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[EM Fiction] "The Black Dragon" and "Tiamat." The Hunt Begins Nov. 16th @ 8:00PM PST.

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    The Black Dragon.
    By EMCrysania

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    There was a time many many moons ago, when the greatest of winged creatures soared through the skies. They inhabited all of the realms and knew no fear. It was common to hear the names of Glaurung, the fire breather, Ancalagon the black, Apalala of the waters and many more of greatness spoken of by the people who lived in the towns and countrysides and feared these great beast. But as man grew wiser and time progressed fewer and fewer of the great ones survived. The ones that did grew old..and far between them the lands did spread as either they were hunted by man and slain for their hides and heads to be hung on proud warriors walls.

    Two great creatures hid in the lands above a ancient realm..far up top the mountain in a cave well hidden. They were old and weathered.Mated for their lifespan, the female had given many a egg, watched over for many moons, but in the end at the hatching, because of their advanced age, the fledgling had been weak and not survived when it had came from the shell. The Female dragon laid yet another egg, knowing that this would be her last. Carefully she mound up the where the egg lay and she and her mate watched over the nest. Dragon eggs take many moons to hatch and as the time grew near for the hatching she and her mate grew more forlorn. Fearing in their hearts this would be the last chance for a heir to come from them. On a dark eve, the old Female dragon felt the egg stir beneath her. Calling her mate, she crept off the nest.

    Both aged dragons watched as the tiny fledgling struggled to break forth from the leathery covering of the egg.They could hear the tiny claws trying to rip a opening through the egg case. For many hours they watched growing more desolate as the fledgling’s movements slowed. They feared the worst, that as with the others this fledgling was destined to die as well. In desperation, the old mother dragon reached out with her massive horned foot and with the gentlest of touches, fearing for the it’s life, took her nail and ripped a tiny gap in the egg.

    Knowing that to survive the fledgling must make it out of the egg on their own, she knew what she had done was not right. The old male turned in wrath upon her, thinking she was destroying the egg. She turned her anguished eyes to him and lay her head down in sorrow. He realized she was trying to help the fledgling instead of harm it and lay down his head by hers in grief. Slow movements started from the egg as they watched. First a tiny foot came thru the gap rendered.Then with a final rendering the egg fell into two pieces. There stood a tiny Black dragon. Weak and heaving from trying to escape the egg. The two old Dragons looked on with joy as the fledgling they soon named Tiamat, stood and came towards them. Nuzzling up to her mother..she took nourishment, then closed her eyes to sleep.

    As the little dragon grew,she retained the black color. Only once before had the old ones heard of a Black Dragon. For one born of this color would hold special powers.

    The old dragons kept her close in the hidden cave, fearing for her life. For if a brave knight saw her in flight, they were certain she would be killed for her hide and head.

    Tiamat longed to go outside and test her skills. The mountain cave was massive yet, her flying skills were limited there. She would peek out through the entrance and be enthralled with the lands she saw. Her keen eyesight watched the townspeople and villagers as they went about their works and lands.

    The old dragons would go out every few moons on a flight to gather food.Hoping they would not be seen. But alas, one fateful day, the old ones were spotted. A cry of alarm went up in the towns and brave warriors gathered to go find the hidden cave.

    The old ones pushed Tiamat to the back of the cave, into one of the hidden chambers,and stood ready to guard their child.

    Tiamat could hear the people coming up the mountain. Soon a great battle ensued. Sounds of the people yelling, her parents great fire breath.The great roars of pain and rage as they were repeatedly slashed. The sounds of the men screaming as the great horned claws of the old ones ripped at them.The acrid smell of the smoke from their fire breath charring the men’s skins. The battle raged it seemed forever, the sounds of her parents growing weaker and weaker as she shivered in fright hidden in the chamber. Too young to breathe the fire breath and her claws not fully sharp all she could do was listen to the sounds of the battle. The magical skills she possessed but not yet knew she had.All she could do was listen to the sudden sound of silence from behind the walls of the chamber. Then sounds of victory from the great warriors as her parents lay dying by their swords and magic. She heard the warriors searching through the great cave, looking for any other dragons, or the treasures her parents had collected through their lifespan.

    “We have done well”, she heard the leader of the group say ” We’ll be taking these heads and hides back to the village now. The treasures are on their way as I speak.”

    “Lets get these wounded back down to the village and to the healers. A great victory celebration we shall have tonight!”

    "Move out!”

    With that the little dragon was left. For moons she stayed inside the chamber, afraid to come out, afraid to see what was left of her once home, afraid of the men coming back. Finally the despair of loneliness drove her out of the chamber. Creeping out she saw that she was truly alone. She had heard her parents speak of others of her kind in unknown lands. Surely they could be found. Looking around her with sadness,she decided then to take flight and risk being seen to go in search of the others. For she must leave this place. Her heart was heavy as she silently crept out of the cave. Spreading her wings..she took tentative flight..headed to other lands..seeking others of her kind, and a new place to dwell…
     
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    Tiamat.
    By EMCrysania

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    Tiamat flew only during the dark of the moons, resting during the daylight hours anywhere that concealed her to the humans that were constantly on watch for those of her kind. She vowed to herself that she would take revenge on man, no matter who they were, as man had destroyed her parents and forced her to leave her lands. Her anger was great and her heart filled with wrath.She had flown many miles since that night, passed many towns and villages. She had matured and grown during this time. She had passed the days practicing her new found magical skills as the thoughts of revenge bore deeper into her heart.

    As Daylight rose, she found herself near a large town, active with people and villagers from other cities. She searched and found a hidden cave in the side of a mountain range, and settled down inside to wait until it was safe to leave.

    Her thoughts turned to her search for the others of her breed. She had saw many in her journey, being used as fighters against those that still roamed as free dragons. Man had found a way to tame them it seemed and bend them to their will. This too brought anger to her, knowing that dragon against dragon was being used for profit for the lands people.

    As another darkness started to fall, she made her way out of the cave that she had found to hide in. She had heard voices earlier,and had picked up a strange odor in the air. Not unpleasant, but unknown to her,and was cautious and wary. The voices had been odd to her in their sounds. It seemed that they were chanting words of a strange language, and looking out she had seen men dressed in strange clothing. Brown robes, their heads completely hidden, with a rope as a belt. Who these men were she did not know, but they seemed to be listening to one man who wore a white robe,who spoke in a strange tongue, then they would chant their words and seemingly wave sticks that burned and gave off the smell she had detected.

    Tiamat heard no voices, nor did she detect the odors now. Her thirst was great and there was a small crystal brooke nearby where she had saw the strange men.Seeing or hearing no one there, She crept towards it to quench her thirst, before taking flight again.

    As she bowed her head to drink from the brooke, she saw a great flash of light, and felt sudden extreme pain burning through her. Spinning around she saw the man whom the others had been listening too. His hood had fallen back, and she saw his long white beard and hair, and weathered face. He held a staff in his hand and had it raised. He was saying words she remembered hearing the night of her parents destruction.

    “Kas Vas Flam”, she heard him say as he pointed his staff at her. A searing pain again hit her. “Vas Cor Por” as a strange purple whirlwind appeared and attacked her.

    Raging she blew out her fire breathe..stopping the whirlwind and dissipating it. She turned her fury on the wizard, her feverish mind on only one thing, either she won and lived, or she would die as did her parents.

    A battle ensued between the two, and Tiamat knew this time that she would win. She too had perfected her magical powers, coupled with her rage, she turned these on the wizard, as well as her fire breath and great strength.

    Beaten down,the wizard fell to the ground. Looking down on him,she made ready to take his life,as had been done to her parents.The old wizard looked up at her and spoke these words.

    “If you so kill me beast, I will leave you with many a curse,for even in death my magic is powerful! You will have part of my soul and I will take part of yours,leaving you with partial human emotions and feelings! I will leave you rendered unable to fly, nor will you have magic! You will have to go to the humans, learn compassion,and ask for their help for you will speak their tongue! Kill me not beast or this will be your fate! For only those you despise will be able to help you regain what you will lose!”

    Tiamat stood looking down on the old man, with a mighty roar she raised her taloned foot ready to put him to his death, his warnings unheeded in her rage. As her foot came down, the old man spake one last phrase, ” Vas Des Sanct por cor wis”. The old man lay dead, Taimat was thrown backwards with the force of his words. She knew nothing for several minutes as she was dazed by the spell.

    Regaining her senses,she knew she had to leave before the old wizard’s body was discovered missing. She tried to extend her massive wings to take flight and found she could not. This could not be happening! No humans magic was so great! She shook in fright. She made a new sound and it was the sound of the Humans! She made a anguished noise and retreated into the darkness on foot.She tried to summon the spell to become invisible and found it useless.

    Crashing through the brush, no longer heedless of being seen,she ran blindly,and found a opening to a cave far from the body of the wizard. She knew only that she had to hide and figure out what she must do, hoping beyond hope that the humans would not find her. Remembering the old wizards words, she lay her head down in anguish. What was to become of her? How was she to survive with the curses upon her? She felt something wet upon her scaled face. Tears were coming from her eyes,a human emotion of pain, grief and fright….
     
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    The Citizens of the Realm are asked to gather to meet with Father Murdock in regards to the recent happenings involving a Black Dragon.

    Location: West Britain Bank in Trammel.

    Date: Tuesday, November 16th 2010.

    Time: 8:00 PM PST / 11:00 PM EST.

    He will give knowledge of what his Order has learned in the disappearance and death of the White Wizard.
     
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    Dragons of the Midnight Mage
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    There had been a Beast, he announced, an ancient devil of some primordial epoch, whose bloated and scaled form had been witnessed against the light of the Twin Moons. The beat of leathery wings echoed through the trees as Hermits performed their midnight mass somewhere deep in the mist shrouded wilderness of the North.

    Murdock feared that the Master of his Illustrious Order - the enigmatic White Wizard - had fallen victim to this predacious beast. But hierophants and tonsured ascetics - given to tending vineyards and contemplating the nature of the Divine - are seldom equipped to be travelling the countryside hunting predators and demons; whether it be a Black Dragon, a Werewolf, or the Archduke of Hell.

    Thus it fell to this armed band of treasure hunters and thrill seekers to find the Prophet, if alive, and exact revenge on his murderer, if dead.

    It was not long before the adventurers tracked the beast to her lair. But in a surprising twist, the beast offered scant resistance, and instead allowed herself to be escorted back to the Town Square of Britain. (Wise. Because we all know there is no safer place to interrogate a beast that could swallow a horse whole than the Town Square during the middle of the evening.)

    There the Dragon explained that she had, in fact, murdered the White Wizard, but it was alright now because she had been Cursed for her Deed.

    Wait. What?

    You see, the White Wizard, with his last dying breath, had managed to cast a spell that would steal a portion of her soul. In turn, it would merge hers with him, creating a strange sort of bond between Man and Beast. It made her ... 'Human.' In exchange she lost her ability to fly and perform spellcraft - the things that made her a Dragon - until such a time that she learned the meaning of Compassion.

    It now fell upon us, the Citizens of Britannia sworn to run her through and hang her head from the Castle Gate, to teach her Compassion. Why? So she can become a full Dragon again.

    (... and eat us.)

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    One might think these wise and brave adventurers wouldn't fall for such a ruse. But Lo, many of the same who had before promised the Reverend Father revenge for the death of the White Wizard were now agreeing to help the Beast regain her powers.

    Tiamat will summon Citizens this coming week to help her in her Quest to discover the True Meaning of Compassion.

    ... Meddle not in the affairs of Dragons, Brave Adventurer! For thou'rt both crunchy and good with ketchup.
     
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    Death's Rage
    By EMCrysania

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    Father Murdock paced up and down in front of the crypt where the old wizards body lay entombed.

    “Fool! Just when I had it where you were beginning to bend to my ways...you go and attack a dragon!”

    “Worse yet the dragon now carries part of your soul! It was not intended to be the dragon that acquired such!” he raged. Did you know how long it took me to organize the Order of the Light, a false Order, filled with those that had been turned away, or discharged from the priesthood, for one thing or another? Making them think they had another chance? Never knowing that they were in fact going against all they claimed to believe?

    “What time I have wasted, getting those monks to trust me enough to do my work! Pretending to be a priest! Wasted, all wasted! They were chanting my spells, not that they knew it was such, but yet, it was working! Your mind was being brought to the dark side, your soul corrupted and ready to be used Blast that dragon for showing up when it did!”

    Hearing footsteps coming down the hallway, Father Murdock hastily knelt in front of the crypt as if in prayer.

    ”Father Murdock! Thanks be to the gods I have found you!” Friar Diamante cried out.

    “There has been word sent that the dragon has been found hiding in a cave, she convinced the townspeople not to kill her, saying that the Wizard cursed her at his death! Saying that she has a part of the old wizards soul, the townspeople are willing to help her find her compassion and soul! The vile creature takes a life and thinks it deserves to live.”

    “The beast found and is alive?” He asked in amazement.

    “Yes Father Murdock, it lives, and seems to have a name. Tiamat is what it called itself,” the young friar replied.

    “Perhaps not all is lost after all. I will have to go see this dragon,” Father Murdock said with a smirk, glancing towards the crypt.

    “Lost? We lost the great wizard Father,that enough is to warrant the dragons death.Surely you mean to put it to its death!”

    “Not just yet Diamante, We must insure that we get the wizards soul back before we put it to death, if not, it will be lost” Father Murdock replied.

    “But Father, the old wizard is dead! What use is his soul now? Surely the beast must perish regardless!”

    Spinning around, Father Murdock faced Diamante. ” Don’t question my actions! Now, take me to this beast, let me see for myself what is happening with it.”

    Walking beside the young Friar, Father Murdock’s mind was reeling with the new found knowledge that the old wizards soul had not been lost. Now all that mattered was how was he to retrieve it from the dragon. For when he figured out how, he would be the greatest dark wizard that had ever lived. The realm was ripe for the taking, unrest already was happening from other troubled times. He had to move, and move fast to reclaim what he had been preparing the old wizard for.

    His soul...to be merged with the His...