Roleplaying

Tungsten cheered with the other dragons among the ceremony. He told of his mission to his liege, Frozenflame Rex. "Excellent job, my Sapphire Apprentice," said the Ice King. He placed a fatherly arm over Tungsten with a hardy laugh. Tungsten chuckled, watching the Rex swig down a goblet of tasty mead. Tungsten laughed at the Desert King's embarrasment before the thunder of dragon within the room. "Good one, Tyrann Rex," said Tungsten, nodding at Thantos's son. He walked over to Kitsune. "I don't believe we've officially met. My name is Tungsten the Frost, son of the late Marino Rex and Queen Aquesa of Jettilis," he said, bowing before her. "I am the Head Guard of Frozenflame Rex's army and want to congratulate you and my former apprentice/student on a job well done," said Tungsten. He looked over at Tyrann. "Take care of this one, eh, Tyrann?" asked Tungsten, winking at the king.

He chuckled before turning to go. As he did so, he spied Hammish Rex and Queen Electra talking with five of their respective guards. Tungsten had to do a double take, as if his eyes were playing tricks on him. Among the five guards was red dragon smaller than the rest. A mighty kitana with a crimson and purple handle was resting in the dragon's scabbard, a red right forepaw sitting on the pommel. Red mail adorned the dragon's slender, more fine-figured body. Tungsten gasped as he saw the red bands wrapped around the intruder's neck, tail, and sword. "No," said Tungsten. It was the Volcano Colony intruder from the ruins. "What is that cursed dragon doing here?" he whispered with a growl. Tungsten made his way over to the Scorch Dynasty dragons. He watched as they finished their conversation, the dragon from the ruins bowed to Hammish Rex and his queen before heading to the doors.

Tungsten quickly slipped past the other dragons, unseen. He reached the doors, grabbing the dragon and exiting the doors as he muffled the dragon's grunts. Tungsten flew over to a corner, slamming the dragon's back against the wall before ripping the Tidal Sword free from its case. He held the blade against the neck mail of the red dragon, holding the dragon tight against the wall. "Bet you weren't expecting to see these blue scales again, eh?" asked Tungsten, pressing harder. "You again?" asked the dragon, voice still muffled by the helm. "I knew I'd find you again," growled Tungsten. "Now, give me one good reason why I shouldn't behead you where you stand?" he asked. "Let me explain," said the other dragon. "Yes, but before you do, let's see who's under this helm," said Tungsten. He went for the dragon's helm, but the red dragon was quick, spinning and ducking, shooting out of Tungsten's reach and strength.

Tungsten stumbled into the corner but whirled suddenly, the tip of his blade slicing the neck mail of the red dragon as the dragon tried to flee. This caused the Volcano Colony dragon to stumble over, with Tungsten pouncing. He side flipped, with his tail slamming into the intruder's jaws. The intruder yelped, with the helm flying off and clattering off the floor. Tungsten tackled the dragon once more, holding his foe to the floor. He raised his sword, ready to deliver the final blow, but halted his actions. With the helm off, he now received an up close look at his opponent's face, and it made his heart skip a beat. He was wide-eyed, shocked and astonished at what his eyes were resting upon. Staring back at him, and the reason for the slender and fine-figured body, was a ruby scaled dragoness with citrus colored eyes. Upon her head were two crimson horns that were at least eight feet tall. Her neck mail fell away from Tungsten's sword attack, and he saw five medium sized rubies on either side of her neck, trailing down and stopping at her throat. The inner scales of her neck, throat, chest, and stomach appeared to be a paler color of her outer scales. Tungsten saw the dragoness's claws for the first time. They were a glittering, snow white color, poking out of her metal gloves. She looked up at Tungsten, arching her neck to do so.

"Y-You.....You're a fe-female," Tungsten stammered. "Of course I am," growled the ruby dragoness, embers beginning to fly past her white fangs. Tungsten knew the dragoness's spinning flame move was fast approaching. His wings launched him backwards, letting him rise fast the dragoness stood, rocked her head back, and released a fiery blaze of red and orange flames. Tungsten held up his forearms, bracing for the attack. Suddenly, the Tidal Sword vibrated in his grasp. It glowed blue, with the gemstone at the pommel of the sword sending a rushing and sudden viel of glowing blue water surrounding around Tungsten. The water viel spun around him, acting as a shield and forcefield as the flames slammed into it.

The flames dispersed quickly, with the viel disappearing. Tungsten landed on his hind paws, sheathing his Tidal Sword before looking at the dragoness. "Who are you?" he asked, still shocked at what he found.

"I am Lavana the Scorch, Torch Spy of Hammish Rex," growled the female. No doubt she was angered her cover had been blown and identity discovered. "Lavana the Scorch," repeated Tungsten, standing nobly. "Sounds like a campaigner name," he said. "I served for fifty years, Blue Devil," snapped Lavana. Tungsten froze, a frown appearing upon his face as he thought back to Yahnsey calling him the same thing. "What did you just call me?" he asked, lowering his neck as he locked his eyes on the dragoness. "You heard me," replied Lavana, feeling the air in the room changing. "Blue Devil fits you more," she hissed. "...I really don't like that name," snarled Tungsten, his claws finding purchase upon the flags. "Oh please, I don't give a rat's carcass about your interests, Blue Devil. Just know to stay out of my way!" spat Lavana. Quick as a flash, the icy breath surged free from Tungsten's throat and jaws.

Lavana's flames leapt from her jaws once more, with her spinning and flying forward into the icy move. She sped through as Tungsten jumped forward, both of them tackling one another in a collision of water and steam. They went into a roll and then a wrestle for dominance, snapping and biting at each other. They growled and snarled, buffeting each other with their wings. Tungsten was careful not to knock over anything, and the same with for Lavana. The two slammed through a corridor, rolling down a flight of stairs before flying into a pile of pink flower petals and leaves. Tungsten was on top. Lavana was below him. He had her pinned to the ground, baring his fangs in a heaving growl. Lavana was also breathing heavily, her eyes locked with his as she struggled against his weight. "Aquatic fiend," she growled. "Drylander," snapped Tungsten.

The two continued to growl at each other until Lavana gave up the struggle, collapsing back and allowing her forearms to be pinned down. "Ugh," she growled, rolling her eyes at Tungsten. Tungsten smirked. "Not so bold now, are we?" he asked. Lavana looked at him, her top lip curling to growl at him once again. Tungsten chuckled. He then looked around, noticing where they were. "Ah, the Garden of Eve," he said, breathing in and exhaling. "A peaceful sanctuary for Kais," he said. Lavana looked around as well, noticing the pink flower petals and leaves falling around them. Tungsten noticed them too, feeling his anger disappear. He looked down at Lavana, who was taking in the breeze with her eyes closed. She opened them and caught Tungsten staring. Tungsten cleared his throat and looked to his left, eyeing two birds chirping together. Lavana suddenly smiled, feeling the blood rush to her cheek bones. Tungsten saw this out of his peripheral vision before noticing two bumble bees buzzing around each other.

He stared down at Lavana. "Lavana the Scorch," he said. "I am Tungsten the Frost," said the Water Dragon. Lavana batted her eyes, her tail suddenly intertwining with Tungsten's. "Tungsten the Frost, nice to meet your acquaintance," she said, her tongue snaking out to lick Tungsten's right cheek. Tungsten shivered from the warm touch, buckling down and almost collapsing on Lavana. Lavana smiled. "I...do apologize for our...rough start," said Tungsten. She silenced him with a white index claw to the tip of his jaws. She slipped from underneath him, her tail sliding against his lower jaw and chin as she walked off saying, "Just follow me." Tungsten watched as she disgarded her battle armor and slunk off into the garden, eyeing him with those gorgeous eyes. Tungsten grinned, following after her after shaking his sapphire scales. He caught up with her, with the two slinking off with their tails twined together as night fell.

Nightling sensed the ruckus and put her garb back on like she was supposed to... She saw the scuffle and noticed the desert rex sitting there watching her. She shuddered and the bells tinkled... Sparky shot the rex a dirty look and covered Nightling with a wing. She nuzzled him purring and got back to watching the exchange with Tungstine... She was confused and the she dragon was raising the temprature again without meaning to... Sparky started siphoning the heat trying to cool the room back down again making his markings glow and heat up to the point where Nightling had to step away from him before her garment caught fire...

The green advisor had been searching for hours for Master Tungsten. "Oh what am I to do? I cannot find this dragon, whom, according to his size, should be rather easy to locate. I can't go back to Tyrann without finding Master Tungsten. Oh well. The search must continue." Nermandor stated with his characterisitcly irritating determination. On the plus side, there was one thing that huge horn on his face was good for. Tracking. The large horn allowed for a very heighten sense of smell in the Green Horned Forest Dragon. As Nermandor scouted the base of the castle, he picked up the scent of the sapphire dragon.

Following the scent, a smell best related to snow, Nermandor made his way into the Garden of Eve, a sanitary for kais. He tracked the scent right into the building, a field of pink and white flowers clogging his nostrils.

"Ah flowers!" Nermandor shouted as his puffed the flowers from his nose. "Puh puh puh!" The flowers came shoot from Nermandor's nasal cavity, creating a snot missile. "Good heavens.." The green dragon exclaimed, a bit embarassed by the boogie torpedo.

Shaking off the event, Nermandor continued to track th scent, now accompanied by another, a female scent. 'What is the old boy up to?' He thought. Finally he had found Tungsten, getting ready to engross himself in the said female.

"Alas! Master Tungsten! I do apologize for my, em.." Nermandor cleared his throat, "...intrusions, but Tyrann Rex request your prescence in his castle. I am unsure of his intentions but, uh yes. Will I show the lady to a room in the castle? Im sure that is what the King would want." Nermandor respectfully stated to Tungsten, quickly turning on his heels to escape the very bar assume situation he'd pit himself into.

Nightling had to help Sparky dissapate the heat she told him just to do a controlled blast into one of the dang fireplaces... Well it worked and poor Sparky had to cough to get rid of the smoke... The desert Rex commented Sparky was a weakling and Nightling looked over at him... "You are not a fire elemental shade what Shadow Sparks just did is actually very difficult to do..." Sparky said "I should so 'accidentally' set him on fire..." He said it quietly so that only Nightling could hear him and she had to fight the urge to laugh...

Tungsten awoke the next morning, yawning as he did so. His large white fangs glistened in the morning light, stretching his wings and body. Cracking his neck this way and that, he surveyed his surroundings. He suddenly felt a warm body against him. Tungsten looked down, noticing the ruby red scales rising and falling against his body. Tungsten smiled as he remembered his doings with Lavana the night before. He arched his neck to peer at his back. Eight fading red lines laced his scaled back. He then looked at his left shoulder, noting the imprints of strong fangs. Finally he noticed the three fading red lines upon both his thick thights. The heavyweight Water Dragon smiled, shaking his head. "An animal indeed," he said, looking down at Lavana. She was sound asleep, smiling as she dreamed, nuzzling closer to Tungsten as she gripped his right wing over her like a blanket.

Tungsten heard her crooning in her slumber, a sign that she was comfortable and satisfied. He blew the pink flower petals and pink leaves off of her back, which was stained with the grass and dirt of the Garden of Eve. Before Tungsten could say good morning to her, he felt the presence of another creature, a male dragon. Tungsten instinctively went on the defensive, feeling threatened by the newcomer. He looked up, his claws gored into the dirt as he was ready to pounce on the dragon. "Whoever you are, prepare for the worst," he growled. Tungsten thought it was another intruder, this one more dangerous than the one he'd just hooked up with. Tungsten arched his neck to see who was approaching, having heard whoever the being was sneeze. Tungsten held back a laugh, knowing the flowers and leaves had a very nice certain scent to them.

"Alas! Master Tungsten! I do apologize for my, em.." the Green Horned Forest Dragon cleared his throat, "...intrusions, but Tyrann Rex request your prescence in his castle. I am unsure of his intentions but, uh yes. Will I show the lady to a room in the castle? Im sure that is what the King would want." The green dragon espectfully stated to Tungsten, quickly turning on his heels to escape the very bar assume situation he'd pit himself into. Tungsten chuckled and called out, "Slow down, Horned One. I'll join you there." He looked down at Lavana. "Good rises, My Sweet," said Tungsten, smiling at the waking ruby dragoness. The female Flame Dragon blushed, nuzzling with Tungsten. "I have to see the king for a minute, darling," said Tungsten. "I heard everything. That's one of the advantages of being Torch Spy to the Scorch Dynasty," replied Lavana, licking Tungsten's cheek.

"Of course," said Tungsten, rising where he rested. Lavana rose as well, stretching and yawning. Her tail gently carressed his lower jaw. Tungsten shivered once more, loving the feeling. "Shall you join me?" he asked, standing by her side. He noticed she was half his size. "No, for I have to get back to my liege," said Lavana. "Thanks to a devillish blue bloke, I was left behind," she said, smirking and winking at Tungsten. Tungsten winked at her and clamped the air before him with his fangs. Lavana shuddered from the act, her legs buckling as she blushed. Tungsten chuckled and trudged through the Garden of Eve along with Lavana. They joined the Green Horned Forest Dragon, seeing he was the advisor of Tyrann. "Nermandor, is it?" asked Tungsten. "Thank you for finding me, Horned One. I fear this all would've been a major surprise for my blue hide," said Tungsten, chuckling.

Lavana giggled, having collected and folded up her battle mail. As the three reached the entrance of the corridor Tungsten and Lavana rolled down, Lavana saw her satchel. She picked it up and placed her armor inside. Tungsten saw his satchel and placed it on. The two then faced each other. "It was a pleasure meeting you, Tungsten the Frost," said Lavana, smiling and batting her eyes. Tungsten grinned, looking down at his forepaws before approaching Lavana. "I had a wonderful time with you as well, Lavana the Scorch," said the sapphire dragon. Lavana kissed him on the lips suddenly, with her ruby scales shining in the morning sun light. She then walked, her tail loosening away from Tungsten's as they had been twined together. Tungsten watched as she reached one of the large open windows and leapt out, flying off into the morning sky. "What a gem," whispered Tungsten. He looked at Nermandor.

"In all my two hundred thirty years, I've never seen such a stunning, more elusive and gorgeous dragoness," said Tungsten. "Come, let us get to Tyrann Rex," he said. The two walked off. Soon, they arrived before the crimson Chaos Dragon king. "I am here, my former apprentice," said Tungsten. "What is it you desire?" asked the Water Dragon.

Tyrann Rex stood haughty and poised on his throne at the end of his Great Hall, impatiently waiting for his former master to arrive. As he waited, Tyrann thought of the irony of meeting old Tungsten again. The heavyweight dragon thought how at one point he had been under the water dragon, now to be a king. He would deeply desire Tungsten to stay here with him in his castle. Tyrann needed a dragon of his stature and experience on his Advisory board and his Shadow Army. When Tungsten was to arrive he would propose him to join his Colony.

Tyrann had spoke to Frozenflame Rex, a good friend and ally of his father, Thantos Rex. The rexes had spoke of Tungsten the Frost, Tyrann stressing his need for his former master. Frozenflame agreed he would allow Tungsten to join him if Tungsten wished it so.

Thantos was also best friends with the late Marino Rex, Tungsten's father. Marino was a Rex of a lesser colony, yet the trio of Thantos, Frozenflame, and Marino was a group unmatched in battle and ferocity. The trio was known as the Great Three. Their presence in the war against the Wicked was the main reason in which The Dominion fell. Tyrann had been noticing distinctly treacherous occurances lately. Sea serpents were venturing into colonies, stealing precious treasures, mainly weapons of great value. War banshees had even been spotted hauling in loads of magma for purposes unnbenounced to the King. Tyrann feared the worst, especially with the rumors of the Wicked's return.

Tyrann Rex was rung from his thoughts at the sound of his heavy castle door coming to a close. The King looked up, spotting his blue friend trek down the hall. "Tungsten! Where have you been old fellow?" Tyrann noticed the scratches and bites on his hide "have fun did we?" Chuckled the dragon.

"Ah anyway, I have called you here for a very important question, my friend." Tyrann still sat on his throne, his crown of black horns shinning as the sunlight caressed them through a open skylight. "Tungsten, I have conversed with your leige, Frozenflame Rex. We have discussed the peculiar occurances involving the possiblity of the Wicked's return. He has decided that he is too old to fight the Wicked again, if he has indeed returned, and with Thantos Rex and Marino Rex both dead, the Great Three is no longer in order and cannot save us. The land now looks to the younger generation, us, to fight their fight. I also mentioned to Frozenflame the Anarchy and Tidal sword choosing us as their weilders. He to thinks they serve a purpose, a sign. It was foretold only in a time of great need would the Rune Swords again chose their weilders. So, as me and Frozenflame Rex talked, he granted me the honor that is you my friend. He allowed you the join my colony and be my second in command if you so wished Tungsten. Old Frozenflame believes it best for Bazul. We are like Thantos and Marino, he said. Unmatched in battle. So here is my proposition friend. I need you. You need me. Bazul needs us. So will you join me?" Tyrann conculded his speech, crimson eyes locking with sapphire.

"We are what is foretold Tungsten. Fire and Water. Together as one, no force on Bazul strong enough to stand against us." The King added, awaiting Tungsten's response.

Tungsten couldn't believe what he was hearing. For almost two centuries his loyalty was with the Ice Colony. Frozenflame had taken him when the Sea Serpents attacked Jettilis, slaying Marino in their wake. Tungsten witnessed the Blizzard Dynasty Rex dive into port and take out the slithering fiends only to find Tungsten trapped under Marino's carcass. Frozenflame took him back to the Ice Colony where he would remain apart of his uncle's army. But now, it was switching. A former student now king needed Tungsten. Tungsten looked up at the Chaos Dragon. He still pictured the same crimson dragon nawing and biting at his icicle appendages just a century ago. Tungsten looked at the Tidal Sword. It had chosen him for a reason. Hydra the Torrent weilded the sword before he, and now it was he who held the power of the blade. Tungsten still needed to know why the serpents assassinated Marino.

What did the Elder Water Dragon do to have such a thing done to him? Tungsten eyed Tyrann. "You know, you amaze me, Son of Thantos," he said. "I remember it like it was yesterday. I was teaching a rather fiesty hatchling the draconian ways of combat," he said. "Your father was watching us both, the master and the student, bonding together. I see him in you, I do," said Tungsten. "He would be more than proud to see you have followed in his paw prints. So.....aye. Tungsten the Frost will join your Advisory Board," said the Water Dragon, bowing before the Rex of the Cove Colony. "I fear an appending fixated plight getting ready to unfold onto Bazul, meaning the Fire Sword and the Quake Sword will be finding their chosen wielders very soon, my boy," uttered Tungsten. He looked to his left, spying a large quake dragon heading their way.

The dragon dove through the window, landing on his paws and ran up to them. "Your Majesty! The Rune Swords......they're missing!" he cried. Tungsten gasped. He grabbed the dragon as he heard Tyrann shout. "How, lad? How are they gone?" asked Tungsten, trying to control the dragon. "Stolen, Your Grace!" cried the quake dragon. "There was a flash of red and orange then a huge explosion down by the security lines," the dragon breathed heavily. "Gandor and Tutilo did survive, but Wrecker did, but something is wrong with him," said the dragon. "What's wrong with the lad?" asked Tungsten. "A coma, he's gone into a coma....with...some rock-like cocoon around him!" cried the dragon. Tungsten slapped the dragon. "Get it together, boy! Gather your Rex's soldiers," he said, shoving the dragon onward. The dragon nodded and fled out the window. Tungsten turned to Tyrann. "If I know comas, this Wrecker lad.....he's evolving," said Tungsten, remembering his first coma and what happened during and after.

"Baird, gather the gaurd and get down there. I want every guard in this cove on high alert!" Tyrann shouted. He then turned to Tungsten. "We'll chat later, Tungsten follow Tybill down to Wrecker at once! Im going to snatch the Anarchy sword, I fear they are coming for it next! Go!" Tyrann commanded and everyone was soon off. The King sprinted towards his weapon hall, thick muscles propelling his body forward at an exasperating pace. He slid into the hall to find the Anarchy sword still secure in the case. Tyrann removed it from its casing and strapped the anarchy holster to his side, soon sheathing the blade in his holster. As soon as the scarlet dragon had armored himself with the Anarchy armor, the heavy, wooden door burst open to reveal a Tan Sand Dragon. He had tan hide and a two onyx horns, his face and joints littered with the same, black protruding spikes. He was clad in gray armor, the Quake Sword sheathed in his holster. "Intruder! Lay down the sword and I'll let you live!" The King shouted, unsheathing the Anarchy Sword, silently patting himself on the back for putting armor on.

"Not in all your life! Hand over the Anarchy Sword Tyrann Rex and I shall let you live!" The tan dragon hissed. Tyrann roared, striking out at the dragon with the Anarchy Sword, the blade flowing purple and creating an election shock that electrocuted the enemy dragon. Surprised at the swords ability, Tyrann continued to battle with the dragon as he unsheathed the Quake Sword. The King was certain the intruder believed the Quake Sword would allow him to use its magical powers, but this was not the case as he was not its weilder. To him it was just a sword.

The dragon's scales pulsed as he realized the sword would not cooperate, sending him into and manic frenzy and lunging at Tyrann while shrieking in response. Tyrann Rex easily dodged his uncoordinated attacks and hit him on the his right side, sending the tan dragon flying into a case that held an assortment of priceless daggers. Realizing his situation, the tan intruder started rapidly firing off the daggers in Tyrann's direction, causing him to swiftly dive out of the way of the incoming objects.

"You'll be lucky if I let you live!" Roared the crimson dragon, leaping off the ground and pouncing on the enemy dragon's chest, pinning him to the ground. Spitting up some blood, the intruder got ready to fire off his breath weapon, only to have Tyrann step on his elongated neck, blocking the flow of energy.

"But I think not." Whispered the rex before his might jaws clamped down on the tan and black dragon unprotected throat, crushing his wind pipe and allowing him to suffocate to death. With blood on his lips and claws, Tyrann quickly grabbed the Quake Sword and sprinted away to find Tungsten. When he reached the castle cliff side, rather then taking the stone stairs, Tyrann spread his mighty wings and launched himself off rocky cliff side, scouting the area from above on a wind current. Tyrann spotted Tungsten and Tybill, easing himself downward to come next to the saphire dragon.

"Tungsten I've aquired the Quake Sword. The Volcano Sword is still missing, however I've order and patrol to seek out the dragon who stole it and return him to me for questioning. What's happening here?" Asked Tyrann with a heaving chest.

Kitsune groaned and opened her eyes at the sound of Tyrann in the morning, smiling ad he caressed her cheek. "It's okay..." She mutters, before going back too sleep. Awhile layer she wakes up on her own and gets ready for her day. Her first day as a Queen...to say she was nervous is an understatement.  She went down the hall and down the stairs, eating some food the chefs prepared, before getting the rest of herself ready. She walks out and seeks out Tyrann. Once walking a ways she sees a heaving Tyrann talking quickly and slightly worridly at another dragon. She slowly walks ul. "Tyrann?" She asks worried. 

 

((So sorry everyone for not posting sooner, and this post being short. I was just going off the last few posts Tyrann had made.))

Tungsten and Tybil's eyes were all over Wrecker. He was incased inside a stone like cocoon. He was visible inside, thanks to the clear casing of the cocoon, but he was unresponsive. The dragon seemed young, not even half a century old. He was a mahagony scaled dragon, having tan spikes from his head on down to his tail. There, however, was a spiked club at the end of his tail, a deadly mace in battle. Wrecker also was equipped with ram-like horns upon the sides of his head. His wings were folded around his body as he rested in his coma. "Comatuse he is," said Tybil. "Aye, I see the wound upon his neck there," said Tungsten, eyeing the blow on the Quake Dragon's throat. "He was scorched, he was," said Tybil, his head held low. "Scorched, but not destroyed, my boy," said Tungsten. "But he is a youngling," he said.

He looked at Tybil. "How old would you say he fairs?" asked the Water Dragon. "Fifteen, Your Grace," replied Tybil. "He's only seen fifteen years," he said. "Fifteen, eh?" asked Tungsten, eyeing the incased Wrecker. "Does he have family here in the Cove Colony?" asked Tungsten. "No, but he does in the Mountain Colony," said Tybil. "He be Crash Rex's nephew, he is," he said. "Really?" asked Tungsten, surprised. "Crash only had two other siblings, two brothers," he said. "One died as a hatchling to Banshees, so I'm guessing his other brother, Head Guard Ripper, must be lad's father, eh?" asked Tungsten. Tybil nodded. Tungsten sighed. "Don't worry, Tybil. He's not dying, if that's what you're thinking," said Tungsten. "I don't get it, Your Grace. We were hit out of nowhere, couldn't even see the dastardly fiend," said Tybil. Tungsten eyed him. "You said you saw a flash of red and orange, correct?" he asked.

"Yes, Your Grace," said Tybil. "Hmm...." thought Tungsten, thinking hard. That's when the two heard the wings of Tyrann Rex. Tungsten turned to see the crimson dragon landed on the cliffside among them. "Tungsten I've aquired the Quake Sword. The Volcano Sword is still missing, however I've order and patrol to seek out the dragon who stole it and return him to me for questioning. What's happening here?" asked Tyrann with a heaving chest. Tungsten peered at the Quake Sword in Tyrann's grasp. The sword was glowing now, trembling a little in the dragon's forepaw. "Odd," said Tungsten. He looked at Tyrann. "A scorching blow to the throat, knocked him out cold," said Tungsten. "You look like you've been busy dueling," he said. Tybil looked at his king. "Is that the blood of our intruder?" asked Tungsten, noticing the blood on Tyrann's claws and jaws.

Tybil approached his king as Tyrann spoke. Tybil then shook his head. "No, Your Grace," said Tybil. Tungsten looked at him. "I smell the blood of a Tan Sand Dragon, and see the scale pieces," said Tybil. "Tan Sand Dragon? ......Desert Colony?" asked Tungsten, surveying Tyrann. "Aye," said Tybil. "Their fire isn't no where near red and orange," said Tungsten. "And the smell doesn't match up either," said Tybil. "Then there were two intrusions," said Tungsten, "but where is the culprit for this doing?" He motioned toward Wrecker. "The smell was of flint and flowers, Your Grace," said Tybil. "Flint and flow.....flowers?" asked Tungsten. "Yes, flowers....and a youngling scent, as if the intruder was with child or recently laid a brood of eggs," said Tybil. Tungsten cocked his head, then looked at Tyrann. "The Quake Sword is here....but the Volcano Sword is missing," said Tungsten, approaching Wrecker's cocoon. "A flash of red and orange," he said.

"Wrecker's knocked upon the throat and scorched badly. A scent of flints, flowers, and even dragon eggs," said Tungsten. He sniffed around the cocoon, searching for one more clue. "Did any of you engage the intruder in battle?" asked Tungsten, still searching. "Wrecker did, Your Grace," said Tybil. "He said he caught the fiend with the left side of his jaw," he said. Tungsten paused and looked at Wrecker's face. With a heave, he rocked over the cocoon, causing the comatuse Wrecker to roll onto the right side of his body. There, poking out of the left side of his jaw, was a piece of red cloth. "Red cloth?" asked Tybil, eyeing the piece. Tungsten saw it too. He suddenly gasped, the realization hitting him quick. A flash of red and orange. A scorching blow. Flint and flowers. And now a piece of red cloth stuck in Wrecker's fangs.

Tungsten thought back to the battle in the ruins. That's where the Volcano Colony dragon intruder, who he now knew was the ruby red dragoness, Lavana the Scorch, had attacked him as he searched for the flow lines. Lavana's flames were red and orange. Her scorching blow was her flaming spin move she loved to do, hence the name 'Lavana the Scorch'. Flint was the smell she was born with, thanks to her being a Flame Dragon. All Flame Dragons shared that scent, mostly females. The flower scent had to be from the Garden of Eve where she and Tungsten had their well spent time. But what explained the egg smell? "Surely she's not pregnant?" whispered Tungsten. With dread, he checked the inside of his satchel, only finding out that his satchel wasn't his satchel. Inside was a blade sharpener, cooked Kais meat, and a small bag of rubies.

Tungsten now realized she'd switched their satchels at the corridor, taking his that was filled with the four crystal pieces from the ruins, the self made nest, and the rock-like egg he'd discovered inside Senator's Lagoon. Lavana was the culprit, flying out of the window and heading toward the cliffside where Wrecker, Tybil, Gandor, and Tutilo were ambushed by the ruby dragoness. Lavana had stolen the Volcano Sword. Lavana killed Gandor and Tutilo. Lavana took the egg and crystals. Lavana put Wrecker in the coma. And now she was on her way back to the Volcano Colony. Tungsten now understood what she was discussing with Hammish for during the ceremony. Tungsten looked at Tyrann with sickening dread. "Hammish is to blame! Find his Torch Spy, now! Bring Lavana the Scorch to us at once!" roared Tungsten, crushing Lavana's satchel and sending his blue and white flames rushing into the air as he launched his heavyweight self into the sky, his wings carrying him onward.

Nightling was called to examine the injured dragon in the cocoon... She said grimly "There's nothing I can do until he comes out..." Nightling had to tend the injured and when she did make it back to her lair she was exhausted... Nothing had been stolen from her but she kept the real vauables hidden under a flat rock... Everything she had was there... Nightling saw banshees going to the carnage and like the den mothers watched them warily even if she was too tired to go after it... Nightling needed food water and rest... Sparky brought her food and water which she took gratefully... Now she despite all of this chaos needed rest...

"Kitsune, my love. I need you to go into the castle and make sure th chaos there's is in order. Please." Tyrann asked of his queen, as she promptly sprinted off to the castle. "Nightling, there is nothing you can do for him?" Asked the king as Nightling responded with a "no".

"Please watch over him then Nightling." He red ragon said as Nightlimg walked away, clearly needing rest. Tyrann could only imagine the culprit of this mess. He pondered what was the reason for this, and could come up with no other solution than the Wicked's eminent return. he felt sorry it was wrecker, such a young lad he was, he didn't deserve this. However, Tyrann admired his notable bravery yet was outraged two of his best gaurds were dead. Crash Rex would not be pleased when he heard word of his nephew's predicament, but that was a problem for another time. The king listened as Tungsten dechipered the evidence, something he was rather good at. As soon as Tungsten had figured it all out, naming this Lavana as the thief the King was soon in motion.

"Nermandor, find Queen Kitsune and tell her I'm away with Master Tungsten to track down the thief of the Volcano Sword. She is in charge while I'm away." Tyrann said then turned back to the green dragon. "And tell her I love her." The King said then lept off the ground with mighty wings, following Tungsten into the sky. He quickly caught up with the water dragon, thickly muscled wings propelling his heavyweight body through the air.

"You know this Lavana the Scorch I pressume?" Asked Tyrann as they flew side by side. With a couple flaps of his wings to stabilize himself, Tyrann continued talking. "Tungsten where exactly are we going? I assume we are headed to Hammish Rex's domain and you are clearly angered by this occurance as am I, but I believe we should land quickly and take heed of our plan. We cannot just barge into the Volcano King's domain. If we are going to get anything out the rex, plummaging into his castle isn't the way to do it. Land Tungsten and talk to me!" Tyrann shouted, trying to talk some sense into the dragon. Finally he complied and the pair dropped into a clearing.

Tungsten, please explain to me your plan here." Tyrann reasoned, watching as the blue dragon puffed his cheeks in frustration.

Nightling caught a quick nap before returning to her post... Nightling had a pile of fruit next to her... She was still in the shade and resting as best she could without actually sleeping... Sparky was standing guard over her... Other colonies knew Nightling could use magic to heal... She'd gotten offers but Nightling had turned them down... Well the smaller shade colony had been tempting but she'd turned it down... Nightling was worried someone would keep chasing her if she left here... But she still needed rest... So she took another nap... Nightling was beyond exhausted and the members of other colonies were dispersing on their own...

Tungsten slammed his fist upon a boulder, destroying the rock into multiple tiny pieces. "That sneaky but beautiful essence of a creation actually pulled all of this off," growled Tungsten. "Lavana the Scorch is to blame for acting as such but the order was carried out by Hammish. How do I know? That low down, dirty ingrate has never been one to comply exceptionally with the other colonies," said Tungsten. "My own father fought that banshee dunged cretin long ago," he said. "Hammish must be up to something sinister. Why did he have Lavana in the ruins stealing water from our flow line?" he asked, looking at Tyrann. "He wanted the Rune Swords. Why else would he send his Torch Spy scowering through your castle unbeknowst to most" asked Tungsten. "Lavana also knew I'd be collecting souvenirs from the ruins as I went along," he said. Tungsten shook his head.

"I do believe Hammish only wanted the Volcano Sword, which is what Lavana had to be looking for while stealing our water," said Tungsten. "Some lucky dragon must be the sword's next and chosen wielder of this time, and Hammish is working fast just like the Sun Dynasty is," said Tungsten, sitting on his haunches.

Bazul is a planet far from Earth in the Galaxy. The planet is a diverse environment that includes dense jungles, lush forests, treacherous mountains, frozen wastelands, vast seas, wide meadows, dry deserts, and boggy swamps. Each place has a dragon that dominates its area, and in them are subspecies. Over 200 spieces of dragon exist on Bazul.

The planet is ruled by seven major colonies, each formed centuries ago.

Map of Bazul:

The story takes place in the Great Cove Colony, a place full of lush, tropical greenery and a sparkling carribean ocean to adorn the land perfectly. The Colony is home to the Shadow Dynasty, and ruled by Tyrann Rex, a young king in a long line of great kings, descending all the way from Black Smith the Vast, founder of the Cove Colony.

Your main prey:

Banshees: flying lizard like creatures

Kais: deer-like animal

Sauro-Titans: massive long necked reptiles

Seven Great Colonies:

-Forest Colony: Ruled by the Terra Dynasty.

     Rex: Leafon Rex

-Ice Colony: Ruled by the Blizzard Dynasty.

     Rex: Frozenflame Rex

-Mountain Colony: Ruled by the Boulder Dynasty.

     Rex: Crash Rex

-Swamp Colony: Ruled by the Skull Dynasty.

     Rex: Tiber Rex

-Volcano Colony: Ruled by the Scorch Dynasty.

     Rex: Hammish Rex

-Desert Colony: Ruled by the Sun Dynasty.

     Rex: Mathias Rex

-Cove Colony: Ruled by the Shadow Dynasty. (your colony)

     Rex: Tyrann Rex

Many smaller colonies do exist and there are also many rogues that float about the land.

Bazul is a very different world, unlike any other. Strange creatures have inhabited its land for millions of years, constantly in a battle for survival of the fittest. Dragons rule supreme on Bazul.

Thousands of years ago, a group of evil dragons known as The Dominion, rose to power over Bazul to take absolute power over the planet and turn it into their own cruel empire. Their leader, a black dragon known to the others as The Wicked ruled The Dominion with an iron fist, ruthlessly murdering and capturing any who cross him. Eventually, The Rebellion vanquished The Dominion and its vicious leader. Now, Bazul lives at peace once again. However, many dragons across the land have rumor the return of The Wicked.

Playable Species:

-Dragons-typical 6-limbed dragon of any species you can think up in your imagination.

-Wyverns- dragon-like, have wings, no front legs, come in as many species as you can imagine.

-Drakes-4-limbed, wingless dragons. Typically smaller than dragons but very very good for hunting small, fast game. Come in as many spieces as you can think up.

-Shades -Dragon-like and possess magical qaulities. Also known as Sorcerers. Their magic lies within the elements inferno, tsnami, quake, heavenly, shadow, typhoon, and blizzard.

-Wyrms- Serpent-like dragons that have elongated bodies, 4 shorter legs, but are still capable of flight. Come in as many spieces as you can think up.

Rules:

1.) Light swearing

2.) No very explcit mating or giving birth. PDA is allowed (nuzzling, cheek licks, etc...)

3.) No killing other's characters without permission

4.) No dethroning the Rex without permission

5.) You can't live a perfect life (meaning nothing bad or torturous ever happens to you)

6.) You may have as many characters as you want

7.) No god moding