Void Rift (rp) - Intermission

OOC: What are my abilities as a giant dragon?
"This is interesting." I fly up into the sky, attempting to get out of their reach.

 

OOC: You have a dark breathweapon that functions like fire. If they get completely surrounded in the darkness, they'll die. Then you have claws. That's about it.
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They can fly too. You bought yourself some time, if nothing else.

 

@Exvhius

OOC: Stop forgetting about me pls ):

 

OOC: I'm crap with new pages I'm sorry ;-;
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The throw knocks the pair two the ground.
"More after him!"
A lance is hurled at you, narrowly missing. Two other draconians dive at you.

 

One meets the sharp end of my broadsword.
The other, I catch by the throat, and crush their windpipe, slamming them into the ground.

 

"Let's see what stuff I have." I breath darkness on the draconians.

"Keep them distracted, I'll rain hell down on them once I've gotten these chasers off me."

 

"Easier said than done. Well, it will be."
I shout up at you.

 

"Alright."

 

The one fuses themself to your broadsword, rendering it impractically heavy and useless.
The other's scales stand up to the pressure, and they wrestle you on the ground.

One falls out of the sky, but the rest disperse; they know what they're capable of.

 

OOC: Thirteen's structure doesn't care about weight, but I'll just not argue with you.

Before falling, I attempt to throw the sword up as much as I can, which ends up not being too much at all.
I land on the ground, roll a bit to the left, and let him wrestle on top of me, partically forcing him.
I quickly try throwing him to the right...
which is right under the Broadsword.

 

OOC: It's like swinging around half a dragon. Your structure would care.
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The plan works; both are skewered.
Only problem is, a lance does the same to you, pinning your right leg to the ground.

 

"By the way, thank you for the body. I'm sure that I will be able to serve Xlentia more effectively than being a totem." I fly towards one of them and attempt to slash them with my claws.

 

OOC: Wait, both? As in, my broadsword is free now?

"Shit."
I say, grabbing the lancing, and trying to pull it out, and seeing if it hit any of my bone.

 

They lock their claws with yours. You throw them off-balance and they fall to the ground.

A ballista bolt makes your left wing marginally less useful and marginally more painful.

OOC: Both as in you now have a handle fused to two dying draconians.
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Yep. You pull it out, but the sight below is less than pretty.
Were you a human, it'd be safe to say your leg is no longer skeletally connected to you.

 

OOC: Awesome. I'll make sure to check up on them at some point.

"Oh, great. There are too many problems with this."
I say, as I attempt to get up, using the lance as a sort of cane.
Watching out for any others that are charging, I try to righten my leg better, so that it might just work still.

 

There's one keeping an eye on you, but it seems they're deeming you 'out of the fight.'
At least they're not looking to finish you; yet, if nothing else.
(You succeed in standing up)

 

Silently sticking the lance in the ground, I prop myself.
Still silent, I wield the crossbow, and take out a Plasma bolt.
I swiftly load the crossbow, aim, and fire at the draconian.

 

I'd leave the note and the broadsword on the ground. Then I'd... Teleport to a random spot in Brisingr?
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"Necromancy is a child's tale. Don't play with me."

 

His gut melts and he falls down dead.
One comes behind you and knocks you over again, standing over the hole in your leg, blade to your neck.

You teleport to the Core, unable to think of anything relevant to do in your lands at the moment.

Maybe you could study Vesius' rapier in the Forge, while you're here. It'd be a way to kill time.
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"Literally; my daughter did this. I guess I'm not the only one who can hardly believe it. I guess if we're in a stalemate for no good reason, why do you want to shapeshift so badly? Don't you know there are other ways than killing innocent creatures to get that power, or are you all blinded by some crazy leader?"

 

"Ballistas? Come on." I say, breathing darkness while spinning around in th air.