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An Epic Clash Part 2 (by ERA-7)
Commissioned from the talented 
era-7!
What is this? Even as I call all the dragon magic in the realm to myself, this armoured beast refuses to bow. The crescendo of dragons screaming in agony as their power is forcibly ripped from their souls to be granted unto me, this stupid beast roars not in pain or fear, but...is that defiance? Could it even be...threat?
How frustrating. To cast him down will require a break in my concentration upon the ritual. But it is not yet complete. I have not yet torn the power from all dragonkind. Most, perhaps, but it is not enough. Not until the gods themselves tremble at my might, it is not yet enough!
He opens his wings and soars up to me. I sigh as I loose my hold upon the ritual and cast forward a claw. Dark magic, MY magic, shines upon him, slowing his approach. I cannot quite stop him entirely - to do so would require a complete end to my ritual, and I will not do that, not now that I am so close. In any case, I still do not quite wish to destroy him, not until I learn his secrets.
Besides, the holding spell, empowered by the sorrow and fear of all dragonkind, will no doubt cause him untold agony. However he is resisting my ritual, it cannot be easy. Even the most determined of "heroes" can only endure so much. With just a little more time, I will...
...but he doesn't stop. What is this? How dare he? He defies not only my ritual, but even this simple holding spell? I growl and funnel more power into it as he draws close - slow, but inexorable. Adamant. A typical warrior - heedless of danger, entirely lacking in survival instincts. Either entirely devoid of wits, or utterly bent upon his own destruction.
But he is too close now. I release the holding spell, begin to weave together some shielding magic instead. He's too close. But I am so nearly done, godhood is within my grasp. Just a few seconds more, just a few second, just...
Another scream - my own. The damned thing's blade bites through my scales, into my flesh. Blood, my OWN blood, pours out. For the briefest of moments, my concentration upon the ritual is broken as my mind hangs only on the pain of the warrior's strike.
The briefest of moments is enough. A shockwave of power erupts from the sigil I had traced. The enchanted flames grow large, then die entirely. Dark magic blasts out in a radius from us. And my connection to the power of the all dragonkind, power that would have rivaled the Beasts themselves...it's gone. It's all gone.
...that was this creature's biggest mistake. I would have allowed him to live to tell me of his secrets, then end his life, swift, and merciful. But not any more. He must pay for his insult.
It will NOT be easy on him.
era-7!What is this? Even as I call all the dragon magic in the realm to myself, this armoured beast refuses to bow. The crescendo of dragons screaming in agony as their power is forcibly ripped from their souls to be granted unto me, this stupid beast roars not in pain or fear, but...is that defiance? Could it even be...threat?
How frustrating. To cast him down will require a break in my concentration upon the ritual. But it is not yet complete. I have not yet torn the power from all dragonkind. Most, perhaps, but it is not enough. Not until the gods themselves tremble at my might, it is not yet enough!
He opens his wings and soars up to me. I sigh as I loose my hold upon the ritual and cast forward a claw. Dark magic, MY magic, shines upon him, slowing his approach. I cannot quite stop him entirely - to do so would require a complete end to my ritual, and I will not do that, not now that I am so close. In any case, I still do not quite wish to destroy him, not until I learn his secrets.
Besides, the holding spell, empowered by the sorrow and fear of all dragonkind, will no doubt cause him untold agony. However he is resisting my ritual, it cannot be easy. Even the most determined of "heroes" can only endure so much. With just a little more time, I will...
...but he doesn't stop. What is this? How dare he? He defies not only my ritual, but even this simple holding spell? I growl and funnel more power into it as he draws close - slow, but inexorable. Adamant. A typical warrior - heedless of danger, entirely lacking in survival instincts. Either entirely devoid of wits, or utterly bent upon his own destruction.
But he is too close now. I release the holding spell, begin to weave together some shielding magic instead. He's too close. But I am so nearly done, godhood is within my grasp. Just a few seconds more, just a few second, just...
Another scream - my own. The damned thing's blade bites through my scales, into my flesh. Blood, my OWN blood, pours out. For the briefest of moments, my concentration upon the ritual is broken as my mind hangs only on the pain of the warrior's strike.
The briefest of moments is enough. A shockwave of power erupts from the sigil I had traced. The enchanted flames grow large, then die entirely. Dark magic blasts out in a radius from us. And my connection to the power of the all dragonkind, power that would have rivaled the Beasts themselves...it's gone. It's all gone.
...that was this creature's biggest mistake. I would have allowed him to live to tell me of his secrets, then end his life, swift, and merciful. But not any more. He must pay for his insult.
It will NOT be easy on him.
Category All / Fantasy
Species Western Dragon
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File Size 6.36 MB
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When the hubris and superiority complex meet the cold hard truth that sink deep like a steel of axe it is always a moment of true downfall
I am not professional but the wound THAT deep definitely will soon prove to be fatal
From this angle the scene looks even more epic i must say
Dragons' dogfight is something that is see quite rare and this epic work of one and only Era definitely pushes a lot of buttons i like and provides just this
Astounding !
I am not professional but the wound THAT deep definitely will soon prove to be fatal
From this angle the scene looks even more epic i must say
Dragons' dogfight is something that is see quite rare and this epic work of one and only Era definitely pushes a lot of buttons i like and provides just this
Astounding !
I know we've had many conversations about possible narratives for a character like Arix, but I think this particular idea, that one's deficiency in magic provides defense against it, to be really interesting. I understand that such protection in this scene only occurs because of the kind of spell being cast, but it still makes for a really interesting narrative convention.
Interestingly, one of my oldest ideas for him was to make him untouchable by magic. I eventually scrapped the idea because it cut off too many possibilities - it completely killed the possibility of opposing mages as a threat, as well as assistance from friendly mages.
Again, I like that the resistance to this magical spell relies so much on specific contacts. That said, the talent to be entirely immune to magic sounds like an interesting idea if executed correctly, especially the bit about not being able to receive magical assistance.
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