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Post by Zephyros on Aug 3, 2014 13:45:20 GMT -5
It would seem the Great God Dragon does not know when it is defeated.
It made Him wonder: What would happen if one half was destroyed.
Plots from the underworld seemed thicker than gravity itself.
These plots have been enacted since the second jewel fragmented landed in the Emerald Forest. They hoped the shattered jewel would be the end of the Dragon, but They were wrong.
The Boy was born. It was materialized from the Great Tree itself. It was now time to destroy him
Tracking down Sol-lu was effortless. The Sylaveans regaled in the boy's coming, and turned his birth tree into a great Temple: Once a beacon of hope, now a target for Dekubus.
Her sentinels moved swift and silently, like crows in the night. They stalked the boy since his first coming and watched over him from the shadows. As he grew, they reported his every moment. His every word; his every breath. The boy did nothing without Dekubas knowing about it.
His powers began to grow and manifest as he practiced. Regrettably, he was becoming stronger at a far more accelerated rate than They predicted. It was now time to deal with the God.
The dark Angel's servants approached Sol-lu in Elven form. Undeniable in their Elvish heritage, they spoke of the mysterious Dracomacers who once trained Fol-lu; the 1st half of the Dragon God. They weaved tales of the Dracomacers' hideaway deep in the Highlands to the south. If anyone were to know about Fol-lu's whereabouts, it would be these ancient souls.
"Set out to the Highlands," The Elves demanded. "There, your greatest fate awaits!"
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Post by Sol on Aug 3, 2014 17:19:55 GMT -5
Sol-lu strolled along the mountain path without a care in the world, eager to investigate this tip he received from a few of the elves. He walked along a small mountain path which wound haphazardly throughout the mountains. The path lead him into a deep valley for now, running along side a river. He found great happiness in discovering all the new wildlife of the mountains as he walked along, from the mountain goats to the fish that swam in the river they all intrigued him. The orcs on the other hand seemed less than excited to see him when they encountered him. Sol-lu tried to reason with them, but in the end he regretfully had to incapacitate them for a while as he made his getaway. For now however he encountered no resistance as he continued on down the path.
If it was true that these individuals trained his predecessor they must surely know where Fol-lu was. Finally he would be able to meet his brother. This was somewhat exciting to the young god, who was mostly oblivious as to any foul intentions anyone might have. Sol-lu liked to give everyone the benefit of the doubt, he did not worry because he figured he could get himself out of any trouble he might get into. Even if the tip was not true, what other choices did he have? This was the only lead so far. Therefore, shortly after receiving the tip he knew he would be going, starting his journey by disappearing in a flash of green light after revealing his true identity as an incomplete reincarnation of the great god dragon.
He knew the fact that he was part of the god dragon from birth, along with his name. He often wondered how it came to be that the God Dragon was fractured in two creating him and his brother, he had many questions to ask once he found him. Not even Sol-lu's extensive ingrained wisdom knew everything. For the last three ages, in fact, he was hurtling through the void and since then the world has changed a lot.
Soon, Sol-lu would reach his destination according to the elves. They claimed the Dracomancer's hideaway would be three day's journey along the trail. Sol-lu hoped it turned up soon, as he was already more than half-way through his third day of travel through the highlands.
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Post by Zephyros on Aug 5, 2014 11:22:49 GMT -5
A single crow, black as death itself, bolted from a nearby bush and took to the sky. It whipped past Sol-lu's face in passing. As an ominous shadow, it acted as a guide to the Dragoon. It shed feathers of rot and created a path for the long-haired Elf. Its mission was simple: lead the Elf to his destination. The winged creature cried out as all crows do. It cooed and cawed as it sailed through the air; a dark stain on the otherwise green plains.
The highlands, usually a loud and active area full of herbivores and their natural predators, was oddly quiet on this cool afternoon. The deer that traverse the plains in large family groups were nowhere to be seen. Birds that usually filled the skies kept tucked quietly in their nests. But the most surprising were the Orcs. They owned this territory. Nobody was allowed to traverse their lands without proving themselves to the many different tribes that called this land their home.
There was one figure, however. A figure tall and lean with lemon-drop skin and hair as silver as the tail of a cosmic meteor. The figure stood; more proud than any mortal to traverse these lands. A mix of royal reds and purples colored his outfit. A crimson bodysuit laid tucked beneath a deep purple bodyvest with sleeves that covered his long arms and tucked into the powerful gauntlets that encased the man's clenched fists. It was an ancient type of dress worn by nobles of the 4th age. Wrapped around the man's waste he wore the emblem of the God-Emperor of himself as a belt-buckle.
A picture-perfect image of the God-Emperor himself; Fol-lu stood in his full glory facing down the approaching Sol-lu. His face was heavy in concentration; piercing golden eyes ripped through space and time as they leered towards the God Dragon's other half. It had been longer than a millennia since Fol-lu had united the kingdoms of Azoria. It had been more than a millennia since his presence graced the world beneath his feet. It had been more than a millennia since the Ultima, the Apex, the Great God Dragon had a seat of power in the world of Azoria.
Yet this reunion of brothers; twin halves separated by jealousy, treachery, and time itself, seemed cold and stagnant. There would be no hugs, no tea, no happy reminiscing of each-other's past. No kind words would be exchanged between the two. The gauntlets Fol-lu adorned were the braces of war. These armaments were only placed on hand whenever he left for battle. They channeled his overwhelming will and commanded all enemies to surrender beneath his otherworldly strength.
Sol-lu would be no different.
Brother or not, he was a threat to the world in the eyes of this False God.
Perhaps only a true demi god could see through this guise. The Fol-lu that stood within these highlands did not possess the radiance of a true god, nor the breath of a ruler. Its heart was empty; vacant of emotion or reason. Its eyes stared through the universe into a vacant void, as if they had no target. Its breathes were null. Its body was cold. Everything about this Fol-lu was off; an insult to the one true original. Its presence was an insult to everything the original God Dragon had created for Azoria.
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Post by Sol on Aug 10, 2014 0:07:27 GMT -5
As Sol-lu continued on, he made careful note to follow the black crow that beckoned him to follow. The elves had said to follow the crow, who would lead him to the dracomancers, and then Fol-lu. It was an odd creature, however. It's black feathers seemed to have an even darker shade of death lurking beneath its ebony feathers, and its beady eyes were even more ominous. The sight of the bird troubled Sol-lu for the first time in his life, was there really wildlife corrupted by darkness? He wouldn't believe it, and if it was true he hoped to save all the poor animals who had fallen into such a state once he found his brother.
The bird itself seemed to even scare away all other life around the young god. Ever since the crow had joined his company not even the orcs, who were usually eager to fight were seen much at all. These signs would normally be a dead give away to turn around, that something was not right. Sol-lu's live was too sheltered for such notions to cross his mind however, he was going to see his brother for the first time, that was all he cared about. After over a thousand years of drifting through the void he had forgotten much of the past, and could only work with vague knowledge he had retained and the present.
Just when he thought he would never reach his destination he saw him, a figure with silver hair and golden eyes staring down at him from ahead on the mountain path. He stood strong, his arms hung at his sides with his fists clenched in a powerful posture. Somewhat excited to have finally reached his destination he ran up to the figure smiling brightly, "Are you one of the dracomancers?" As he said the words though his exciting expression would disappear though, replaced by a somewhat confused one. This figure, he could not sense any life from it, no energy, no nothing. It was if he wasn't there, what was it? It felt just like the crow. For the first time Sol-lu felt suspicious, but it was probably too late. "Erm, what are you?" he said, narrowing his emerald eyes as he took a small step back.
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