The Southern Mountain Path [POST HERE FIRST]

The blade falls towards Gravlor's neck...and goes flying. Along with the rest of Renalt. Aesath knocks him through the air, and he lands on some rocks. The sword falls next to him, and shatters into useless but tasty shards of chocolate.

"GOD DAMMIT SHIT FUCK THAT WAS MY MOMENT!"

Renalt coughs in pain and looks up to see the smaller coppery dragon that just ruined his finest work.

"I've strangled larger dragons than you with my bare hands!"

He drags himself off the floor and lurches for Aesath, ready to punch the dragon in the face repeatedly.

Andraste chants for a moment, and a large wall of hard light projects itself from her staff and wedges itself between Renalt and Aesath, splitting into two thinner walls and pushing the two back as much as it can. Somehow, her voice turns from placid and sweet to inexplicably authoritative in a matter of seconds as she commands, "The battle is over. Lay down your arms. Gravlor's curse is no more...I do not feel it within him any longer."

With that, she walks over to Gravlor's prone form and lays a hand upon him, chanting something in a lilting, light tongue, the magical incantation clearly rehearsed many times, the language rolling off her tongue smoothly and fluidly. Its sound reminds one of nature, of gurgling brooks and the wind rustling through the leaves. Her fingertips begin to glow and a light begins to weave itself through Gravlor's armour, weaving intricate patterns and highlighting the runes on his armoured scales. If no one interrupts her casting, Andraste's magic will slowly begin to heal what is broken, popping bones back into place, sealing wounds...although, Gravlor's lost head can't be replaced by even her. If she finishes her duty without a single interruption, she collapses soon afterward, the constant strain caused by channelling the magic becoming too much for her underfed body, prompting it to pass into unconsciousness. It was a difficult battle, but now that Andraste's mind recognises the reduced threat, her body follows suit. It is time to rest.

Jun was alarmed at the presence of Zaltos, a being she knew little about. There were rumors circulating about an alliance between her tribe and that of a powerful civilization called the Free City, which was being orchestrated by a small empire known as the Phoenix State, but she had not had a chance to investigate as she didn't want to stray far from Medan. She knew Zaltos was an extremely powerful being, and possibly already aware of her presence.

"Woah woah WOAH!"

This had unfortunately caused her to lose sync with Blackbean. She slipped off its back and started to hurl towards the ground. Had she and Blackbean had more practice, the demon raven would have immediately dive bombed in an effort to catch her. In fact, he might have still done this, if Jun, in an instant, didn't decide to teleport down to the battlefield just before hitting terminal velocity.

In an electric blue flash, Jun appeared right in front of Zaltos and Gravlor, a few feet off the ground, and then hit the ground flat with a thud.

"Oww..." she said muffled underneath her cloak and through a mouthful of grass. Slowly she got up and looked around at everyone, blinking forcefully and with a humiliated look on her face. "Hi... friends..." she said weakly.

"So you decided to finally come down?" Zaltos asked Jun, laughing a bit.

His attention turned swiftly to Jorech, "I don't care who or what you say. This dragon here isn't for anyone's dominion. This dragon, Gravlor, is a dragon that we are to learn from...

As for who I am...", Zaltos paused, smirking beneath his face mask, "I am Pharoah Zaltos Kiraxo of The Phoenix State. So I will say this one last time, this dragon is of nobodies concern, especially yours. Your heart is for greed and power... Just by the feel of your energy, you'd have this dragon doing what he just nearly died doing."

Zaltos spoke his words firm to Jorech. He didn't really look at him, his eyes more focused on Gravlor and Jun. Just because his eyes weren't on the others, he could smell them, hear their movements, and feel their magic, especially if any aggression decided to come about.

"Odd... that's just what I was about to say..." Jun nodded at Zaltos' words and hobbled over to Gravlor, still winded by her fall. "Gravlor, I was hoping to speak to you at some point but, for now, just know that I'm on your side. I was watching the battle long enough to know that what happened wasn't your fault." She spoke at the same time that Jorech spoke. "If anyone tries to take you by force, I'll do my best to defend you. I do want something in return but I can't obligate you. We can discuss it later."

When Jorech had finished speaking, Jun took a defensive stance next to the dragon, facing the monarch and the others. She wasn't sure about Zaltos' intentions, although he seemed to be on the dragon's side too. Still, she was prepared to fight him and the others if necessary.

At least, she thought she was. She gulped when she felt Zaltos' power. It wasn't like the others. It felt... benevolent, and pure, and deadly all at once. It wasn't something she wanted to fight.

There was something about Jorech, however, that really inspired her ire. The light in her soul seemed to resonate with Zaltos, but the darkness responded to Jorech. Thoughts entered her head about how "fun" it would be to fight him.

"Jun, i'd say if you ask nicely and are sincere, Gravlor will pass on his knowledge just as Trogdor did with me.", He spoke to Jun in a calm, sweet tone.

Zaltos merely laughed at Jorech for his choice of words. Then to see his body and feel his energy get riled up, he laughed a bit more. A king with the tantrum capabilities of a child.

"No deal. Gravlor owes you nothing. If it wasn't for Gravlor, and others like him, none of us would be here today.

Walk away and boast of your victory with a feast. Gravlor is going to go where he wants and do what he wants. Any attempt to prevent his freedom is an act of aggression that will be dealt with swiftly. Push me too far and see what happens. Unlike you, I am a peacebringer, whether through diplomacy or violence. Your choice." Zaltos stated again to Jorech, giving him an ultimatum to walk away with pride and glory or defeat that not only his people would hear about, but the entire world.

Zaltos was no fool. When he felt Jorech's energy rise with his anger, he would also open a well of energy within him, one of many. His muscles would slightly bulk up under his armor. His body temperature would rise quite a bit, his feet forcing steam to rise fron the moisture in the ground. To sum it up, if someone got froggy, he was going to open a can of Whoop Ass and put the frog in the empty can.

"Young lady...dryad of fire... if you ever want to learn what fire really can do, seek me out." He spoke to Ashley as she left.

Gravlor's body began to move. He was waking up due to the words being spoke right in front of him. His eye's would open, revealing sky blue gemstone like eyes. He would let out a quick blast of air from his nostrils, filling the air around Zaltos, Jun, and Jorech, in an icy sensation.

He would begin to lift his head as he fully woke, rising to stand on his feet. He looked at the beings around him. Below him, there was a small group of somethings that looked like funny looking rock.

Gravlor would look under him, before turning to the group there, "In my moments of near death is seems as though my eggs were forced from me for breed survival... As a token of my appreciation for freeing me and sparing me despite what has happened, each of you should take one of these eggs... I do not know how these things work because I am the first. I do hope you can hatch them and raise them to be worthy and noble dragons that your lands can look to for unwavering loyalty. I must take two of them, but they are mine, and if anyone doesn't like it, too bad."

Below Gravlor was at least six eggs. Gravlor would take a metallic black egg that was coarse and swallow this egg. He would then pick out a Platinum colored egg with a bright red stone on the top that was smooth and small. He'd also swallow this egg. Gravlor didn't swallow them because he wanted to, but it seemed to be a natural response.

The remaining four were as follows:
Blue and yellow egg with static.
Solid white with no special signs.
Large, metallic green, acidic stench.
Red and burgundy that was extremely hot.

"Dryad, you will take the green egg. Solid white will go to the mage who brought the Void. Red will go the man of great strength that calls this place home. The last egg you can decide who gets it."

Gravlor knew who Zaltos was, he had fought beside him millenia ago. It had been many years and the man had changed. Zaltos was a mortal that every dragon knew they could depend on, at least those of the northern hemisphere of the Overworld. He would not state that he knew the man, preventing further hostility as even he knew Jorech was acting angrily.

<Enter from White City>

Drude had been keeping off the path, staying hidden behind even the smallest covers. He now watched invisibly what would transpire.

"I'll pass on that offer, sir... I'll go when i'm ready." Zaltos spoke with a sarcastic tone, trying to push the man.

Zaltos was well aware of his surroundings, and with a hot enough fire, he could burn it down for miles with a wildfire. Even if Jorech's strength was as great as it seemed to be with what he done in the battle, Zaltos worried none about it. He'd push the man, as if he wanted him to leap. He knew how to break Trogdor's Anger from the mind, but under recent TPS studies, they found it to be a disease.

When Jorech finished talking to Gravlor, Zaltos cut in, "I am the one who originally defeated this curse. Gravlor has only suffered as it's vessel. In the mind of the vessel, even after expulsion of the curse, the only thing they know is that there was something else within them that was a second life and it made them angry. A third conscious would be the best description.

After studies done on this curse it is not only a magical curse, but a disease. Something about it makes the blood thicker and wrathful. It seems to strengthen it's vessel in the beginning, but after extensive research, it kills the host an moves on. A plague that creates wrath instead of fear...

It is airborn, passing on from vessel to vessel. Everyone here who had anger towards Gravlor in this fight would be infected. Those who wanted his salvation should be clean. So if you wanted him dead and was within ten feet of him, you would be infected.

This goes for anyone here, even the the Dryad. It may not awaken, and simply use you as a carrier till it found a vessel worthwhile. For some reason, birds seem to flock the area consuming anything that it kills. We don't know if they are cursed or just cleansing the land preventing it's spread. Most birds are immune to it's effects for some reason...

To fully defeat it would be great, but unless you can contain it, it will spread. One good thing if there is not enough destruction created, the curse will move on, leaving you with a lesser form of the disease, the anger only really coming out when it's a legit reason. This version of the disease won't change your physical appearance and survival is 90%. Of course, when Trogdor's Anger comes out, the disease will take a slight toll on your body. So don't mad too much, you might think you're strong, but you're regret it in the end.

So honestly, you've got to either master it and use it like a weapon, which is highly unlikely; or, you can be it's bitch for awhile, get your ass whooped live Gravlor and Trogdor, and if you're energy is high enough, turn into a dragon one day. Can't say that 100%, but one person in the studies did begin forming scales and their bones density to that of a dragons. They wen't insane and beat their selves to death by banging into the wall too many times in one of their fits...

I think if we found someone to master Trogdor's Anger, we could figure out how the airborne version of the disease spreads, whether by breathe or by pores. The a treatment could be formed to stop the airborne disease via Medical Science or Magical Science. Do you think you could master this curse if you had it? You'll have to have someone around who can handle you, but we could apply our knowledge to this...experiment, and you could be the physically strongest man in the Overworld with someone the best judgement; only because I believe your mind will build a filter to cipher out the good ideas from the bad ideas. The mind is more powerful than the body, and this would push your mind to a new level.

Who knows, maybe you would be able to ascend one day as a god and be able to bless your people beyond what you could do as a man...Does this interest you, or will I have to kill you to prevent you from doing what Gravlor and Trogdor have done, possibly to your own people? This isn't to be disrespectful, but this is why I am here, to make sure this curse doesn't spread to another strong being... And you fit the description of what i'm here to do.

If I recall, I witnessed it try and go for Raena, so this is all very plausible towards reason of infection. As the most knowledgeable on this topic, and being the only person to single handily bring it to it's knees, I am most suited to be here, not as the Pharoah, as a specialist on this. Gravlor needs to leave now to prevent a reverse infection, spreading back to him if it's survived... Lady with the bird, I suggest you go with Gravlor if he let's you, you don't need to get infected. If not, I could teach you Phoenix Magic, a magic known by the one and only."