Roleplay

It is well known that humans were created by the spirit of the Sun and the day, alongside everything that dwells among them. For hundreds of years the world has been mostly at peace, save a few petty wars between humans; the trees and forests thrive, and the cities grow every day. But for anyone living outside the cities, the nights tell a different story...

A dragon awakens in the mountains of Dragontooth, drawing adventurers from all over the map to see the creature of legend. A small group, setting out from the Southern Cities, find the mountains awakening in the dawn of a New Era: the return of the Spirit of Night. But when the Spirit is broken from their cage, they tell a different story of history, and the rivalry between the brothers of Night and Day.

The Seraphim of the Day Spirit turned on the party, and in the battle that followed a lone Seraphim found himself caught in the temptation of something much older, and much more dangerous; the God of Power. With the energy of both Spirits locked in battle, the Seraphim freed the God, and the desolation of the Living World begins.

• Please don't Godmode (take over someone else's characters. This includes important NPCs, but not unimportant NPCs. You can bring in your own NPCs if you want!)
• Here's the OOC Thread
• Here's the old thread (PART ONE), you do not need to read it.
• Anyone can join!! Your character can be anything, mythical, normal or your own invention.
• Before anything permanent happens to any characters, we'll discuss it (and say yes/no to the idea), it won't be sprung on anyone.
• If you need gore tagged, say before you join and we'll add warnings to the top of posts that include it. This extends to anything else you need tagged.
• This rp is in a fantasy, non-modern setting.
• Jump into the OOC thread to make a character and join ^^

The ground was collapsing under them as they ran, the wall of power approaching too much faster than they could go. The wolf snarled, leaping into the air and starting to change, merging into the energy that then reformed into a dragon, stretching its wings out to catch the air. Its scales were stunning iridescent blues and greens, its size smaller than the largest dragons, but much more agile and sleek. Its eyes glowed white, the one secure indication of who it was.

It shrieked a dragon's cry to the clouds, twisting and plunging down towards Valdis, wrapping its tail around her and the others, dragging them into the air as it twisted again, rising on the wind and lunging over the peak of the mountain the second the power hit it. The mountain exploded below them, the ancient weight of its stone plunging and tumbling down into a rift that was widening below them as they watched, falling into pure darkness where Valdis had been a moment before. The dragon folded its wings to speed up, diving and swerving through and over the peaks, fast enough to make it impossible to breathe, the air knocked out of all of them by the sheer speed of flight.

The wall of power was still approaching faster and faster until it was almost skimming Valdis and the dragon's tail, the raw energy it contained enough to create a complete void of anything that touched its deadly forcefield. The dragon beat its powerful wings, trying to pull ahead, the power getting closer and closer until it skimmed against Valdis' fur and the dragon's scales, searing where it did, until with a ground-shattering bang it stopped expanding and the dragon shot away like a bullet.

The dragon soared over the wilds; hills and valleys further than anyone venturing from the cities had ever been before. New terrain flew by beneath them, thick, ancient forests merging into swamps and smaller mountains; far, far away from the cities, and home.

Behind them, the rift where Dragontooth used to be hovered over the land, the field of power visible for thousands of miles. Nobody left in the radius would have survived.

They passed lands it seemed impossible for any humans ever to have been; marshes and swamps with mangroves growing so thickly they could be used as walkways, with giant snakes slithering through the waters; stony landscapes with beautiful acid pools, snow-covered woods and plains and forests where it never stopped raining.

The dragon eased itself to a more comfortable speed, twisting its tail to deposit the group of them on its back as it finally descended into the raining depths of a forest far from home. It landed on the ground with a thump, lowering its head and closing its eyes, allowing them to get off its back.

This forest was dark; not quite the dark of night, but the dark that comes with never ending storms and clouds so thick they cover almost all the light from the sun. Rain hammered miserably onto the undergrowth, the canopy blotting out what little light there should have been. Rivers ran freely through, the sounds never too far away, and the sounds and calls of strange creatures echoed through the trees.

It was cold and unpleasant, but not quite as unpleasant as the far away void where the jaws of ancient Dragontooth had once been.

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Alotte limply laid on the back of the dragon, the nighthawk's body barely moving as it's feathers rippled slightly. Her mind was full of small thoughts, and she went a bit stiff.

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Jake was not too excited about this scenery change, and coughed lightly as he glanced around. He wasn't very happy by this dragon, and slapped a bug away from his arm.

"Something else was in the mountains, waiting like I was..." It trailed off, thinking. "The God of Power has awoken. Somehow we..." It growled. "I can't talk like this." It merged into the energy again, taking longer than usual before emerging as a person.

It - she, wore a simple shirt and trousers, strangely for what would be imagined of the Night Spirit himself. She had short, wild hair, lighter than Aerik's, and her eyes glowed white. She had a sword slung across her back. It looked surprisingly normal. She narrowed her eyes, not backing away from Valdis. "You should shift. I know what you're about to do."

Alotte felt her mind slowly unblur, and she lifted her head, stretching out her body with a squeak. "What the hell is going on?" She choked out as she glanced around. Suddenly, everyone was bigger then her? All that came out though was a large screech, before she bared her wings slightly.

"IS THIS SOME SICK JOKE?!?" She screeched out again, flapping her wings angrily.

"Dragontooth is a long way away from the cities. Only the people around the mountains will have been wiped out, or affected at all, hopefully." The Night Spirit watched Valdis pace. "Change back. Now."