RP:A Promise Kept

This is a Mage's Guild RP.

Part of the Saurian Onslaught Arc

Summary: Dyraxdiin makes good on his promise to Aetherclaw that he would lay siege to the Razurath if they failed to comply with his demand that they return to their homeland. He is accompanied by Apprentice Elioyahazer and Apprentice Karasu, where they wreak havoc on a detachment of the Razurath army and their weapons caches.

The Great Western Plains

The yellow hills slowly give way to green grass as the temperature drops to a more comfortable level and a tiny stream flowing down from a very distant northern mountain allows life to spring up here. Tall trees provide shade in some places but for the most part the area is made up of rolling hills as if whatever once filled this great expanse was removed in times past and only the grass has since been allowed to grow back.

The Razurath foreign legion aka, those who were training to join the razurath ranks, on their own accord, and were not razurath, had made camp on the great western plains, namely because thats where they were assigned. Much to Aetherclaw's displeasure as he would have prefered them to be by the gate with rest of the group that would simulate the fight for the fortress. But nonetheless the forces gathered here, did retain some of the Razurath horde. Namely a .5 legion. which in this case numbered 3600. Reds were lining up and being issued commands transition from formation to formation at the drop of clicked command. Aetherclaw had recently left chartsend, for this area and had been entered the tent like most razurath commanders did, unannounced. Time was of the essence in razurath battles so, formalities were so often waved. "I assume that by your eagerness, that we are testing that device today?" Aetherclaw said, as the blue who was overly eager, to show it off, hasitly was already motioning to a trio of fairies who remained with the Razurath even after so many were freed, save for that one dragon, who well had legitimately had committed several felonies. That dragon was elsewhere thankfully. "Yes, all we need now is something to test it against. I assume by your visit, you are eager to be the one we get to test it against?" Aetherclaw shuddered, "Ah, no, no we are going to test that on whatever something inorganic first, unless some enemy just magically pops in to test our numbers, which i doubt is going to happen anytime soon." Though secretly he wished they would, it didn't take a genius to figure out that a group of Blue were some of craziest mad scientists when they were eager to test their creations. Outside of his tent hundreds of tents spiraled out ward laid out like hurricane of tents on the plains. Dark black smoke rose from multiiude of furnaces into the sky as logs were being converted to charcoal on a mass scale. The air was thick with smoke and pieces of ash continued to flow within the sky from the fires. Creating a dense smoke overhead. "I miss the valley, where charcol you could just dig out of the ground."

Dyraxdiin soars through the sky, a colossus of scale, horn and mass snaking it's way over the Xalious Mountain range from a staggering elevation. From this vantage, saurian eyes trail along the landscape from east to south and then north. He's clearly searching for something. Indeed, to the west, he can make out the gazebo in Chartsend, spying clusters of Razurath through the clouds below as they drill and march this way or that. It would seem that Aetherclaw was unable to convince his superior to back down. A pity, indeed, for the bounty on the heads of these saurid-creatures is enough to make even a dragon like Dyraxdiin sick with lust for gold. Not that that is specifically why Dyraxdiin has chosen to hunt them this day, no. The great wyrm has come to make true his promise of laying siege to them, should they choose to hold their ground. And the matter of the army, far beneath them... they're little more than ants to any regular pair of eyes. This won't do, not at all. Dyraxdiin casts his head from side-to-side, one suarian eye to look upon each of his two comrades - they straddle saddles, one on either side near the base of his neck, hanging in a fashion not disimilar to a swing. Their feet dangle freely in the wind and they're capable of moving their arms, unburdened with the need to hold desperately onto him, if of course they had the courage. The look he offers both of them is that of dire warning... Don't die. And then he points his nose toward the earth, assuming a nigh-vertical descent at a wild rate while his six wings fold in neatly along either side of his body. He bursts forth from the clouds and pulls up, grinning at the joy of stretching his wings and feeling the force of gravity hammer into his frame. But now is not the time for joy, now is the time for battle. His maw opens wide and he releases his signature breath attack in full dragon form. A terrifying display of true Saurian power, it pummels the earth, ripping up rocks, boulders and turf - the decibals alone turning all of it into a coarse, deadly whirlwind of debris, trailing in the wake of the soaring dragon like some sort of nightmare storm. The breath attack continues as he soars over the heads of the army, right down the center. He knows that they have magic dampener abilities, but with the speed at which the attack came, he hopes he managed to cut a wide swath through the bulk of the Razurath detachment before they knew what was happening - not to mention the sound alone can shatter eardrums and spread a wild panic through the masses. Disorder, chaos, confusion. Everything serves a purpose in war. Once he passes by, Dyraxdiin settles down along a bluff in the plains if only to allow his two allies a moment to dismount.

Elioyahazer has come this day decked out in his light armor, mostly black leathers, save for his left arm which is heavily guarded under such thick mithril protection that even a dwarf would be insanely jealous. The vampire received no such hindrance and sneers when the trio dive-bomb like madmen. The triumphant saurian roar impresses him. Never get into a yelling match with Dyraxdiin, his guild leader. The speed at which they travel is obviously sickening, but it does get the adrenaline going. Once they finally land Elioyazer pulls out his bastard sword and climbs free of his swing-saddle. One glance is given to Dyraxdiin and the other. “It's time.” Elio pulls a short Xalious wood totem out and attached it to the pommel of his weapon by a chain. Thusly he moves forward, into the fray.

Karasu clad in brass armor, the younger of the two spell blades keeps both hands fastened onto the saddle. She is absolutely not terrified of flying in the least bit. Her slightly green complexion is simply due to the lighting, that's all. The discomfort is tucked away in the back of her mind, though. Her eyes stay fixed to the ground, observing the patterns the creatures take when the assault begins. Despite the vantage point, the unusual coloring of the Razurath serve well to distinguish from the debris. Once the trio lands, she dismounts and clears her throat before relaying the observation. "They have--" A pause to gag and draw her swords while Elioyahazer draws his. "I'm alright. They have two weapons caches in the most south-eastern and north-western points in the arrangement; that, and the large center tent were their first points to reach during the attack. I'm going to torch those locations first." The feline takes a breath and joins the chaos, interweaving through the destroyed tents while she attacks.

Aetherclaw ear drums sealed as soon as the first audible decibels went passed the normal limit. For many razurath this was common but for the non Razurath recruits the effect was devastating as multitudes collapsed in agony. Aetherclaw clenched his teeth immediately seizing his weapon from the table, and grabbing the blue by the skin of its neck, “fire it up.” Them tossing the blue away where it rolled and bolted towards a bunker sealing the door behind it. Reds every immediately formed battle-formation drawing their spears and side arms the ruthless efficiency rapidly coming to bear. A sudden order from Aetherclaw as the came and what forced ha gathered to fave their invaders moved forward one step there staff of the front line and every other line behind them slammed there spears into the ground the mana dampeners going from small leeching to full bore as if a black hole only able to draw mana was building the area slowly drawing mana away spells and powers soon to be unleashed. Other rows behind the front lines, faved their spears towards the enemy and because of the ash in the sky distortions from spear tip towards the attackers what they struck would either be in pain, burning as the ground soon did. In the camp what troops had not gone to the front were now playing security, attacking anyone who dared enter the camp.

Dyraxdiin stalks forward on powerful legs, unafraid of spears, swords or any other weapon that the Razurath might unleash upon him; in this form, his scales have hardened with the many thousands of years of his existence, creating a shell that repels such primitive weapons as a mere afterthought. Perhaps it is Saurian over-confidence, but he cares little to dissect his own present state of mind. Instead, he bounds forth, already feeling the weight of the magical dampeners pressing in on him. As a man, there would be very little he could do in such a situation... but in his natural form... Dyraxdiin swings his tail, sharp scale to rend flesh and with force enough to send scores flying back into their comrades. He breaks through several lines like a sweeping tide, strength unchecked, filled with unbridled rage. They had been warned. He shuffles, crushing several more beneath his towering frame and knocking over a tent in the process, which quickly catches up in flame from a nearby campfire. The heat isn't even registered in his mind, something akin to a candlelight's warmth in this form. A ferocious roar is offered down toward the faces of his enemies, lined up before him like weeds to be cut. A great wyrm has brought war to these people this day.

Elioyahazer responds to Karasu instantly, raising his sword in the direction of the invaders themselves. “I'm here for them, so I will target any leaders I find as priority to disrupt the chain of command.” Eli continues his march into the desolate wastes these Razurath call home, the vampire working through his own battle calculations - moving at a human pace to hide his real speed and strength until it was time. When those mana dampeners are brought out and start gobbling up magical energy, Elioyahazer begins to laugh. It's a slow chuckle that climbs as time goes on. “Fools!” He bellows allowing his bloodlust to take him, fangs blaring, eyes red. Neither he or Diin needed magic to smash plenty of these invaders - he had no clue about Karasu. Just as the great dragon moved Elioyahazer moved as well, using his supernatural speed granted to him through the curse. There isn't a thing on this battlefield that could keep up. His path is just behind Dyraxdiin where he literally jumps and grabs the side of his tail, using it as a springboard when the dragon attacks for his own. The vampire has literally become a blur from the force of motion. The bastard sword in his hands taking out arms, heads and legs with nary more than an afterthought. Just when one might think him to crash Elioyahazer uses his clawed left hand and snatches an enemy - taking it down and bringing him to slide upon the ground; lubricated by all the slick blood of the Razurath. He pops go his feet and pulls a vial of blood to drink down healing the shredded muscles of his left arm.

Karasu crossed the threshold and tightened her stance. She too could feel the presence of the dampener without being told. Her work was surely cut out for her in comparison to the great wyrm and the vampire. Rather than take the fighting forces head on, she aimed for the stragglers, and the ones who found themselves unprepared, now desperately running for the weapons cache. Their scaly hides are tough, but training has made her stronger. The silver swords catch on the bones, but the blood easily loosens them, and soon,the weapons cache is deserted. With a smirk, she stabs a log from the campfire with her sword and places it in the center of the pile of spears. It takes only moments for the tent to go up in flames.

Dyraxdiin's saurian eyes spot another tent, further in, begin to be consumed by fire - Karasu's doing? He springs forth, landing just overhead of Elioyahazer, and crushes several people of the Razurath army. The great wyrm swings his tail again, sending another wave of bodies, bloodied and broken, out into the masses. Then, he scoops up the Spellblade Vampire and tosses him up onto his shoulder where he believes Eli will manage to find his way into a swing-saddle. Already on the move, Diin crashes through groups of the Razurath with reckless abandon, swinging his tail and occasionally flapping his six wings in inteverals to push away oncoming projectiles and gathering forces. He makes it to the now-smoldering tent and spots Karasu, whereupon he scoops her up as well, before bounding forth into flight. Soon, the trio is up in the clouds once more, out of range of the Cathabraka magic dampeners. When the sensation of magic returns to Diin, he turns back and casts a memory spell upon the image of the plains - carnage, fires and panic, spread throughout. This will serve as ample proof of the battle, though short-lived, fought today. In time, Dyraxdiin arrives, company in tow, at the Mage's Tower where he lands.