An Ashen Legacy

[Monkee 7369]

 

Flecks of grey and black dot the air above Talar’ikur, melding with the white snow upon the ground to form a drab medley. The ash-strewn landscape of the square behind the gates holds an eerie silence - a stark contrast from the recent chorus of steel, shouts, and beastly roars that marked a bitter struggle.

 

It had come from the sky. Idle blue-grey banners snapped and shuddered in the sudden wind, a thick black smoke descending upon the gatehouse and square amidst the piercing cry of Mali warhorns. Ivae’fenn rushed forth, cloaks of blue trailing behind them. The orders were given: “Berriran, iylanheran - sulieran - hiuweran!” The resulting volley of arrows found their mark, though the majority harmlessly bounced off of the beast’s scales - only a few managing to find flesh.

 

 

The response was swift. The wyvern charged, tearing through the hastily assembled wall of Ivae’fenn shields in its path. The cry of “Mahnihiian ihnsilan'ehya!” arose among the fragmented ranks as the beast smashed into the steel gates behind them, the Ivae’fenn turning and charging. Spears and glaives tore into the wyvern’s flesh, a lone Vanguard managing to jump atop the beast from a vantage point - driving his blade through its back and holding on tight as his green cloak billowed in the heat of battle.

 

An all-out melee ensued, the wyvern catching a few unfortunate soldiers in its jaws - its teeth sinking into their armor, before tossing them at their comrades. Another soldier managed to pry the beast’s maw open with his blade, leveraging his weapon to prevent it from closing its jaws.

 

Slowly, they hacked away at the wyvern - tearing its left wing from its shoulder. Spears, glaives, swords, and arrows hew away at its body, ripping it asunder, until at last it stilled beneath their blades. Crimson blood stained the scene, the stones of the square smashed and nearby wooden pillars splintered - several bodies of the vanquished twisted at odd angles upon the ground.

 

 

It was a victory - but a bittersweet one - for as the wild encroached upon Fenn, this fire-breathing wyvern was surely naught but a harbinger of more to come.

 

((Mad thanks to @Haunter3 for the event, it was really fun. Looking forward to the next one x))

[Monopoly 4]

Minapili stores the scale she received from the wyvrun as a memory of the battle

[NolandTheNovice 276]

Kren seals shut the latest display case of the Stolt’aroloth manor library, within it, the giant skull of a black firedrake. One more to add to his collection...

[Unwillingly 18127]

“What’s with all of these wyverns attacking places lately?” swamp-elf asks. 

[ABruhMoment 609]

Aesilnoth’s armor would be stained with the Wyvern’s crimson blood. As he lay trapped under the wing of the beast, he would drive his blade into the scaled flaps. His only option of escape to carve his way through the beast. The Wyvern’s blood soaked into his once white cloak, turning it to a dark red even black color. His bluesteel cuirass bore an engraving of a similar beast, now discolored from spatters of blood. Finally his chance from escaped reared its head, he would take it without hesitation. Now able to stand once more against the Wyvern he would give no quarter to the beast who spewed hellfire on his city. Exhausted from such a struggle he would march forth, but before he could reach the wings of the Wyvern it would fall still. A sigh of relief would escape his mouth, before he fell to one knee. Only with the help of his blade “Dawn” would he stand to his feet again. A victory, or so he thought. Out of the corner of his eye he would spot his friend, the Grand Prince of the mali’fenn collapse in the dirt. 

[Maury 411]

Zastro walks away from the corpse of the wyvern towards his Fennic apartment, a large roll of it’s raw hide hoisted on his shoulder. “This will make for some hardy book covers.” he chuckles, devising how to prepare the flesh for stretching and book-binding.

[Ioannis 1480]

Aeluin Tundrak walks around the city. He would look at the Ivae’Fenn soldiers who garrison the walls and smile. “Good good.”

[Axelu 4333]

Almithara secludes herself within the reaches of the Annungilben Manor – concern for her people paving way for creases to bloom upon her pallid forehead. 

[Chase 3793]

"An awful lot of Wyvurns out and about recently." Evar'tir murmured to himself. "An unfortunate attack, if any. Hope they recover well enough." The Chancellor and Exarch comments to his son, who just looked back confusedly. 

[Morigung-oog 5697]

“Good on the Wyvern.” Vex cheered in the company of her secretary as she received the news. Masses of paperwork were stacked behind her, though the elf’s mood had been lifted by the word the attack. “Though what next?” She asked, “A drake in curon?- oh, wait...” 

 

Emitting a stream of low grumbles, the mali’fenn minister got back to her work reforming the magic ministry. 

[osumanduas 1442]

Moved to The Great Library. It shall be sorted into the appropriate category shortly.

 

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