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Shriek of the White Dragon of Cloud-peaks

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The air was frigid and cold, as snow laid a heavy blanket of Auril's tears along the great slopes of the Cloud-peak mountains. Each step gave off a light crunch of the snow beneath their feet as their breaths sent forth confirmations of the chilling climate they marched upon that very day. The journey was long and hard but the hardest part of it was yet to be accomplished as they trekked upward of the mountain of the cloud-peaks with a sheer determination to see to it their deed was done. Behind the suddle footsteps of two mere mortals, their quiet steps upon snow would be masked by the terrifying march of undeath and demon that walked within their stead. There was no watcher here, no spectators and no one to turn back to once their feet were in the thick of Auril's embrace. The only one who was witnessing this journey now, was her and she would be the one that dictated the speed of which their task within her domain was done. Non the less, all odds were against them. . . Battling the freezing cold of the mountain. . . Fending off winter yeti's, frost drakes, and cold blooded trolls. . . Marching through blizzards of hail and ice and avalanches that would have many see their lives blink before their eyes. Through all of this chaos. . . They simply kept marching. . . As if death itself had already beaconed them with the sweet blissful kiss of undeath, where nay nothing would condemn them to a worst fate then simply allowing their will to fade and leave their task they had set before them unfinished.

Finally after many hours of battling the harsh climate of the mountain did they come forth and witness the beginning of what could be the end. . .

The mouth of the cave, where the Great Elder Dragon of Winter is content in her slumber. . .

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With heavy hearts and even heavier steps, the group continued on. . .

Within the cave the air had only grown more and more chilling then the frigid snow filled air that danced outside the cavern. Despite this the group was too determined to leave, as their sheer will-power pressed them forward awaiting their fate within. It did not take long before they were happened upon by dragon-guard who were here no doubt but to guard the great winged elder within. With sheer might and determination did the two parties collide in battle as the dead who walked began to fall in number to their strength and magical ability. Non the less the army of the dead kept marching and through the deaths of the dragon-guard risen a-new as more fodder to the frigid flame that was yet to come.

After even many more hours of battle after battle with the dragon-guard did the army of undeath finally make it to their destination. Within the heart of the cavern upon the spear-top mountain did the first sign of their enemy grace their ear, as the heavy echo of a terrifying threat bounced off the cavern walls within. In mere moments after turning a corner to reveal a large open nest did the grace of the Elder Dragon of Winter dawn upon them. It's wings outstretched and it's head held high over-looking the small insignificant dead and their leaders who tainted it's very home with desecration. . .

A horrifying roar boomed across the cave knocking skeleton upon skeleton off balance and into ice pillars and cavern walls alike. This marked the beginning of the great battle. . .

The numbers of the undead dwindled in the blink of an eye and only two were left standing to fight for their lives against all odds. . .


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The two of them would work in harmony with each-other as Batibat took up the front of battle. With quickness, speed and grace she danced around the blows of the Winged Elder with fascinating efficiency. The Dragon would have done all it could to catch her as it attempted to bite, stomp and huff frigid breaths of winters touch upon her. Through all of this Batibat had standed tall as she continued to slide underneath, around and leap above the dragons attacks with lightning fast Ki Steps. Towards the rear Julius Baptise laid down volley after volley of heavy acidic beams and bombs. The dragons scales could not resist the hell-fire that came blasting from his finger tips, corroding scale after scale of the dragon's protective pelt.

Minutes seemed like hours. . . Hours seemed like days. . . and days seems like weeks as the battle continued on for god knows how long, likely sending after-shocked of battle cascading through the cloud-peaks mountains.

As the sun rose to grace the morning with Lathander's light, did the shriek of the Great Elder Dragon mark the triumph of those who had come to best her.

Toppled and helpless did she lie upon the ground, as the very words of an ant of a hin in the eyes of the Elder Dragon echo in it's ear that would determine it's fate.


"Bend. . .The. . . Knee. . . "

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Cerebella Dreambreaker - Insectomancer
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Larfleeze Keres Hamoa - Plague Doctor
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Batibat Kok-Lir Kasdeya - The All-Seeing Eye

"The Ruined Queen" - Leader of The All-Seeing Eyes.

"For the night is dark, and full of terrors."
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Re: Shriek of the White Dragon of Cloud-peaks

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///// Gratz on the kill, I heard killing that thing is hard.
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