A Dark Alliance...

<font color='#ADA96E'>Year: 3
Month: Tessera
Day: 47

Somewhere in the boglands of Manik stood a large building. This building was the biggest mental hospital in all of Ramath. In one of the corridors of the crazyhouse was a door, guarded by a heavily armed 'dragon.
At the other side of the door was a room with magically reinforced walls. It was littered with bones from different small animals, the remains of a straightjacket, and a three-eyed 'dragon, constantly laughing and shouting threats.
"Heeheehee! Listen to us, trembling fools! Release old Azkora, and we'll spare your lives! If you decide to keep us in here, we'll personally force you to eat your own legs, once the Nightmare Demon comes! Heeheehee!"</font>

 

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<font color=#444444>All the lights in the building suddenly switched off and the Guard at the door rushed off down the corridor, trying to find out what was wrong. As he turned the corner, a black mist filtered through the building and underneath the door. It twisted and turned to creat a shape of a 'dragon in biped form, complete with wide, outstretched wings. The mist grew thick and it transformed into the form of the Demon himself.. His eyes flashed as he noted the straight jacket which was supposed to hold Azkora still. He folded his arms and tutted as his wings closed slightly around him silently.

Pauj yh pauj... E shemc iyo'ba dys iyojtalv emsy u tgys yv ryshaj myf hubam's iyo? Fhus kum shet Pujc Tyjkajaj py? E fumsap iyo sy vemp Loceu mys das iyojtalv emsy u guppap kall! E fums iyo sy azgluem myf, ump jananraj fhus E kum py sy iyo ev iyo pym's kyngli...

He said dangerously in Ramathian as his eyes glinted in the very dim light in the room. Ump jananraj hyf iyo thyolp uppjatt na.. E'n iyoj Nutsaj...

He didn't care whether Azkora replied in Ramthian or Common Tongue, he could understand either. He just prefered to speak Ramthian...</font>​

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<font color='#ADA96E'>"Ajd... Nutsaj? Vyjdeba ot, ros iyo cmyf yoj faucmatt fesh tyjkajajt, ump Loceu et doujpap fesh numi yv shan..."
Azkora kept shapeshifting between bipedal and quardupedal form, although there were little difference between them.
"Ump fa huba kyngaseseym, syy. Tyna vyyleth vejarjump fynum sjeat sy cell haj ut fall, ut fa'ba haujp es."</font>

 

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<font color=#444444>He groans annoyed and began pacing, his tail flame glowing an angry crimson red as he did so. Turning round, he faced Azkora and said through gritted teeth Tyjkajajt? E UN U TYJKAJAJ! Yma yv sha Pujc Ujst ump kymsjyllaj yv Paunymt! E fell kymqoja um Ujni yv shaej fyjts medhsnujat ump las shan paul fesh sha veampt shus kull shantalbat "Tyjkajajt"! He paused a moment to think and recompose himself. It wouldn't do anyone any good if they were found because he'd lost his temper. He spoke again, this time softer. Ty, fhy et shet fynum? Tha tyompt...sutsi... Ump fhy uja shata "tyjkajajt"?

He began pacing again, his arms still folded accross his chest, waiting for an answer frm his servant...</font>​

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<font color='#ADA96E'>"Fall, uksuolli, es't qots yma tyjkajaj, Nutsaj, ros ha et tyna tyjs yv tgejes-vyjn. Ump sha fynum lyyct tynashemd leca shet..."
He shapeshifted into Sierra, with mechanic wings and everything.
"Tha't u Pujc Tyjkajaj, leca iyo Nutsaj, ump tha taant sy laup haj yfm gukc ut fall. Fa shemc shai fut kullap "Medhsnuja fujjeyjt" yj "Medhsnuja tylpeajt" yj tynashemd."
He reverted back to his ordinary form.</font>

 

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<font color=#444444>Medhsnuja, the creatures anme, stopped in his takcs and watched as his servant shifted into the female's form. Hispinky tongue appeared slightly as he licked his lips as he observed the bodice of the female. His tail flame changed to a colour of an icy blue as he thought out his plan

Azkora, E fums shus Tyjkajatt. Tha fell ra otavol em cmyfemd shet ujau. Glot... tha't baji... pujc ump pumdajyot. Ni epau yv u gajvaks fynum.. Umi fui tluba, sha glum! Vejts...

He held his hands up high and the sky outside flashed with a lightening bolt,  it also hitting an unsupecting 'dragon on the head, and the restraints of magic in the room vanished.

Azkora, E fums iyo sy letsam kujavolli... E fums iyo sy vemp shet Tyjkajatt ump rjemd haj sy na us Uqesu ym sha nuemlump. E deba iyo sfy puit ump medhst sy vemp haj ump ev iyo vuel....

He created a dark "shadow cloud" which transformed first into Azkora and then the mirror image became disfigured, loosing an eye, ear and tongue.

<B>Sfy puit ump medhst, sham fa thull naas, ull shjaa yv ot. Iyo thull mys vuel.....[/b]

And on that last note, he disappeared into a "shadow cloud" from which he'd came, but screams and yells could be heard all through the building as Medhsnuja's deamons feasted, leavinga way for Azkora to escape...</font>​

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<font color='#000080'><font color="red">Serria, and her two Dark Soldiers, Tiny and Spike were off in another part of the Manik Swamplands, just figuring out their next plan of attack on Aurora and Falcon. "So... What do you think we are going to do to those little brats?" Serria let out a cackled laugh.</font>

<font color="yellow">"We'll wait." Tiny, who was usually quiet about stuff was now voicing his own plan</font>

<font color="orange">Spike, who was aimlessly running around in the muddy puddles on the ground stopped his antics "Wagggawooga?" His meaningless word echoed through the air.</font>

<font color="red">"Wait? For what? They aren't just going to walk up to us and admit defeat, though it's the most intellagent thing they can possibly do in their position... She created a small black orb and threw it into the area of puddles Spike had been running around in, creating a loud splash and temperary rain fall.</font>

<font color="orange">Spike ran away from the orb just before it hit. "Iuga!! Guah hreh sa!" He growled in anger.</font>

<font color="yellow">"They won't admit defeat, but they will walk right up to us..." He looked into the forest in the direction of the cave they were living in. "We have what they want. Spectra."</font>

<font color="red">"Wouldn't they have tried that before?" Serria looked at the pendragon suspiciously.</font>

<font color="yellow">"They didn't come... because, then they were only two people. Now they have doubled their number to a size they find fit to destroy us."</font>

<font color="red">"Hmm... I see. We'll wait then" She stared out into the small clearing of reformed puddles that Spike had now continued running around in.</font></font>

 

<font color='#ADA96E'>"Es thull ra pyma, Nutsaj, es thull ra pyma!"
With the magic barriers gone, it was easy for him to knock the door of it's hinges and run out in the corridor.
"Move it, demons! We have a very urgent mission!"
Once he left the building, he sniffed in the air.
"Heeheehee! She's here! That makes our mission easier."
After a bit of running (and a lot of laughing) Azkora saw Sierra. He crawled in front of her, bowed, and started to speak with a smooth voice.
"Ah, Great One, we carry a urgent message from our Master. He wishes to meet you in the Mainland of Ajita, and would be most grateful if you showed up..."</font>

 

<font color='#000080'><font color="yellow">Tiny's eyes scanned Azkora. Great... Another version of Spike... He just remained in the tree he was lying down in, keeping both eyes on Azkora.</font>

<font color="red">Serria looked up. "You again, you pathetic Mutt" She yawned, quite boredly. "If your 'Master' won't even come to me. I have no real interest in the master of a freak if he has to send his little freak to get me to come to him. Be a good pendragon and go 'fetch' your master to me and he can speak to me personally" she yawned and started to flick on coming flies out of the way as they came.</font></font>

 

<font color='#ADA96E'>"As you say, Great One."
Azkora turned and went into the shadows. When passing Spike, he mindspoke to the splashing nutcase.
{Tell us, Spike. Why do we do this? "Azkora, go fetch that." "Azkora, bring me that." That's all we get. One day, we'll speak with the Blackroar clan. They'll help us wipe these firebrands from the surface of Ramath!}
When out of sight from any of these Nightmare Soldiers, he shapeshifted again, attaining the form of his master. His highly hated master.
"Djaasemdt, Teajju. E huba lessla sena myf, ut E maap sy dushaj ni nemeymt, ros ev iyo naas na us sha Nuemlump yv Uqesu, shjaa puit vjyn myf, E'll sall iyo nyja."
He flexed his newly grown wings, trying to remeber what Medhsnuja had said.
"E sall iyo, iyo'ja jaulli u fynum em ni sutsa..."</font>

 

<font color='#000080'>(ooc: Madgirl started a new thread in the floating islands called waiting... I think that's where she wants you to post )

<font color="orange">Spike stopped splashing around. He half-blinked, his eyelids not quite capable of reaching all the way over his buldging, beady eyes. "Mungaunga! Raww!" Spike growled. Apparently, he liked the idea of serving Serria, or he was just too darn scared of her immense power.</font>

<font color="red">Serria's ears turned to the direction of Spike's meaningless sounds. "What are you waiting for, hell to freeze over? GET GOING!" she yelled so loud, branches of the nearby trees shook as birds took flight.</font>

<font color="yellow">Red, still staring at him, mind spoke to Azkora. Ha. You would want Spike to help you fight Serria? Tch. Compared to Serria's power, he's a wet paper bag</font></font>

 

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<font color=navy>Suddenly over the land a mist of black fog formed and twisted like a tornado. It created the shape of Azkora's master, Medhsnuja. His arms were folded and his wings outstretched as his crimson eyes glistened at the sight of the female warrior but they glared at Azkora with an icy cold stare. He spoke first to him, threateningly and snarling Kum iyo mys py yma tengla shemd? E fumsap haj rjyodhs sy na! Iyo cmyf hyf nokh E kum hojs iyo... He then turned to Sierra and dipped his head towards her in respect. His tail flame wasn't quite sure what colour it was supposed to be, one minute it was a light red for his annoyance, and the next a cool blue for his contentment of being in the presence of such a fine woman. His curved sword with the odd looking Earth-crocodile head handle was present at his side in its black scabbard.

Iyo ni vema lupi, nots ra Teajju. E un Medhsnuja Panym, kymsjyllaj yv sha paup namt tyolt yv fhyn E'ba kugsojap ut shai peap sy ni humpt ump sjumtvyjnap emsy paunymt. E hauj iyo uja u vaujtyna fujjeyj ump gytatt sha ujs yv Pujc Tyjkajaji syy?

And with that he held out his long clawed hand to recieve hers to with he would give her a customary kiss on her hand in respect</font>​

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<font color='#000080'><font color="yellow">Tiny leaped from his perch on the tree and was now standing on the ground. He stood at the same exact size as Medhsnuja. His blue eyes glared.</font>

<font color="red">Serria watched Tiny as he put himself in position. Hold still Tiger, I am quite interested in talking to this... fellow</font>

<font color="yellow">But, Master, We should take caution, we havent a clue what he wants! We barely know that monstosity of a servant he has! A drop of sweat fell from the back of his head. He knew he was really pushing it, but he didn't want this... outsider to get a chance to pull anything.</font>

<font color="red">The tail flame that was her mutation at the tip of her tail went from it's usual whitish grey to blood red. DON'T YOU DARE QUESTION MY DECISIONS EVER!" Serria sent another ball of dark energy at Tiny,who was sent flying into his tree.

Hndh. Jaysi yndbittyfi. Emg Y heddim su vi shi vits ym Gebc Tubkibo. Muq qho hefi oua kuni su tii ni? Y wymg shyt jaysi taggim. emg Y mifib biello shuaphs Y'g tii shes epeym... She looked at Azkora, still standing there like a bump on a log. She stared at his hand for a minute, then obliged her own in his.</font></font>

 

<font color='#736AFF'>ooc: By the way, Nightmare is like the biggest known 'dragon..... so Tiny'd be a little bit shorter... *grins* he's that big....

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He watched as she dealt with the one she called 'Tiger.' He smiled, almost managed a laugh as Tiny flew into a tree. Her turned his crimson eyes back to her and listened attentively. As she palced her dainty hand in his another small smile appeared on his features, revealing his long white fangs better than ever before.

Shus fut baji engjatteba... E kuna sy taa iyo ym sha djyompt shus E feth um ulladeumka fesh iyo. E hauj iyo uja uvsaj ni gjai't uwuemsamkat. Tha dyat ri sha muna yv Loceu Jlussug ump E shemc ni paunymt kum ra yv uttetsumka em sha kugsoja yv ull ump sy yoj gjyves... Iyo ymli huba sy letsam sy hsa kynnyseym emtepa shus roelpemd sy hauj ni paunymt vautsemd, gjagujemd vyj russla. Ty, et sha Lupi yv Pujcmatt udjaaurla?

He kissed her hand gently and softly once he'd finished, his eyes not leaving hers for a moment. It was then he remembered something else..

E'p ulnyts vyjdyssam! Ni Lupi yv Pujcmatt, E fyolp leca sy suca shet honrla devs yv ni yfm patedm sy ota em sha russla ump vyjabaj nyja...

By his left hand appeared another mist and it transformed into a sword exactly like his very own, complete with a pure black scabbard with blood red detail depicting odd creatures in a ritual dance. From it dangled a blood red cord from which she could hang it from her slim and perfect body as he did his.

Et es sy iyoj lecemd?

He asked as he kissed her hand once more as the sword rose up to be at eye level and pointing towards the cold earth...</font>​

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<font color='#000080'>(ooc: you can't really say that, I think that is a type of godmodelling, which is against the rules. Tiny is supposed to be huge)

<font color="red">Serria considered his words, but also considered her own servant's advice</font>


<table border="0" align="center" width="95%" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"><tr><td>Quote </td></tr><tr><td id="QUOTE"><font color="yellow">But, Master, We should take caution, we haven't a clue what he wants! We barely know that monstrosity of a servant he has!</font></td></tr></table>

<font color="red">Hmm... His offer to aid me in my fight against Aurora and Falcon is tempting, but I'll have no control over his actions meaning he could easily turn on me... Hmm... This is difficult... Her thoughts were distracted when Nightmare offered the weapon to her. Hmm... I never had a weapon before, but I never really needed one... My claws are good enough to take out any enemy... Hmm... and he could just be trying to gain my trust just to take me out later... Hmm... Well, the weapon is of no use to me, but it would be rude so, She took the sword from Nightmare's hands. She examined it, her eyes shone red for a moment, along with the blade as she scanned it for any curse that nightmare had laid upon it, but found nothing wrong with it. She took the handle, ran on her hindlegs to a nearby tree and sliced through the tree like paper. Nothing my claws couldn't do, but who ever said I had to use it.... She walked back to Nightmare. Jaysi yndbittyfi... Hn... Vas at su ruym wubkit epeymts No wuit emg ouab tympli wui... Hn... Qhes izekslo qualg oua gu ewsib shio qibi giwiesig?</font></font>

 

<font color='#736AFF'>OOC:Ok... if you say so. Nightmare is huge though and you siad that Tiny was the same size as him... Nevermind. Just bear in mind that Nightmare is huge..

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He laughed heartily at her question and his crimson eyes glinted.

Qill, tsubn shi Ekegeno uw kuabti! Shim, umki shes't amgib uab kumsbul, tsubn shi bitygimki uw shi Pbegibt emg gitsbuo shin, emg emmuamkymp uabtilfit et shi Balibt! Fhi? Fhus pep iyo shemc E'p py?
He pasued and smiled as he noticed her glancing at the sword.

Ump shus tfyjp, es et omleca yshaj patedmt. Es kummys rjauc tokh ut kluft yj vjuel tyfjpt kum. Shet et goja Pujc Tyjkaji kynremap fesh Paunymt. Es fut kjausap fesh sha tyol yv u paunym kullap Ukygytea fhy fut yma yv sha laupajt yv sha Paunym ujni ravyja E kymsjyllap es. Es et abel feshem estalv.

He was hoping she'd be impressed with his offer of an alligence for the powers of the pair combined would be immense and quite near impossible to beat. Suddenly a sound that could burst eardrums of 'dragons or cause immense pain errupted over the area and a small creature, charcoal in colour, came out of the building behind them. It had a crocodile head with metal scales. Its hind legs were like tree trunks with odd looking forked claws on the end and its front legs were like Human arms except with spikes coming out from the elbow and eding in the claw like structure on its feet. Its hair consisted of the very same spikes but were sharper and longer.  Its crimson eyes glistened as it ran over to Medhsnuja and bowed deeply and not raising its head as it spoke

Ull dyypmatt feshem shus tsyma gluka paup Nutsaj yv Pujcmatt. Fa maapap myf?

Medhsnuja smiled and looked at Sierra before he muttered something under his breath and the odd thing looked up before it disappeared in a huge fog of blackness, to be joined by more small fogs before disappearing altogether. Medhsnuja turned his crimson eyes back to Sierra and said softly

Ty? Py iyo fums sy ra u Woaam?

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<font color='#000080'><font color="red">Serria stared at the thing. A bit more impressive than Azkora. Still thinking of how she was going to keep control. The thought of being 'Queen' was pretty hard to decline.. plus, there ought to be more of these beasts, like the one that stood before nightmare to do her bidding Hn... Ym yma tnull kympeseym. E das voll kymsjyl yv iyoj tajbumst, panymt ump fusaj abaj, ump fham makkattuji, iyo. She stared right into Nightmare's eyes. She could see, her request may not be accepted, but she could go without him, she didn't need an over sized muskrat to help her, she had Tiny for that, or his deamons, which can easily stray from one's control.</font>

<font color="yellow">Tiny heard these words.If she agrees to that thing, I'll have to obey every little command he gives me! I don't believe Serria is buying into this! He nervously awaited for Nightmare's reponse, hoping with all his might that he would refuse.</font></font>

 

<font color='#ADA96E'>Azkora had curled up into a ball, shaking with contained laugther.
"Do they really think they can take the Graders place? These firebrands will die, just as our former 'masters' did before them. Just as soon as Lukia dies..."
He suddenly stopped shaking and begun to chase his own tail, like he were a pup. A three-eyed, hissing pup.
"Lukia... It's all her fault! Her parents chained us in the dark depths. Her parents drained us of our powers! Once we've consumed their... spawns flesh, we will return to our former glory. Once that happens, we'll enslave these pathetic nioties, and laugh as they kill each other by our command!!!"
The mad elder wailed like a hyena, and returned to chasing his tail.</font>

 

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<font color=navy>The sword disappered from Sierra's hands as did the smile on Medhsnuja's face. His tail flame flickered towards the reds before settling on a startling orange..

My. E py ni reppemd. Shai ull py ni reppemd. My yma kymsjylt na. E fell fyjc ulymd tepa ros mys kymsjyllap.

This was said cooly except if someone knew him well enough, they might be able to tell the slight anger in his voice. Of course, you only had to look at his orange tail flame for conformation...</font>​

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<font color='#000080'><font color="red">Serria watched the sword vanish. She thought for a moment. Hm.. I still might be able to use him... I think I should agree for now, he never said I couldn't leave him She nodded then, her tail flame going to it's normal shade of whitish grey. Fall, E doatt ev shus et mys gytterla, E kyolp tsell vedhs ulymd tepa iyo. E fell tui iat.</font>