword is just plain awesome." Peter said. For some reason he felt like he recognized the metal that the sword's blade was made from, but for the life of him he just couldn't figure out what it was. "Hey Rov, what metal is that blade made from? It seems familiar. Just curious, but, that wouldn't happen to be an aurora gem in the hilt? The Protectorate has done a few major studies into the gems properties throughout history, partly because Jorgen didn't write about it a lot for some reason." Peter asked. "Well we couldnt give him cheap weapons of low quality if Askin shows up could we? and the reason for you not seeing much on them is Because I asked him not to and he respected my wishes. I did not want him to write out all of Asralies secrets and gladly he took most of them to the grave well it was actually Azronical who asked that but same result. As for the gem it is an Aurora gem I have may nearby I wil use to fuel me and Azronical when Askin shows up with several interesting abilities of other ebonystrikers. Glad you like the make of the weapons Azronical has a nack for modifing weaponry and making it. As I hope you know that sword you keep was made by him too and given to Jorgen his first time in Asralie. The Aurora gem in that one contains my powers and I've fueled it over many hundreds of years it probably has the most energy in it of any Aurora gem. The sword can heal and sheath itself in the light similar to my grapnel spikes which is especially effective against Askin. I modified the gem to also power itself from the light nearby that's why its sucking the light out of the air and it will only work for my flesh and blood. As for the metal I'm surprised you don't recognize it Jorgen never was told to keep that a secret its melted down from part of Azronicals old armour after he outgrew it. Rovertson answered.
"That's what that metal is! I knew I recognized it, but I just couldn't figure it out! But honestly, that is definitely going to be a useful sword in the coming battle, and yes, of course I knew Az modified Smaragd to it's current form. While you're confidence in Jorgen is gratifying, you probably should have specified what you meant when you, or Az, requested he keep those secrets secret and take them to his grave." Peter said. "What do you mean to his grave? asked Rovertson. "Well..., when a science team was finally authorized to excavate the tomb, they found Jorgen's grave surrounded by his more personal journals and texts. But what was really a shock was that under his grave, there was a tunnel that led deep undergound. Those stairs led to a truly massive library, as in fly-a-jumbo-jet-with-ease massive. And the shelves were quite well stocked with books that certainly detailed some rather, interesting secrets of not just Asralie, but Ekoros and even the Eastern Ebonystriker Tribes, there were even documents with some interesting facts about specific people! What was strange was only half the shelves were filled, the others stood empty. It took a century before Shockstorm revealed that those other documents were relocated and hidden throughout the world by one of Jorgen's last commands before he died of old age. That is kind of part of why the Protectorate has had so many search parties out over the last few centuries, and it is also part of my mission." Peter told Rovertson. "Ugh hate Ekoros and the eastern tribes to much bad memories. Azronical will probably wish to travel back into time to wring Jorgen's neck when he hears this but don't worry I won't tell him if you don't I don't want to hear him bitching and moaning about it for the last few weeks of my life. I've been meaning to ask you did Shockstorm live this long? Also before this thrice cursed well uh.... curse kills me can we head to the area where your Protectorate is at its probably safer then anywhere else for Gillien to be from Askin" Rovertson replied. "That would probably be best. Shock told enough stories to pass along how annoying Az gets when he's upset." Peter said with a smile. "And also, I think you should be brought up to date a bit on Asralie's counterparts. Ekoros, which somehow is still in power in the west, has actually become much less biased than it used to be. Conditions for life Ebonystrikers has improved astronomically, though they are still considered inferior. Part of this though is because of their involvement when Ekoros declaired war on the eastern tribes. Which brings me to my next point, during that war, which lasted from 1632 to 1854, the eastern tribes were totally annihilated." he added. "I already knew about that I said I hate them didn't say I had no clue what goes on. And even though they've changed some of the Ekoros population wronged me enough I can't just drop my anger." replied Rovertson.
"Yeah, it wasn't pretty. But also, about Shock. You're just a little late. He died recently, just four days ago, from old age. I imagine he would have been excited to find that most of his old friends are back." Peter said, still a bit sad that neither him nor Arc had been present when old Shock died. "That's .. sad but hardly surprising I was just hoping to get to see him just one more time its been quite awhile. To bad all dragons don't live as long as ebonystrikers but Shock lived a lot longer then normal it seems." replied Rovertson. "Yeah, we think it helped living in a good environment with plenty of life Ebonystrikers around, towards the end of his life he was pretty much immune to just about everything. Though when we get there, I think Az might be able to find an old friend, one who has lived far longer than any other in his race." Peter said, "And I do agree, Dracobyen is probably the safest place on the planet from Askin. Even now the Protectorate is calling in it's armies, and our allies are also rallying to fight against Askin and the demons. The thing is, we have yet to get word to Asralie, that's my job. But the flight over there would cause us all to lose valuable time, so I wonder if maybe you or Az could deliver the alarm via the Archives. And to be honest, you could get much better medical attention at Dracobyen than if you waited for the medical team that's flying in from Switzerland. So yeah, you and Az will be quite welcome at Dracobyen. And you're in luck, it's not very far either." Peter said. "Good we should get moving but if you want it bluntly this is not something that can be healed with medicine or anything else or I would have ridded of it a long time ago." replied Rovertson. "True, even I doubt we could fully heal something that is incurable by life Ebonystrikers, but at the very least I'm certain we could slow it down. The Protectorate is far more advanced in medicines than the rest of the world, and as we found with Shock, blood transfusion works wonders for dragons of all kinds. Anyway, you're right we should leave as soon as possible. But first I'll call ahead and tell my dad we're coming." Peter said before turning and walking back over to his and Arc's camp to call up his dad again.
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Post by Shockstorm on Aug 12, 2013 21:17:04 GMT -5
After some time flying, Peter became aware that they were nearing Dracobyen. He couldn't really see it, the entire island had more protection than Asralie and Ekoros combined, but as he was able to understand there was a powerful beacon made from special stones that reacted with the gems that are inlaid in the Protectorate seal that would hum slightly as the seal and the beacon grew closer. As they were flying, though, Peter noticed that the little bit of light they had been getting from the moon was cut off, and the air around them became thicker and smoke-like. "Ebonystriker technology of course expected as much." Said Rovertson "Even more powerfull then Asralies field it seems but Asralie probably has a smaller protection field because of our limited resources. A little overkill if you ask me." Said Azronical carefull to not sound jealeous. "I'm......finding it........hard.......to.......BREATH!" Kyle said. "Trust me, you have no idea how many close calls we've had of getting detected, especially with modern technology! So naturally we use all the defensive measures we can get our hands on, but this smoke is, odd." Peter said before a loud roar filled the air. Shortly thereafter he heard a thud and looked back to see if the others were okay, but he couldn't quite make out where Azronicle was. He was about to call out when he heard a particularly familiar voice. "AZRONICLE!!! It's been FOREVER, where have you been? Have you had any trouble over the last few hundred years? Why did you never bother to contact me?" demanded a familiar dragon as it and Azronicle came back into view, after Azronicle had been knocked down a bit. The newcomer was a Smothering Smokebreath, and probably the largest out of it's entire species' history, at just under the same size as Arc, and likely the oldest living as well.
After several seconds of recovering his wits Azronicle finally replied "Haze your still alive I did try and contact you but I could never find you! You have grown so much almost as big as I was when we first met. You definitely gained some weight almost knocked me in the ocean. Lets land so i can catch my breath and we can catch up you winded me a bit but I'm so glad your still okay I did miss you." replied Azronicle sounding a lot happier then he had in a long time. Peter turned back around to face where he knew Dracobyen was, and wasn't surprised to see that the path to the island was now lined with Protectorate dragons, many of which had riders, and that right in the middle hovered a middle aged man riding a Bonenapper. "I'm sorry about the royal welcome. The Council insisted that your return receive all the royal rights owed to friends of Jorgen, and their descendants." the man called. "I'm sure they don't mind too bad dad, though I am surprised by just how many of the Council members I can see out here." Peter called back. "I appreciate it but wish it was under better circumstances. So who are you?" Said Rovertson carefully in english so if there where any who had not learnt dragonese around yet they would understand. Not used to being around so many at one time made him a little nervous at all the attention Meanwhile Gillien seemed to be in shock and quite a bit fazed by all the dragons. "I'm perfectly fine with all this and I've desired what my answer to the request to join the Protectorates I'd be happy to join" Kyle said now able to breath probably. "Oh, sorry, where are my manners. My name is Thomas Fasten, Chief of the Protectorate and father of Peter. My friend here is called Screech, though he won't say anything. He had an accident when he was a hatchling that nearly killed him, but his vocal cords never recovered." Thomas said in perfect dragonese, patting Screech the Bonenapper on the head. "And I will be honored to conduct the ceremony myself, Lord Kyle. Though we will have to modify it a bit, normally part of the ceremony is when the new member chooses his dragon companion, often one that they grew up with, but you already have a companion. But enough of that for now, let's land and get all of you situated." Thomas finished before turning and guiding the group over to Dracobyen, still barely visible through the Ebonystriker defenses.
"That sounds a lot like what happened to Darkender and I can't wait Mr Thomas Fasten." Kyle said excitedly. After Kyle got done talking Rovertson asked Thomas "I think I should talk to you alone soon about Askin. I know a lot more about her then anything else alive and can tell you what she Really is. And the talk alone part is not a request its mandatory if I'm going to tell what I have to tell. I'm sorry if its inconvenient but the only reason I've lived as long as I have and nearly hunted the deamon population to extinction over ten times is because of my suspicions and I'm not so keen on losing the thing that has kept me alive all this time. On a different note you ever noticed how the deamon population fluctuates up and down over the years? Every time deamon activity has significantly lowered is mostly because I became more active in hunting them and I've become so close to ridding of them all but they always have recovered. I was hoping the Protectorate might know how they recover so quickly so after Askin is dealt with the deamons can be dealt with properly." After saying this Rovertson looked over to his wounded side and winced in pain. "I need you to see what you can have done about this demonic disease I doubt you can cure it but maybe you can slow it down so I can find a cure myself. Its not contagious luckily or we would be in a much more dire situation and its spreading slower then it should be probably due to my unrivaled healing abilities. Even so I would have died months ago if not for the massive amount of energy I have stored away. Something anciently powerful did this and I've never heard of anything like it and I've heard of them all I fear another arch deamon has awoken thanks to Askin's meddling. One as powerful or more powerful then Rezeroth. More likely the latter even Rezeroth could not hurt ebonystrikers with his plague and I should be the hardest to infect of them all."
Thomas did not reply to Rovertson, but instead flew on in silence toward Dracobyen. As they began passing through the many layers of defenses, the surface portion of Dracobyen slowly became more visible. Once they were through the defenses and past the walls, they landed on a large tower Peter knew was specifically designed for numerous dragons to land on. "Alright, well welcome to the capitol of the Draco Protectorate, the city of Dracobyen. Although you may recognize the name of the island more easily, welcome to Dovangard, once home of the Sea-Pillar tribe and now the Protectorate. Anyway, Rovertson, you'll come with me. We have much to discuss about Askin, and we'll see if we can at least slow that disease. I imagine Haze will show Azronicle around our home, so Peter, I want you to show Kyle, Darkender and Rouge around. And Gillien, if that's alright with you Rovertson." Thomas said in a more commanding voice than before, Peter recognized it as his chief voice. "Yes father. I expect you'll want us all to meet you in the Great Hall in a few hours?" Peter asked. Hos dad nodded in reply. "That's perfectly fine with me. Just be carefull he has a nack for getting in trouble." Said Rovertson. Gillien gave him a glare before mumbling "just like my brother annoying as can be". "It feel nice to be back here" Kyle said as he followed Peter with Rouge on his head as for Darkender he stayed outside upset by the fact that Kyle got to see Rovertson and Azronicle again, Rouge got to see Haze again and he couldn't get to see Tempest again. _________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
Once Peter had led the others away, and Haze had gone off with Azronicle, Thomas turned to Rovertson. "Well, we should find a place where we won't be interrupted, but also where you can fit. Follow me, Lord Rovertson, we'll continue our discussion on Askin in the Grand Archives." Thomas said as he mounted Screech and took off. "Everyone trying to call me lord Rovertson is going to take some time to get used to in my mind your a much higher authority then me and it should be the other way around but not my customs I guess. Anyhow I wouldn't mind getting to see this place anyhow. Although I bet Azronicals going to get a kick out of it the first time someone calls him that it'll take weeks for me to quiet him down. I can't say I'm not flattered tho that I'm thought that highly of." "Sorry if it seems odd to you, but all those who were friends of Jorgen are given the title of lord, and their descendant are titled master. But those who are descendant of Jorgen have higher titles, I am the Chief Protector and my son is the Prince Protector. And Councillors are, well Councillors. Any way, the fastest way is through the mountain, we'll have to take one of the lower entrances though, they're made for larger dragons." Thomas said as they flew toward the single mountain that rose up from the island. "I'm unfamiliar with human terms like some of those and I don't know the order of them makes me feel well kinda stupid since I used to be human but two years before I became this way I did not even know how to speak any language at all so its not very surprising. And the architecture in this place I always liked how Jorgen designed things." "That makes sense. And Jorgen wanted all the cultures of the world he had seen to be represented here, so he made an architectural style that was a hybrid of them all." Thomas said as they flew through one of the larger tunnels in the mountain. The tunnel shortly emptied out into a massive chamber that went up to the mountain's peak and extended far below the surface, the entire chasm lined with cooking hearths, benches, and so on, with a particularly nice platform held in place right in the center of the chasm by large stone bridges. "The entire mountain is hollow, and the chasm stretches down deeper than any modern mine. Welcome to the Great Hall. Over time we've expanded the Hall because when Jorgen rebuilt Dovangard, he wanted the Great Hall to fit all of his tribe as well as the inhabitants of Berk. Later, once the Sea-Pillar tribe became the Draco Protectorate and spread to be a world wide organization, Jorgen wanted all it's members to be able to fit in this hall, human and dragon alike. We have kept up with that desire of his to this day and more, the Great Hall currently is large enough to hold the entire Protectorate, the full population of Asralie, and most of Ekoros's population. The Great Hall is also the central hub for Dracobyen, from here there are tunnels leading anywhere and everywhere within the city." Thomas said as he and Screech began flying down into the chasm. "Asralie has a similer system everywhere is connected underground and recently because of how crowded everywhere with humans near Azralie we have had to make tunnels leading miles below the ground to have ways of leaving Asralie undetected. and the largest mineshaft of Asralie reaches the core of the earth even though only the most fit for the heat ebonystrikers go that far down. So is this where we do our talking?"
"We are aware of that, where do you think the inspiration came from. But no, we will not talk here, this is a very public place and I don't think we want too many interruptions. We're going to go to a special part of the Grand Archive. Follow me." Thomas said as Screech dove down toward what from there distance was just a speck of green light. At the green light, which spilled from crystals lining an ornately decorated tunnel, Screech pulled up and landed in the tunnel before walking toward a pair of massive doors which appeared to be gold encrusted with various gems forming the Sea-Pillar, now Protectorate, seal. "Amazing it must of taken forever to make them doors. And the gems down the walkway lighting the way what are they I don't remember ever seeing them." "The doors did indeed take quite some time. One of Jorgen's grandchildren commisioned them, but they weren't finished for for several decades. And I'm not surprised you don't recognize the crystals. We call them Illuma gems, they aren't found in Europe naturally, Jorgen had brought a few samples back from New Zealand, and found that these crystals can be grown with relative ease. They can glow in various colors and we use them to both illuminate the city, they're much safer than torched or electrical lights, and for color coordinating certain areas. But even after centuries of study, we have not learned how they glow, or what determines the coloration." Thomas said as he opened the doors to reveal a chamber that strongly resembled the Asralie Archives, only significantly larger. "Welcome to the Grand Archive, home to both the memories of Protectorate Ebonystrikers and the E-Net. We can talk in my private study, come along." Thomas said, leading the way to the back of the Grand Archives and past several water fountains and statues, which were also adorned with the Illuma gems. "Quite impressive I'd say Azronical might have a heart attack if you show him this place." "Thomas just nodded as he pushed his hand against a glowing button on the wall, which was followed by a grinding sound as a section of wall swung open to reveal a library, much smaller than the Archive but still rather large. "This is my private study and library, the only reason for us to be interrupted is if there is an emergency." he said as he shut the door after Rovertson had entered. "Now, I believe we have an annoying female presence to discuss." Thomas said as he sat in an ornately carved chair behind the central desk. "Well where to start first of all probably be what she is. Most assume she is a deamon and well she couldn't be further from that to be honest. She didn't start out evil she actually is a norse god before she betrayed the others by trying to kill Thor but failing. As punishment she was stripped of her body and banished but gods cant kill each other its an ancient truth so she survived and the hatred only grew in her for everything and she learned how to posses bodies and use them as conduits for her energy. But she was rather inexperienced in it and could barely effect what happened around her. It was then when she posessed Gathril Azronicles father that she made a mistake. Unbeknownst to her ebonystrikers where rather smart in the area of the mind so when she was discovered they devised a way to trap her and remove her from Gathril and it worked till Azronical as a youngling got to curious and accidentally released her from her prison and she entered him until Rezeroth one day attacked Azronical and she fled into him. Sadly the way the ebonystrikers trapped her would be ineffective anymore with how powerful she has gotten and if she gets a hold of her body again even I cant defeat her as I've done before. You already know her basic abilities and stuff but shes gotten a whole new worse since Rezeroth. Shes so much more powerful and will no doubt find someway over here its only a matter of time when she arrives I can hold her off once maybe twice but as I weaken shell have an advantage. but every time I manage to destroy her body we have maybe a week or two of safety before shes ready to face us again. I suspect we got a few monthes before she finds me so we have time to prepare but that's also more time for me to weaken. As for killing her it won't be easy. We would need to find her body which disappeared some were after I defeated her and completely destroy it which would take so much energy its mind-blowing but I think the sword I made for Gillien the aurora gem might just hold enough energy to do so but finding Askin's body before she finds it herself will be hard. Any questions before I continue?"
Thomas sat quietly a moment before replying. "Well, that is a bit troubling. Thankfully if she, when she finds us, the Protectorate has also grown greatly in strength over our existence. We combine ancient knowledge with Ebonystriker and modern technology, but don't get me wrong, I have no illusions that we could win in the long run, but we may at least frustrate her. And we have allies, a few bands of dragons that still choose to roam the Earth as well as Ekoros and Asralie, united we are quite the force. But here is my question, what do you have in mind to deal with Askin? You have obviously put much thought on the matter." Thomas remarked. "Honestly the main goal is finding her body before she does and I feel that the only way we could stop her from searching is to use her attention span against her. You'd swear she only has the attention span of a three year old she is so easily distracted. We would need to probably use me and azronical as bait making her focus on trying to kill us whilst the rest of you look in the list of potential sites I'll get set up. Of anything in the whole world she probably wants us dead and would do just about anything to kill us. But we have some time before she becomes a problem she still probably is weak from being stuck in the state she was in for so long. Plus I have these." Moving a bit he managed to pull off the pack that gillien had strapped to him and dragged out the belt of 15 aurora gems. "These aurora gems have allot of stored power and abilities with them all I can use many abilities from all three ebonystriker types although with less effectiveness then my original abilities the power stored in these gems is the only reason I'm still alive and fighting the disease Azronical has a similar one with less gems." Rovertson winced in pain as he accidentally shifted to his side a bit and continued "the rest we can talk about in the open later but first I need to have this checked out." "Of course, Screech and I will escort you back to the Great Hall, I called a medical team earlier and they should be waiting for us." Thomas said as he and his Bonenapper led the way back through the Grand Archive and down the tunnel before flying back up the chasm to the central platform which held the seats for higher leveled persons. Once there, Thomas, Screech, and Rovertson were met by a medical team comprised of life Ebonystrikers, humans, and other, more exotic dragons that Thomas knew had a combination of healing and poisonous capabilities. But what Thomas hoped didn't bother too much was the largest member of the medical crew, a large creature whose body was as much made of stone, crystal, and bone as it was flesh, that vaguely resembled a winged serpent. The crystals forming an extravagant array of colors along the creature's body.
"I recognize all the dragon types but what is that. If I did not know any better I'd say that is a deamon" Said Rovertson more then a lil creeped out and anxious but he'd seen much more disturbing deamons in his past. And partially wondering if asking for medical help was such a good idea after all especially considering the family ties. Jorgen tended to make everything painful so maybe that trait had followed down the line.... to late now. "Well, it is a demon, technically. He and a few... relatives of his came to us after one of our larger movements against the demons, asking for forgiveness and swearing to aid our cause for as long they live. Since then they have proven immensely loyal and useful to the Protectorate. This one specifically is a demon of the unknown, of darkness and death and other things. I figured if any member of the Protectorate could help with this disease, he would be particularly qualified. I hope this won't be a problem." Thomas said to Rovertson. "I am capable of speaking for myself." the demon said to Thomas before turning to Rovertson, "My name is Urkendel, and the Chief Protector's description of me is true. Neither me nor my brothers bear you any ill-will, killer of Rezeroth, and since you liberated us, we have slowly learned to speak for ourselves. But in truth our loyalty to this Protectorate is not out of our good graces, not entirely, but out of self preservation. We joined them when they began killing our kind in great numbers, and now we cannot return to the demon hoards, as they would kill us on sight for betraying them. Think of us what you will, demon slayer, but you may be our best hope of stopping the Askin spirit, the corrupted goddess will surely kill us all." Urkendel said in a rasping, metallic, almost etheral voice. "And of course I know what she truly is, it is my nature to know of these secrets one way or another. I did not pass along the information because it was not needed for me to survive." the demon added before either Thomas or Rovertson could question him. Rovertson gave a glare that if possible probably woulda fried the deamon on sight but managed to forcibly tear his eyes off the deamon and grind his claws into the ground in anger and frustration. After several tense minutes that seemed like hours his muscles untensed the slightest bit but everyone could tell that Rovertson was still dangerous. After a bit he started talking but refused to look at the deamon.
"He can look but if he even gets within striking distance of me I will show how quickly I really can kill that's my terms take it or leave it." Rovertson was absolutely repulsed by the idea of allying with deamons but no matter how repulsed he was he couldn't help but see the advantages it would give. But he would not let that thing close friend or foe. Urkendel just nodded his skull-like head, "Very well, killer of my kind. I will observe the disease from a distance and allow my companions to do all the work. I do not desire a fight, it would be counterproductive to my goals." After that the medical crew worked in silence, with the demon keeping a safe distance from Rovertson. Thomas had gone over the the bench on the platform and had begun checking reports from outposts across the world, and Screech curled around behind him. "I believe there is no cure that we can make, not without whatever created this in the first place." Urkendel said after about an hour of the medical team working on the diseased area. "But I do have two solutions to slow it, to buy time a the humans put it. One is far less painful than the other, and less time consuming, but you may not like what would be required." Urkendel said. Rovertson just layed down silently knowing speaking to the deamon mightjust set his sanity over the edge. "Well, either we cut open the diseased area and remove a large portion of the flesh, which would be a foolish choice that could just as easily kill you, hunter of demons. Or you could allow me to... learn the disease. I would not be able to use it against others, but I would learn some of it's nature, and in so doing I would essencially remove it from you and add it to me, though I am not strong enough to move it all. However this process requires physical contact and cannot be forced upon an unwilling subject." Urkendel suggested, his voice devoid of any emotion. Rovertson turned downright evil looking at the mere suggestion of letting a deamon touch him willingly without removing the offending limb in retaliation. Another several minutes of silence happened as Rovertson came to terms with the fact the only way he could survive for long enough to help finish Askin was to allow a deamon to do something to him he didn't even know what it was but he had no choice. Desperation was a strong motivating factor for just about anything. "You... try anything stupid there won't be a second to see how you die. Just get it done." Each word was painful but every sillible came out sounding vicious enough to send most deamons backing away. He growled lowly as the deamon approached and his claws quite literally dug strait through the solid rock below but he managed to keep himself from jumping on the deamon so far. if that would last when the deamon touched him remained to be seen.
"I endeavor to survive, so I have no reason to anger one who could very likely kill me with ease. This should take only a moment, but know that there may be a... draining sensation followed by a sense of cold. That is normal for a living subject." Urkendel said before approaching the Ebonystriker. Despite his general inability to feel emotion, Urkendel did fear this dragon, he knew full capable what this dragon could do to him, and such knowledge was not a secret either. Carefully, as to not anger the life Ebonstriker, Urkendel touched his head against the diseased spot and breathed a fine red mist onto it. The mist gathered along the disease, turning various shades of blue and purple as it was absorbed into the mist, and when he gauged that he had gathered all he could handle, Urkendel inhaled deeply and breathed in the diseased mist. A shudder passed through his body as the knowledge from the disease was absorbed into his mind, and Urkendel was glad that the Ebonystriker had not killed him. At least not yet. "That is all I can take, any more and I would risk myself and others." he said, noting that the dragon should be pleased by how much smaller the diseased spot was, and how much healthier it looked. But to not test his good fortune, Urkendel quickly retreated back out of clawing range. Rovertson was so repulsed and angry he got up much to just about everyone's worry In the room and started walking out of the area not caring where he went as long as he was far away from that deamon. At this Thomas looked up from his tablet. "Rovertson, how about we head back down to the Archives. I'm sure you could look through some of our history there." he said as he quickly hopped on Screech and flew over to meet the clearing mad Ebonystriker. "Urkendel, thank you for your help, but I think it would be best if you left us." Thomas said quickly to the demon. "Very well, my presence is no longer required." Urkendel said before flying up and out of the Great Hall, followed by the rest of the medical team. "So, to the Archives?" Thomas urged once more. He did not need an agitated, and extremely powerful, Ebonystriker wandering the city. And he shuddered to think what would happen if Rovertson bumped into more of their resident demons. "Ok" was all Rovertson could say looking like a grenade with the pin half out. Thomas flew with Rovertson back into the Grand Archive and stayed nearby while he waited for the life Ebonystriker to cool down. He particularly remembered an incident where Rovertson killed off an entire village while in a rampage in one of Jorgen's books on the life Ebonystriker, and did not need a repeat of that here. _________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
Peter checked to make sure everyone was following him and noticed Darkender staying where he was. "Come on Darkender, you don't want to get left behind." Peter called back. "Come on bud we need to get going" Kyle said "Hey lazy scales got your butt in gear now" Rouge said not even caring how it would impact on Darkender. Gillien took one look at the black dragon and knew that look. The black dragon must be depressed about something. Confident that the others were following him, Peter led the way down the tower's stairwell, which was lined with colorful and detailed images from Jorgen's life. Among them were images of the battle with Rezeroth, a battle with a Snpatrapper on a small island, and Jorgen's battle against the Island Crusher, which made the Red Death look like a new born, but still could not compare to Rezeroth. "Look that's the time we battled Rezeroth and there's the time we battled the Snaptrapper and I don't recall this battle." Peter stopped when Kyle commented on the paintings and tapestries. "You are correct, and as for the one you don't recognize, that was before you and Jorgen met, according to his journals. That was when Jorgen, Shockstorm, Sunfire, and Haze all attacked the beast that Jorgen named the Island Crusher. It is the same creature that destroyed his home, this island." Peter said, proud that he had such an encyclopedic knowledge of his ancestor's and the Protectorate's histories. "Wow sounds terrifying and Cool" Rouge said. "I'll need to learn all these dragon types names there's so many types." remarked Gillien. "Oh, don't worry Gillien, I'm sure you'll have plenty of time to learn. And no one has them all memorized, even I don't know the names of every dragon type, though I wish I did." Peter said before continuing down the stairs.
Eventually they got to two large oak doors that Peter pushed open to reveal a large courtyard, the center of which had a mosaic of the battle with Rezeroth. Peter then led his companions of down what was basically the central street on the surface, down toward a structure that looked like a pyramid, but smaller and made from a type of stone only found deep beneath the surface. The entrance to the pyramid structure was a massive gateway with metal doors, with massive Night Fury statues on either side. "What is behind this door and why is the two Night Fury statues here, not that I'm complaining." Kyle asked. "Well, this pyramid is called the Memorial. It contains an overview of the Protectorate's and Hunters's histories, the Old Crypts, and the access tunnel to Jorgen's Library. As for the statues, Night Furies are some of the rarest dragon species alive, so that may be one reason, but no one knows for certain why Jorgen chose Night Furies specifically as the guardians of the Memorial." Peter said, leading them right up to the doors. Peter pressed a gold button on the wall, and then a silver button that was opposite from the gold one. After that the massive doors swung open without a sound, revealing a room filled with monuments and relics. They enterd the pyramid and Peter walked past a group of relics that had been recovered from Berk before it was abandoned, including Rovertson's entire house and Kyle's time-machine. "So that's what happened to that" Kyle said when he saw his time machine "These objects all look extremely old. By the way is there any guns nearby I did lose my weapon of choice in the crash from the plane." Gillien said. "Yeah, Jorgen found it a few years after you left, and realized it must be something you made. And Gillien, once we cross through the Memorial here we'll head to the Armory. I think you'll find what you're looking for there." Peter replied. Peter then led the group down the room toward a stone door carved with the images of several people Jorgen knew in his life, among them people like Hiccup, Kyle, and Stoic, as well as their dragons. He pushed open the doors and led the way down a long stairway until they came to a chamber lined with life sized statues of all the people who had an impact either on Jorgen or the Protectorate, some of which stood by tombs. "And this would be the Old Crypt. As you'll see, the first person on the left is Jorgen himself, and that tunnel behind his tomb leads to his library. And first to the right is Shockstorm, though we haven't brought his remains down here yet, the actual tomb is still being made." Peter said as he walked down the crypt, passing statues of not just Jorgen and Shockstorm, but Kyle, Ingrid, Rovertson and all the others as well. "Ingrid the most kick as girl I ever met and the same with her dragon Tempest. Speaking of Tempest she was the love of Darkender's life I just thought I'd let you know." Kyle said. "Rovertson seemed upset about that earlier as we where flying here." Gillien said.
"Yes, Jorgen made a couple notes on Darkender's attraction to the Tempest. By what he wrote down, I think their affections were rather obvious. And even though I never knew Ingrid, for very obvious reasons, we do have one or two distant descendants of hers in the Protectorate, and they certainly live up to Ingrid's legacy. Although with how thoroughly her life is recorded, I think Jorgen might have had a crush on her at some point, or she was just that influencial, I wouldn't know 'cause I never knew her. And Rovertson is not happy about Jorgen's Library because some very... sensitive secrets were written down in there after he promised to take those secrets to his grave. Rovertson didn't expect Jorgen to quite literally do so." Peter added with a little laugh. "Anyway, I just though it might do some good to show these monuments to Jorgen himself, and all of his friends. I thought it might help Darkender to see the monument to Tempest, he seems a little down. But now we'll head down to the Armory to get Gillien a new gun. If our records and reports about you are correct, you favor sniper rifles. We'll get you set up." Peter said as he led the group down a side tunnel that came off the central part of the crypt. "Is there anything Jorgen didn't make notes about" Kyle said jokingly. "Yes I use high caliber snipers I'm probably the best shot out there" Gillien replied. Following this tunnel, they arrived at a more modern looking area. Most of the chamber was filled with shelves stacked with crates, but beyond there was another area that Peter knew held several target ranges and practice dummies and such, the Armory was one of the main training areas for Dracobyen. Peter steered the group off toward a smaller room on the side. Inside there were a few weapon displays, and several computers. "As you can guess, we have a very large selection of weapons and armor and other devices of battle, so now we use computer catalogs to find what we're looking for. Go ahead and look and see if you can find something you like. So Kyle, what do you think of the Protectorate's base of operations so far?" Peter asked once he had shown Gillien the computers. "Well its more impressive than the underground base I have for Darkender and Rouge under my house it's amazing." Kyle exclaimed. Gillien said without even looking at the computer "I all ready know what I want. A barret 50 cal sniper and 2 45 caliber semi auto pistols. Then I need several tools and a room to use as I change the guns a bit." Gillien then started rattling off a list of items he would need and tools.
"All right Gillien, let me just call out the inventory workers and we'll get your guns, parts, and tools. As for a place to do what you want to do, we have a workshop right off the firing range, I'll show you." Peter said, pressing a button before signalling for Gillien to follow. They crossed the warehouse and entered the firing range, where Peter then led the group to a clear wall, not made of any known glass that separated the range from the workshop. Right as Peter showed Gillien the door, a flock of Smothering Smokebreaths flew over and asked Peter a quick question in a modified version of dragonese. Peter replied with the list of items Gillien had requested in the same language and the Smokebreaths flew off to gather the items. Only a few moments later did the Smokebreaths return, laying all the requested things on the work table in the workshop before flying off again. "Always good service with them, as you can tell. Go ahead and do your work now Gillien, we'll wait for you here." Peter said in english, though he accidentally slipped into an old norse accent. "I will wait till after the tour it'll take a full day to do all I need the weapons and ammo will be unrecognizable when I'm done,plus I'll need Rovertson." Gillien said. "I need to do something after the tour too" Kyle added. "Very well, we'll mark your supplies and continue the tour, and you can both do what you need to do after the meeting. We ought to have time to visit the Nest before heading back to meet with the others." Peter said, taking Gillien's supplies and storing them in a box he labeled 'Gillien' and then led them back up and out of the Armory and back through the Old Crypt until they were back in the Memorial. From there he led them down a different passage that eventually led to a more busy part of Dracobyen, the passages now filling with people and dragons. Peter could easily notice that many people stopped and stared at the group as they passed, and knew that they made an odd group. They would recognize Peter of course, he was their Prince Protector, and every one in the Protectorate has seen enough images from Jorgen's time to at least suspect who Kyle, Darkender and Rouge were, but nobody would have a clue about the strange human with a slightly draconic appearance. Eventually the tunnel they were following led into a massive chasm that strecthed on so far in all directions that the other ends were all impossible to see. "And this would be the Nest. Most of our dragon residents prefer living here, the chamber walls are lined with separate caves that are used as individual or group nests. Naturally you won't find any aquatic dragons nesting here, and most Ebonystrikers live in a different part of Dracobyen." Peter said, waving his arm out toward the chasm where many dragons of many species could be seen flying to and fro. "It feels like home but I've never lived here." Rouge said. Gillien was pretty quiet as they where in the nest still not very comfortable in such an crowded place of dragons. "I thought you might like it." Peter said before checking his watch. "Hmm, a lot of time has passed, we should head over to the Great Hall, we surely don't want to keep the others busy." Peter said before leading them back into the passages to lead them to the mountain. _________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
Haze was immensely glad to see Azronicle, he had begun to think that Azronicle and Rovertson had died. But now he flew along his old friend and father figure toward his home. "Well I guess we are a bit hard to find, the Protectorate has spent many fortunes to remain undetected by the modern world. But anyway, how have you been? It's been what, almost a thousand years since we last saw each other?" Haze asked. "Well Haze I've been Chasing and hunting deamons almost the full time killing of their population and trying to find a way to finish Askin forever. Its been lonely most of the time with just Rovertson and Azura occasionally when Asralie didn't need her. It has been about a thousand years. But enough about me has life been treating you well Haze? I want to hear all about you for one time instead of just me telling the stories." replied Azronicle. "Well, when Jorgen created the Protectorate, Shock, Sunfire and I all joined of course. Then there was the process of building the Protectorate up, which took a lot of time and involved quite a few battles that I can talk about later. After that everything just sort of fell into a routine, rescue some humans from rogue dragons, or vice versa, provide safety for refugee Ebonystrikers from the east and west, and so on. It only just got interesting in the last few centuries! First we merged with the Hunters, you know, Ingrid's and Tempest's group, though the joining wasn't entirely peaceful. But lately we've been gearing up for when Askin returns, which by what I've heard is now, and fighting demons where we can. You should have been there for the Great Revolt, back from 1930 to 1952! Dracobyen was under siege almost the entire time, I never thought I'd see old Shock get so mad! When his mate and two of his kids died, he flew into a rage! Even Rovertson wasn't as scary when he went into a rampage! By that time Dracobyen was about to fall, most of us were exhausted and badly injured, most of the life Ebonystrikers were hurt especially bad, so Shockstorm flew out alone against that army of eastern Ebonystrikers and humans and took them all down on his own! I think his powers leftover from Askin helped too, he actually created a storm system that took days to clear up!" Haze said excitedly as they flew back toward Dracobyen. "that most definitely sounds like the Shock I knew. A thousand years is a long time alot has happened. Over time me and Rovertson have at times almost widdled the deamon population down the extinction multiple times but they always recover before we can finish them off. Almost all the deamons fear Rovertson because hes gotten to be such a good deamonhunter. You remember those deamonhunters that joined us in the fight against Rezeroth? Well after Jorgen left Rovertson joined their ranks and made it a personal vendetta to wipe out all deamons and has become the best deamonkiller out there in the world today over time. Me I keep him from getting himself killed as usual. He still has that old habit of ending up in dire situations like crazy." Azronical laughed a bit before continuing. "Why don't you give me a tour of the place I'd love to see what this place looks like now."
"Of course I'll give you a tour! Though I won't be able to show you everywhere, you're a little, ah, large to fit through some corridors." Haze said eagerly as they landed on the perch tower. "Come on, the Chief Protector will understand that I'm giving you a tour." Haze said as he led the way over to a large castle-like structure. "Is that a crack about my weight! I'm rather slim for a rock ebonystriker my age!" Azronical couldn't hold his serious tone any longer and cracked a laugh. "This place certainly has grown all I remember is a barely inhabited island last time I was here." "Oh yeah, I forgot you and Rover haven't been here since around the time we dealt with Rezeroth. A couple years after that, Jorgen actually found some other survivors from the islands destruction who had returned. After that, with some help from Berk, he and the survivors rebuilt Dovangard, and improved on the old design. Jorgen insisted on mixing in designs he'd seen from all across the world into the new village, and Vidoron, I'm sure you remember him, helped build up the first Ebonystriker defenses to wrap around a human city by Jorgen's request." Haze said as they flew. "Of course I still see Vidoran and remember him he does happen to be in Asralie most of the time Even though he doesn't seem to tell us everything strait up we didn't even know that he still kept in contact with the Protectorate until recently. Seems the only thing he has not told is about us being alive." Azronicle said. "That isn't entirely true. He would've told us if you had died, so in a way he told us you were alive. Let's land in the courtyard in front of the castle, it's a good place to start." Haze said, descending down to the ground and landing on a large mosaic courtyard that depicted the battle with Rezeroth. "As you can see, Rezeroth left a lasting impression on Jorgen." Haze added once they had landed. "Not nearly as much of an impression as he left on me. The only time I've ever felt just pure joy from killing something was when I killed that deamon and hope that i never feel that much happiness in killing something again." remarked Azronicle. "Yeah, that was not a very fun time. But at least this mosaic works like a warning of demons who get too powerful. Jorgen even called up a friend of his from Rome just to make sure it came out accurate. But anyway, This castle is the main surface stronghold on the island, is invaders ever managed to land on the island and push us back, this would be our last stand before retreating underground. It also holds the Council Hall, where the Protectorate Council meets to discuss matters that are not important enough for the Chief Protector to handle directly. now please get off the mosaic, I have something to show you." Haze said as he walked over to the northern border of the mosaic. "Ok now I'm curious and also do you still have the aurora gem I gave you so long ago?" "I do indeed still have the aurora gem you gave me. I'm not wearing it currently though because one of our smiths is making a new necklace for it to hang from, as you can guess I sort of outgrew the old one." Haze said as he placed his claws into neatly spaced holes in the northern marker tile. He then turned the tile and removed his claws. As the tile rotated to it's original position, the entire mosaic began spiraling open to reveal a tunnel that reached straight down, with a staircase spiraling along the outside. "Wow quite amazing and glad to hear that I might as well power up your gem its bound to be rather depleted."
"And that's another reason I don't wear it very often, I don't have much need for making a fashion statement. Anyway, this pit leads down for several hundred kilometers. It is lined with tunnels that lead to various dragon nests across the city, and is one of the main emergeny exits in case of a disaster like a cave in. It also connects to several points of interest, such as the Great Hall, Grand Archives, Jorgen's Library, and the Old Crypt. But we'll use it to get to one of my favorite places in the city." Haze said as he began flying down the abyss. "Oh and what might this place be?" "Oh, you'll see. All I'll say now is it's called the Mystic Grotto." Haze said as they flew deeper and deeper into the earth. At first it got colder the deeper they went, but then it started getting warmer before Haze finally changed course and flew down a barely lit side tunnel that was just barely big enough for Azronicle to fit. "I hope this doesn't get any tighter then this further down because id be rather hard to get unstuck." "Don't be such a worry wort! If you get stuck we'll just have some Whispering Deaths dig you out, but it win't get tighter. It should open up just about now." Haze said as they entered a massive cavern. The walls were lined with crystals glowing in a variety of colors, and that light reflecting off a clear lake in the middle of the cavern made ribbons rainbow light move on the walls and ceiling. And all along the ground, a thick mist swirled. "This, is my favorite place in the city, my special little recluse." Haze said with a wave of his long tail making more of the fog swirl. Azronicle looked around in awe at just how perfect the place is and suddenly felt the urge to play as he had not done in many years because of how serious things had gotten. "Want to swim? I'm not the best swimmer but we could have some fun." Said Azronical sounding slightly juvinile despite his age but tired of being so serious all the time and needed a release from the constant stress. Wagging his tail a bit in anticipation. "Well look who started sounding like a hatchling again, Vidoron told me all about how you were when you were young." Haze said with a laugh. "But alright, lets swim. But just to warn you, that lake connects directly to an underwater cave, so don't be surprised if a Scauldron or Thunderdrum joins us." Haze said as he half jumped, half flew into the lake with a large splash, angling his tail deliberately so that water splashed onto Azronicle. "Why you litt" Was all Azronicle could get out before he hit the water after the smokebreath. Soon in the chase it became apparent that Azronical was a rather large clutz in the water and managed to get himself tangled in himself multiple times as he chased the smokebreath in the water but he couldn't care less he was having more fun then he'd had in over 300 years. _________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
Since Rovertson had cooled down enough to not cause an incident, Thomas had brought them back to the Great Hall where several fine dressed humans and clearly important dragons were gathering. "Sorry for the crowd, the Council demanded to know what was going on, and I'd of told them anyway, so I allowed them to convene. Besides, we might as well initiate Kyle into the Protectorate, a process which requires the Council's presence." Thomas said to Rovertson as they waited on the central platform of the hollowed mountain. "I expected as much to be honest". Just as the life Ebonystriker finished speaking, Thomas noticed his son leading the group he had taken on a tour across one of the bridges that led to the central platform, and below he noticed Haze and Azronicle flying up to join them. Thomas nodded at the others before speaking aloud. "This Assembly is now in session. In this hall sits every available Protectorate noble or other officer of high importance. Today is a momentous day, as we have been visited not just the returned Kyle, Darkender, and Rouge, but also the resurfaced Rovertson and Azronicle; all of whom were found by Prince Protector Peter Fasten, my son. There shall not be any celebration, however, as the news they brought with them implies a very imminent danger to not just the Protectorate and it's allies, but the whole world. With that, I turn your attention to Rovertson, as he has a better understanding of what is happening." he announced, his voice clearly audible all throughout the acoustically balanced chamber. "I'll jump in on occasion to make sure everything goes through smoothly." Thomas added more quietly to Rovertson. All the while Peter stood surprised. He was immensely curious as to what exactly Rovertson had shared with his father, because it was very, very rare for an Assembly to be called. After all, the last one ended with a fight that killed half the Councillors and the Chief Protector of the time. Peter glanced around at the others to make sure that they did not interrupt, he knew how prickly some of the human Councillors can be and did not want something to happen with the threat of Askin hanging over them.
Kyle stated to think back to the first time when he encountered Askin and her pistols, the day that the others found out that he was from the future. "Well most of you have probably assumed Askin is a deamon of some sorts right?" After seeing several nods Rovertson continued. "Honestly I wish she was a deamon it would make killing her so much more simpler. But no she is much more dangerous. She's a banished norse goddess." After he finished that sentence the whole place got very loud to the point it hurt his sensitive dragon ears and several other dragons looked unhappy with the noisy humans too. "Enough!" Thomas yelled after letting that revelation sink in for a moment, his voice silencing out all others. Once the Great Hall had fallen quiet, he spoke, "I understand your worry, and your disbelief, but we cannot allow ourselves to fall into chaos with Askin gathering her associates even as we speak. And when she comes, we will fight her like any other threat, because she may be a goddess, but that does not make her impossible to defeat. Rovertson already has a plan of sorts to handle the situation, which he will now share with the rest of you." Rovertson took a deep breath before continuing "Yes well the first confrontation will most likely happen when she finds out I'm here and ebonystriker defenses be damned she is going to get in here and bring deamons along. The deamons will most likely attack first in which we need to force the fight to be in the open. I can't fight surrounded by buildings. The deamons will approach from the water in which we should have any aquatic dragons like thunderdrums, scouldrons, etc and any aquatic attack forces you have to harass them. I will try to get Azura over here to help she never was one to miss out on a good fight. Then once on land we I will try to kill any ranged deamons quickly with azronical otherwise they will decimate most of our forces but any ranged attacks they try on me will be practically useless. After the ranged attackers are dead me and Azronical with Azura will focus the leviathans whilst the rest of the deamons will be needed to be dealt with. Askin will only come out when she feels the deamons have weakened us thoroughly then well I'll try to finish her body off. I will not be able to destroy her completely but I can kill her physical body forcing her away from a month or two. If all goes well then I'll lead her on a wild goose chase whilst everyone else searches for her body. Gillien has the weapon to finish her off for once and all but if she reaches her body first where pretty much screwed. If during the battle I fail to kill her body I have a backup plan but.... if I'm forced to use it I'll die from this disease a few days later at most.and all the deamons nearby will be basically vaporized." As tempted as he was to just not warn them Rovertson couldn't betray trust so he finished with "those .... deamons if you want them alive after the battle send them into the deepest hole underground you can because if I use my final resort it won't discriminate."
"Thank you for the warning, I'll make sure our more... demonic forces are aware of that. Anyway, now we all know what threat lies before us, but we have been preparing for this eventuality for decades, and we've been ready for any form of war for centuries! The Protectorate may be their first target, but we'll make sure that they pay dearly for every one of our members!" Thomas announced to the Council. After which the Council began a sort of cheering the likes of which have not been seen since the old viking days. "Is there anything else you would like to add?" Thomas asked Rovertson as the Council began to fall quiet once more. "Not really except if I am forced to use my final resort after I die I need the Protectorate to protect Gillen he will most like be .. immune to a lot of Askin's ability as I am." "We would have done so anyway. We've been keeping an eye on him for some time, and now that he has been revealed to the world with dragons he would need more active protection." Thomas said to Rovertson before facing the Council. "And now we have a more pleasant thing to do. Lord Kyle, please step forward." Thomas said. (Put Kyle's thought's if you want night) Once Kyle stood before him, Thomas continued. "This human has more than proven himself to be a benefactor to both humans and dragons, as his actions during his travels with Jorgen well prove. He has also already bonded with his Night Fury Darkender, and his Terrible Terror Rouge, so no one can say he isn't a friend of dragons. Lord Kyle, we now accept you into our ranks as a member of the Protectorate, an honor that extends to Darkender and Rouge, and we hope you will continue to aid in upholding the peace between humans and dragons." Thomas said. "I will till the day I die Chief Thomas." Kyle said. "Then so shall it be." Thomas said just loud enough for the Council to hear. "This Assembly is now over. Our guests are now free to do as they wish for the day, though they shall be escorted to make sure they do not get lost. Now I must be excused, there are war preparations to make." Thomas said, excusing the nobility. Gillien shook his head at the what he heard in dismay. Rovertson had not told him Askin had been a norse god when he first explained her. Could this day get any weirder? He certainly hoped not.
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