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Anxiety cracked onto Fauve's face, looking down into the swirling mealstorm of steam, shrapnel and slung mud. Her torso stung as hot gases from the explosion below whipped past, the updraft messing with her balance. A sizzling iron fragment soared past her head, demonstrating how dangerous the explosion was at ground level.
Stalling, she turned back and scanned the area. Argyle was highly visible between the trees, the Queen latched onto the dragon's back as he dived under the brush. What she couldn't see was any of the Knights: the ever blackening smog was too thick to see any through.
"Where are you? where are you? Where ARE YOU!?"
Turning back to the expanding whirlwind, her keen eyes were useless against the ever darkening ash, flecks of orange becoming visible through the gaps of the inferno. The fire was getting worse, the chances of anyone surviving shrivelling with every second.
"I'm Sorry Kendra!"
Pulling her wings close to her ash-flecked scales, Fauve soared down into the wreakage. Tears blinded her vision as badly the smoke seared her lungs and nose - the acidic smell of smouldering sulphur perforated her nostrils alongside the sharp tang of metallic ash in her mouth.
Almost immediately she regreted ever landing in the firestorm: it was hard to see the yellowing grass beneath her front paws, let alone anything else. Nearly running into the collapsed boiler, she realised how futile the search was, her energy running out as heavy gases made their way into her system.
Fauve, realising she had to get out, direction didn't matter as she haphazardly ran through the dense smog. Even as it cleared somewhat, her watering eyes continued to blur the grey around her. A dark blob appeared in front of Fauve, before she smacked solid into it, shell-shock rendering her deaf for a second.
"Augh, Sir, Balin sir! *Cough* Another dragon is attacking!"
Even as the blob solidified into an armour suit, contrasting the oppressive grey fog, a second blob came from her left. Clasping her neck tightly in it's iron glove, Fauve could only struggle weakly under the hand, drained by the smoke.
"Ah, I see.. see *HACK - Cough cough*.. I see we have... a silver dragon?"
"KILL THE BRUTE! CLEANSE THE WORLD!"
A third blob joined her fading vision, the pressure on her neck and ash filled air suffocating her. She couldn't talk back mentally if they could even hear, let alone by speaking English through a Draconic tongue.
"Well boys, looks like we've got something from this anyway! Let's just get out of this smoke before we snap it's... *Wheeze* ...snap it's neck."
The three suits of blurry armour turned to face each other, bellowing laughter...before ending with a chorus of rasping coughs. Rolling smoke continued to billow from the wreckage, closing the shroud around them once more as power from the fire charged the air with electricity.
"Quickly men, that way. I'll drag the.. *Hack!* ..beast."
Giving up, Fauve closed her eyes, taking a moments rest before she was lost in a puddle of blackness.
---
Just as they began to jog from the now rapidly spreading bushfire, a pair of trees crashed behind them, impossible to see through the coarse fog. Balin glanced back, but took a second look when he saw the shadow loom from behind the smudged grey.
"My friend, that creature you carry is more valuable than a first glance suggests."
Trying to focus on the shadow through the growing heat mirage irradiating from the dense fog cover, Balin heard the deep, resonating voice travel through his mind.
"Yes, that's me. It was easy getting so close with this cover."
"Who are you, I demand that you respond!"
The two mortar men looked back at Balin, their leader seemingly talking to the powdery clouds of smog. Fire flickered at the fringes of Balin's view, the leaping flames advancing quickly across the grass and hidden trees.
"Listen to me, you must keep her alive. Sap her energy. Just trust me."
"It will benefit both of us."
Frowning, Balin nearly responded as a vicious plume of fire sprang out from the form. Instinctively covering his face for protection, the shadow was already gone when he looked back. Snarling angrily, he eyeballed the limp creature in his clasping glove.
"I guess it can be sapped instead. If not, we could always sell the meat fresh ..."
Balin dragged the reptilian beast across brown branches and grass, the mortar men leaving as they could not bother waiting longer in the foul conditions. Crackling waves of heat and fire grew, energy resonating from the flames.
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Silently padding across through the remains, the shadowy being basked in the glory of the inferno. It sensed the last of the volatile fuel was almost out, signifying it's leave towards the more sustainable burning forest. Following the slow line of now burning trees away from the meadow, it cruelly slashed trunks in it's wake, deep, throbbing laughter undertone to the crackling orchestra of dying trees.
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Curled into a ball, the pair of Wyverns shook within Steve's protective iron arms, utter darkness and muted rumblings disconnecting all three to the world. Feeling the pressure of rocks on his back, Steve couldn't stretch easily from his position.
The pounding hearts of the young could be felt in the Knight's mind, their fear suspended in the calmness of darkness. Opening his own eyes, Steve couldn't see anything either: he could only sense the weight of rocks on his back.
Lifting himself up, the hydraulics strained to lift the mass pressing on his furnace pack from their resting position. Still clasping the Wyvern's in his arms, he didn't let them go as he rose out of the rubble, opening to a grey blanket of smoke all around.
The earthen barrier of boulders and cobblestone collapsed into the hollow he left behind, a mixture of loose rocks and hunks of soil ripped out from the surrounding ground. Much of the surface on the barrier was charred or stained. His improvised shield had served him well.
While the sound of fire was still persuasive, none of it could be seen next to the blast site. Only the brown and black soil bore any resemblance to the inferno. The torn wreckage of iron lay only a few metres away, it now smouldering putrid gases of sulphur and phosphorous.
Opening up his hands, the pair of wyverns stared back , shivering together in the cold grasp of his gauntlets.
"Are you two ok?"
They both squawked lightly in agreement, before wheezing painfully from the powder in the air. Feeling the burn in his own lungs, Steve looked around, seeing only a blank wall of lazy smoke, stagnant as the billowing flames drifted further outwards.
Low to the ground, Steve took a breath of fresher air underneath the layer of smog as he moved forward, randomly jogging while bowed in an attempt to escape the hazardous air. Struggling to get his bearings, a weak pulse of energy fluttered past his mind. Zephyr and Thyra both flicked their heads up in Steve's hands, before responding back with excited *Craww!*'s.
Holding back the young, Steve felt as another pulse of earthen power waved into him from his right. With no other navigation, he followed a path around various plates of metal and boulders, the Wyverns growing ecstatic as he approached the edge of the dead meadow. It struck him that he could feel two beings through the flames ahead: past the expanding wall of fire spreading deep into the forest from the meadow.
"Kara! Argyle! Can you hear me!"
The crackling catastrophe diluted all other sounds, the wall of fire ahead blocking all sound from passing. Not giving up, Steve yelled once more, unwilling to pass the flames alone. Another pulse, very strong now, emitted from the Queen, driving Zephyr insane, Thyra highly nervous about the orange glowing barrier blocking the signal ahead.
Realising nothing could out-voice the blaze, Steve concentrated, feeling the lives of the young in his arms, as well as the two approaching creatures on the other side of the line.
"Argyle!? Kara! Are you there?!"
The beings raced forwards towards the fire wall. Even through the smoke, the three survivors watched as Argyle slammed a tree trunk down over the wall, smothering it. The Queen leapt off his back dramatically, pushing the flames back with powerful wing strokes, the pair creating a passage to run through.
The young Wyverns crowed with happiness, before rejoining their mother's shoulders to comfort each other.
"Guardian, I can say you have surpassed all expectations with mastery."
"But quickly now, we must make haste to Ya'ru. Without the assistance of water wielding dragons, it's likely the whole forest would burn to the ground..."
"Argyle, were there not three trials?"
"Morality, but you have shown that as well. You have made a great decision today - fighting one's brethren is not to be taken lightly. We must hurry, now."
Argyle quickly sent a message to Kara, who screamed valiantly into the air, before setting back towards Darius pass. The Dragon turned and leapt after her, the Knight following behind. With time to think for himself after the event, a thought stung deep into his memory, blemishing his mood.
"Without the forest here, the Steam King would only have to cross the swamps, and have nothing to stop them from then onwards.... and I caused the fire by destroying one Mech in the first place!"
"If I'm the earth guardian, then how have I helped anyone at all?"
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Drifting across her terrace, Kendra looked up into the sky, bubbles of water popping in the air with every finger point. She didn't have to consciously form each bubble, just her pure emotion was strong enough to react with the world around her.
Pulling herself up from the lapping water, she contemplated Schist, who looked like he had fallen asleep.
"Aww, he looks so young! I wish I could see his dream form..."
"What makes you wish that?"
Kendra looked around at Jharak, who was sitting on a pool edge just a terrace away, vacantly staring up the mountainside. His hair shone golden in the sun, spangling as light reflected off droplets on his hair. It was only with most of the dirt and soot washed off that his clear skin looked truly noble.
"Why not?"
"Something is odd, isn't it?"
Jharak and Kendra locked eyes, conveying information through a solid stare. Turning his body around to Kendra's pool, he continued the private conversation.
"Kendra, I suspect he is older than his body shows. If he has a past life, or is non-human, he could very well be far more experienced than he shows. It might also explain the way we act around him."
Sitting back into the pool, the Arch Mage thought about it.
It was odd that someone with fire in heart could trust someone of water, and vice versa. Feuds and petty wars between non-water dragons and Elves arise all the time, and the two could never live together.
Any relationship between Human and Elf was short lived: occasionally slaves had been rescued, but they were usually pressed out of society. On the other hand, Schist seemed to be adapting to the high energy environment well, with life and emotion everywhere.
The remaining bubbles popped, splashing water down in trickling bursts.
"I'm sure we'll find out soon enough, but let's give him rest for now. These last few days must be exhausting for him."
Jharak nodded, before returning to his gaze. Thinking to herself again, the Mage felt something amiss... as if something had gone wrong. Focusing, she could feel the playful dragons upstream, Jharak across from her, and the water and people...
Read the whole story in one day, and I must say, it is simply brilliant. The way it conveys the story of mystery, hatred, and betrayal are overwhelming. I love the way it all blends together. I love it.
Good job with the thrills featherblade, but since like chapter 10 or something, it feels like you start adding too much details than necessary. For example, on chapter seventeen, I'm all thrilled and excited since beginning until the five earthy creatures leave the scene but on the part that shows Kendra and the others, I don't bother to read them properly. It's funny either that Kendra calls fauve that worrying earlier, then without any reason she suddenly forgot the dragon-- I think it is more sense if she got distracted by something first.
Does it? As far as I'm aware we've spent several days travelling through from a mine to a forest to a swamp to a wasteland to a mountain range and then to an area with lots of pools of water.
And then a tree village.
Most of that doesn't sound like it's particularly exciting. It's the unique characters involved with each particular scene that bring life to the story.
If you're going to describe something so simply and badly detailed, then you could make something amazing like Lord of the Rings sound dull. Sorry, but your point is invalid.
Edit: I do however agree that his brilliant character personalities do bring the story to life. :smile.gif:
No, much of the physical terrain in LOTR is dull. Sorry. A volcano, a wood, a valley...
But LOTR is a fantastic and invigorating book. It's not terrain that makes something exciting, it's the people and the situations involving said terrain that provoke interest in any particular story.
Again you are putting it in the most badly detailed way possible. You're pretty much saying that any terrain is going to be dull, unless there are lively and unique personalities to make up for it.
I know this is just your view on it, but you insulted Mr Tolkien's work. I won't stand for that. :smile.gif:
Alright. Well that seems to make a little more sense. But if, as you say, all terrain is going to be boring unless there are good characters, then why mention it at all if the author can't do anything about it? :tongue.gif:
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Stalling, she turned back and scanned the area. Argyle was highly visible between the trees, the Queen latched onto the dragon's back as he dived under the brush. What she couldn't see was any of the Knights: the ever blackening smog was too thick to see any through.
Turning back to the expanding whirlwind, her keen eyes were useless against the ever darkening ash, flecks of orange becoming visible through the gaps of the inferno. The fire was getting worse, the chances of anyone surviving shrivelling with every second.
Pulling her wings close to her ash-flecked scales, Fauve soared down into the wreakage. Tears blinded her vision as badly the smoke seared her lungs and nose - the acidic smell of smouldering sulphur perforated her nostrils alongside the sharp tang of metallic ash in her mouth.
Almost immediately she regreted ever landing in the firestorm: it was hard to see the yellowing grass beneath her front paws, let alone anything else. Nearly running into the collapsed boiler, she realised how futile the search was, her energy running out as heavy gases made their way into her system.
Fauve, realising she had to get out, direction didn't matter as she haphazardly ran through the dense smog. Even as it cleared somewhat, her watering eyes continued to blur the grey around her. A dark blob appeared in front of Fauve, before she smacked solid into it, shell-shock rendering her deaf for a second.
"Augh, Sir, Balin sir! *Cough* Another dragon is attacking!"
Even as the blob solidified into an armour suit, contrasting the oppressive grey fog, a second blob came from her left. Clasping her neck tightly in it's iron glove, Fauve could only struggle weakly under the hand, drained by the smoke.
"Ah, I see.. see *HACK - Cough cough*.. I see we have... a silver dragon?"
"KILL THE BRUTE! CLEANSE THE WORLD!"
A third blob joined her fading vision, the pressure on her neck and ash filled air suffocating her. She couldn't talk back mentally if they could even hear, let alone by speaking English through a Draconic tongue.
"Well boys, looks like we've got something from this anyway! Let's just get out of this smoke before we snap it's... *Wheeze* ...snap it's neck."
The three suits of blurry armour turned to face each other, bellowing laughter...before ending with a chorus of rasping coughs. Rolling smoke continued to billow from the wreckage, closing the shroud around them once more as power from the fire charged the air with electricity.
"Quickly men, that way. I'll drag the.. *Hack!* ..beast."
Giving up, Fauve closed her eyes, taking a moments rest before she was lost in a puddle of blackness.
---
Just as they began to jog from the now rapidly spreading bushfire, a pair of trees crashed behind them, impossible to see through the coarse fog. Balin glanced back, but took a second look when he saw the shadow loom from behind the smudged grey.
"My friend, that creature you carry is more valuable than a first glance suggests."
Trying to focus on the shadow through the growing heat mirage irradiating from the dense fog cover, Balin heard the deep, resonating voice travel through his mind.
"Yes, that's me. It was easy getting so close with this cover."
"Who are you, I demand that you respond!"
The two mortar men looked back at Balin, their leader seemingly talking to the powdery clouds of smog. Fire flickered at the fringes of Balin's view, the leaping flames advancing quickly across the grass and hidden trees.
"Listen to me, you must keep her alive. Sap her energy. Just trust me."
Frowning, Balin nearly responded as a vicious plume of fire sprang out from the form. Instinctively covering his face for protection, the shadow was already gone when he looked back. Snarling angrily, he eyeballed the limp creature in his clasping glove.
"I guess it can be sapped instead. If not, we could always sell the meat fresh ..."
Balin dragged the reptilian beast across brown branches and grass, the mortar men leaving as they could not bother waiting longer in the foul conditions. Crackling waves of heat and fire grew, energy resonating from the flames.
---
Silently padding across through the remains, the shadowy being basked in the glory of the inferno. It sensed the last of the volatile fuel was almost out, signifying it's leave towards the more sustainable burning forest. Following the slow line of now burning trees away from the meadow, it cruelly slashed trunks in it's wake, deep, throbbing laughter undertone to the crackling orchestra of dying trees.
---
Curled into a ball, the pair of Wyverns shook within Steve's protective iron arms, utter darkness and muted rumblings disconnecting all three to the world. Feeling the pressure of rocks on his back, Steve couldn't stretch easily from his position.
The pounding hearts of the young could be felt in the Knight's mind, their fear suspended in the calmness of darkness. Opening his own eyes, Steve couldn't see anything either: he could only sense the weight of rocks on his back.
Lifting himself up, the hydraulics strained to lift the mass pressing on his furnace pack from their resting position. Still clasping the Wyvern's in his arms, he didn't let them go as he rose out of the rubble, opening to a grey blanket of smoke all around.
The earthen barrier of boulders and cobblestone collapsed into the hollow he left behind, a mixture of loose rocks and hunks of soil ripped out from the surrounding ground. Much of the surface on the barrier was charred or stained. His improvised shield had served him well.
While the sound of fire was still persuasive, none of it could be seen next to the blast site. Only the brown and black soil bore any resemblance to the inferno. The torn wreckage of iron lay only a few metres away, it now smouldering putrid gases of sulphur and phosphorous.
Opening up his hands, the pair of wyverns stared back , shivering together in the cold grasp of his gauntlets.
They both squawked lightly in agreement, before wheezing painfully from the powder in the air. Feeling the burn in his own lungs, Steve looked around, seeing only a blank wall of lazy smoke, stagnant as the billowing flames drifted further outwards.
Low to the ground, Steve took a breath of fresher air underneath the layer of smog as he moved forward, randomly jogging while bowed in an attempt to escape the hazardous air. Struggling to get his bearings, a weak pulse of energy fluttered past his mind. Zephyr and Thyra both flicked their heads up in Steve's hands, before responding back with excited *Craww!*'s.
Holding back the young, Steve felt as another pulse of earthen power waved into him from his right. With no other navigation, he followed a path around various plates of metal and boulders, the Wyverns growing ecstatic as he approached the edge of the dead meadow. It struck him that he could feel two beings through the flames ahead: past the expanding wall of fire spreading deep into the forest from the meadow.
The crackling catastrophe diluted all other sounds, the wall of fire ahead blocking all sound from passing. Not giving up, Steve yelled once more, unwilling to pass the flames alone. Another pulse, very strong now, emitted from the Queen, driving Zephyr insane, Thyra highly nervous about the orange glowing barrier blocking the signal ahead.
Realising nothing could out-voice the blaze, Steve concentrated, feeling the lives of the young in his arms, as well as the two approaching creatures on the other side of the line.
The beings raced forwards towards the fire wall. Even through the smoke, the three survivors watched as Argyle slammed a tree trunk down over the wall, smothering it. The Queen leapt off his back dramatically, pushing the flames back with powerful wing strokes, the pair creating a passage to run through.
The young Wyverns crowed with happiness, before rejoining their mother's shoulders to comfort each other.
"Guardian, I can say you have surpassed all expectations with mastery."
"But quickly now, we must make haste to Ya'ru. Without the assistance of water wielding dragons, it's likely the whole forest would burn to the ground..."
"Morality, but you have shown that as well. You have made a great decision today - fighting one's brethren is not to be taken lightly. We must hurry, now."
Argyle quickly sent a message to Kara, who screamed valiantly into the air, before setting back towards Darius pass. The Dragon turned and leapt after her, the Knight following behind. With time to think for himself after the event, a thought stung deep into his memory, blemishing his mood.
"Without the forest here, the Steam King would only have to cross the swamps, and have nothing to stop them from then onwards.... and I caused the fire by destroying one Mech in the first place!"
---
Drifting across her terrace, Kendra looked up into the sky, bubbles of water popping in the air with every finger point. She didn't have to consciously form each bubble, just her pure emotion was strong enough to react with the world around her.
Pulling herself up from the lapping water, she contemplated Schist, who looked like he had fallen asleep.
"Aww, he looks so young! I wish I could see his dream form..."
"What makes you wish that?"
Kendra looked around at Jharak, who was sitting on a pool edge just a terrace away, vacantly staring up the mountainside. His hair shone golden in the sun, spangling as light reflected off droplets on his hair. It was only with most of the dirt and soot washed off that his clear skin looked truly noble.
"Why not?"
"Something is odd, isn't it?"
Jharak and Kendra locked eyes, conveying information through a solid stare. Turning his body around to Kendra's pool, he continued the private conversation.
"Kendra, I suspect he is older than his body shows. If he has a past life, or is non-human, he could very well be far more experienced than he shows. It might also explain the way we act around him."
Sitting back into the pool, the Arch Mage thought about it.
It was odd that someone with fire in heart could trust someone of water, and vice versa. Feuds and petty wars between non-water dragons and Elves arise all the time, and the two could never live together.
Any relationship between Human and Elf was short lived: occasionally slaves had been rescued, but they were usually pressed out of society. On the other hand, Schist seemed to be adapting to the high energy environment well, with life and emotion everywhere.
The remaining bubbles popped, splashing water down in trickling bursts.
"I'm sure we'll find out soon enough, but let's give him rest for now. These last few days must be exhausting for him."
Jharak nodded, before returning to his gaze. Thinking to herself again, the Mage felt something amiss... as if something had gone wrong. Focusing, she could feel the playful dragons upstream, Jharak across from her, and the water and people...
But something was missing...
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Part 18!
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Good job with the thrills featherblade, but since like chapter 10 or something, it feels like you start adding too much details than necessary. For example, on chapter seventeen, I'm all thrilled and excited since beginning until the five earthy creatures leave the scene but on the part that shows Kendra and the others, I don't bother to read them properly. It's funny either that Kendra calls fauve that worrying earlier, then without any reason she suddenly forgot the dragon-- I think it is more sense if she got distracted by something first.
Next chapter pweaseee.
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As in, the world and places?
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I lost the part i was up to, and the world should be made in minecraft, it sounds like an awesome place.
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If you're going to describe something so simply and badly detailed, then you could make something amazing like Lord of the Rings sound dull. Sorry, but your point is invalid.
Edit: I do however agree that his brilliant character personalities do bring the story to life. :smile.gif:
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Again you are putting it in the most badly detailed way possible. You're pretty much saying that any terrain is going to be dull, unless there are lively and unique personalities to make up for it.
I know this is just your view on it, but you insulted Mr Tolkien's work. I won't stand for that. :smile.gif:
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Alright. Well that seems to make a little more sense. But if, as you say, all terrain is going to be boring unless there are good characters, then why mention it at all if the author can't do anything about it? :tongue.gif:
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