Above the city of Zeinav, a comet streaks through the sky, blazing towards the coastal city with flames trailing behind it. Down below, chaos and panic spread. Guards tried to evacuate the estimated impact zone, and mages tried in vain to stop the comet…

Anghara opened her eyes, and thought her first thought as a mortal being. What in the absolute friggen hell?
All around her, flames flicked past her naked body, which was curled into a fetal position as she hurled towards the ground. She glanced down at the rapidly incoming landmass below her, and automatically winced, which was impressive muscle memory considering she hadn’t had a physical body for a couple hundred millennia. It’s just, it looked like hitting the ground was going to hurt.

She hit the ground.

It hurt.

After a minute spent lying there, catching her breath (very unusual feeling, being winded) she slowly lifted herself to her feet and looked around. People were running, others were pointing to her, and yet more mortals were running at her, covered in armor. She ignored them for now, and lifted her hands before her face. It took her a minute to recognize them. This is my vessel from the War. What am I doing in it now?

She looked down, examining herself. It was the perfect body for a warrior, just as she had made it eons ago. Yet now her olive-skinned muscles were covered in gritty sand, and the sun beat mercilessly on her bare shoulders. She glanced around once more. She seemed to be on some sort of beach; not too far away, houses stood overlooking the sea.

She closed her eyes. Not sure why I’m here, but it’s time to leave. Time to return to her home, the realm of light, Auriel. She focused her angelic power, and returned herself to her natural incorporeal form, returning to her realm at the same time. She opened her eyes. She was still on the beach. Even worse, she was still in this ridiculous physical body.

A loud roaring sound caught her attention, and she turned to face the sea. Off in the distance, but drawing ever closer by the minute, was a large golden dragon. Anghara smiled. She remembered dragons from her time in this realm long ago. They were far easier to kill than some of the forces of darkness she had faced in the past. As the dragon approached, Anghara raised her arm, outstretching her hand towards the great Wyrm. As the beast got closer, Anghara summoned the light of her angelic essence, and released a beam of pure, holy energy to obliterate it.

Nothing happened, but at least it was a dramatic-looking pose as the dragon slammed into her.

For a woman who's never known much of the world beyond the sweet, boreal comforts of the Frost Gale, Einheria would say she's adapting to the climate of the Zeinav Desert quite well.

The sun burns brighter out here, the heat more intense even beside the sweet kiss of the coast; there's little that salt-water mist and a gentle tide can do to combat desert heat, after all, at least in the heart of the afternoon. Even so, in the time she's spent out here, forcing herself to venture out, desperate to grow accustomed to something other than the familiar chill of her homeland, Einheria cannot help but feel a surge of pride at the way she's learned to navigate it, the way she's gotten better at managing her time, picking the best intervals and places to venture out in search of things to sell or odd jobs to pick up-- anything that might land her a few extra Solars.

She's had a little bit of luck, though it seems to have run dry on this particular day; all she's earned is tired looks of disinterest as she's wandered the High Market, offering the same pitch to anyone who may hear her out, the same gently-rephrased echo of rejection sound over and over again like the bells that usher in the changing of the hour in those big cities she's read about. And so instead, Einheria has taken to wandering by the sea, welcoming the chance for a break-- it can't hurt to let herself take... at least a little bit of a rest.

Her long white hair swishes around her as she walks, pinned up in that high ponytail just to keep it off of her neck, her clothing loose and light to avoid the sun's brutal heat. Her shoes hang from her hand just so she can justify standing directly by the water, letting the tide wash over her feet in its gentle, sweeping waves, the feeling sweet and serene and so foreign-- the only bodies of water she's seen back home are all frozen over.

Einheria is nearly so immersed in her marveling that she almost-- almost-- does not notice the ghost of smoke over the horizon, but even if she hadn't, the flash of pure gold that follows would have been more than enough.

She freezes.

Logic and self-preservation scream at her, begging her to turn around, to return to the safety of the city, but oh, Einheria's curiosity is a powerful, insatiable little thing, and it drags her forward with no contest, but what she sees as soon as she steps close enough certainly comes close to sating it. A woman-- completely bare, she'll add-- stands in combat of some kind with a vast golden dragon, and... she cannot tell who is winning.

Once again, Einheria does not think before summoning her glaive, snowflakes bursting to life around her.

"Good lady!" she cries out, lilac eyes alight with panic, but desperate to focus on the dragon, desperate not to look at anything they should not. "A-Are you quite alright...?! W-What is going on here...?"

Riding along the coast on his way to the city of Zeinav. Sarne and a few men from League of Oak Wolves, Norgic battle crazy Dwarf, the swift Elven archer Ruven, and Ryan the bear his most trusted men. The breeze was hot as it blew across the sandy land out into the ocean.

The sea was somewhat calm as the water wash up onto the shore the quiet sound was relaxing Sarne. He took a deep breath letting it out slowly he loved the smell of the ocean beach a few birds flew by calling out to the others as they swooped at the ocean picking out fish.

"Captian, why does it have to be so hot here?" asked Norgic wiping sweat from his forehead with a rag.

Ryan let out a chuckle "what can't handle it Norgic." commented Ryan.

Ruven laughs some "He is a dwarf what do you expect," said Ruven.

Sarne smiled "OK, Kids be nice," said Sarne with a chuckle.

"Kids?" replied Ruven, Ryan, and Norgic at the same time looking at Sarne.

Suddenly the birds flew off and it got quiet like the calm before a storm. Sarne knew something was coming. His instincts and training screamed at him, Danger! Sarne froze. as a comet streaked through the sky, blazing towards the coast with flames trailing behind it. There was a sound of something smashing into the ground as a breeze of air hit Sarne and the others in the face and a rumbling sound and a flash in the distance from the impact.

The men looked at one another and then back at where the comet smashed into the beach. "GO!" command Sarne. The men rode towards the impact as fast as they could. Sarne sighed well so much for relaxing he thought.

As they came over a rise in the sand. The scene was almost unbelievable. Sarne would have not believed it if he was not seeing it himself. A woman completely naked in a smoking crater with some flames here and there. The woman in the crater looked to be the same height as Sarne, She radiated strength and power. Her dark olive skin is contrasted by her golden eyes. Her raven-black hair is streaked ever so slightly with a few strands that glow with the same angelic light as her eyes. Her ears are pointed, more than a human but less than an Elf, and is an ear shape unique to Angels. Radiating a beauty to rival her strength. Before Sarne could do anything a gold dragon appeared and pounced on the Woman. It was as if they were wrestling or fighting. Sarne thought.

Standing not too far away was another Woman a glaive Just appeared in her hand snowflakes bursting to life around her. The easiest word one could use to describe her. Almost ethereal; she’s the picture of otherworldliness, with hair as white as a snowbird’s feathers and unusually long, falling to her hips in one clean, smooth ponytail. Her skin is eerily pale, nearing deathly so, with the little natural color to her complexion. She has a conflicted look to her countenance with a worry burdening her expression. she looked delicate. she looked to be 5 and a half feet tall. She is dressed in oddly archaic-seeming clothing, fashioned for warmth, and weather. Her features were distinctly non-human, from the point of her ears to the slits of her pupils, to the sharpness of her teeth to the delicate scattering of scales across patches of her skin.

Sarne heard the woman yell out. "Good lady!" she cries out, lilac eyes alight with panic, but desperate to focus on the dragon, desperate not to look at anything they should not. "A-Are you quite alright...?! W-What is going on here...?"

Sarne jump off his horse "stay here be ready!" he ordered. Norgic, Ruven, and Ryan looked at one another and said "Dragon ya right." they had no intention of getting in the middle of this one.

His residence of gold light, his hair turning a light gold color. The man you see has soft features like an elf with a husky build. He is strong and has swift movements. You can tell he is a nobleman in the way he presents himself, his armor, and his clothing. His perspiring green eyes shine in the light. He stands almost 6 feet. His dirty blond hair is neat and well-kept. His skin is slightly tan shows the time he spent in the wilderness. His armor has a crest that could be seen on his front and his cloak, A large tree with two wolf heads on each side pointing at the tree with three stars above it. With a black sword in the background pointing down with a holy rune over it

Sarne thought to himself. what in Solaria name am I doing? pulling out his sword and lifting it straight up in the air walking toward the crater. "Hey Dragon, ancient one!" Yelled Sarne giving a bright flash to get The dragon's attention.
An aura of energy begins to radiate from Sarne, filling people with hope and strength. Inspire people to continue fighting, filling them with the will to continue going. Anyone He considers to be an ally standing in the immediate area will feel their strength grow.


OOC: For the next three posts any ally affected by this spell, including you, will deal double damage with their physical attacks. (does not affect spells)

The dragon slammed into Anghara, and she found herself being dragged against the sand, felt her bare back open to a million little scratches as the momentum of the dragon pushed her further and further along. Why aren't I healing? As the dragon slowed to a stop, it's head still thrust against her, Anghara held out her hand and summoned her Angelic weapon. Nothing happened, and for the first time, she started to get nervous. 

She tapped the dragon on the snout. "Excuse me," she said, "But I seem to be in a slightly awkward situation here. Do you think we can maybe resche-" The dragon snapped forward, grabbing Anghara in it's mouth, and as she found herself bracing against the roof of it's mouth with her arms and the top of it's jaw with her feet, she heard someone cry out. 

Good lady? Me?? 

As she struggled there, stuck in the dragon's mouth, she felt a rumbling come from deep in the beast's chest. Uh oh.

She heard another voice, someone challenging the dragon, and suddenly Anghara was filled with a newfound strength. She gave an almighty heave, pushing the dragon's jaws apart as much as she could, and leapt out just as a burst of golden flame erupted from it's throat. She landed on top of a pale girl with a large glaive, and both of them tumbled to the ground, wrapped around each other.

The women kept struggling with the Dragon. With one swift movement grabbing The woman in its mouth, and He could still see the woman struggling with the Dragon

Sarne kept walking towards the dragon. Now Sarne changed his language which they use with the drakes and ancient elven language. Sarne's Grandfather always said that even dragons would know this language. The dragon would know that his family line is ancient.

The woman leaped out from the dragon's mouth just as a burst of golden flame burst from its throat. She landed on top of a pale girl with a large glaive, and both of them collapsed to the ground, intertwined around each other.

The dragon's flame shot over them Sarne could feel the heat the type that could melt the skin off the bone. Sarne put his hand up in front of his face to shield him from the heat. Sarne tried again in the ancient language.

"Ancient one!" Sarne yelled one more time. Then said something else an eminence aura of fear pulsates out from him, allowing Sarne to exert his influence and fear. All most a god-like fear that would make most people freeze in place. The feeling that all you want to do is move away. For the others on his side give them hope and courage to fight on.

"Ancient one! You owe me an answer," yelled Sarne one more time. He knew that the eminence presents would get the Dargon's attention. But what then Sarne knew he would be just a snack to the Dragon. How do you take on something of that power? Sarne prayed to Solaria his God for help.

There is one thought that springs into Einheria's mind as this strange girl suddenly crashes into her, sending them both collapsing against the golden sand. It could really be best condensed as a string of internalized screaming, in truth-- a messy web of panic, a mass of words, but such words are ill-fitting for a woman like her, and her mind goes blank as the gravity of the situation sinks in, anyway. So as high as panic rises within her, confusion whirling as violently as a blizzard, every word but one is totally lost on her.

Oh.

As she stares up at the girl atop her, still extraordinarily careful to keep her eyes focused on the sand, her face, the sky, anything, Einheria can feel a rush of cold rising to her face, her cheeks dyed cold with iridescent embarrassment. She's never been caught in a situation like this before, hardly even read of such things, and thusly, has never learned how to react!

And so she stammers uselessly, a chorus of squeaks more befitting a mouse than a dragon spilling from her lips, before she thinks to let go of her glaive and try to help the strange woman onto her side, her hands trembling the entire time. It takes some effort, considering the stranger is of a significantly more substantial build than her, but Einheria does manage to slink out from underneath her, quick to immediately grab onto her glaive once more, her fingers still shaking as they seek some form of stability with the familiar weapon.

"I-I am so very sorry, kind lady," she manages, gaze flitting between the golden dragon and the girl before her and the man who has just arrived-- oh goodness, how did such chaos manifest so quickly? All she had wanted was a nice, calming walk on the beach! "Wh-What exactly is happening...? Are you quite alright?"

In the midst of Anghara's confusion as to why she was even in this body, the pale girl's little squeaks of panic made her laugh. She bolted upright, hand slapping against her mouth in confusion. What in the Light was that? Was that... was that a laugh?? Ugh, laughing in a physical body felt so weird. 

The other girl quickly grabbed her glaive and stammered out a few sentences. Anghara focused on her. "Am I... alright? Of course I am. I cannot be harmed by such-"

The Dragon, ignoring the man yelling at it, snatched her up again. As she was yanked up into the air in surprise, she reached out and grabbed the only thing she could reach, which happened to be the girls glaive. As she rose higher, the girl didn't let go, and was soon dangling from the weapon, eyes wide. 

This is fine. This is aggghhhh- The Dragon had swung it's head and released her, and now she, the pale girl and the glaive were flying through the air. Anghara summoned her wings, but as she now expected, nothing happened. As the ground rushed up to meet them with a fair bit of velocity, Anghara pulled on the glaive, causing the girl to be yanked into her arms. Anghara wrapped herself around the smaller figure, and turned in the air to take the brunt of the impact.

Some of the cold embarrassment already presently flooding Einheria's cheeks only surges forward in a heavier rush at the way this woman laughs at her, as though the way she's fretting over the chaos of this situation is as rich to see as a fool in the square. Had she not already wished to crawl beneath the earth and disappear as it was, she certainly would harbor that desire now! Oh, this is humiliating-- how on earth can a woman like this be so insouciant about a situation as maddening as this, all while wearing not a single article of clothing?!

Goodness, Gods above, to whomever of the Six was watching, if she could just get a moment's break from this chaos, she'd fetch the wearable blanket she carried about from her bag and offer it to this woman, just so she could preserve some semblance of decency...! But this strange woman seems completely unbothered!

Einheria lets out a shaky sigh, about to provide an answer to this woman's strange claim that she could suffer no harm from such a catastrophe, when the strange, golden dragon rushes by again, snatching this lady up in one quick swoop--

...taking her glaive, and subsequently Einheria, right with her.

A panicked yelp escapes her as soon as she's swept up into the air, a silent recurring wish that all of the features of her draconic form had not been forbidden to her singing through her mind the whole way up. It is moments like these when she misses her wings, the ones she seldom got to use within the tiny walls of their mountain home-- moments like these when she misses being small and nimble and serpentine, able to slink away from such things. The human form she takes has its perks, but oh, she is starting to resent it right now...!

Einheria squeezes her eyes shut as the dragon releases the strange woman, sending them both hurtling down toward the earth-- but before she can prepare for the impact, say a prayer and an apology to her father for perishing before she could save him, there's a pair of strong arms around her, the wind whirling as she's turned mid-air, spared the majority of the pain of the earth against bone as they finally hit the ground. She gasps as soon as she processes what has happened, rising up as much as she can to survey the damage.

"O-Oh goodness," she squeaks, worry flashing in her eyes. "Y-You had no need to do such a thing...! Had that drop been from any higher, you could have been irreparably harmed...!"

Sarne was not sure if he was worried about the Dragon or angry for being ignored. Sarne watch as the women were thrown up in to the air by the Dragon again. Then as they fell back to the ground. Sarne had enough of this. Part of Sarne wanted to run the other side was too angry to run. His father's words come to mind "Keep your fears to yourself but share your courage with others." Sarne smiled and then chuckled.

Sarne looked at the Dragon "endure Solaria wrath Dragon!" Sarne yelled as tossed his sword to his left hand holding up his right a gold light appeared bright as the sun as he prayed in ancient elvish. Taking another step

Sarne calls down a beam of light, pure energy cascading down from the sky. The light covered the Dragon, filling it with light. The light started to burn the Dragon and the ground near it, scorching its scales and causing the Dragon to smolder. Sarne himself was glowing in a Gold light a powerful fear started to radiate from him as symbols on his cloak started to glow along with his sword white hot as the heat radiated out from them. "Stop Dragon! Or Solaria light will burn you to ash." Said Sarne to the Dragon in the ancient language. Sarne only hope that it could do any damage to a dragon.

OOC: used Piercing Light, Looming Fear.

Anghara blinked up at the girl straddling her, concern emanating out of her small frame. Irreparable harm?

Then the pain hit.

… Ouch. Anghara couldn’t remember this vessel ever feeling pain like that. The pain it had endured had always been distant, an intellectual understanding that the body had taken damage, not an actual flare of sensation flooding her senses. Anghara started getting a very bad feeling. She was too connected to this vessel, and couldn’t access her Angelic powers… that could only mean one thing, but she refused to entertain that thought.

She gently reached up and gripped the pale girl by her shoulders, and shifted her to the side so that she could sit up. In the not-so-distance, the yelling man had summoned down a pillar of scorching light on the Dragon. “Oh dear.” Anghara said casually. “That mortal is almost certainly going to die.”

She stood up and stretched, working the sore muscles that had taken the impact of hitting the earth. Men in armor, soldiers she suspected, were running up to her, though they all stopped and stared as she clasped her hands and stretched upwards, chest thrusting forward as she bent slightly backwards, cracking her back. One of soldiers dropped his mouth open, eyes wide, while another gulped hard.

When she was finished, Anghara rolled her shoulders and held out her arm, focusing. Please… She tried to feel her Angelic essence, tried to… Yes! With a burst of light, her Angelic weapon appeared in her hand, a spear of intertwining golden designs. The white-gold spearhead sparkled in the sun.

Anghara smiled in satisfaction. “Time to kill a Dragon.”

She took a step forward, then paused. “...Again.”

How on earth is Einheria somehow the least bothered person on this coast?

This question burns all the brighter in her mind as this strange woman grabs her by the shoulders and effortlessly moves her to the side, a chain of stammering falling from her lips as she quickly sits up, head whipping around to glance at the strange, glimmering golden dragon currently engaged in combat with a man and all his soldiers. The dragon is a beacon of brilliance, scales shimmering in the sun, beneath the glow of the stranger's magic-- she does not recognize it, does not know if it could understand her if she spoke a word to it. Oh, the longer she spends out and about, the more she begins to curse being trapped into this tiny human form...!

A few indistinguishable words spill from her lips, each one of them in her native draconic tongue, as she stumbles to her feet, cradling her glaive all the closer. Beside her, that strange woman chimes out in triumph, a glimmering golden spear shining in her hands where it had not before. It is brilliant, heavenly, unlike anything Einheria has ever seen-- truly, who could have forged such a weapon...?

"You... wish to fell a dragon?" she says, tilting her head. It is an understandable desire, of course, considering the creature attacked the woman first, though she is... uncertain if this stranger has the capability to do so. "I... If you believe you may stand a chance against it, you have my aid as well, good lady."

She gives a brief and awkward curtsy, still not giving the lady any direct eye contact as she clicks her heels together, metal blades emerging from the soles of her shoes as she twirls her glaive. [1]

"...Where did this serpent come from, I wonder...?"

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[1] Ice Skates

Nortic grunted. Ryan looked at the Nortic and Ruven "Look's like Captain is on the menu." He commented with a smile. "Served crispy and well done" commented Nortic. Ruven sighed. "Well I will go front so I get shots on the eyes," he said. Nortic gave a nod pulling out his Ax and shield. "I and Ryan will help the women. they are not bad looking for Humans," commented Nortic his Dwarven accent starting to show. A smile came across Ruven's face. "Well, no rest for us." Ruven Jumped off his horse and sprinted to a nearby dune of sand.

Nortic and Ryan sprinted toward the ocean behind the Dragon and then toward the women. As the gold Spear appeared in the naked woman's hand. Nortic eyes widened. "By all the Gods" He commented.

Ryan was in a spot he could shoot his bow. He drew an Arrow as the tip grew white and hot you could hear the air around it sizzle. [1]

Sarne was impressed with the spear. He knew it came from the Gods Both women were quite talented and skilled. Their movements were of well-trained fighters. with a word, Sarne's sword began to glow white hot. the air crackled as it touched the blade the humidity sizzled. [1]

Sarne was done being respectful to the Dragon. Suddenly Sarne moved and almost could not see him do the sprint. It was just a blur there was a loud ring as his sword struck the dragon's under the neck. With a flash as the sword stuck the dragon. They could see a burst of sparks and metal vs metal sounds as scales fell to the ground. The dragon roared for this time real damage was done. The dragon turned its head to Attack Sarne but Sarne had already moved out of range. Sarne slid to a stop breathing heavily. [2]

[1]  Burning Smite

[2]  Rushing Charge

Anghara spared a glance for the girl when she asked her question.

“Where? That I cannot answer. Why? Well… It was probably drawn here by my presence. Angelic power can be sensed by those with the right… senses.”

With that, she charged forward, heedless of her lack of armor. Or, indeed, clothing.

The group of men fighting the Dragon were doing a pretty good job, for mortals. But Anghara could do something to help them. As she dashed forward, spear held out to the side, she focused on the golden beast, and when she got close enough, dropped to her knees and slid, slashing with her spear.

Shitshitshit. Never slide on sand with your bare skin.

Anghara gritted her teeth and ignored the pain, turning her slide into a forward roll and coming up spinning, delivering a second blow to the Dragon. As the creature’s tail swung at her, she bent backwards, allowing it to pass over her. She straightened, ran forward and leaped, both hands holding her spear and thrusting downwards into the Dragon’s hindquarters, digging in past the scales and anchoring her there, hanging in midair.

She tried to get a grip with her feet, intent on boosting herself up onto the creature’s back. 

Angelic power?

Some of Einheria's steely determination fractures briefly at the very casual way the woman at her side mentions being a host to celestial power, as though she is merely discussing the quality of her sleep over breakfast or making an offhanded comment about the weather. But before she can squeak out a question about anything, there the strange lady goes, armored by nothing but air and hubris, and... all Einheria can do is sigh, whirling her glaive around and skating along behind, sand and summoned ice flying up around her feet as she races to catch up.

The man who had arrived with a band of others seems to have already made a fair bit of progress with weakening the dragon, which is certainly a positive, but goodness gracious, neither one of these two hesitates before charging in and launching off as many attacks as they can manage...! As ancient and powerful as dragons are, it is... strange to see humans and human-adjacent individuals jump so freely into combat with them, as though they are any other mere beast of the world.

...Ah, she really should be contributing instead of standing around and musing.

Einheria quietly sighs, charging forth to approach the dragon, frost dancing around her fingertips as she approaches, swinging her arm back and arcing it forward to toss forth an arc of freezing cold energy, rime clinging to golden scales and shattering, the dragon's very flesh growing brittle, as though armored in a hatchling's soft scales instead of an adult's gleaming natural armor. [1] She twirls her glaive before dragging the blade along its tail in a quick, smooth motion, satisfied with the hiss that emerges from the golden serpent's maw.

The beast stumbles, just so-- such a thing should hopefully make it easier for the strange woman to climb over its back, the frost clinging to the creature's skin making it susceptible to more damage...

...hm. Perhaps they do stand some sort of chance.

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[1] Frost Flash

Catching his breath form his last attack. Sarne dropped back in to a stance his sword leveled and with his shoulders pointing at the dragon.  Sarne's eyes narrow and his breathing steady as the sword glows with a white hue. The tip of his sword starts to glow ever brighter. [1] [2]

The bright tip of the sword lit the area in front of Sarne as the brightness increased to the point it hurt to look at it. The other two Norgic and Ryan charged the rear leg on there side and Norgic swung his axe striking the front part of the dragons leg his white glowing axe cut deep in to the dragons leg hitting between the dragons scales. [1]

Ryan charged the back side thrusting his two handed sword in to the back of the dragons leg. The dragon roared and kicked with a sweeping motion sending Norgic and Ryan flying through the air about 20 feet there was a loud thud when they hit the sand and some groan's shortly after. That told everyone they were still alive. [1]

 The white hot arrow tip from Ruven bow liked like the others weapons in Sarne's party. When the Dragon roared Ruven let the arrow fly it went in to the mouth and pierced its tongue pining it down in its mouth the dragon seem to want to spit it out as it heaved about to throw up. [1]

[1] Burning Smite

[2] Blade Skill Heart Seeker