The Southern Mountain Path [POST HERE FIRST]

Renalt watches Raena with distress.

"Raena, whatever you're doing, stop it! Itisn't worth it! You're killing yourself!"

He stands by helplessly, unwilling to disturb her spell casting and possibly cause her greater harm.

Jorech heard the dragon's cries. "HERE" He left his hand for the dryad to take hand raised a hand to the sky so Cascabel could see it easier.

Cascabel cried out in happiness, but landed a bit roughly... She knocked some dirt into the air and probably hurt a wing in the process. She instantly went over to him to push him with her claw. "You shouldn't run off like that! You're fragile." She hissed at the disapproving look she saw from Ashley, but turned back to the king. "What happened here? I heard so much noise it was hard to really pin point anything in particular. And there was this horrible aura of dread... I was scared you might have died." She hung her head, knowing fear was not something she should be showing now, but... losing such a close friend would devastate her.

Gravlor would find himself in a temporarily defeated position. With such a disturbance in the immediate area of Gravlor, the mage was able to create a void last second to pull Gravlor back down and into it. Gravlor would not take too kindly to it even though Trogdor's Anger did.

Trogdor's Anger knew it could manipulate Gravlor's mind in the void till the day they were released from it. The void was a large treasure chest, and when one door closes, another opens. This darkness would give Trogdor's Anger more power of Gravlor. Gravlor's mind was opening, but this void only made the Anger stronger.

As the void began to pull down on Gravlor, a black smoke began to pour from the beasts mouth and nostrils. His scaling would turn to a jet black and his neon markings would turn to a ruby red. During this change, a spiraling red energy would gather in the mouth of the now unconscious Gravlor who's form was being controlled by the curse.

This blast, although not very accurate, would blow through the black smoke that surrounded Gravlor. It would go wherever it could, aiming in the last vicinity he saw the people when he took off. Even if not spot on, he would be close enough to make them worry.

His blast would go on, wrecking much land around the void and the battlezone. Whether or not the blast hit anyone, he didn't know. He just wanted to make one last chance before he was pulled into the void, forced to wait until the day someone reopened the void.

Under Trogdor's Anger, Gravlor would survive the void. The heroes might find themselves victorious here, but the void was only a bump in the road. One day Gravlor would return, but for now, he would remain in the void, as well as the curse of Trogdor's Anger.

In his last moments, he spoke in common tongue before vanishing, "Only the weak cannot survive the darkness! I will escape this void one day and I will destroy everything you cherish!!"

And then the dragon was gone. Where once a mighty terror stood was now a large open crater that left a taste of how strong the beast was. At least the world wouldn't have to worry about Gravlor and Trogdor's Anger for some time and the lands can rebuild.

Unfortunately for Gravlor, and for Trogdor's anger, The Void would not be a home for the dragon. That would be far too easy. Gravlor's stay in The Void lasts a total of one minute, although the sensory deprivation can easily make the shortest span of time seem an eternity. Soon afterward, The Void recedes from around Gravlor, and he finds himself in a bubble of Void, the veil thinning as Raena loses strength, causing it to be semi-transparent, revealing to Gravlor that he's back upon the battlefield. Unfortunately for him, however, he is no longer flying, but grounded and trapped by the half-spherical shield. Raena struggles to stay conscious, every second of her link with the void bringing her closer to oblivion, but she's extremely tough, and she's giving it her all.

"G...Go....no-now....kill it!" she exclaims through clenched teeth, directing her words at her father. One would find that The Void was penetrable from one end (though in truth it was just a short-range apportation) but near-impenetrable for Gravlor. He is effectively stuck unless he breaks out, and the travel through The Void likely didn't help his physical condition.

Renalt hesitates, looking from the dragon to Raena and back.

"I'll kill that dragon, Raena. As soon as it's dead, you have to stop."

He raises his blade and sprints across the battlefield, shoving Andraste aside.

"Get down! Stop talking to it, you crazy woman!"

He jumps through the air with surprising agility for a man his age, and plunges his sword downward towards the dragon's heart.

"Die, foul beast!"

"Oh, right...almost forgot about the guy with the candy sword." Ashley said as she watched the most recent events.

In that minute of the Void, an eternity had passed in the mind of Gravlor and Trogdor's Anger. Trogdor's Anger had submitted to the Void as he went in, embracing it's power at whatever the cost. In the curse's mind, the Void was a vast land to grow in. Just as Anger was a Void in the mind, one that makes us feel terrible, wanting us to destroy what we cannot control. The Void, the one place even god's tend not to visit.

Then Gravlor reappeared in the mortal realm with a dome around him. This dome, despite being part of what it was, would protect Gavlor from the outside warriors and protect the others from the battle that would soon ensure in this Void...

Gravlor began to go berserk, slamming his head into the ground and bashing the sides of the dome. What many would think of as trying to escape, Gravlor was trying to get something out of his head. The black scale began to flake off, turning into a smokey black cloud. As he began to slow down and give in, he heard Andraste's words.

In that moment, when he fully compensated what was going on, he let out an explosive roar that would reach through the dome. Black smoke began to pour out of his eyes, ears, nostrils, and mouth. What looked like smoke began to take a form... a form that was twice that of Gravlor's.

Once the smoke stopped and Gravlor's scale was to it's normal color, Gravlor would begin to erupt in a blue and white light. Even the Void would feel the light that erupted from Gravlor's energy in this. In this void, will no ties to the mortal realm and their rules, would unleash the full potential of Gravlor.

Gravlor would revert to his ancient form, when gods walked the Overworld. It much resembled the original form of Gravlor, but much more massive. He had double his size, and had three heads. On each head there was the marking of Gaia and Love. It was who he served, who he Loved, and what had brought him to life to witness the joy of living. Even though his form was intimidating, he acted as a mother for people, loving them through their shortfalls and protecting them from evils.


Gravlor Final Form - Ka Power Unleashed

Despite Gravlor turning into a magnificent beast of legend that only those who were here this day to witness, a monstrosity was forming from the smoke. It's body was a metallic black and grey with voids for eye sockets. It's body build more like a humanoids than a dragon, but none the less, it was a dragon. A terror that could not escape this void or destruction would fall upon the Overworld. This dragon was what the Overworld knows as the Curse of Trogdor's Anger. It was fitting that the dragon stood on it's hind legs preferably, suffering a human like quality from Trogdor's history.



Trogdor's Anger - Bahaelemut, Ka of Wrath

What now was visible in the dome was two dragons; two dragons that man dared not to combat. Gravlor's fate was at hand, and the Ka of Love had found his host most fitting for the rules set by the gods in the mortal realm of the Overworld. Black, red, blue, and silver, bolts of lightning crashed around the outside of the dome.

It would sustain the dome, as if locking it in place. Raena would probably find her Void less taxing on her body as these bolts worked their magic. A phenomena was at hand, one that could shake the foundation of the Overworld, and Gravlor needed Raena to hold herself together and keep her Void going. He would attempt to cast a healing energy upon her if he could connect with her somehow through the Void so she could. Even if he lost, she needed to be able to seal Bahaelemut, the Ka of Wrath, in the Void. At this point, that was all that mattered.

A loud, deep, rumble would fill the mind of Gravlor, telepathically communicating with Gravlor, "HA!HA!HA! You have released me! Between you and Trogdor, I got the power I needed. I could have went longer, but this Void... It was a good breeding ground for me."

Gravlor would speak in a firm tone, "You were beat by a child... One less than a millenia old... And you call yourself powerful? You are a coward... You ruined the lives of two mighty dragons of Mother Gaia... You've attacked defenseless people instead of taking on those your size... Your reign stops now. You will remain here, with me, in this Void. 

In my last moments, they speak to me and ask me to change... to spare me. In these last moments, I will do what I must to make sure you die. Wrathful or not, Mother Gaia has changed, but for the better. My loves are here, but much further in life than I remember... Mother Gaia, forgive me."

With that, the two dragons stretched their wings out fully, expanding their whole body and roared at each other. Bahaelemut's roared was hot, live lave. Gravlor's breathe was cold and pure, lacking darkness. The two dragons would begin to gather energy in the mouths; Gravlor's was white and Bahaelemut's was a crimson red. 

The two dragon's released theirs blast. All three of Gravlor's heads would blast at the same spot, meeting the blast of dark energy that seemed so cozy in the black abyss of Raena's Void. This blast would last for a few seconds before they released the mass of energy to create a large orb of red and white light exploded. 

As their blasts finished and the orb exploded, the two shot in at each other. They would rip, tear, chomp, scratch, headbutt, tailwhip... everything a dragon would do. Every time the two would come into range of each other, smaller blimps of light appeared. Roars and screams of pain could be heard from the two... if only voices could be heard.

When the close range clashes ended and the two settled down again, bother were missing large chunks of flesh. Gravlor was missing one head. The two had really drew a lot of blood, and yet both stood as if they hadn't been hurt. Both were driven by ideals that gave them the power they needed to press on.

"Gravlor... Give in.. together we can rule this world and forge life how we want it...", Bahaelemut spoke to Gravlor, still holding one of Gravlor's heads in his left hand. 

"I don't think so. That is not the destiny of these creatures... they can do things in this world that we never did. They are free... while we serve gods." Gravlor responded instantly.

Bahaelemut chuckled a bit before he took a fast leap at Gravlor. He had got ahead of himself, his Anger blinding him. Bahaelemut suffered from his own curse. Even in all his power, he would fall.

Gravlor would sink every bit of power he had remaining into one last blast. A massive ball of white lightning like energy formed, ten time the size of the beasts heads. Gathering so much power in such a short time was very taxing on Gravlor, possibly pushing death in his condition. It was all he had or he would fall to Bahaelemut with no real defense to a surprise rush.

The blast would release. Unlike his normal blasts, instead of being a beam like blast, it would grow and blast like a white fire and lightning. He offered Bahaelemut no chance to escape, bring such a massive attack out in his rush.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!", Bahaelemut roared as the blast began to hit him.

The blast would engulf Bahaelemut, concealing his form within it's walls. The black form within would roar as pieces of him could be seen breaking off behind him, disintegrating quickly. It was quick  for Gravlor, but slow and painful for Bahaelemut. The energy of light attacked him down to his atoms that structure his draconic capabilities. There was nothing, not an atom, that remained of Bahaelemut, Ka of Wrath, a.k.a. Curse of Trogdor's Anger.

But all was not glorious. Gravlor would fall forward, his energy completely drained. His body leaked blood into the Void, vanishing as quick as it fell. His chunks of scale were gone, possibly with the belly of Bahaelemut. In the moments before Gravlor passed out, he would smile, something he had not done in a long while. Death was upon him, but he hoped it was enough to show the people he was a good being.

The lightning like energy surrounding the dome would vanish and surrender all the weight of the Void back to Raena. Inside the dome, Gravlor would lie on the ground in his mortal realm form. He had chunks of flesh missing all over his body. Deep wounds covered what was missing. What the warriors missed inside the Void in the last minutes left Gravlor in this shape. 

Alas, he was at the hands of the warriors who sought to kill him, one of these already making a hopeful, but failing attempt at striking Gravlor through the Void. The Void between the two locations could be a universe apart and still allow them to see each other, but neither could strike each other when the Void Dome was up. A powerful feature, the glitch of Life.

Even if the Void let go Gravlor for some reason, there was a slim chance he would survive. If he did, it was by a miracle. His breathing was soft and slow. Silver blood stained the ground. He was missing claws and part of his tail. His head and face was torn to pieces also, part of his mandible bone showing. A gruesome feature, especially on a dragon of Gravlor's calibur. Even with all the damage, what scaling and markings Gravlor had were a much purer color. Anyone who looked at his scales could see the color difference and anyone who could feel auras and magics could tell Gravlor's energy was much different than before.

Finally, The Void, having gotten what it came to get, retreats from Gravlor and Raena severs her connection with It, falling backward onto the ground, the sclera of her eyes having turned a midnight black and far-too-dark blood oozing from her mouth. If one were to feel her pulse, it would be clear that she is not, in fact, dead, but her breathing is shallow, and her heartbeat weak and irregular.

Meanwhile, within The Void, the Ka of Wrath is absorbed into The Void's cacophony, adding another voice to Its own. While the Ka may have been powerful in the physical realm, within The Void it was less significant than a grain of sand on a beach, its spirit assimilated into The Void like all the rest before it. Within The Void, a loud voice booms, speaking with one more voice than before. "WE ARE ONE," it shouts and whispers in its foreign tongue. The Ka of Wrath is no more. Now, there is only Void.