Usque ar Ñalma - Forgotten Usque Border

Sure, just hold on til you're ready. He telepathically said to Keizhi . Luckily the saddle had straps and handles which she could secure herself to as the dragon leaped up and began to flap his wings in the direction of the Usque ar Ñalma while occasionally practicing some maneuvers...

Soon enough they came upon to the border, if Trogdor was not here they'd push towards the heart of the forest, hoping Fundor Eater of Sheep would soon make it and accompany them.

The fires, having been started by a dragon, had already become an inferno. Tree's exploded as the water inside boiled and vaporized. Over the cracking, popping, and general roar of the fire sounds of dying and suffering forest animals could be heard.  Though it was day the smoke had obscured the sun.  While the smoke was no problem for a dragon it would be fatal for most other creatures to enter the noxious cloud.  

From the clouds high above Jarkoopi, Keihzi, and the burning forest descended the blood red ancient dragon Fundor. He had accompanied the smaller storm dragon whom he had done battle with previously to this scene to deal with another of his kin apparently.

The gigantic form of the ancient dragon would circle above the burning forest, before landing in it's midst, crushing whatever trees that stood in his way like so many toothpicks.

Fundor would let out a booming laugh, which would shake the very ground in his surroundings with its titanic tones.

"Svabol vi hawrk'ghukech sjaadur ihk vi ixen," he said still chuckling. Then, Fundor would begin his work, the fires and air around him would begin losing all the heat within them as he drew the heat energy in the surrounding area into himself. The fires would soon begin to slowly extinguish as Fundor's power grew.

With the initial energy drawn from the fire Fundor would cast his first ward, an odd sort of ward that did not seem to stop any attacks, and therefore did not take much mana to cast, and only required a few words in draconic to cast,

"Nuade ickrak'ey arcaniss."

The fires surrounding Fundor Eater of Sheep began to subside, but there were still parts of the forest burning further along the boarder. Fundor's spell would detect Trogdor flying above, but the dragon could most likely sense his kin already. If Fundor's spell reached so far he might notice the magical wall of air holding the clouds above the Forgotten Usque, though the magical barrier on the boarder of Goraia might interfere with such probing.

Trogdor released the spell he had been holding and the storm wall broke. Any beginning of a squall Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui could have created would be overrun by the half-natural half-magical fire blizzard that was about to sweep over the country side. The blue dragon might have storm magic flowing though his veins, but he simply did not have time to compete. Trogdor had used his own natural element to create a humongous forest fire. Using magic to bar the passage of cold air from the east, the willy beast had harnessed the powers of nature.

The dragon remained high within the clouds but roared, "COME IN AND FIGHT ME JARK! OR ARE YOU AFRAID OF MY STORM." Silently he began to whisper another spell onto the wind. "Winirlet ricinic di nurilt fueryoni listen ekess ve, l'gra ve, si mi dout pliso."

The power of the Phoenix grew near. A ball of golden energy moved through the sky as if a moving 'sun'. Naturally this orb produced heat, it was a self sustaining magic battery system. The 'Sun' seemed to consume magic and the sunlight, and produce it's own light that it consumed to sustain it's magic use and keep it's power.

The light that was cast was a blinding light to most mortal eyes as it is a small 'sun'. As it grew closer to the fires ahead, it seemed to grow brighter but failed to show any sign of power increase. The sun knew exactly who was here and he was not far ahead; thankfully the stage was set for a return that will make marks in the history of Goraia.

"Trogdor, I am here!" The 'Sun' spoke to Trogdor through their bond.

With such things, the 'Sun' made it's way directly towards Trogdor. Within seconds of piercing through the storm and finding Trogdor, the 'Sun' would place itself above the storm where it could see all and do it's part; power Trogdor as it could not directly attack itself in this specific form.

The 'Sun' began to spiral once again like it did when it first arrived. An inferno of fire began to spin and grow. This small 'Sun' was quickly becoming a blazing wheel the size of a small lake, feeding off the fire and heat below, and the Sunlight from above. To add to this, the heat and light this inferno produced was being recycled as it rose back into the flames.

It would take much for such a massive influx in the temperature of the air and the extreme cyclone like gusts this fiery vortex was creating. Below it, Trogdor would find a new source of magic as the inferno was feeding him it's excess power. While doing so, the hot winds from the fiery vortex were super powering the fire blizzard by pumping mass amounts of heat into it's core around Trogdor.

"This land will burn and all those who stand for such Evil will suffer the same! Use my power to get us away." It spoke into the mind of Trogdor.

The wind was howling, and the smoke was gathering in the sky when the Crimson Company arrived, and what little rain fell from the storm that was roiling and thundering above their heads fell upon their armor and made it gleam. It would be obvious that the Crimson Company was approaching.

The smoke did nothing to inhibit them or their horses. In fact, it seemed to thrill them. Fire was something they knew, and something they knew well– especially the Gilded Rose of the Dragon.

She could see that the fire was raging, and she made a gesture from her horse back, cutting her golden-gauntlet-ed arm wide. The crimson company fanned out, and small pieces on their chest plates, it seemed to be in the shape of a dragon, began to glow.

The company spread wide, fanning out to make them a harder target to hit. They continued to run for the barrier and the fires that crackled just beyond it until a handful of their riders suddenly pulled back on the reigns and lingered near the magical barrier Fundor had created.

Lady Zaiya, with her visor down and face unseen, rode towards the big behemoth black dragon, her golden armor glinting from the firelight, her long black hair swaying like thick black smoke all around her. She was a sight to see, fire incarnate while her other men began to ride through the burning forest.

All of them were beginning to glow now, like embers fading and waning but growing brighter and brighter as they began to absorb the fire just as Fundor was. The fire FED their power, power that was growing as they sapped flames from trees and instead channeled it into themselves. Fanned out as they were, they began to curtail the pyre that had been made of this “forgotten border” of Goraia as they felt their own souls growing in power.

(First Charging post)

Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui climbed and climbed, he eventually began to pierce through the bottom of the smokey clouds and emerged above the clouds and lowered his rate of climb and headed toward Trogdor (below [Phoenix] Zaltos Kiraxo ). The dragon heard Trogdor 's call and responded in kind, roaring over the wind.

"There are two ways to live; a wise coward, or a dead fool! You will be the second!"

Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui 's storm had moved away and retreated rather than being completely overwhelmed by his opponent's. Fundor Eater of Sheep 's defensive wall separated the two groups of clouds, and Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui 's storm began to grow bigger within the other side of the magical barrier. Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui nosed over into a shallow dive, slowly gaining speed in Trogdor 's direction. Giving himself and Keizhi time to react to whatever maneuver came next...

The wave of fiery inferno crashed onto the wards above Goraia like a tidal wave crashing onto a coast line. There was an explosion all along the forgotten boarder that burned a swath of land for hundreds of kilometers behind it.

A spray of fire and magic bounded from the broken ward. The spay would most likely be seen all the way from Gauldin and Isle of Alban if anyone was watching. Rather then settle back to the earth the backlash of fire appeared to split between heaven and earth. The great Sun of Zaltos pulled half the flames into it's cyclone of fire causing the light to burn even brighter. The air temperature began to rise and the atmosphere was humid with magic.

On the ground all the fires of the Burning Usque were flying towards Fundor.  As this happened a second beam of energy began to channel into the black and red dragon. The mighty Eater of Sheep had consumed nearly three quarters of Trogdor's Flames.  Soon heaven and earth would collide.