The Southern Mountain Path [POST HERE FIRST]

"Hey soldier, what they say is true about a dragon." Levi stepped forward and addressed the ranger. He would of course recognize Levi as he was kindof a Praetor.

Renalt turns to the elf.

"Well...you know how they sound awake. Asleep, they kinda go snort snort zzz clink clink clatter. That last bit is on account of the scales and claws. Got it? You've got big ears, so listen good."

"Why are we whispering?" asks Raena, at a completely normal pitch, walking at a normal pace beside her father and the elf, not trying particularly hard to be sneaky. As if her armour would let her, anyway, as the metal crunches and scrapes together with each step. "I don't think the dragon flew off just to land in the middle of the forest. That's not a very defensible position."

The small fire sprite somehow manages to stay silent during the entirety of the conversation between the rangers and the rest of the party. Finally, once they're done talking, she speaks up. "Yay!" she exclaims, "More people to help us beat up that mean ol' dragon! From the sounds of it, we'll need it. I'm pretty strong myself, being all ancient and whatnot, but dragons have always been a pain in my butt! I mean, there's balancing forces of destruction, and then there's stuff nature creates that just blows stuff up for fun. I don't know what Mother was thinking when she thought dragons up. She must've been drinking too much cactus nectar!"

Renalt nods.

"Yes, they can talk. They all think they're pretty damn clever too. Smug bastards. And keep your voice down, Rae! You'll wake the dragon! Come on, look for caves."

He continues on.

the skunk arrives at the scene, exhausted from running "well..." he pauses for a second to catch his breath "did i miss the dragon???"

And in the midst of the night, Gravlor had decided to glide through the sky, resting. He had dropped down one or twice to grab a bear or something to eat. He returned to the skies as quick as he fell. Despite not fully sleeping, he wasn't expending energy, which allowed his body to restore it's energy.

And then a thought hit him, triggering Trodgor's Anger. He would spot a small watchtower and Garrison, nothing that he couldn't handle. The stop here would be quick and easy one. Gravlor would fold in his wings and form into a dragon torpedo. Here he felt like expanding on his High Gravity capabilities.

As he reached a cloud, he would focus his energy into his body. The blue lines and stones would begin to pulse. After a second of light, a sonic boom like sound filled the land. It sounded as if a mountain had split. A small, blue and white ring formed in the air where Gravlor activated his High Gravity core power.

In less than a second a boom that matched the first one erupted. The dirt would fly high into the air, nearly two hundred yards. Whatever had happened was definitely destructive and a surprise to everyone since he didn't approach it as he normally had.

The ground had cratered, forming a football sized ring around Gravlor. He had directed himself to hit on the Garrison, taking out it's most formidable foe in this round. Around Gravlor the debris still cluttered the air, only offering a blueish white energy that was his next strike.

As the debris fell, Gravlor looked for the outpost. He immediately seen the watchtower and released his blast over the lands. Even if he missed and got close, he could crumble it. Whatever remained of the garrison, if anything, would see their deaths shortly.

Gravlor stood on all four, smashing the ground in a fan like movement with his mighty tail. His wings were half spread, protecting their interiors with their exterior scale armor. The mighty dragons head was raised half way so he could physically defend against any beings that could have lived.

Most of what Gravlor intended to do to this location was done. He would finish off what he could till he was either forced to flee or everything was dead and flattened. Either way, a rampaging dragon was destroying something.

Jorech was grinning. The early warning allowed him to get a response team on the way to the Southern border. He wished he had arrived sooner. "The beast has slain the sons and daughters of Aaedan! Kill it!" He raised his left axe toward the beast as the missles raced toward their target.

"SCATTER!" The lead ranger ordered his disorented men. They spread otu quickly, each one firing their arrows at the Dragon. Each ranger had a varity of arrows; armor peircing, broadheads, fire arrows, magically imbued arrows that hit with random magical effects.

Shaxx noticed a bit too late, ballistae that he requested had fired upon the beast and the projectiles at arrived at the target. He barely managed to shout, "HIT THE GROUND!" when the massive arrows hit the target zone.