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Drakeyl
Played By: Yozshand

Drakeyl by Yozshand

TEAM: The Syndicate

SECTOR: INDUSTRIAL

KIT CLASS: Avatar


Hall Of Fame!

Survival - 8 wins!

Brutal - 2 fatalaties!

Fight Record
League Wins: 8
League Losses: 3
Out Of League Wins: 0
Out of League Losses: 1
Total Wins: 8
Total Losses: 4
John, The Vampire. - Win 19-5
The Exterminator - Win 15-8
The Delusionist - Win 13-8
Maliel, Lord of Inconveniences - Win 14-6
VamPeter Pan - Loss 7-9
The Nameless King - Loss 9-10
RK-001 - Win 12-3
Zekryn - Win 10-8
Bobby - Win 12-6
Le Frog Emporium and Eatery - Win 10-8
Clara Ands - Loss 6-14
Scarlett "Scar" Swarr - Loss 7-9

"SIR! SIR!" shouted a soldier as he charged through the flaps of the command tent. The captain sat at a rough wooden table that had been carved out of a single block of wood. Many different maps and papers lay scattered about the table.

"What do you want soldier?" The captain snapped as he looked up from the papers. He was a battle scared man that was in his late forties. He was an excellent warrior and a very skilled tactician and commander. Many times he had lead his men to decisive victories over their enemies. At this exact moment he was planning the siege of a city only a few days march away.

The scout stood there panting for a moment before finally reciting his message. "Sir!" he said raising his hand in a salute, "there has been a sighting of a creature of unknown origin in the forest only a mile away from our current position. The scout that relayed the message to me told of a creature with a scaly hide and the acrid scent of death about it." The soldier seemed somewhat confused by the message, as if he was trying to make sense of it as he repeated it.

"Is that scout still in the camp?" the captain asked.

"Of course sir!" the soldier replied.

"Fetch him for me at once," the captain ordered as he once again returned his attention to his maps and began to write out some new calculations.

Five minutes later the soldier returned with the scout in tow. Upon entering the tent both men saluted their superior officer and stood at attention.

"You are dismissed Franklin I will call upon you if you are needed again." The soldier bowed and stepped out of the tent, leaving the scout and the captain to talk.

"Now tell me slowly Jack, what exactly did you see?" The captain ordered as he beckoned to the chair that sat across from him.

"Well sir, I was scouting about in the forest when I came upon large clawed tracks. They were unlike anything I had ever seen before and my curiosity got the best of me. I followed the tracks to a clearing. There, I found a most disturbing sight. A creature with green scaly skin and a horned, pointed head was there feasting upon a small group of deer." The scout said in a shaky tone.

"What do you think this beast is exactly?" the commander asked.

"I'm not totally sure sir; I only watched it for a few moments before slinking off to relay the message." The scout replied.

"Well, what else did you see? How big was this creature? Come on man! I need details if we are to combat this thing efficiently."

 

Personality: "Well sir, semi- prone, the thing stood at least as high as this command tent which has to be at least thirteen feet high correct?" The captain nodded, "So I would guess about twenty feet tall at least. It had a long tail that measured at least ten feet, which was only half the size of its body, if not less." The captain was beginning to look worried. As the scout gave the description, he rummaged through a drawer in his desk and produced a book with a black cover bound in silver.

"What is that sir?" the scout inquired.

"It doesn't matter, just continue with your description." The captain snapped.

"Uh... right sir, sorry sir." If one was watching, it would be hard to tell which scared him more; the captain or the thing that he was describing. "Each of its four feet was topped with a four-set of long claws that measured at least three inches. It had some sort of thin membrane tucked up against its side, attached to its body a second pair of... well... arms I guess. I'm not sure how to explain it."

The scout rambled on for another few minutes as the captain leafed through the giant book that he had on the desk before him. He was only partly listened to the scout's description as he went. The bright man already had a good idea of what the scout was describing after he told of the creatures tail. The wings only worked to support his thoughts.

Upon coming to the page that he was searching for, a dark shroud seemed to fall over the room. With a grim look the captain silenced the scout and turned the book to face him. "Is THIS what we face Jack?"

The scout's jaw dropped as he looked at the picture. "Aye sir... that is what we face." He swallowed hard, trying to keep his voice from quivering.

"Very well, you are dismissed. Issue the order to recall all of the men from their posts. We must prepare." In his heart however, the captain knew that most of his men didn't stand a chance. The being they faced was old as the first mountains, timeless as the gods. The being was a Green Dragon.

 

Strength:

 

Standard Normal human strength.Agility:

 

Weak BELOW normal human agility.
Slow and uncoordinated.
Body:

 

Superior Hardy.
Takes punishment like a heavyweight fighter or wrester.
Mind:

 

Standard Normal human mental resources.

Dragon Fear

  • Power: Emotion Control
  • Level:Superior
  • Area Effect This attack causes damage in a large area.
Hours passed as the men filed in and out of the camp in a flurry of action. They were rushing about recalling the men from their guard and scout positions and preparing their weapons for war. Wizards sat in a giant arcane circle to the left of the large camp, chanting and preparing for battle in their own way.

The captain exited his tent into the brilliant noon-hour sunlight. His battle regalia glinted in the light and his sapphire blue cape blew in the wind. At his side hung a skilfully crafted hand-and-a-half sword. He planted the end of his shield into the ground and removed his helmet, placing it under his left arm.

"TO ME MEN!" he shouted. Immediately the camp shifted into double time. Everybody finished sharpening their weapons or fletching arrows or doing whatever else they were doing and rushed to form columns before the man. The only people that didn't move were the wizards who seemed to be totally oblivious to what was going on around them.

Once every last man was assembled before him, he launched into a pre-battle speech that was meant to pump his men up. Their morale was growing high as he continued to talk, speaking words in a way only a skilled commander could to rouse his men to a perfect fighting state. Just before his speech closed, a scream rang out from the rear of the column to the left. "Something is in the camp!"

Battle was upon them now, and everybody knew it. Men fumbled with their helmets as they strapped them on and turned in the direction of the shout. A flash of blue could be seen from between two tents at the far edge of the camp. Immediate a wave of black fear smashed into the columns of men. Many tried to fight it, but some soon buckled beneath the crashing waves of fear and fled the area, stripping off their armour as they ran. Others were able to stand against it, but even they found themselves shaken by the fear that emitted from this creature.

"Hold your ground men! This is dragon fear! It's an 'effect' that all dragons possess and use to their advantage. Fight it men, stand your ground!" The captain's voice rose above the fear that throbbed through the area. Under his inspiring voice, the men redoubled their efforts to battle the fear. Finally, they felt the sea of fear withdraw. The throbbing feeling in their heads was gone, as was the want to run away. That black pall still remained over their hearts however.

Wings of a Dragon

  • Power: Flight
  • Level:Standard
The men were rallied, and were once again in their fighting spirits. Those who had run were nowhere to be found, but that was only a fraction of the men that were part of the captain's army.

"At least we still have the sorcers," the captain said as he fought off the last remnants of Dragon fear. Of course, he didn't really feel that way, but need to keep up the fa�ade a while longer. He kept his eyes on the tents off to his left as he strapped on his helmet that was still under his left arm. He drew his hand-and-a-half sword with his right hand and whirled it about his head a few times before fitting his tower shield on his left arm.

A loud piercing screech split the air and another wave of dragon fear smashed against the men. "HOLD!" the captain shouted. It was a far weaker wave of fear than before, and not a single man fled before it. The men soon realized that this was not an attempt to cause the men to flee, it was a distraction. A loud 'Whoosh' swept through the camp accompanied with a blast of air. A few more rapid Whooshes followed. The men looked bewildered as to what was happening, but their answer was quickly served up as the dragon launched itself high into the air with its powerful hind legs.

Giant wings spanning nearly seventy feet lifted the dragon high into the air. The sun shone through the thin membrane that stretched between the bones in the creature's wings, making the membrane look weak as rice paper. Of course, this was a farce for that membrane was strong as the dragon's scales.

The dragon climbed to a lofty height of nearly one hundred-fifty feet. This was not its full range, but served its purposes for the moment.

With a smirk, the captain shouted "Archers! Fix arrows and take aim!" nearly half the men on the ground pulled a bow of some make from their backs. The types of bows ranged from recurve to compound and were constructed from materials that went from yew to specially treated bone. Hundreds of arrows were knocked and tilted upwards to aim at the dragon that was circling overhead.

At the same moment that the captain ordered the archers to take aim the wizards broke their trance and took their place amongst the men. There they began to conjure balls of fire, bolts of pure energy, and shards of ice that were feet long.

"Loose arrows!" the captain shouted. Hundreds of twangs filled the air as hundreds of arrows were released. A whooshing sound followed as the wizards released their spells against the creature.

Dragon Scales

  • Power: Armor Skin
  • Level:Superior
  • Kit Power Link: Avatar
  • Reinforced Defenses Defense blocks Armor Piercing attacks.
Dragon scales (Superior armour skin)

As the Dragon circled high above the army, he watched and listened as the man down below shouted orders. 'That's right old friend, make them think they can win,' the dragon thought to himself. This was all playing out like it had in the past. Only this time the army that his partner in crime had brought together was near double what he had brought together before. This was all a plan that the two had concocted. The dragon had given the man down below a large sum of gold from his horde to go out and hire a large army of men. After a few months of battle, the dragon would set upon the army and decimate them with the help of their 'captain'. Once that was done they would scour the many tents and bodies left behind for armour, weapons, and the gold that they were given. It was a perfect plan really.

The dragon watched as the archers fit their arrows and the wizards conjured their spells. He snorted in annoyance and a small wisp of foul-smelling gas came out of his nose. They were wasting their time; they just didn't quite know it yet.

There was a loud Twang and Whoosh that came from below as spell and arrow were released toward the dragon. Finally, he could stop floating up there and actually get into the action. Drawing his wings tight to his body, the dragon dropped into a twisting dive-bomb as the arrows and spells streaked in. As he entered the cloud of arrows the dragon closed his eyes. He felt hundreds of tiny shockwaves as the arrows bounced off his scaled hide.

His scales were hard as steel, and were able to repel the arrows easily. Next came the spells. A group of larger shockwaves pounded his body as the spells impacted and were diffused by his scales. ' Is that the best your men have? I thought you were going to be offering me a challenge this time,'The dragon thought as he emerged on the other side. When he was only fifty feet above the ground below, he spread his wings and soared over them, letting out a loud screech as he went.

Acid Breath

  • Power: Decay
  • Level:Supreme
  • Kit Power Link: Avatar
  • Armor Piercing This attack ignores normal defenses which are not Reinforced.
"Bring him down! Bring him down! Aim for his wings!" the captain shouted. Of course they weren't going to do any sort of damage against the creature's wings; they were just as tough as his scales. "Holt! It's not working!" a shout came from the field.

"Do not address me by my name! I will be called captain and nothing else!" Holt shouted, "Keep trying men! We have to break through his scales before we can do any real damage. Wizards, Pound away at his body! Archers, aim for the wings and the face!" He was beginning to tire of shouting orders to his unaware men. They seemed totally clueless of what was going to happen to them. They fought with everything they had, but it was not nearly enough to do anything or even make this interesting for the dragon.

He really just wanted to get this slaughter done with so he and his dragon ally could begin to count up their profits for the few months work put forth. It would only be a bit longer now. The dragon turned a sharp corner in the air and descended to forty feet. The tents could be seen blowing this way and that in the buffeting force created by the dragon's wings. As it neared the body of men it let loose another wave of dragon fear. This wave was intense, nearly as bad as the original wave. The men fought it off however, but this caused them to take their eyes off the sky and become rooted in place for a time.

A long and low growl began to emit from the dragon's throat as he flew towards the large body of men. Holt knew exactly what was coming, it was the Dragon's acid breath. Acid so strong it could eat through some of the strongest metals known to man, and was able to burn the flesh from the bone in mere seconds. From the length of the growl, Holt gauged just how big the stream was going to be.

As the dragon flew overhead he unleashed a thick and powerful stream of acid from his mouth. Immediately the putrid and burning odour of acid filled the air as it shot toward the unknowing group of troops. The dragon swung his head to the side, altering the course and creating a large arc of acid that splashed against the men below. The Dragon's main targets were the wizards, for they were the ones that would be the most threatening to the dragon and their traitorous general.

Strangled shouts filled the air as the men that were struck by the acid were beginning to melt under its intense strength. Now was his chance. Taking up his hand-an-a-half sword, Holt leaped forward into the mass of men and began to pretend to try and rally the men and stop them from fleeing away from the scene of their allies melting into nothing. Instead however, he was slaughtering them. His keen edge cut through plate armour like a hot knife through butter. He began to cut a bloody swath of destruction around him, using his lesser magical powers to help in combat against wizards. A bolt of lightning struck his armour and was discharged by the adamantium plates that covered its surface. Soon the dragon would set down beside Holt and the battle would be over then.

Tooth, Claw and Tail

  • Power: Natural Weaponry
  • Level:Ultimate
  • Armor Piercing This attack ignores normal defenses which are not Reinforced.
The dragon listened with delight as the men below were yelling and crying out for their mothers as the acid dissolved their bodies. He chortled slightly as he flew over their heads and rounded once again, dropping even lower this time. He skimmed the tops of the tents as he made his way back toward the mass of men that were under the command of his ally, though he wasn't so sure how true that statement was anymore.

The answer became apparent to him as the creature flew towards the mass of men. Around a single figure who's brilliant armour shone in the afternoon sun there was a bloody circle. It was obvious to the dragon that Holt had turned against his men and had begun to kill them off as well. The dragon pumped his wings harder as he raced to get to the figure's side. With another blast of acid, the dragon set down next to Holt and began to fight with tooth and claw.

The dragon's knowledge of combat was extensive, having done battle with many foes before hand, some which were larger than himself. His muscles were strengthened by the many aeons that he had lived, and he cut through the armour that the men wore far easier than even his ally. His powerful front arms slashed out in front of him at three men. The movement was extremely fast, and had effectively cut the men into five ribbons of their former selves.

While his hands were occupied, the Dragon's head flashed this way and that, biting soldiers in half and breaking the tips off of any spears that would come against him. Every now and then a wizard would show face, but he was quickly dealt with by a quick blast of acid.

The dragon's rear was not unprotected either. The dragon had a long and thick tail that worked perfectly as a club. The end was topped with a single spike that was able to be driven with immense force into a being's body. It was able to pierce all but the strongest of metals and often resulted in a fatal wound. And so they fought; a natural meat grinder alongside a skill swords man (who was also a meat grinder to a lesser extent).

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After half an hour of intense fighting, the battle was finally over. The dragon's hide had been broken in several places and was now leaking the creature's green blood. The armour of the man beside him was dented in many places and was covered in blood so badly that it was impossible to tell if the blood belonged to the man or the men he cut down with his sword.

They looked at each other and nodded. They knew exactly what was going to happen next. Holt stripped the command tent of its giant cloth covering and reinforced it with a magical spell. He stabbed his sword into it and found that it would not puncture. Satisfied, the man and dragon began to scour the tents and bodies of the men and stacked whatever they found on the giant piece of cloth.

After the entire tent camp was ransacked, they had nearly tripled what they could have hoped for in worth. More than a few of the items that the wizards had been carrying magical artefacts which would be worth large amounts at a mage ware shop. Finally Holt stripped off his armour and added it to the load. With a few magical words he reduced the weight of the pack and mounted the dragon's spiny back.

Grabbing the top of the bundle, the dragon soared away from the desecrated corpses that were stripped of all belongings.

After a short flight the dragon and Holt landed in a large hollow that could be found deep in the forest in the top of the tallest and strongest tree. This tree had been enhanced by the dragon's presence, for he had a certain effect on plants that he could just not explain. The floor and walls of this tree haven were woven of branches as hard and strong as stone. With a loud clatter the dragon dropped the bundle to the floor of his lair and settled down to the floor.

The next few days were spent by Holt and the dragon counting out their treasure. The metal from all of the armour and weapons that were broken was worth more than the gold that was given to the human alone. This was an excellent haul, and it went perfectly according to plan. After the riches had been counted out, the dragon gifted Holt with a new set of armour, a magnificent spear, and a large sum of gold with which to build another army.

They flew from the lair later that day and set down in the forest just outside of a large city.

"Goodbye friend, I will be coming into contact with you soon," the dragon said to Holt

"I await your contact. Farewell Drakeyl, may your treasures keep you warm at night," replied the human. With that he smeared dirt on his armour to give it a well traveled look and headed off toward the city. Drakeyl sauntered off in the other direction with a dragon's smile on his face.

An inexplicable effect

Drakeyl was laying in his lair one day, thinking and planning about his future. His alliance with Holt was becoming a profitable one, but it was beginning to become tedious. He hated having to rely on the human to gather large numbers of troops under his banner. Drakeyl had to admit however, that it was extremely effective.

As he lay there, a voice popped into his head. It was a deep voice, far deeper than anything that Drakeyl had ever heard before. It offered the Dragon advice, but he recoiled, thinking that he had been discovered and quickly exited his lair in search of whatever was invading his mind.

He flitted above and below his giant tree home for a long while, but found nothing. Confused, the dragon returned to his lair only to have the voice return once again.

"Worry not good dragon, for you have not been discovered," the voice boomed. "I am not a sentient being that many can communicate with, oh no, I am the tree in which you make your lair."

The dragon didn't believe a word that the voice was speaking, and quickly dug a sharp claw into the floor of his lair.

"AH! that hurt good dragon, please refrain from digging your claws into my body. My bark may be hard as stone, but I can still feel pain."

"How can I speak to you? how long have we been able to speak before now?!" Drakeyl roared as he dug his claw deeper into the tree.

"I know not how you can speak to me! Perhaps it's the fact that you are what you are, a green dragon. How long have we been able to speak before now... well... since you made this tree your lair I suppose. I haven't ever found the ability to speak to you directly until now, but I have been able to hear your thoughts. Your thoughts were beautiful in the beginning, and made me wish to grow and shelter you. Though you're thoughts are more malicious now, I still enjoy your company. Please remove your claw."

Slightly dazed, Drakely removed his claw and fell back onto his rump. This tree had been reading his thoughts the entire time, knew of all of his plans and his worries. This tree knew as much about him as he did about himself.

Drakeyl was about to lash out again when another thought came to him. He was always very lonely in his lair by himself, and though his treasures were great, they didn't keep him company with conversation like Holt did. He smiled as he began to converse with the tree, talking about anything that he could think of.

Soon, more voices were present in his mind, all of them the voices of the plants that lived around him. Drakeyl could speak to plants, he couldn't explain it, but he could.

Putrid Breath

  • Power: Toxic Touch
  • Level:Superior
  • Area Effect This attack causes damage in a large area.
  • Ranged Attack Attack usable at a distance (only).
  • Weakness: Limited Uses -Multi-Use
  • Weakness: Not usable in terrain Mountain Peaks
It was a beautiful day. The breeze was blowing softly down the forest trail with the sun shining through the leave above, giving the path before Kalvin a speckled appearance. Small animals were chattering in the undergrowth, talking about whatever animals talked about.

Kalvin smiled as he listened in to one particularly amusing conversation between two birds. They were conversing about feats completed long in the past, recounting them much like a duo of war veterans would. Kalvin was able to speak with animals and understand their many dialects, one of his many gifts that had been developed over the years under the service of his god.

A sudden cry for help split the air. It was the voice of a female dear that was filled to the brim with pain and fear. Kalvin answered the call immediately. He called upon another of his powers and turned into an agile forest cat and went charging through to woods toward the source of the cry.

Kalvin arrived to a gruesome sight in a small glade. Laying in the middle of the glade was the mangled corpse of the animal that had emitted the cry. The lump of gore that was there now however did not resemble an animal at all, much less the graceful doe that had let loose the cry to begin with.

A loud 'whump... whump...' filled the air. Turning his eyes skyward, Kalvin saw a great beast settling to the ground. Never before had he seen such a beast, but he immediately knew what it was, and that it was responsible for the murder committed in that glade.

In a fit of rage, Kalvin shapechanged into the most powerful being at his disposal, a mighty dire bear. His claws were sharp as razors and his fur thick enough to stop bullets. With a berserk feral roar, the bear charged headlong at the dragon that stood before him.

Drakeyl was not worried nor surprised. He had been listening to the trees around him, listening in to all that they had to say about the figure that was approaching. He knew about the man's powers, and knew exactly how he was going to combat him.

As the bear charged, a low growl sounded from within Drakeyl's chest. Putrid gases began to waft out of his nostrils as the poisonous gas that was created by his acid began to well up into his mouth. The once the bear had drawn close enough, it would be time to strike, all that Drakeyl had to do was bide his time.

Kalvin was becoming confident in his charge. The beast had made no attempt to move out of the way. Kalvin thought this a product of fear instilled in the beast. Had he not been grunting and growling throughout his entire charge, he may have heard the growl resounding from the dragon's chest. A growl that would mark his death.

When the giant bear was only a few feet away, Drakeyl let loose his toxic breath right into the face of the beast. Surprised, the bear drew in a quick breath, and the toxic vapors rapidly took hold. Over the last few feet of his charge, Kalvin felt his strength wilt away to nothing. He didn't understand, and was barely conscious when the came skidding to a halt at the feet of the dragon. Tears welled up in his now burning eyes as he looked into the eyes of the dragon. In response, Drakeyl blew another toxic cloud into the bear's face.

Drakeyl stared down at the twitching body of the bear. He wasn't going to eat the beast's corpse. He never really did like the taste of tainted meat. With a few hard beats of his wings, Drakeyl lifted himself off the ground and into the sky.