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Time of Death, the Fourth Chapter
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Orranis
The timeless one had finally solved the mystery. He knew what these beings were. They were what the Creators had left them for, to protect this seedling world from corruption. They were the Old Gods, and they would turn the mortals against their protecters. This was about more than him, this was about the fate of the entire world.
His children would not believe him. They were blind fools, who followed the timeline like slaves, knowing not why. If the hourglass of eternity had been corrupted, and lead to their dooms, their was no sense in following it longer. No, for this he needed something greater. A perfect hammer, for repairing the world's armor to it's original state. However, before something can be smithed, it must be molten. He would be the fire that purges this world, and the hammer that reshapes it. Indeed, one of his old kin had attempted such a thing, albeit for a darker purpose. His means would prove useful however. Nozdormu flew through the timeless caves and caverns, with their grey stones looming, as if sternly nodding to him. The sand seemed to flow beneath his wings, following him. He was doing the right thing. There was no other action that could be taken.
He neared upon one of the many mouths of the caverns, and landed with the sound of thunder through near-deaf ears. He walked forward confidently, and as he did, his figures morphed. The lines that distinguished one scale from the other, and eventually they became a single hard bronze shell, slowly softening, and the color lightened and soon became the fleshy peach. His entire body shortened, and his forelegs incredibly so, and soon he was standing on two legs. His face retreated into itself, and eventually it became the flattish face of a High Elf. He stood before a circular room, with a small platform in the middle, stairs leading up to it. It was surrounded by four pillars of red hues, that faded to grey as they reached towards the ceiling. In the back of the space, there was five doorways, encircled by spinning runic rings adorned with dragon heads. One black, one red, one green, one blue, one darkish yellow. Two beings with respective colors guarded each door. They were much like he, except that instead of long powerful neck, they have a humanoid torso. They wielded double bladed spears, made of a single shade of stainless steel. The High Elven formed being strode slowly towards the dark yellow entryway. Had he looked back, he would no longer have seen the golden sands of the caverns. Where that had once stood there was now a deep gray path, wider than the timeless one in his full form, surrounded by sheer cliffs of freezing ice and storms of flurrying ice and snow. The path did not frost strangely.
He entered the room, with a curt bow from the drakonids guarding it. He hadn't left them yet, this was before then. Time is much more linear outside the depths of the timeless ones home. He came upon a more massive room, with small islands of stone dotting a desert sea of sand. In the center stood the massive Chrozdormu, the egg keeper of the Bronze dragons. He acknowledged the High Elf with a shallow bow, a deeper one was difficult in dragon form. The timeless one paid him no mind. There was no objection when he picked up two of the massive eggs, cradling them to his body not to drop them. He had charged Chrozdormu with the task in the first place. Then the body enlarged once more to become a dragon, holding the eggs delicately between his jaws, but before it did it became more and more faded, until you could see right through him. Then suddenly disappeared from the room altogether.
His outline took shape, and soon his body materialized upon a dark desert, the stone floor black as onyx. The sky glowed a deathly green, and magma of the same color flowed in rivers across the land. He walked across the fields, and came upon a small secluded cave. Here he laid the eggs down. It would take time, that was for sure, but time was of no matter to him. The eggs would hatch, and they would mate. Their children would mate, and their children, until a new race was formed, in the depths of this dark disc of a planet. As their race progressed, they would be infused with the chaotic energies of the Nether. They would become powerful, and have the necessary chaotic elements to disregard the timeline. He viewed the eggs. Soon they would become immense and pitch black, with the brightness of stars adorning their skin in bolts of lighting. He carved draconic writing upon the wall, which any dragon could read, telling them of the Old God's and why they must be stopped. And upon this wall, he christened them, and they would become known as the Infinite Dragonflight.
Post by
Morec0
Nice. Infinite Dragonflight, HOOOOO!
*Awaits Chap 5*
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470415
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Post by
Orranis
Nice. Infinite Dragonflight, HOOOOO!
*Awaits Chap 5*
Simmer down, I'm going to be in South Africa for two weeks. Not sure if I'll have adequate internet connections, and when I do I'm going to be frantically E-mailing teachers for Homework.
Post by
Orranis
I read this, and I am sad. Because I'm a great bronze fangirl, and I hate to hear how Nozdormu might be the leader of the Bronze's greatest enemy.
However, this makes so much sense.
And yet I hate it.
Good writing though, I applaud your detail.
Although, I ask that in the future, you might tone the details down a slight notch, it's not that they aren't good, but it gets repetitive to read lengthy details about everything in the story.
Actually, Nozdormu is one of my favorites, if not my definitely favorite character. I like him even more in my story, which I'll reveal more of his character aspects as he goes on. Basically, I love the idea of a "The road to hell is paved with good intentions" character.
I'm sorry, it's my nature.
Post by
Morec0
Those kind of characters - although the idea may be overused - typically have interesting stories.
But if he created the infinite Dragonflight, how will he click on Rend?
sorry, had to.
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366611
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Post by
Morec0
Sorry for necro, but I'm wondering when the next one's coming?
Post by
Monday
Sorry for necro, but I'm wondering when the next one's coming?
I tihnk face hasn't been on for awhile.
Post by
Orranis
Yeah, I'm on a vacation right now, and internet is very sparse. A few minutes here and there, not enough time to write it. I'll see if I can get it done right now...
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