Ages Eternal [IC] (Ages Eternal) The Spires

As The man approached Vanar let out a low growl. "Your most kind." Said Aether with an small underlying venom in his voice "By what may i call you my good sir?" Aether gave a forced bow with the last.

Taliesin shot his best withering stare at BurnHeart, which wasn't a very good one. His Eidolon turning a vibrant green, with jealousy.
 
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BurnHeart looked at the Dru'Dar who seemed to be staring at him, and his little green... pet. Moving a little, he cranes his neck over so that his head, which was about the size of Taliesin himself, looked the champion in the eyes. "Hello. Who are you?" He asks. The Dru'Dar had definitely wanted to talk, looking at him like that.

Tolanor looked at his friend's antic, grinning a little behind his helmet, before looking at Aether. "The name's Tolanor, follower of the Two-Sided god, avatar of Vengeance. You need not introduce yourself, trickster." He says, looking at Aether. "So, you want to see the criminal or not? If not, I need to go back to sitting and wondering when Burn will muster up the courage to talk to the Criminal's old avatar."

A sound suspiciously like choking is heard from BurnHeart.
 
Frailtear

The dragon's avatar blinked as she heard what Tolanor said. Looking over at Burnheart, Frailtear ignored the large dragon. Instead, she walked up to Taliesin. She had been holding her frustration back for a while now, and it was finally bursting forth. With a motion so quick that Taliesin and Burn could not follow it, Frailtear smacked Taliesin. A loud slap could be heard by all who were present.

"Taliesin," murmurred the woman, threateningly, flames beginning to lick her arms, "Where were you?" Her voice coming out as a growl, Frailtear's form shifted into that of a dragon's, her scales cracked and chipped from plague. With a movement as fast as lightning, Frailtear bore down on Taliesin, pinning him to the ground t=with one of her paws.

"Where did you go?" She asked, her great maw only inches away from Taliesin's face.
 
Taliesin let out s shriek as he was pinned "I-I---I was t-taken by seven needles where the W-wh-worm ate the moon, Then i was l-looking for you among the c-corpses, a-ah-after that I was migrating the dru-dru'dar back to their h-homes." Stammered Taliesin as tears formed in his eyes. "I Th-thought you where dead." As Taliesin said this tears where streaming down his snout. "I-I'm sorry i lost hope in you."
 
Frailtear

Backing off of Taliesin, Frailtear walked back towards her stone-encased goddess. "You thought I had died, Taliesin?" Her anger, and her hurt, was felt in her words. She had not expected Taliesin to do something like this. She had not expected him to give up on her. "Why did you not search the LIVING!!!" Frailtear shouted this, falling back into her human form, falling down to her knees, tears began to stream down the woman's face.

Aer

Aer, seeing the hurt that was felt by Frailtear, went to her queen's avatar. Wrapping her in a light breeze, Aer spoke, "Frailtear, do not lash out against him. It is not his fault." Aer tried her best to soothe Frailtear, but it seemed as though the hurt was too great to overcome. For now, at least.
 
BurnHeart and Tolanor looked at each other. Using a link developed over years of friendship, a conversation between them passed in the blink of an eye.

B: What do I do?
T: I don't know what dragons look for in comfort!
B: Neither do I! I was an orphan!
T: Fuck, I dunno. Show her you care or something. Works with humans.
B: ... you sure? I mean, I don't wanna go ne-
T: Yes I'm sure! Do it!
B: (uncertainly) Okay... if you say so I guess...

With that cleared up, the titanic dragon turned back to where Frailtear sat, crying. Slowly, he reach out with his neck and touched the fallen Avatar on the back with his snout. When she looked up at him, he gives the dragon equivalent of a nervous look. "Look, I don't know what happened between you two, but do you want to talk about it? We can fly while we do it I feel you want? I always thought flying was a good way to let go of worries..." he trails off, not meeting Frailtear's gaze as he looks at the ground.

It was hard to compare this nervous little hatching to the confident and bloodthirsty drake Paloria had met and combatted during the War.
 
Frailtear

Hearing the words said by both that idiot of a dragon and Aer, Frailtear left the spire. She just dropped down, flame engulfing her, becoming a much smaller, and prettier, version of BurnHeart. Flying away on the winds, molten tears of liquid fire dripped from her eyes, falling to the ground far below. Humans, upon finding these solidified tears, will treat them as idols of a love gone wrong.

What she didn't notice was that Burnheart had decided to follow her, his large wings allowing him to catch up with the she-dragon.
 
BurnHeart had no clue what he was doing. It was almost as if his body had moved by itself, chasing after the angry she-dragon (Which, among his people, is actually a metaphor for suicide). Sure he was interested in her, it was easy to tell that much, but certainly not enough to actively try and calm her down after wuch a shock.

But to just leave someone crying like that, without trying to help... It left a bad taste in his mouth.

The mighty Dragon's powerful wings beat forward as his titanic body was propelled forward, his wingspan alone almost the length of his target. It didn't take him long to catch up to her, but even as he did so he wasn't sure what he would do. How do you calm someone after something like that? All he had ever had in the way of friendw was Tolanor, and the two had always known that if one died, the other would soon after (one way or another).

For this... he was lost. So he reverted to what he did whenever he felt down. He flew. He just flew next to her, silent as the smaller dragon pushed herself. He would not prompt her to talk. He would not nudge her. He would not overstep his bounds.

But he would be there.
 
3000 years later after they start dating
Refcaskha's titanic form floated up to the Spire, his ragged form dwarfing that of the dragons below him as he shrinks down to their level. He was not looking forward to this, yet he knew he must. Paloria had payed her penance, isolated from the world and kept imprisoned by those she called family. Hopefully the millenia of loneliness after his Avatar had ended his life, passing on with BurnHeart and FrailTear into the dreamscape for all eternity, hadn't damaged her senses.

Nodding at the assembled dragons, who had all arrived here for this very purpose, he speaks. "It is time. Paloria has payed penance for her crimes. We shall now judge if she is truely repentant." He states, his voice powerful as he gestures towards Granite. "Lead me to her." He commands, his mind entirely focused upon the matter at hand.

Had she changed?
 
Paloria stood upon her silent throne, the fallen corpse of her once great champion buried at the base. She knew her time had come. Fire would once again reign alive upon the world of Idain and Obus, its power having grown week these past 3,000 years.

Turning around, Paloria watched as Refcaskha, the god who had imprisoned her, descended.

"Dear brother, to what do I owe the pleasure?" She asked, her question rhetorical as she already new the reasons behind his coming.
 
“I am not your brother, Paloria. And even if I was, you would have long since been disowned.” The god mutters, leaking only a small amount of his form into the mortal plane. As she was, if Paloria were to view him in full she would be reduced to ash.

“I am here to determine whether or not you deserve your powers back. What do you plan to do, should you leave this place. You cannot lie to me, mortal as you are.”
 
Paloria chuckled, her mouth forming a light smile, "Brother Refcaskha, as you can see, I am no mortal. I have lived for all eternity and I will continue to live for all eternity."

Then musing over her thoughts, she replied to his more important question, "I plan to help my children, no matter what race they may be. I will not put my dragons above them, they will be on equal footing in my eyes."

Paloria turned to Refcaskha, her godless green eyes burrowing into his own. Their was truth in them, a truth that both soothed and pained one.
 
“I am not your brother. At most I am a cousin. You are immortal because I deigned to make you so. I can easily take this away.” Refcaskha warns, his voice calm as he observes Paloria.

“To take care of your children is a noble goal, but I will require an oath upon your godhood that you will not cause mass harm towards a race that I and others deem innocent. Should you agree to this, the Flame will return to you.”
 
Paloria sighed, she knew the terms. "Brother, I give you my oath today as I gave it to you 3,000 years ago. I will not ravage the world like I once did. Instead, my flames will help to heal and raise it."
 
For a moment there was silence, before Paloria gasps and staggers, a wave of... something washing over her before it is cut off. “I warned you once. Unless you wish to experience Mortality again you will refer to be me as Refcaskha, or cousin if you must, criminal.” He says, his voice ringing out as he bore down on her in the ethereal realm.

“Am I clear?”
 
Paloria did indeed stagger, but not backwards. She staggered into herself. Long lost power, flame, the birth of a god, flowed back into her emaciated form. She was full now. She was one. She was FIRE!

At once, all across the world, within Obus and Idain, fire regained its power. Flames, tended to by the most careful of men and creatures, burst into life, harming none for it was brief. The flames of the forges of the dwarves burn hot and bright, strong enough to melt mithril.

Paloria's green eyes once more burned with crimson flame. Her form shifted, fire engulfing her, and from these flames great scaled legs came forth, wings large enough to blot out the sky sprouted from her back. A long serpentine tail and neck grew, her neck ending with a great dragon's snout. Her form complete, Paloria spoke to her brother, Refcaskha.

"Refcaskha, my cousin, I will hold my end of the bargain up, for not my flames."
 
Refcaskha nodded ar the Dragon queen, returning to his titanic form he grunts for a second, before revealing his true self to Paloria, his presence flooding the cave in crushing waves. "Remember this, Dragon Mother. This is your second chance, rare for even gods. It is up to you how you spend it, but I and others will be watching." He says, his voice echoing, high and low pitched as the sounds of a thousand calm and enraged voices repeated his words.

With a crimson flash, he returned to his form of Vengeance, nodding at the dragon mother and the grave of Frailtear, the once great avatar he had come to be... fond of. With that, he made his way out of the cave and back to Obus.
 
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