BROTHERS || A Duel of Dragon and Man

[Pallodium 3775]

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Art by Unbaed

 

The stagnant heavens spilled gleaming light over the tattered realm; Hohkmat’s scorched remnants utterly devoid of life. The lights shone upon crimson ichor- strewn from pavement to stairway, scorches of azure flame battering the walls further yet. A duel’s closure, remnants of a bloody conflict between man and dragon incurred what remained.

 

A conflict that had spanned nations. A battle which surged through the clouds and land alike, the ether-laden melded with the terrain. A spar which bound mortalkind, draconic, and holy unto one story- a holmgang.

 

The following is a roleplay screenshotted from the PK duel. It has been split into parts to make reading it more easier.

 

 

P R O L O G U E :

JUSTICE

 

 

 

A C T   I :

HAENSE

 

 

[ T I M E   I S   D E A T H ]

 

 

 

I N T E R L U D E :

NUMENDIL

 

 

 

A C T   I I :

THE HOLY RUINS

 

 

 

I N T E R L U D E :

GAMLING & ELUITHOLNEAR

 

 

 

A C T   I I I :

HOLMGANG

 

 

 

E P I L O G U E :

RAGUEL

 

 

[ W H E R E   I S   H E ? ]

 

[ W H E R E   I S   T H E   N E P H I L I M ?]

 

 

[ J U S T I C E  ]

 

[ J U S T I C E  ]

 

[ J U S T I C E  ]

 

 

 

Man and dragon, each equally wounded- slowly recovered.

A holmgang for the ages, a duel which would never be forgotten.

Izel. Konan.

BROTHERS.

 

F I N

 

 

 

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[King_Kunuk 3022]

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It was painful to get all those screen shots. But I am so glad I did!

The sorcerer of Tor'Preath would take time to appreciate the beauty of the duel. Of how brotherhood and honor can prevail over bloodshed and death.

[DahStalker 3692]

Houri now Ljúfvina still held a sore spine from carrying the big-backed Izel. However, she pondered that duel still, and what it represented. 

[Herod 1417]

A bygone soul consumed by the realm of the Courageous Angel persevered its lamentations of the struggles of man and dragon. It could only watch.

 

The assembled hazel branches were fresh and well placed, but it knew it made no difference when combat supersedes poetry and becomes a mad struggle for death.

 

 

The soul watched in a stark and shadowy silence as the man it saw as a son embattle with destiny and revenge for the life of old.

 

 

Light flickered from a place of worship in the lands of the Holy Regency, darkening thereafter.

 

 

[mothsthetic 2250]

With hands clean of blood that never stained them, an old man unaware of the events that transpired in the magi ruins lights a cigar. Perhaps, if he did know, it would bring him peace. Instead, he is left with the cloud of smoke that is exhaled into the night sky. Someday, maybe.

[winterblood 11181]

dont forget to credit my pixel art ;(