Farmlands

Lum'Valia sniffs in annoyance and sends a telepathic thought at the dragon casting lightning even though she can't see him.
The thought is filled with annoyance.

I never claimed it was my territory. I was just getting something to eat.


Lum'Valia then debates whether to attack the much larger dragon. She does not like to escalate conflicts, but then again she had no idea if the new dragon could handle the evil one alone. Ultimately her conscience does not allow her to let the other dragon fight alone. Her voice rings out a single pure note or beauty cutting through all other noise. 

"Stahdim kun kinz dii paal"

With this five glowing swords each 10 meters in length appear fanned out behind her. With an effort of will she sends one of them streaking toward Fundor aiming for a soft spot in his under belly.

The cloud dissipated in Fundor Eater of Sheep 's intense barrage of dragonfire. The hot air underneath his wings would be used as an easy escape plan, carrying him upwards as he increased the repetition of his beating wings. His scales and wings had become darkened from the ash and flame, stinging trace bits of pain. The point was, the big boy was taking the bait.

While he was putting all his energy into flying and occasionally firing lightning behind him at his massive chaser, he received Lum'Valia 's communication.

While I don't care very much, I would've liked a note.
He said jokingly despite his situation. Her voice was unique and lovely however, throwing off his focus along with another Storm worthy dragon who struck out at Fundor Eater of Sheep.

Fundor roars in pain and frustration as Jarkoopi flys away from him, only being barely singed. He roared in pain because while he was busy chasing Jarkoopi the holy magic sword from Lum'Valia hit him, not directly in the soft scales of his belly however. The holy magic sword missed it's mark by a bit, and instead grazed along his flank, and leaving a long gash in Fundor's blood red scales, but not impaling itself within his form. He would not be able to catch the blue dragon he realized, much to his frustration and instead made to land on the ground. 

On his way to the ground he began to cast a spell, "Qo spaan zey," were the three simple words he uttered. Fundor knew figured that pesky blue dragon would continue his assault on him with his lighting attacks, so he cast a ward designed to sustain itself when struck by such attacks. Asaph's choice of spell to open up with was quite unfortunate in this regard, as the ward quite obviously grew in strength with every lightning bolt that hit it. Soon, Fundor was enveloped in a blood red light, growing brighter with every bolt that hit it. There was one distinct disadvantage to this type of ward however in that once the lightning attacks stopped it would dissipate rather quickly without a constant supply of energy from sustained electricity. The ward had acquired enough energy for lightning attacks to be ineffective for some time at least.

Fundor laughed in the face of the new challenger that appeared now, "Fool." he said simply. With a slight reprieve Fundor hunkered down, he needed time to cast spells so he quickly modified his ward, "Qo Spaan Stahdim Lu," If Asaph's lightning barrage continued it would now strengthen the ward to ward off Holy Magic, but again, if the lightning onslaught stopped the ward would only have enough strength to stop perhaps one holy magic sword. With this Fundor hoped to force them to get into melee range of him to fight him, and he would do that with the following spell he began to cast,

"Ved Gram lahvraan, Lokluv Yol ahrk Dinok, Gol Motaad Neben dii paal," As Fundor began to cast the spell, the consequences of it's effects would begin to manifest as he spoke, as pure black clouds of ash blew into the skys above, blocking any vision from the air and balls of molten lava and fire would soon begin to rain down in the surrounding area as the ground quaked and lava bubbled up from the cracks formed.

Asaph noticed that his lightning attacks weren't having much of an effect, and he would spot the crimson aura building up around Fundor. He snarled angrily. The aura clearly telegraphed some sort of counter-attack, so Asaph felt he had no choice but to back off.

As his barrage ceased, he uttered another spell. "Briinah ven, aak zey!"

With this he darted sideways at unnaturally high speed, circling the entire battlefield from the same distance. The spell had produced a tailwind that allowed him to gradually accelerate. In just a few seconds he'd reach well past the speed of sound. He'd wait for another opportunity to strike.

As he circled faster and faster he'd cast yet another spell. "Zii do hah, gekenlok zey!" A faint violet aura began to surround him, and a purple hue permeated his eyes.

Any lava bombs that struck him would do suspiciously little damage and not slow him down...

Fundor finished casting his spell, and soon the surrounding area around them turned into a cataclysmic battlefield, the ground quaked and large cracks formed in the earth as lava boiled up around them all at the same time lava, fire and brimstone rained from black ash clouds above. The clouds blocked any vision from those flying above, making aerial attacks quite ineffective. The falling debris seemed to almost ignore Fundor as they fell, as well.

The ward bristled with power as it glowed a blood red hue of light. The ward, much to Fundor's delight had grown pretty strong before they stopped charging it... the fools. When he noticed Asaph charging up another attack, spinning around him altogether too fast for him to see he growled slightly. He would not be able to attack him right now, but neither was the other dragon attacking for the moment.

The huge red dragon seemed completely un-phased by the building holy energy that began chipping away at his now powerful ward, he knew it would hold while he cast this next spell, the two swords flying at his eyes just a moment later were somewhat alarming, but the angle of attack was not good. As Fundor was already facing the Holy dragon in the first place and his eyes were more towards the side of his head the swords need to attack at quite a shallow angle relative to his eyes, because of this the wards held, deflecting the swords away from his eyes. One did however deflect straight into the soft flesh of his wing, a part of his body he did not bother to cast the ward over. For this reason, his next words were quite pained as he spoke then as he had a new bloody hole in one of his wings. 

"Sos do faal Gol, Meyz dii qah,"

As the red dragon uttered the last few words the lava that was bursting through the ground all around him as it quaked began to flow towards him. The lava would begin to flow all along the ancient dragon's scales, creeping up his scales and hardening into very thick plates of solid stone. As it flowed around his whole body to give him protection the inside surface of the molten armor would harden immediately, before the heat got through his scales while the outside still glowed red. Finally the molten armor would cover his whole form, save for a few spots where there were gaps in the armor for his movement. The dragon would be able to withstand an ungodly amount of attacks now, but was otherwise slowed down by a lot. Fundor would be unable to fly, or move on the ground very fast, but he was very well protected now. Most attacks he could simply shrug off at this point, as he began to chant even more spells, 

"Gol Frin Spaan," he uttered then, and his rock armor began to harden as all the heat was drawn from it, and the energy from the heat converted into a ward that would strengthen the pure black armor even more.

While Lum'Valia's attack was impressive, Asaph still didn't see why he and Jarkoopi should lose out on any of the fun. He was going to take a different approach and take on that armor.

"Zii do iiz, vudeym hin paal!" Asaph flew in a little closer, tightening his orbital path so that his relative speed from Fondor's perspective would be even higher. Just as he finished his incantation, he opened his maw once again. At first it would seem like he was roaring, but unlike a typical roar it would last much longer than normal... and it would be accompanied by a devastating stream of sub-zero wind. Fundor would feel a cacophony of crackling and squeaking over his very skin as the red hot armor started to cool rapidly. Of course both the environment and his spell were still in play, so their heat naturally countered the intense cold of his attack... which is exactly what Asaph wanted.

The opposing force of Asaph breath would push against him, which would once again widen the radius of his orbital flight path, also part of the plan. As Asaph moved further and further away the rock armor would continue to contract and expand, micro-fractures forming at an increasingly rapid pace to absorb the energy from the stone's constant expanding and contracting. Asaph made sure he didn't lose any speed as he did this. And once he was far out enough, that's when he'd made his move.

He would come in from behind. Thanks to his ice breath, steam clouds would billow out of from Fondor's armor, blinding the hapless giant mass so that he wouldn't be able to see or respond to what was coming. Asaph would make one more pass at hypersonic speed and then swing into position before charging in, his aura from before also still in play. The distance he had gained from his own ice breath pushing against him had helped move him just the right distance away to execute this maneuver.

With a deafening roar Asaph's faint aura would suddenly erupt into a flaming torrent of psionic energy which surrounded him like a blazing purple phoenix. He'd slam the aura into Fundor's back with the force of a sizeable bomb, angling slightly to strike the side of the spine where Fondor's damaged wing was. The concussive force would hopefully be enough to completely shatter Fundor's weakened armor and possibly even damage his extremities, including the already injured wing.

The gleam of a star in the blue morning sky was no doubt missed, even when accompanied by the faint wink of three more. The dragons battling below were disrupting the earth, causing earthquakes that were disrupting fields and homes, bright lights and large booms striking fear into humans that had been living peacefully below. The dragons kept getting bigger and bigger, their attacks deadlier and deadlier, and it caught the attention of the star in the sky.

What is that, Mama? Asked a small voice in the telepathic link between the mother dragon and her younglings.

It is a battle between dragons, she answered them.

My wings are tired.

Mine, too.

Can we rest, Mama?

Efyriax was not stupid. She had piqued the interest of her children, but they didn't know what she knew about their kind. It would be dangerous to be too close to this fight, and she would be at the disadvantage with three hatchlings to protect. 

It was in her to say no, but they had been flying for hours in their journey, and the children would need a rest soon.

Only for a moment. Do not leave my side, understood?

Yes, Mama.

The silver dragon descended with her brood, swift as a blade, and landed gently on the ground, her children trailing after her. With bodies the size of household cats, they were just as curious and perked their small heads up to watch the goings-on from a distance.

Fundor roared as he made his move on Asaph who had closed in now and was circling around him trying to weaken his armor. The attack was not as effective as he had anticipated, as Fundor had already drained all the heat from his rocky plating in order to place the defensive ward on himself. This same ward also worked to stave off the holy magic being fired at him from above. The holy attacks instead of being stopped completely would be converted into a more mundane attack which chipped away small pieces at the heavy rock plates that covered the dragon's back. 

The massive dragon now swung his tail, which was now tipped in a solid boulder of hardened lava about the size of a horse carriage, into the path of the circling dragon hoping to disrupt his pattern of flight or perhaps even knock him out of the sky. As he did this he turned on the gathering mass of rocks and dust which glowed with a massive gathering power within. As he was contemplating for a few moments how to deal with this the blue dragon returned once again, latching onto his neck where he began tearing through the rock armor. Fundor simply growled in reply to the blue dragon for now, it would take him a bit to claw through the rock armor to get at his neck, and now he had more important things to worry about. This power that Fundor could feel emanating from the dust cloud meant that the dragon within meant to launch an attack soon, at this Fundor roared out his next few words, 

"GOL SOS FRIN SPAAN ZEY!"

Immediately the quaking of the earth stopped and the lava and fire stopped falling from the sky. At the same time all the lava in the surrounding landscape hardened immediately into black obsidian as all the heat was drawn out of it. The heat and energy of all the lava seemed to coalesce on Fundor's form as the powerful ward he had placed around himself gleamed a lava red color. The very air around Fundor would now be blistering hot, but it would seem the sudden re-heating of Fundor's armor would not crack the heavy plates as the ward itself was woven into the rocky material itself, giving it resilience far beyond any normal volcanic rocks. 

Fundor's armor now glowed once again as lava would, but instead it gleamed with the energy of all the lava he had drawn his power from. The air around Fundor was far too hot for Jarkoopi to continue his onslaught at the plating around his neck, and therefore, assuming he was successful in stopping Asaph's attack he would utter another part of his spell.

"Kii kos Orkiin Kun nau uth."

The spell would subtly change the properties of the cloud of ash and all the ash that now was covering the landscape. The ashes of Fundor's previous spell covered the ground and filled the air for miles around at this point. 

Asaph's aura and Fundor's tail collided and released a cataclysmic shockwave. Asaph would be thrown back, unharmed but indignant, protected by the psionic energy.

"You're a worthy foe indeed old one! Your tenacity is infuriating!"

Upon seeing the dangers of the ash cloud, Gravlor's sudden ire, Lum'Valia concern for the humans, and Jarkoopi's (belligerent) attempt to open dialogue, Asaph decided to back off. He released a telepathic message to the others, including Fundor and Gravlor. "Very well, I will go on the defensive. My bloodlust is quelled, but don't think I won't defend myself further!"

Asaph flew back and settled himself on the field a distance away. He began to chant to restore his mana. "Stahdim gol, ofan zey mul. Stahdim gol, ofan zey mul. Stahdim gol, ofan zey mul." And restore his mana he would, to levels far beyond any normal human. Sparks flew off his scales. He was building up energy for a powerful defensive spell.