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Autumn, 1392
The two sibling dragons slowly descended into the midst of combat in the Sacrifice Chamber. Some of the Miscabbards noticed and attempted to shoot down the approaching reptiles, only to be ruthlessly dispatched by a violent charge of unicorns led by Prince Sfelewi.
“Protect the great wyrms!” Favcn ordered from the center of fighting.
A large squad under Peredur quickly carved out a protected space for Rargesteyae and her brother to land. The bronze dragon quickly dropped the green dragon off, gave a nod of thanks to the anti-Miscabbard forces, and flew back to rejoin the aerial fight. Peredur, Gren and Favcn then built a perimeter to protect Asaewath against a renewed onslaught by cultists on the ground.
Gradually the green dragon came to, finding himself on the floor of the Sacrifice Chamber surrounded by a mixed army of humans, Trasgu, Sabines, Duregaren, pixies, cynos, minotaurs, satyrs, and unicorns, who were defending him, fighting and dying against the zealots and crusaders. Favcn suddenly appeared by his side; the freed cyno leader was bloodied and breathing heavily but sported a twinkle in her eye.
“You! Favcn! You're free!” Asaewath exclaimed.
“Thanks to you and especially your girlfriend. Now that you haven't left me behind this time, perhaps we'll win!”
“Sorry.”
“Can you fight again yet? Make it up to me quickly.”
“Almost.” The dragon massaged his chest as he glanced over his allies. There weren’t this many prisoners even during the first breakout. “Who else is here?”
Favcn pointed to a half Trasgu rapidly loading and firing screaming rocket-propelled arrows into a mass of armored enemies.
“Your friends from the front door apparently.”
Asaewath smiled, a massive smile that absolutely beamed, then glowed, before the green dragon threw out a sheet of flame that immediately cleared out a fourth of the room.
Stepping across burning corpses and screaming, immolating cultists, the thousand-odd prisoners, led by Favcn and the dragon, quickly joined up with the newcomers.
“Gren!”
The half-Trasgu gave an acknowledging nod to Asaewath blasting his way over.
“Glad to see you still live, Scion of the Stanton Dragon. I see you have friends. We have come to help you destroy the Miscabbards.”
“This is Favcn, she leads the prisoners here. This is Gren. He's a friend.”
Half covered in blood, the cyno gave an exaggerated nod. “Charmed.”
The half Trasgu saluted. “Glory to those who fight for freedom.”
Asaewath looked around, seeing some familiar faces among the newcomers. Some of Gren’s merchant and mercenary friends, Prince Sfelewi the unicorn he rescued a few months back, and of course, imprisoned, and weakened off to one end of the Sacrificial Chamber, was his dad, Meratezatgh the Stanton Dragon, slowly working to free himself. There were also many the green dragon did not recognize at all, including those well armored who smelled of the Dominion and those who stank of the cultists themselves.
“You also seem to have a lot of friends.” Asaewath muttered. Gren shook his head.
“You don’t understand just how much they're hated. People were just waiting for them to show weakness.”
The meeting was interrupted when the silver dragon suddenly came hurtling down from the battle above.
*Jagewaoyia!*
Asaewath leaped over and caught her, and together the two dragons tumbled to the ground as friend and foe alike scattered before the impact.
Dissipating dust revealed Jagewaoyia sprawled atop her companion, both slightly worse for wear. As the battle lines reformed the green dragon groaned before looking at his partner.
*Are you alright?* The silver dragon rubbed her head.
*Fine, fine, the demon is a stubborn bitch.* She grumbled.
The armored Dominion troops had broken through their opponents and had now been steadily advancing towards the throne when the entire front ranks abruptly burst into flame. Cackling, the Lord of the Sky burned her way through the chamber, heading for the anti-cult leadership.
Then Rargesteyae reappeared and blasted at Yelkcub, deflecting the demon's attack run and briefly re-engaging their duel of tooth, claw and flame, before both parties broke off again. The bronze dragon landed beside the other two wyrms, bloody and exhausted.
In the air the Lord of the Sky spat out blood, before panting out:
“Kill them my pretties!”
Suddenly, thousands of fresh cultists flooded into the Throne Room, led by a contingent of armored horsemen. Three dozen crusader knights charged straight through the Main Chambers, pushing aside or trampling other fleeing cultists to get into the fight.
“Enemy reinforcements!”
Hearts within the anti-Miscabbard coalition sank.
The Crusader knights of course went after the greatest threat: three dragons. It had been decades since the militants had faced a threat this severe.
The coalition forces scattered and retreated while Rargesteyae and Jagewaoyia braced themselves for the attack, but Asaewath instead leaned and then leaped forward, counter-charging the humans.
*Brother!*
*Asaewath what are you doing?* The silver dragon exclaimed.
*Trust me!* The call came back.
Mechanically, the Crusader knights lowered their lances. Their warhorses snorted heavily.
Just as the green dragon was about to collide into the mass of riders, however, he suddenly leapt and spread his wings, clearing over the Sacrificial Platform, the Bottomless Pit and the knights themselves to land upon the stone throne behind. Surprised, the Crusaders attempted to stop and wheel to follow, but carried by their own momentum the horsemen collided with one another and most fell in a tangled mass of humans and horses, if not rode straight off into the abyss themselves.
The footmen following hesitated upon seeing what had transpired, only to be hit by projectiles from the regrouped anti-Miscabbard forces and flames from Rargesteyae, Jagewaoyia and Asaewath, who had rejoined his comrades in triumph.
The ground attack halted at the edge of the Sacrificial Platform, the cultists on one end and the coalition on the other, the pit in between with the causeway between. Neither side appeared eager to cross.
That was not satisfactory for the Lord of the Sky however, tattered and bleeding from the earlier engagements.
“Attack you cowards!” She roared to the Miscabbards. “You wanted to live in a glorious new world, well, this new world calls on you to pay your toll!”
With that, Yelkcub threw a fireball into the ranks of her supporters.
With a cry, the Miscabbards renewed their assault, swarming from all three routes around the Sacrificial Platform. Gren and Synder’s archers and crossbowmen commenced firing, cutting them down by the score, while Shield’s Dominion troops presented a solid front, with Favcn’s prisoners and Strang’s cultists holding the flanks and stopping any progress. Still, the causeway was where the decisive action occurred, with Rargesteyae, Jagewaoyia and Asaewath throwing out volley after volley, melting away the attacking ranks like ice.
Heylel suddenly appeared among the reinforcements, laughing as he raised a staff in his hand into the air. As the Grand Zealot soon began chanting, his staff crackled and began emitting ominous purplish electrical discharge.
*A new plan would be good, brother.* The bronze dragon muttered as she eyed the cultist leader warily.
Jagewaoyia suddenly noticed one of the Crusader lances, tossed aside by their abortive charge, lying nearby. Without further comment she picked it up and threw it at the hated figure. To everyone's surprise, Heylel stopped chanting, staring dumbly at the lance impaled through his chest. The Grand Zealot silently crumpled to the floors, his staff's electrical current discharging through a wide circle of cultists around him. Abruptly the center of the Miscabbard forces, more than a hundred individuals, immediately collapsed en masse, stunning the remainder into halting their attacks.
Asaewath smiled as the silver dragon gave a satisfied nod.
*Nice.*
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The two sibling dragons slowly descended into the midst of combat in the Sacrifice Chamber. Some of the Miscabbards noticed and attempted to shoot down the approaching reptiles, only to be ruthlessly dispatched by a violent charge of unicorns led by Prince Sfelewi.
“Protect the great wyrms!” Favcn ordered from the center of fighting.
A large squad under Peredur quickly carved out a protected space for Rargesteyae and her brother to land. The bronze dragon quickly dropped the green dragon off, gave a nod of thanks to the anti-Miscabbard forces, and flew back to rejoin the aerial fight. Peredur, Gren and Favcn then built a perimeter to protect Asaewath against a renewed onslaught by cultists on the ground.
Gradually the green dragon came to, finding himself on the floor of the Sacrifice Chamber surrounded by a mixed army of humans, Trasgu, Sabines, Duregaren, pixies, cynos, minotaurs, satyrs, and unicorns, who were defending him, fighting and dying against the zealots and crusaders. Favcn suddenly appeared by his side; the freed cyno leader was bloodied and breathing heavily but sported a twinkle in her eye.
“You! Favcn! You're free!” Asaewath exclaimed.
“Thanks to you and especially your girlfriend. Now that you haven't left me behind this time, perhaps we'll win!”
“Sorry.”
“Can you fight again yet? Make it up to me quickly.”
“Almost.” The dragon massaged his chest as he glanced over his allies. There weren’t this many prisoners even during the first breakout. “Who else is here?”
Favcn pointed to a half Trasgu rapidly loading and firing screaming rocket-propelled arrows into a mass of armored enemies.
“Your friends from the front door apparently.”
Asaewath smiled, a massive smile that absolutely beamed, then glowed, before the green dragon threw out a sheet of flame that immediately cleared out a fourth of the room.
Stepping across burning corpses and screaming, immolating cultists, the thousand-odd prisoners, led by Favcn and the dragon, quickly joined up with the newcomers.
“Gren!”
The half-Trasgu gave an acknowledging nod to Asaewath blasting his way over.
“Glad to see you still live, Scion of the Stanton Dragon. I see you have friends. We have come to help you destroy the Miscabbards.”
“This is Favcn, she leads the prisoners here. This is Gren. He's a friend.”
Half covered in blood, the cyno gave an exaggerated nod. “Charmed.”
The half Trasgu saluted. “Glory to those who fight for freedom.”
Asaewath looked around, seeing some familiar faces among the newcomers. Some of Gren’s merchant and mercenary friends, Prince Sfelewi the unicorn he rescued a few months back, and of course, imprisoned, and weakened off to one end of the Sacrificial Chamber, was his dad, Meratezatgh the Stanton Dragon, slowly working to free himself. There were also many the green dragon did not recognize at all, including those well armored who smelled of the Dominion and those who stank of the cultists themselves.
“You also seem to have a lot of friends.” Asaewath muttered. Gren shook his head.
“You don’t understand just how much they're hated. People were just waiting for them to show weakness.”
The meeting was interrupted when the silver dragon suddenly came hurtling down from the battle above.
*Jagewaoyia!*
Asaewath leaped over and caught her, and together the two dragons tumbled to the ground as friend and foe alike scattered before the impact.
Dissipating dust revealed Jagewaoyia sprawled atop her companion, both slightly worse for wear. As the battle lines reformed the green dragon groaned before looking at his partner.
*Are you alright?* The silver dragon rubbed her head.
*Fine, fine, the demon is a stubborn bitch.* She grumbled.
The armored Dominion troops had broken through their opponents and had now been steadily advancing towards the throne when the entire front ranks abruptly burst into flame. Cackling, the Lord of the Sky burned her way through the chamber, heading for the anti-cult leadership.
Then Rargesteyae reappeared and blasted at Yelkcub, deflecting the demon's attack run and briefly re-engaging their duel of tooth, claw and flame, before both parties broke off again. The bronze dragon landed beside the other two wyrms, bloody and exhausted.
In the air the Lord of the Sky spat out blood, before panting out:
“Kill them my pretties!”
Suddenly, thousands of fresh cultists flooded into the Throne Room, led by a contingent of armored horsemen. Three dozen crusader knights charged straight through the Main Chambers, pushing aside or trampling other fleeing cultists to get into the fight.
“Enemy reinforcements!”
Hearts within the anti-Miscabbard coalition sank.
The Crusader knights of course went after the greatest threat: three dragons. It had been decades since the militants had faced a threat this severe.
The coalition forces scattered and retreated while Rargesteyae and Jagewaoyia braced themselves for the attack, but Asaewath instead leaned and then leaped forward, counter-charging the humans.
*Brother!*
*Asaewath what are you doing?* The silver dragon exclaimed.
*Trust me!* The call came back.
Mechanically, the Crusader knights lowered their lances. Their warhorses snorted heavily.
Just as the green dragon was about to collide into the mass of riders, however, he suddenly leapt and spread his wings, clearing over the Sacrificial Platform, the Bottomless Pit and the knights themselves to land upon the stone throne behind. Surprised, the Crusaders attempted to stop and wheel to follow, but carried by their own momentum the horsemen collided with one another and most fell in a tangled mass of humans and horses, if not rode straight off into the abyss themselves.
The footmen following hesitated upon seeing what had transpired, only to be hit by projectiles from the regrouped anti-Miscabbard forces and flames from Rargesteyae, Jagewaoyia and Asaewath, who had rejoined his comrades in triumph.
The ground attack halted at the edge of the Sacrificial Platform, the cultists on one end and the coalition on the other, the pit in between with the causeway between. Neither side appeared eager to cross.
That was not satisfactory for the Lord of the Sky however, tattered and bleeding from the earlier engagements.
“Attack you cowards!” She roared to the Miscabbards. “You wanted to live in a glorious new world, well, this new world calls on you to pay your toll!”
With that, Yelkcub threw a fireball into the ranks of her supporters.
With a cry, the Miscabbards renewed their assault, swarming from all three routes around the Sacrificial Platform. Gren and Synder’s archers and crossbowmen commenced firing, cutting them down by the score, while Shield’s Dominion troops presented a solid front, with Favcn’s prisoners and Strang’s cultists holding the flanks and stopping any progress. Still, the causeway was where the decisive action occurred, with Rargesteyae, Jagewaoyia and Asaewath throwing out volley after volley, melting away the attacking ranks like ice.
Heylel suddenly appeared among the reinforcements, laughing as he raised a staff in his hand into the air. As the Grand Zealot soon began chanting, his staff crackled and began emitting ominous purplish electrical discharge.
*A new plan would be good, brother.* The bronze dragon muttered as she eyed the cultist leader warily.
Jagewaoyia suddenly noticed one of the Crusader lances, tossed aside by their abortive charge, lying nearby. Without further comment she picked it up and threw it at the hated figure. To everyone's surprise, Heylel stopped chanting, staring dumbly at the lance impaled through his chest. The Grand Zealot silently crumpled to the floors, his staff's electrical current discharging through a wide circle of cultists around him. Abruptly the center of the Miscabbard forces, more than a hundred individuals, immediately collapsed en masse, stunning the remainder into halting their attacks.
Asaewath smiled as the silver dragon gave a satisfied nod.
*Nice.*
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From
Chickenzaur!
Category Artwork (Digital) / Fantasy
Species Western Dragon
Size 2360 x 1359px
File Size 1.35 MB
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