The Wyrm Turned, Scarlet Into Maroon

[Ibn Khaldun 7729]

 

 

The
sturdiness of the peaks served well, the great perches of the world;
overseeing the mainland Anthos cloaked in cloud and frost. The imprints
of claws were drawn up and down the peak, leading to a hollowed cavern;
the prints iced and preserved whilst the Scarlet Wyrm walked to and fro
in throes of angst as commands were throbbed forth alongside it's skull
as it became corrupted; the umbra of the Hiistguuls felling upon the
Wyrm's mind like a yoke of terrible content. Hearing the deathly
whispers, such suited for the chest of man, the Wyrm began to cease it's
struggle. Upon opening it's eyelids diagonally, the iris began to
glower with blae as it became consumed and under command; it began to
take flight upon it's second bidding. Unfurling it's wings like the
massive sails upon a frigate, the newly initiated Wyrm took flight to
have itself sail o'er the Frigid Peaks of the North;  brushing aside the
blizzard-like snows with a new warmth to it's scaly-armoured body.

 

Soaring
high over the mountain rim forming the phalanx of crags that which
Hanseti rests within, the Wyrm began to feel the mental yoke tug, the
Hiistguul commanding it towards Baile. With a dip of it's wings, it
began to lower altitude, towering over a marching formation of the
Umbra; magi stepping and the Hiistguul peering up with determination and
striking the last ounce of fear to inspire the Wyrm to succeed in it's
bidding. Bringing it's four legs inward and against it's sleek body; the
Wyrm begins to encircle Baile with inspecting eyes; it's maw playfully
snapping open and shut until it views people on the ground. Within
minutes, arrows begin to stream the air towards it, the Wyrm spiraling
downward before lining itself with the road and pouring forth jets of
molten fire upon the Roses and Baile-levies. As fire began to engulf the
grasses alongside the path, nearing the soldiers, the people began to
rush forth through Baile's walls; spilling into the plaza whilst others
climbed up the watchtower that the Wyrm decided to perch on.

 

Lowering
it's lengthy neck downward towards the plaza, the Scarlet Wyrm gave out
an ominous shriek before commencing to unleash a mass of fire onto the
town; it's eye catching what it then felt prick it's body. Swiveling
it's head to the side of the top balcony of the tower, it's bluish-grey
irises stared menacingly at Diedrik Barrow before crashing it's clawed
legs through the roof canopy in front of the man as he fell back in
fear. Snapping it's maw and clenching Diedrik, the Wyrm leaned back and
took flight, spiraling to upright itself before dropping Diedrik from
it's mouth to fall upon some of the soldiers below. Upon feeling a man
clench onto it's body as it took flight, the Wyrm flew straight for
Baile's main hall, stretching itself vertically and scrapping it's scaly
body against the building to scrap Lark Steelwall off. Wrapping around
the main hall, the Wyrm began to engulf the town in flames; sweeping
it's maw left and right as it unleashed it's worst attack.

 

Upon
hearing the multiple shrieks and rattles across the canyon, near
Kralta; the Scarlet Wyrm began to right itself and swoop down through
the canyon trying to lose prying eyes upon it. Lifting itself vertically
up and over the canyon lip, it began to fly through the streets of
Kralta; unleashing molten fire in unison with the Hiistguul's conducting
of an aura of fear that spread out across the streets. The multitudes
of tenebrous soldiers began to exit the town as chaos was thrown about;
the strelts and neighboring allies confused, tortured by the Hiistguul's
fright; and stumbling along in a town mistaken as a funeral pyre with
the screams of the charred and the visually bathing experience of ashes
and brimstone. Men and women were slain, some remained; few were even
held captive to witness what may have been omens come true and what
their eyes have never beheld.

 

Credit to DeviantArt Accts: Sansyu

 

[[OOC: I want to just say that I am glad that the reception of the event was over-the-top wonderful and even inspiring the ol' days of Aegis is great to hear. I want to make it known also that any damage from the Magic Plugin heals itself, but if there is the odd case in which it doesn't; I urge people to roleplay recognising it as actual damage. In the rare cases, I can help patch things up if in the case it looks ugly. Likewise, to all staff and players, Viper3x granted me permission to RP the newly corrupted Drake.]]

[Lark 2226]

*Would really like to ride a drake for a few min*

[Cirdanoth 190]

((Will be adding some permanent damage to Kralta, to keep the attack very much in our minds. Will scorch roofs, and maybe add a more recent ruin somewhere.))

 

A few flickering sparks amongst the thatch are doused, as Lissa tosses the last bit of water in the bucket over her hovel's roof.

She looks about, most of the flames and destruction somewhat controlled, at last. She notices Maer Hunwald and Castellan Orlik walk about the scorched roads, inspecting the collapsed homes and counting the bodies of the slain... She sighs, opening her battered door, while drops fall down from the roof, onto the muddy floor.