/muffled dragonforce in the distance

[monolike]

Who: Sorey (moonlike), Mikleo (nerdeology) & YOU!
Broadcast: n/a
Action: Solrius’s surface, scattered
When: 9/6 thru 9/10

[Some people are saying that Solrius is cursed. There’s a powerful storm moving around, with wind that screams and tears roofs from houses, rain that floods roads within minutes and lightning that ignites voracious fires which devour acres of forest. Some people can hear the beating of wings and roaring. Some people even swear they saw a damn dragon breathing fire and ice.

Fewer in number are reports of a boy with the dragon, but when questioned, nobody could say what his face looked like.]


(( Please see the OOC post for details! ))

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( B ) roasted bird is my favourite

[nerdeology]

[The town is nothing but a distraction for the dragon, but it's entertaining, at the very least. The feeling of malevolence swells in his domain as people see him and flee, as pain and wonder and hate and fear come together like a fine wine for him to drink in. It's all instinctual, of course- there are no clear thoughts in his head anymore, but he knows that when he roars, people scream, and when he breathes the world burns. That's enough for him.

The fire has minimal effect on him; it bounces harmlessly off of glistening scales built to repel the element, and as he turns to face Hawke, he catches the second one between his jaws, huffing out half a breath of ice-fire to put it out. The fire does have the intended effect of getting his attention, however, and with a snarl he returns the favour, releasing a strong, steady gust of his own flames. Shoo, fly, he's busy.]

[ofkirkwall]

[ Fire has no effect? Well she isn't that surprised, doesn't have the time to be the dragon's steady gust of flames surging towards her causing her to curse. No time. Swiftly she twirls her staff in her hand and slams it down into the rubble, in front of her a wall of thick ice rises from the ground shielding her - though not completely. The way is quick to melt in the face of the heat but grants her enough time to move, escape the line of fire and attack again.

Purple lightning dances between her fingers, snaking up her arm and along her shoulders. If fire doesn't do much but tickle she'll just attack with something else, she is a rather versatile mage after all. The lightning arcs off it her, snaps at the air, and she directs it with another flourish towards the beast. Might hurt, might just annoy, doesn't matter really this fly is not going to be scared off with just a little bit of flames. ]

Come on, dance with me.

[nerdeology]

[The dragon had already turned his attention elsewhere, expecting the fire to be a sufficient scare tactic, but the lightning strike regains his focus. This attack earns her a roar of anger and actual pain this time; spark lance over the dragon's flank, and he lurches to the side as if to escape the sensation, wings thrashing against the sky. He's more ice than fire now, but remnants of his old element still exist within him, and the lightning is conducted nicely over his armored flesh.

Now she's a legitimate threat, and while it hadn't caused his body much damage, it's still enough to draw him down off of the building, stalking towards her on all fours, his giant fangs bared and growling. He'd been avoiding devouring humans, for Sorey's sake, but he'll make an exception for some.]

[ofkirkwall]

Ooh, that looked like it hurt.

[ She shouldn't be so pleased, really, shouldn't grin like a madwoman as the beast turns and stalks towards her. But she is and she does, glancing around herself before scrambling to move, find some better footing. Another bolt of lightning hisses through the air towards him as she scrambles, just to keep him angry, focused.

It's a short move that accomplishes very really, with it's larger stride the dragon will still reach her in moments. But this way she can move easier, maybe weave between his legs if she gets lucky. Either way she's gonna face the blighted thing head on. ]

[nerdeology]

[He manages to half-block the next bolt with a twist of his wing, just in time- it still hits, of course, and it still hurts, but it doesn't catch him in the face, so it mostly just makes him angry. It's effective in accomplishing her goal, though unfortunately it comes hand-in-hand with him moving faster towards her, looking to snap her up in his jaws.

The downside of being so much larger and more bulky is that he's much slower than he used to be, and that makes him easier to dodge, but with all of those stomping feet (with massive claws accompanying them), it's a precarious way to dodge.]

[ofkirkwall]

[ Those jaws look deadly, certainly not something she wants to be caught up in anytime soon so she dives forward into his charge. A movement by no means graceful nor spare her any damage. She lands on her knees, skidding forward, avoiding the jaws though only to be subjected to those large lumbering feet. The claws she avoids but not the shockwave of his stomps, one of which pushes her out from underneath him into something solid.

Right, stay away from the head and feet. Fangs and claws likely to do a lot of damage, could ruin her perfect face. Can't have that.

She's quick to her feet, to move in close, lightning surging from her staff once more. By her movements it seems as though she is trying to get around him, find some way to get onto his back. Find somewhere soft and vulnerable to plunge the bladed end of her staff into, shock him to the Void and back. See how he likes that. ]

[nerdeology]

[He's lost sight of her - stupid rat creatures, always scurrying - and twists his body around, movements jerky from the arc of lightning dancing across his flesh. He spins with surprising speed for a beast of his size, wings and tail becoming weapons in their own right. He doesn't have to see her to kill her. If he can make her stop moving, then the lightning will go away, and then he can eat her at his leisure.

Sorey won't mind. She attacked him, first. There are rules, and surely if Mikleo doesn't kill her, Sorey will do it for choosing so poorly.]

[wolfuncaged]

[Why is it that Hawke can always find the blighted dragons? That's what Fenris would like to know. Not that he's complaining really. He's missed the heat of battle. After all, fighting is quite literally what he was made for. It's nice to attack something without too many whiny repercussions about it.

So, there's a glowing blue blur coming at the dragon's blind side, letting Hawke be a nice sparky distraction. He'll swing his sword at the dragon's side, hoping to meet his mark before the damn thing spins around again and tramples him. ]

[ofkirkwall]

[ Whether it is the wings or the tail that hit she isn't sure, which ever it was it hurts her hard. Eyes widen, the wind knocked clean from her lungs, and the force sending her flying once again. Her back hits a wall, staff flying from her hand, sharp pain spreading across her limbs like wildfire.

Haha, she might be in a little over her head.

She laughs, cringing, glancing up at the beast just as the sharp scent of lyrium enters her nose. A potion? No. Fenris. Catching the blur out of the corner of her eye Hawke swears, pushing herself up to search for her staff. Shit, shit, shit, Maker's blighted dick! ]

[bryces_pup]

[Her staff gets handed to her by one heavily armored Warden. Though Riona looks rather skeptical as she looks over at Hawke.]

You sure you're still able to fight?

[She glances back at the dragon and sighs. Maker she hates these creatures...]

Hang back. Fenris and I will keep him busy.

[With that said, she rotates her sword to the ready and brings up her shield before she charges at the dragon, going for one of the legs in the hopes of crippling it.]

[apurrstate]

What is it with you and dragons?

[There was a dragon and where there was a dragon, there was, of course, Hawke. For once, he was actually thankful Adalwolfe was in jail. Better than in this mess as he surely would be. But Marian and Riona were in this mess so Anders was too.

The healing aura of Panacea radiated from him, cutting off all of his offensive magic. His hand glowed blue and his mana surged around Marian, not enough to erase the pain, but enough to keep her on her feet and fighting. What if one of those talons got lucky and caught Fenris or what if those teeth ripped Riona open? He had to hold back for now, all he had were some of those mana-generating leaves from the last planet. At any second this could go horribly wrong.

Another blue flash and the fighters would find themselves covered in a protective barrier. It wouldn't last long, but it would be something.]

[nerdeology]

[The sudden attacks that follow - the slash at his side, and then at his leg while Fenris has him distracted - makes Mikleo shriek, rage and pain manifesting in wafts of white smoke escaping his jaws. He kicks his legs out, trying to send the offenders flying, or at least get them to back off a little. Their blades caused some damage, too- not a lot, as dragon scales are hardy, but he's still young for a dragon and that means he's more fragile than most. The wounds are oozing blood, slowly but surely.

He flaps his broad wingspan a few times to try and keep them at bay, a pale circle of light surrounding his body as he begins to silently cast a seraphic arte. Anders and Hawke might want to get moving: mages and healers are easy, stationary targets, and there's about to be an eruption of massive ice shards attacking them from below.]