Fenris
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Post by Fenris on May 8, 2015 23:11:12 GMT -8
Black-Fire or not, the beasts were highly adaptable as shape-shifters. Now things were going to get more interesting. The one that was based on illumination combusted at the encroachment of the flames into projectiles that would embed themselves into the upper ceiling and walls sinking deep inside beyond the flames heat, unless Trogdor planned on melting the mountain while inside of it.
The bouncer did something similar and splattered into the wall sinking inward as if insubstantial to the solidity of the walls, while the sniffer sunk into the ground. Hit and run Tactics. Spread at multiple points in the cavern, they could not withstand heat indefinitely but they would certainly last long enough to mount an "escape" and "regroup" the heat of the flames traversing near their current positions, heating them, as Fenris converted that energy from thermal to oscillation from a distance and from separate points which was easier than the show he had been putting on before but a bit more costly. The Dragons fire also helped to destabilize the consistency of the stone the cave was made of, the crucible it had made perhaps having a double edge, as Fenris sought to exploit the weakened structure.
The shapeless-forms now infused at separated points within the cavern creating a sonic-resonance throughout the structure focusing a vibration along fault lines again, though this time under the great beast himself, seeking to cause the floor to collapse under Trogdors great weight, steadily while the ceiling might start to shake.
It should also be noted that some of the fire that did manage to toast a bit of his extensions, would have the damage partially relegated to Fenris, whose pelt began to smoke a bit for a moment.
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Trogdor
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Roleplay posts: 220
Physical Description: Red scales on the back with a white stomach. Spiked head and ridge.
Age: 1042
Length: 60ft
Color: Red scales with a lighter stomach.
Clothes and Equipment: Weapons: claws, fire, and jaws.
Registered: Apr 21, 2015 9:34:10 GMT -8
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Post by Trogdor on May 8, 2015 23:42:43 GMT -8
The walls and ceiling begin to melt and slowly run as the flames grew hotter. As the entire cave begins to glow with a red light the dragon ceases his infernal breath. Trogdor, now feeling like a little exercise after two weeks of resting, walks to where the entrances use to be. Running the last few steps the mighty beast smashes though the molten rock. Flaming chunks of stone fly away from the emerging dragon striking the mountain and valley like meteors. Fires began to burn where the magma strikes trees.
Trogdor sucks air, completely filling his iron lungs, as he stretches his wings. The light of molten rock dimly illuminates the red dragon, shining off his scales. Beams of light fade into the darkness as they spread from Trogdor's spiked and armored hide. Releasing the air in his lungs the beast roars. Anger, pain, and sorrow ululate outwards chilling the souls of all who hear. The stones, trees, and think air quiver with the sound. The entirety of the cave collapses extinguishing all light, but that of the burning trees. Then all falls to silence that swallows all other sound. It is in this silence that Trogdor takes flight.
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Fenris
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Post by Fenris on May 8, 2015 23:53:48 GMT -8
So the over-developed dinosaur figured out Fens plan. If nothing else he would be too late to save his home, and the Dragons brute force attempt added that extra oomph that caused the top of the mountain to collapse in on itself as floor did, and there was no longer anything to support the ceiling, Trogdor, finshed it off with his frustration if nothing else. Was he going to make his lair anew? If so Fen would follow, or was he going to make the Lupine pay for what he had done? Did it even care? Well Fenris obviously sure as hell did not. He leaped from his perch as the Dragon emerged taking cover in a small nook where the Dragons size would not be to his advantage. The forms from the caves slowly made their way back to him as he gathered power again in case it was needed. If not, well the Dragon now had a new best friend, though he was not an unreasonable being, if the creature wanted to parlay Fen would talk, but if not the game would continue.
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Trogdor
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 220
Physical Description: Red scales on the back with a white stomach. Spiked head and ridge.
Age: 1042
Length: 60ft
Color: Red scales with a lighter stomach.
Clothes and Equipment: Weapons: claws, fire, and jaws.
Registered: Apr 21, 2015 9:34:10 GMT -8
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Post by Trogdor on May 9, 2015 0:08:48 GMT -8
Trogdor glides in circles above his wreaked den. During his birds-eye dreams in his ling slumber Trogdor had found the perfect place to make his new lair. A much nicer cave then the previous. First though, he had some business to attend to. He sniffs. There were few scents in the air, but one smell stood out. Burning fur. The dragon pinpoints the location and dives towards it. He would land on above the crevice in the rock with a deep snarl.
"Who are you that dares play hide and seek with a dragon?" Smoke trickles from the nostrils.
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Fenris
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Post by Fenris on May 9, 2015 0:15:50 GMT -8
"My name is not important..." Fenris began to shift as he left the nook, standing before the great beast. "I am merely here on behalf of balance..." as he spoke he took the form of a man again, white-cloaked with silver trimmed fur, dark hair and bronze skin and a large beard. "You have upset it by coming here, normally I would not use... such vulgar expressions of power... But you have made that necessary... The beings here have no answer for a big brute such as yourself, it's not really fair now is it? I understand a Dragons got to do, what a Dragons got to do, but you should do it somewhere else... Away from people...Would it help if I asked politely?" a fanged grin sneaking onto his face, his head half-cocked as he remained vigilant amidst his words and near cover. "I really would rather avoid this getting messy... Might unduly influence the locals..."
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Trogdor
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Roleplay posts: 220
Physical Description: Red scales on the back with a white stomach. Spiked head and ridge.
Age: 1042
Length: 60ft
Color: Red scales with a lighter stomach.
Clothes and Equipment: Weapons: claws, fire, and jaws.
Registered: Apr 21, 2015 9:34:10 GMT -8
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Post by Trogdor on May 9, 2015 0:23:11 GMT -8
Trogdor lets out a burst of fire as soon as the creature begins to move in the nook. He has no interest in speaking to a sneak such as this.  |
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Fenris
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Post by Fenris on May 9, 2015 0:31:36 GMT -8
"FUCK!" he rolls aside behind cover cut off mid-sentence. "Alright fuck it." he growled. He already knew the rocks would not last long, and threw himself down a cliff, landing on his feet 40 feet below. The flames had grazed his cloak, and he had gotten his hair singed, but the cloak protected him for the most part. A blade forming in his left hand, a Grosse-Messer. "Don't make me do it!" he yelled out as he strafed. "Really, don't... Want to go there." normally he hated "talkers" in combat, but in this instance, he wanted to make sure he had done everything he could. He gathered his power as his blades edge liquified and began to rotate not unlike a chainsaw while the sword itself began to ring, with a wolf like howling sound, as he weaved through nooks but he knew the Dragon would probably start tearing the place apart soon.If nothing else the cloak could sustain him against the fire long enough to change positions. Now who was being sneaky?
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Trogdor
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Roleplay posts: 220
Physical Description: Red scales on the back with a white stomach. Spiked head and ridge.
Age: 1042
Length: 60ft
Color: Red scales with a lighter stomach.
Clothes and Equipment: Weapons: claws, fire, and jaws.
Registered: Apr 21, 2015 9:34:10 GMT -8
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Post by Trogdor on May 9, 2015 7:53:16 GMT -8
As the squirrel wolf jumps from the cliff Trogdor spins, smashing his tail into the ground. Stones, boulders, and bits of tree tumble off the 40 ft drop after the attacker. Trogdor booms a laugh, beginning to have fun now.
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Fenris
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Post by Fenris on May 9, 2015 12:09:21 GMT -8
Trogdor followed, as Fenris continued to "Charge his lazar" so to speak. He knew Trogdor was enjoying himself, and that was good. And like the squirrel his opponent was thinking of him as, he made his way into a crafted valley that was just big enough for Trogdor to follow, this was done as Fenris continued to build energy, the rotation and vibration creating a loop of power that saw the blade begin to crackle on the electro-magnetic spectrum.
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clydethestag
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Roleplay posts: 92 
Age: 27
Clothes and Equipment: no clothes. sometimes a light robe. also i have a medium sized sword
Registered: Mar 15, 2015 8:55:34 GMT -8
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Post by clydethestag on May 9, 2015 15:03:05 GMT -8
{as a fly} *lands on fenris's neck and bites him*
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Trogdor
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 220
Physical Description: Red scales on the back with a white stomach. Spiked head and ridge.
Age: 1042
Length: 60ft
Color: Red scales with a lighter stomach.
Clothes and Equipment: Weapons: claws, fire, and jaws.
Registered: Apr 21, 2015 9:34:10 GMT -8
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Post by Trogdor on May 9, 2015 15:06:58 GMT -8
Trogdor began growing tired of playing these games. His laugher dies as the wolf darts below, narrowly avoiding the falling debris. The little canine was summoning mana, charging for some grand attack. "You think you can kill me with that?!" Trogdor roared from his vantage point on the cliff. "Shall I show you what I have saved?" With the words mana welled inside the dragon. He leaps from the cliff to glide above the valley while begining to chant in Dragonic.
"Whedab bakmada xurwka de sia trekis. Jaka, origato oprinqu dout vers."
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Fenris
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Post by Fenris on May 9, 2015 15:46:51 GMT -8
Fenris was gathering a fair amount of power, and the crackling blade created a loop between his body and the extension of his sword, if the fly sought to bite him, he might be able to get close as there was a force emanating from the Lupine, a sound beyond hearing now, while electrical forces converged around him.
He sighed and let time do the work for him, following the "flow" of battle as he jinked in his run and turned pointing the blade at the beast as it spoke. Before the draconic words were even spoken, the energy Fenris had gathered caused a shine to traverse up the blades length, and it extended... At hyper-sonic speed. Essentially the equivalent of a rail-gun, or "solid-lightning" and spiralling to add a drill effect for good measure. Aimed at the Dragons mouth as it spoke, moving to attack while the Dragon spoke, seeking to interrupt, while the sound of the attack would not even be heard till several seconds after the fact, the sky illuminating as the piercing attack would seek to pierce through the dragons mouth and out the back of his neck extending a few hundred feet in the process and remaining lodged in the creature if it could not avoid it, while he was sure the Dragon was durable, this attack was meant to bypass the defenses of other things.
The sound of thunder would crash through the mountains and beyond, as did the flash of living-lightning. Even mana-fields would have to deal with the ionizing-effect while the sheer force of the accelerated mass added kinetic force, with speed of movement and the weapons revolving drill effect supplementing this. This attack could not be defused simply by virtue of anti-mana or "anti-magic" the effects would have to be dealt with directly either through evasion which was unlikely from such a large-creature, or through sheer durability which also seemed unlikely as this might in fact be unexpected and everything had its limits. Aimed to strike before the Dragon even started the incantation while he was yelling at Fenris.
(Rail-Stab.)
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Trogdor
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Roleplay posts: 220
Physical Description: Red scales on the back with a white stomach. Spiked head and ridge.
Age: 1042
Length: 60ft
Color: Red scales with a lighter stomach.
Clothes and Equipment: Weapons: claws, fire, and jaws.
Registered: Apr 21, 2015 9:34:10 GMT -8
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Post by Trogdor on May 9, 2015 16:47:35 GMT -8
q0h1SKEU1-10
1-3 the mosquito bites. The blast from the energy beam would disintegrate the bug unless it tried to escape.
The mosquito was unable to find skin to bite.
1-10
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Trogdor
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 220
Physical Description: Red scales on the back with a white stomach. Spiked head and ridge.
Age: 1042
Length: 60ft
Color: Red scales with a lighter stomach.
Clothes and Equipment: Weapons: claws, fire, and jaws.
Registered: Apr 21, 2015 9:34:10 GMT -8
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Post by Trogdor on May 9, 2015 16:59:01 GMT -8
Trogdor senses the mana build up in the blades and new that a grand attack was coming indeed. As the beast pointed the blades Trogdor collapsed his wings and rolled. The beam seared across his side, burning half his face and part of his hide. The dragon snarled in pain, but lived. As he fell after the blast Trogdor started chanting.
"Whedab bakmada xurwka de sia trekis. Jaka, origato oprinqu dout vers. Wer bakmadai shartleg ekess sulfur. Krathin ekess ignite!"
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Fenris
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Post by Fenris on May 9, 2015 18:50:44 GMT -8
Trog avoided the brunt with surprisingly deft agility for his large size, perhaps he had sensed what was coming before the last second and wisely got out of dodge or rather into one. This was the nitty gritty, he had caught the Dragon off guard. It was time to press an offense. The blades solid-form dispersed with particles as arcs of power were kept channeled through those particles. It was still under his direction, and a twist of his still elongated blade saw him sustain the attack bringing it down towards the Dragon from its closest side seeking to shred its wings with focused energy as those particles vibrated from the electric discharges and also once again sought to go into the Dragons mouth in the "splash" effect that would cause a less impressive display than the previous, but was now pressing the Dragon while it went to defense. The moment it was forced to react, Fenris pounced essentially, sensing the slightest bit of weakness and trying to pry it further open.
Perhaps the light, sound, and pain could disorient the beast, while who knew what might happen if some of that stuff got into Trogs mouth. As it was from a distance Fenris was in discomfort from his own keen-senses, but his capacity to withstand stimuli was proportionally as high. The membranes of the beasts wings were the primary target, seeking to shred and burn them to a fair extent at least to interfere or inhibit flight. He let out a long breathe as the attack dispersed and made his way towards the hopefully interrupted beast. The attack had actually wasted 1/4th of his shapeless-forms. He had three left and he intended to make them count as he layered one along his already enhanced cloak in case the Dragons attack would still come he would have a last means of defense. He let go of the power he had been channeling however, opting to keep what he had left in reserve instead of moving forward in a berzerker frenzy as he might otherwise do. He had about 55% left in his reserves all things considered.
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Trogdor
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 220
Physical Description: Red scales on the back with a white stomach. Spiked head and ridge.
Age: 1042
Length: 60ft
Color: Red scales with a lighter stomach.
Clothes and Equipment: Weapons: claws, fire, and jaws.
Registered: Apr 21, 2015 9:34:10 GMT -8
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Post by Trogdor on May 9, 2015 19:21:24 GMT -8
The laser burns Trogdor's wing leaving it unsuitable for flight. The pain however effected the already tortured dragon little and did not break his concentration. The spell had been cast and his previously enchanted cloud, which filled just about the entire valley, now smells of sulfur. The falling dragon crashes into the ground with a deafening roar. Staggering to his feat Trogdor kindles a flame within his fire gland and crouches prepared for a fight.
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clydethestag
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Roleplay posts: 92
Age: 27
Clothes and Equipment: no clothes. sometimes a light robe. also i have a medium sized sword
Registered: Mar 15, 2015 8:55:34 GMT -8
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Post by clydethestag on May 10, 2015 14:16:40 GMT -8
(as mosquito) *flies away quickly*
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Trogdor
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Roleplay posts: 220
Physical Description: Red scales on the back with a white stomach. Spiked head and ridge.
Age: 1042
Length: 60ft
Color: Red scales with a lighter stomach.
Clothes and Equipment: Weapons: claws, fire, and jaws.
Registered: Apr 21, 2015 9:34:10 GMT -8
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Post by Trogdor on May 10, 2015 14:27:59 GMT -8
OneGQzpf1-10
1-6 the mosquito evades.
The mosquito is fried by the laser beam.
1-10
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Fenris
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Post by Fenris on May 10, 2015 15:58:45 GMT -8
Was not a laser, more like arcing lightning. The sulfur that clouded the area... Fenris did not like it. He prepared to bring his power to bear again, as he kept himself behind a rock again, relying on those hit and run tactics. "You ready to talk yet? This does not have to get any uglier Dragon!" he called out, his body singed in various places, as well as his beard and hair, his breathe coming a bit in hitches, but at least he was getting time for a respite unless the Dragon charged his position. The ruined landscape offered many places to evade a direct conflict with the creature however, something Fenris was shamelessly exploiting.
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Trogdor
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 220
Physical Description: Red scales on the back with a white stomach. Spiked head and ridge.
Age: 1042
Length: 60ft
Color: Red scales with a lighter stomach.
Clothes and Equipment: Weapons: claws, fire, and jaws.
Registered: Apr 21, 2015 9:34:10 GMT -8
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Post by Trogdor on May 10, 2015 17:57:41 GMT -8
Ready to talk? The notion fills Trogdor with anger. The dragon turns his face towards the wolf reveling that half the skull is charred to the bone. The marred dragon opens his mouth, revealing a stump of a tongue, and sucks in sulfur filled air. Blinded by rage Trogdor leaps at Fenris. He flaps with one wing causing the 60 foot monster to spin in the air in a black cloud of flailing wings, claws, and scaled appendages. The dragon crashes into where the wolf had been hiding, chaotically striking out in every direction.
Righting himself, Trogdor whips his head towards the direction Fenris fled and sucked in more of the flammable atmosphere.
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