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 PostPosted: Mon Aug 23, 2004 10:02 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote Back to top

"Sided with Tanasril? Drexel, if this is Riven, she's mad!" Tarmyln drew his sword, preparing to contest the creature, but Riven only shook her head.
"No! You must come quickly -- it's the only way - "
The transformed Princess was interrupted by a terrible roar issuing from the clouds. Looking up, the three of them saw a flight of Dragons descend upon the town. Flames burst forth from the surrounding Temples as the monsters swept past, the wind of their wings knocking Drexel to his feet. Riven spread her own striped wings to keep her balance, then knelt.
"Hurry!" she urged Drexel. "You see I'm right!"
"Do as she says!" shouted the Emperor above the sudden rush of flames and the hiss of steam as the rain fell upon the burning buildings. "I must rally my army against this new threat! Perhaps you can find out what's going on!"

"What my services are? Truly, Alhana, do you have to ask? As to 'your' daughter, whether she saved you could be debated."
"If you've tricked her," warned Darius, "you'll not live long to regret it!"
"What she did, she did of her own will," replied Tanasril. He shrugged his hunched shoulders and chuckling with a hideous gurgling. "Just as she chose me. You were not here -- "
A draconic scream ripped through his voice. Glancing up at the barrier of cloud and magic, Tanasril frowned as though he would see his two treacherous minions.
"Xath? Terida?"
In answer, sounds of terrible battle filtered down through the shield. another scream, and the ceiling of vines trembled as a huge bulk crashed through the barrier.
Cursing, Tanasril raised his arms. A pillar of light shot up, dissolving the barrier and whatever was falling through it. Cleared now, he looked up to see a golden Dragon sweep past.
"What trickery is this?" he cried. "Riven! Come to me!" Suddenly mindful of the silent Magisrays, he turned his attention back to them. "and you, Your Majesties," he said, his voice filled with concern, "please allow my Equestrodens to escort you to the dungeons."
"Dungeons? Are you mad, mage?" Jager swept out his sword and stepped forward.
"I have been called that. But with those abominations above, you will be safer there than anywhere else."
"I hate to admit it, but he's right," sighed Alhana. "But we need no escort. I still don't trust you Tanasril. and if you have done anything to Riven, beyond what - "
"Yes, yes," Tanasril waved his arms impatiently. "Just go and get out of danger. It would not do to have you hurt. Riven!"

"Where am I?" snarled Juster. His head burned with pain, but he ignored it. Setting his gaze on a tall shape above him, he forced his eyes to focus until the Equestroden became clear.
"In cellars of the Palace of Magicum," answered the rodent. "I am Knight Lieutenant Srynje. And you, Juster Silveredge, are the captive of Master Tanasril."
"Am I to take it that the mage won?" Juster spat.
"More or less." Srynje shrugged. "There's a rumour that Tanasril has reaffirmed his hold over that young female. With her, you don't stand a chance."
"That's Princess Riven to you, scum." Juster struggled with his bonds, but weakened as he was he made no impression on them. Srynje watched with a sardonic smile.
"I wouldn't do that. If you struggle, I'll have to make them tighter, and that would be most unpleasant."
"Come near me and I'll kill you."
"Indeed." Srynje laughed. "You are quite spirited. No wonder you had the gall to betray the Master. Well, well. I shall quite enjoy watching that spirit be broken."
Juster snarled wordlessly and lunged for the Equestroden. Disdainfully Srynje caught his attack with his shield and threw him back to the floor.
"Stay down, cur," he sneered. "I'm not particularly happy about watching you, and you don't want to give me an excuse to hurt you."
"Unbind me, and we'll see who gets hurt."
"Don't tempt me."
"Who is that?" asked another voice. Juster's eyes widened.
"Queen Alhana?" he said. Srynje swore and turned as the dim room was flodded with torchlight.
"Who in the Master's name are you?" he demanded. Alhana, who came first, drew herself up.
"I am Alhana, Queen of Magicum, and this is my family. Stand down, beast; we have Tanasril's pledge to aid us."
"If you say so," said Srynje dubiously. The group filed into the cellar, followed by a bedraggled Equestroden.
"It's true, sir," he said, nodding to the Lieutenant. "Riven brought them to the Master, and he sent them to the dungeons to be safe. Only they came here, instead."
"We'll be just as safe in the cellars as in the dungeons," said Darius sharply. "And if Tanasril's intentions are good, he won't mind."
"Hmph." Srynje turned away.
"Good? Tanasril?" The Magisrays looked over, and Alhana cried out.
"Oh! Sir Juster! I didn't see you!"
"You do now. Alhana, you're mad to trust Tanasril."
"Shut up, dog," growled Srynje.
"shut up yourself!" cut in Tomass. "You have to release him. Tanasril wants the Silveredges, too."
"I'll bet he does," muttered Srynje. Grinning, he bent down and cut Drexel's bonds. The Warrior stood up, flexing his arms.
"We have little choice, Sir Juster," said Jager wearily. "Riven is the one who talked us into this. No we just have to wait it out."
"Riven! She brought you here?" Juster was incredulous. "Surely she hasn't sold out to tanasril!"
"We hope not," replied Alhana.
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 PostPosted: Tue Aug 24, 2004 9:46 am    Post subject: fun times Reply with quote Back to top

Her rolled out of the way, a great black cloud gushed pass where she was a second ago. In her mind’s eye she saw two of her opponents have broken off the pursuit. And the remaining six are tight on the heels. The wings are becoming heavy as the fatigue sat in. A few more minutes she would fall from exhaustion if not from the relentless assault of the black dragons. Suddenly, she caught a glimpse of a sprawling human settlement leaping up on the horizon, she quickly made a dive towards it, and the black dragon followed.

As a lone gold dragon made her desperate dive towards the capital of D'Tar Mordin, a few thousand miles to the east, the surviving firedrakes have made off with much of Magicum’s treasure. The gold dragons are still tied up in the aerial skirmish with their black cousins and are powerless to stop the pillaging. The firedrakes quickly accented by circling upwards, then ride the gale southwards to the safety of their volcanic nests hiding deep within Hellfire Mountains.

And the remaining black dragons find their number quickly diminishing from superior reflex and agility of their gold opponent and the desperate human defender wielding magic and arrows. They scattered into a messy retreat to the southwest, with gold dragons close in pursuit. It seemed that Dauros has won the day.

The gold archon did not give chase, nor gave any command to stop chasing. In the brief second he is exposed to the interior of the palace, they sensed something, and his divine intuition urged him to uncover it.

There was no waiting, the archon and his close escort suspended themselves in mid air, head down. Then their forms were covered in divine light, they dived downwards, and the shield crumbled under the might of Dauros.

Inside, Tanasril is surprised to see to humanoid figure approaching from the dust and debris. To his left was a man, dressed in silver robes and carries a long golden staffed topped with an orb of lighting. To his right he saw a woman, stern in expression, wearing elaborate plate armor that had glowed softly, a rune blade in her hand. They spoke before Tanasril could offer one of his snide remarks, and their questions sliced deep into his soul.

“You are not human, what are you!”
“You are not human, what are you!”
 
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Tanasril squinted at his unexpected visitors. "Strange words," he murmured, "but then, I never found Gold Dragons to be the best conversationists. I am not human?" He chuckled, sidestepping around the shapeshifted Dragons, who turned silently, staring at him. "Then what am I, indeed? My parents were human, as were theirs. What else would I be, if not human?"
While he spoke, he began probing at their auras. Suddenly his eyes widened, and he bowed mockingly. "Forgive me, Great Ones. I did realize I was in the presence of such distinguished company." His voice, at first low in pitch, began rising as he continued to circle them. Why do the Archons of Dauros trouble me in my hour of triumph? Surely my affairs do not concern you! Riven!" As he shrieked out the last word, he sent out a powerful mental plea to the Princess for her help.
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 PostPosted: Tue Aug 24, 2004 9:27 pm    Post subject: a lesson in flying ... Reply with quote Back to top

And there was, dozens, no, hundreds of ballista, turning towards a tiny spot of light in the darkening sky over D'Tar Mordin. In her mind’s eye, she senses the hundreds of ballista crews staring down their telescopes at her, turning wheels and gears to keep her in the crosshairs.

She gathers all her remaining strength and pull upwards sharply, and before a coin could fall, all ballista in D'Tar Mordin fired, all five hundred of them. The bolts traveled upwards in an almost solid wall of steel and fire, what happened next was both spectacular and terrifying.

The maelstrom grinded though the tailing black dragons, who was still surprised with the sudden disappearance of their foe. The bolts impacted the first flight in a devastating show of force, turning three black dragons into a cloud of blood, scales and bone raining down on the streets below. The lone gold dragon took advantage of this sudden turn of event, she climbed higher into the cloud and out of the range of ballista while they are being reloaded, and glided gracefully southwards.

The black archon and his remaining escorts broke the chase and dived. After all, the imbeciles that manned the ballista should not go unpunished.

Back in Magicum, the gold archon bathed what remained of the throne in white light. “Your acts have broken the law of nature set down by his divinity. Repent now, Arch-mage, or it will be the last mistake you make!” The male spoke, strangely in common.
 
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The winged horse darted forward, haven't watched her family depart only moments before. Her wings were spread, and her horn was beginning to glow. Above them, the storm outside swirled, dark clouds spinning together. She would not let them hurt Tanasril! Riven's hooves clapped across the stone as the moved to create a shield around herself and the mage.
"There has been no transgression," she told the dragons angrily. Who were they? And why were they in her kingdom? "No you will leave, quietly, qith no further damage to my city. Or I will make you leave." Her horn glowed blue, and she inched in front of her Master, protecting him. "Go!" Simultaneous with her word, thunder boomed, and lightning crackled down, splitting to strike around the two Archons.
She was not scared; there was no need to be. She had all of natures terrors and wonders on her side to command; nothing could challenge her now; she was unstopable. And the power was thrilling.
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 PostPosted: Tue Aug 24, 2004 10:53 pm    Post subject: let justice fall. Reply with quote Back to top

Appearance of Riven was precisely what the Dragons counted on, all along. The mage his slammed his staff against the polished floor of the throne room, and time froze.

“The dark lightings should not avail you” he spoke; his majestic voice echoed the room “His divinity’s will command the flow of time itself. Attempts to escape justice are futile, you may speak, but you may not move, because the law giver himself deemed so. All those present should now be judged in his name, if you are deemed innocent, you should forever remain free, if not, you will spend eternity as stone, is that understood?”

In a shimmer of light, the royal family appeared before them, terrified and confused at the sudden turn of event.

“Let justice fall. Riven, defend thee deeds with thy words, begin!”
 
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The Princess blinked. Her muscles were bunched ready to lunge at them, and she wasn't moving. Her eyes alone darted from side to side. She heard her family, and she could see Drexel, not far from her. All were confused; she did not know if they, too were frozen.
Riven turned her attention to the dragons once more. Defend herself? Against what? She still did not know who they were. "I have done no wrong," she spat out. "There is nothing to defend against. You, on the other hand,, could offer us some answers." She could see Tanasril from the corner of her eye; and he didn't look happy. And nobody wanted that.
Her horn began to glow.
Well - she didn't need to move to use magic. Lightning crackled down, thunder sang, and wind whipped along the outside of the palace. Moss began to carpet the floor, and vines grew along the walls. She seemed ready to bring a hurricane - or worse - down on these creatures; all in the defense of her home, and master. Her eyes seemed multi-colored - one feeling gave way to the next. Amber puzzlement, red anger, and even a deep purple, a color she herself had never seen in her eyes - a feeling of prootection welled in her. Everything that needed protection was in this room, and she had the power to do it. Indeed, perhaps Tanasril had made her too strong. It did not worry her; she was not scared. She had power at her fingertips - figuratively speaking - and she would protect those she loved.
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 PostPosted: Wed Aug 25, 2004 9:57 am    Post subject: next ! Reply with quote Back to top

“The answer thou seek should be provided when his divinity deem you deserve it. The judgment has passed, princess, you are innocent, and should be set free.” The archon said, and time seems to flow freely though riven again.

“Tanasril, you should be next, offer your words in defense of your transgression against the natural order, be careful, or the wrath of his divinity be upon you!”
 
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 PostPosted: Wed Aug 25, 2004 2:05 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote Back to top

Tanasril glared at the shapeshifted Dragons, his hands twitching. His mismatched eyes burned with a deep hatred, and magic crackled around him. Formless yet, the Ether Winds hummed around him like overstretched wires.
"Defend myself?" he finally whispered. "This is not Dauros' Hall of Judgement, lizards. Your dribbling Law Giver has no authority here."
"Careful," warned the female. "Thou art condemning thyself to the wrath of the divinity."
Tanasril snapped his gnarled fingers. "That for your divinity! Always meddling, always poking their noses where they are unwanted, always prating about the 'right' and the 'good' -- faugh! And Dauros; he's possibly the worst. 'Order'. 'Justice'. This is forbidden -- that is forbidden! Narrow-minded, arrogant; how I loathe you and your divine master!"
"So far," interrupted the male Archon sternly, "thou hast only dug thyself deeper into thy grave. Hast thou nothing fitting to say?"
"And who made you my keeper?" screamed Tanasril in return. "I ask only to be allowed to live my own life helping others as I see fit, but - " the power began to coalesce around him; his eyes blazed, his body glowed " - but you and yours are always there, always meddling, always hindering me! Law? Natural order? I care not for these things! Your words are but the meaningless drivel of puppets, controlled by a selfish god for his own ends! I make my own order!"
"Enough!" Alhana's voice cracked through the room like the lightning. "Tanasril is my enemy, and he has done great harm. But I do not recall asking for your aid, whoever or whatever you are. This is my kingdom, as it was my mother's, and her fathers, and all the way back to the time of Carmen and Riley! You claim to be the representatives of Dauros, but so far all you've done is add to the destruction of my Palace and town! What right do you have - "
"Peace," said the female gently. "We will come to you soon."
Tanasril shook with silent mirth throughout the exchange. Now, as the Dragon finished speaking, he burst into his discordant laugh. He lifted his hands into the air, and a staff bent and gnarled as much as he formed there.
"See?" he cackled. "Nobody wants you. Now flap back to your rock heaps and dance attendance on your precious godling, or I shall have no choice but to make open war on the gods!"
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Tarmyln stood at the parapet of a Guardhouse and stared out over the city, Davar and Taramech at his side. Magicum was nearly destroyed, the three attacks having taken their toll. To the north and east the Equestroden Knighthood had toppled Guardhouses, Guilds and Temples, as well as slaughtering or capturing all who had tried to resist. To the west and south Thaman's forces had laid waste to everything, burning house and Guild indiscriminately. They and their Black Phantoms that had aided them had blsted apart fully half of Alhana's defending forces. Then the Dragons had come, attacking the already dying town and demolishing its last defenses, leaving only a few buildings standing outside of the Norhterners' camp. Overhead, the Dragons still fought: red and gold scales flashing in the occasionally flash of lightning.
"Not a pretty sight," observed Taramech.
"No," agreed Tarmyln. Although his voice was calm, his knuckles were white as he clenched the crenellations. In his mind, he remembered Alhana on the day of her coronation, barely out of girlhood, and he a young ruler of twenty. She had been so determined then, swearing to make Magicum the greatest city in Ardania, swearing to never let it be destroyed. Now it was all gone, wept away by this madness. He shook his head angrily, grateful of the drizzle that concealed his tears.
"By Krypta," he said softly, "I swear that I will do everything I can to save you, Alhana! You and what's left of your people. By Krypta and Lunord and all the forgotten gods of the North, I vow to slay all who have raised their hands against your city! Davar!" he cried, turning to his Lord General. "Go! Assemble what remains of the Priestesses and Wizards as well as any other ranged fighters. I want those Dragons reduced to dust!"
"Sire!" Torvin saluted, and bounded down the stairs. As his shouts drifted up, the Emperor turned to the Dwarf King.
"Taramech, get your Dwarves together and strengthen our defenses. I'm sure Alhana wouldn't mind a few Ballista Towers."
"Aye, sire!" replied the Dwarf, grinning ferally. He, too, turned and went down the stairs. Tarmyln did not waste time watching, but vaulted over the parapet to land nimbly on the ground. He whistled shrilly, and his stallion came trotting up, unabashed by the lightning or Dragons. He mounting, swinging his sword to catch his followers' attention.
"Sir Maxim! Sir Daybane!" he cried. "Assemble your Warriors! Captain Yulae, gather the Guards! we are storming the Palace, and may Krypta have mercy on Tanasril and his vermin -- for we bloody won't!" The chosen fighters cheered and hastened into their companies. Tarmyln spurred his horse ahead of them as bolts of magic began searing the draconian shapes in the sky. He lifted his free hand to his eyes, staring at the smouldering Palace. Seeing his men were ready, he took up the reins and swept his sword towards the smoking hulk.
"To the Palace!"

The Equestrodens, engaged as they in securing the Palace, had not paid much attention to the arrival of the Northerners. Now they were taken by surprise as the gatehouse rubble shifted. Nervously the half dozen Equestroden Knights listened to the grinding of stone and the cursing of men. Suddenly the entire mass shuddered, and slid away in a mass of dust and ash. When the debris cleared, they saw a tall figure cloaked in red and crowned with a golden circlet illuminated by lightning. His sword still dripped with blood, kept from hardening by the rain, and his eyes carried the same promise as his scarlet blade.
"Death take you all!" he cried. spurring his horse, the Emperor burst through their unsteady line and into the courtyard. Behind him, four by four through the rubble, marched the halberdiers of the Imperial Guard. Lowering their weapons, they charged the Equestrodens. After a brief but violent struggle, the vermin Knights were overcome, and the men of D'Tar Mordin stormed after their leader.
The Knights, alarmed at this new threat, came surging down from the walls and from the keep. Tarmyln was already urrounded, but he did not care.
One after another he cut down the Equestrodens that challenged him. His cloak was torn to tatters, his coronet was broken, his arm torn open by a narrow gash, but still the Emperor laughed with an eldritch fury that stopped the hearts of the transformed Ratmen and brought the blood of his men to boil.
"Retreat!" First one Knight Captain then another took up the cry. "Fall back to the keep!"
"Don't let them!" shouted Tarmyln. Roaring with battlelust, the Warriors and Guardsmen charged after the Equestrodens, leaving several score dead Knights and six Guardsmen behind them. The Equestrodens made the gate, but they had no time to take up a position as the humans followed less than a yard behind. They turned at bay, engaging the Heroes and henchmen with the knowledge that they were protecting their Master. The clangour resounded throughout the Palace as the two ferocious sides might in a horrible melee.
Tarmyln had held back while his berserking followers had pursued the strange Rats. Now, seeing them engaged, he gave a great cry and spurred his horse towards the keep and the battle.
"Hold them here!" he shouted. "Maxim, Daysbane, Yulae, make sure they all die! I will break through and find the madman!"
Hearing this, the Knight Captains moved to bar his way even as his henchmen parted. The Equestroden commanders thrust viciously with spears and pikes; the Emperor's horse crashed to ruin. Thinking their Emperor fallen, the humans roared with treble fury and hurled themselves upon the Knights, breaking their weapons with maddened blows and cleaving through armour and helmet. If the humans' own weapons broke, they tore the scimitars and polearms from their opponents and continued to fight.
Tarmyln, however, had not fallen. When his horse first stumbled he had leapt from the saddle, landing beyond the press of Equestrodens. Ignoring them as the Knight captains turned to pursue, he set off towards the throne room, certain that he would find Tanasril there.
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 PostPosted: Tue Aug 31, 2004 6:22 am    Post subject: Reply with quote Back to top

Riven shifted, continually looking between Alhana, her Master, and the dragons. Her family, had united with Tanasril, in a way; at least until these dragons were gone.
Alhana stood tall, looking furious, at the head of her clan. Her swoord was drawn, and her eyes were red and blazing. The eyes of her family varied, as Riven observed; they were uneasy. Her head - which had drooped in the past moments - lifted once more, red and purple burning up in her eyes.
The queen's grip on her sword was tight, and she moved forward; unwittingly standing next to Tanasril. This was her kingdom. It had been given her by her mother's death, and she'd taken it unwillingly. But now it was hers, and it had been all but destroyed. She had been only a girl when she led Magicum in victory against her first enemies; why, then, was Magicum all but demolished, now?
An anger she'd never felt filled her. She could picture Wodenthal dead before her, sacrificing himself. She saw all of her people, dying in the name of Magicum - in the name of Alhana Magisray.
Lifting her sword, she pointed at the archdragons. "Get out," she snarled.
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“Make war upon this!” A great voice echoed, lighting stroke, and thunder rolled. When all has passed, Tanasril stood motionless, his defiance locked in stone.

“Tanasril should be imprisoned in the form of stone until a pardon is given. He has received the punishment for transgression against nature and laws of his divinity.”

The archon then turned to Alhana, and spoke again. Only this time, all their power seemed to have left their voice.

“We are sorry for our intrusion, your majesty, but Tanasril held this fort by might and we could not regard it as yours.” They continued in their usual arrogance, after a brief pulse, “You have led an army to victory many years ago, against the very same creature now you now side with. I do not wish you weep, but I do wish you guilt.”

The archons turned again, to the winded creature “Riven, your mind should be clearing now. It was your freedom to do what you will, and the freedom is still yours. Common shape shifting brews should permit you to assume your normal shape, however only a seasoned wizard could cure your aliment. We have the power; unfortunately, we are not permitted to intervene, we wish you well, goodbye.”

With that, the archons vanished a in brilliant portal of light.
 
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The Magisrays, as well as Drexel and Juster, stood staring at the statue, all that was left, apparently, of both Archons and Tanasril. But the Ether Winds still swirled violently about the uplifted arms and staff, still coruscated about the petrified form.
"Is it over?" asked Darius cautiously. "Just like that?"
"It can't be," replied Alhana. "It was too ... easy. Tanasril's too powerful -- I can't believe he'd just be petrified."
"But he was," said Jager. He shrugged.
"So, apparently, was the Princess," said Juster. He pointed at the rigid equine form. Riven was facing Tanasril, and she appeared as lifeless as he.
She had not heard the words of the Dragons at the end, only their condemnation of her Master. Now he was gone from her forever, locked in a stone prison even she could not break ... or was he? Within her mind, she heard a voice.
Riven! cried the voice of Tanasril -- a deep voice, unbroken by time or horrific study. Lend me your strength! The Ether Winds swirled out from the statue, caressing her, and she tossed her head in answer.
"What the - ?" cried Jager, stepping back as both statue and Riven's horn began to glow. Drexel, seeing a look of pain and horror on Juster's face, laid a hand on him.
"What is it?"
"I ... do not know. But I feel ... " he clapped his hands to his head, and collapsed to his knees.
The power centered on Riven and the lifeless form of the teratogenitor grew ever more brilliant and chaotic. Finally, with a flash of energy greater than the Archons', the statue crumbled into dust.
"By all that's holy," breathed Alhana, "what is going on?"
Riven, too, had collapsed. Now she stood back up, her eyes a dim shade as though her spirit were elsewhere. Then she shook her head, and gazed at her mother. Her eyes flashed through black, then to yellow, then to a pale blue.
"Mother," she said softly, "I'm back. I've been living in a nightmare, but now Tanasril has gone for good."
"Is he?" growled Juster. he climbed unsteadily to his feet, helped by Drexel. "Just before that - " he stabbed a finger at the crumbled statue " - fell apart, I swear I felt my old teratogenic bond with him re-emerge, and I heard the words 'Fear not, my children. My spirit shall be with you, and one day, I shall return.'"
"Your bond?" asked Jager.
Juster nodded. "All teratogenics have a bond with their teratogenitors. Sometimes it's strong, sometimes it's weak. In Tanasrl's case, with all his insane will behind it, the bonds were very strong. But I thought that, when he reversed the teratogeny on me, I would be free. I guess not."
"But it's broken now," declared Riven. "Anyway, I don't remember any such words."
Juster looked sharply at her. But before he could say anything, the throne room doors burst apart, admitting two Equestroden corpses and one tall, bloody Emperor of D'Tar Mordin.
"Well met at last, Your Majesty," cried Tarmyln, striding into the chamber. Taking in the amazed expressions on their faces, he smiled grimly. "Don't greet me all at once. Have you dealt with Tanasril?"
"In a manner of speaking," replied Drexel shakily, and pointed at the grey dust which was all that remained of the archmage.
"I see." The Emperor strode forward until he was among them. Kneeling down, he ran his fingers through the dust. "None of you actually did this, did you?"
Alhana shook her head. "It was those strange people. tanasril called them Dragons, although they looked human, and they had tremendous power."
"Probably Gold Archons," said Tarmyln, still trailing his fingers in the dust. "I have heard of such beasts." Looking up, he locked eyes with Alhana. "I suggest you see if you can have a Rekc'Art examine this, or at a Priestess or Wizard. There is something unatural here -- I assume the Archons petrified him?"
"Permanently, so they said," answered Darius.
"Hmm. Then why isn't he petrified? Oh well. Perhaps it is not as bad as I think. Now then, will you lend me your aid? Your town is still being attacked by ordinary Dragons, and this Palace is still crawling with Tanasril transformed vermin."
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The battle to reclaim the Palace was brief but bloody. Sensing their Master's death, the Equestrodens came pouring towards the throneroom, to be met by the maic of Riven and the blades of the Magisrays. Drexel, Juster and the Emperor went to the relief of Tarmyln's brave heroes in the front hall; they just managed to save Sir Maxim, who was the last one standing.
Outside, the Dragons had, in fact, been driven off. Once organized, the D'Tar Mordin Heroes and the remnants of Alhana's forces had easily overcome their draconic attackers. Toberk, his left arm broken, managed to take down two using a crossbow that a Rogue kindly steadied for him.
In D'Tar Mordin itself, the Dragon attack was a little more difficult. The Black Archons who led the assault were extremely powerful beings,each capable of laying an entire city to waste. an ordinary ciy, that is, and D'Tar Mordin was no ordinary city. Battered as it still was from the mercenary assault, enough Ballistae remained to distract the Dragons' attention while Prince Tarmyln prepared his counterstroke. As the last Ballista Tower fell, a column of red magic pierced into the clouds. The sky instantly turned from grey to black, crimson energy flickering angrily among the clouds. The Archons, feeling power akin to theirs being used against them, hesitated in their onslaught. Then the energy flashed down, striking all the Dragons that remained, draining them of their strength and will. At the same time, thunder boomed as scarlet-stained lightning struck at them, disrupting their weakened systems. One Archon, less powerful, vanished in a comet of red fire that vanished into the black pall of the sky. The other, last of the Black Dragon flight, turned and fled, blinking in and out of the material world as he dodged the terrible storm. The young Prince had nearly bankrupted the treasury, but his genius had brought together the Priestesses and Wizards, unleashing their wrath upon the unwonted attackers.
So ended the second battle of Magicum: its enemies vanquished and scattered, their leaders dead. But it was a costly victory: Magicum lay in ruins, New Volencia was in economic chaos, and even mighty D'Tar Mordin's armies were exhausted by the struggle. It was very nearly a Pyrrhic victory; and, if the freedom of Magicum's Palace from the Equestrodens' grip symbolized victory, then the remnants of the throne symbolized their near defeat -- and their dilemma. Blood-stained from Tanasril's wound, warped by the powerful forces unleashed in the duel between Riven and Sir Maris, the throne had been broken to pieces falling masonry of the Archons entrance. A broken throne ... and a broken line. For, with the heir apparent now a monster, the succession of the Magisray line was in doubt. As Tarmyln and Alhana stood, surveying their ravaged cities, both knew that, if the battle had ended, the peril had just begun. For the throne was broken.

The End
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Epilogue

The throne was broken, yes. Though not destroyed; there was still one Magisray left fit to rule, even though royal blood ran a bit thin through his veins. If Riven could not rule; and she would not - who would follow a horse? A powerful one, albeit, but a horse nonetheless. In the rebuilding of Magicum, Riven was outside only when she could be of use; wind made lifting beams quite easy.
The rest of the time, though, was spent in the palace, in her room. Alhana was sure to pay visits, when she could. But Magicun's Queen was working beside her people, almost every day, rebuilding her home. No, it was not her immediate family that came to her. Instead - after a few days, admittedly - it was Tomass who began visiting her daily. He was shy, at first; wary. The young prince remembered her leaping from her window to join with the enemy all too well.
But soon, he grew accustomed to his cousin's new shape, and realized that Riven was in there. They became, once again, the friends they had been. Though Tomass was constantly reminded of the difference in time; he'd grown several inches since Riven has first been kidnapped, and she...well, she grew a tail.
His eighth birthday was coming up; he spent his days helping where he could, and the rest of his time with the Princess. Comeing into her room one day, Tomass found his cousin staring at him. That was when she began talking him into taking the throne. He wanted her to, though it was quite obvious, she could not. Riven threw her trump card in his face, finally; she could not cary on their line. Tomass, though he had dryad blood in his veins, could.
Magicum was rebuilt; some say, though, that it never reached it's full glory. Their Princess was reaturned to them, alive and in good health - but not good form. And with that failure weighing on them, Magicum could not thrive.
Alhana stepped down, finally, letting Tomass take over at eleven; she taught him how to rule, along with Darius, and Jager. And Riven. She stood beside him every step of the way. She became his most trusted advisor, and led him along. He was Magicum's youngest King; but he was respected. For a child, Tomass was intelligent; and he had his people'ss respect; not at first, perhaps, but he earned it. He grew, and Magicum with him.
The throne room was left ass it was, as a reminder of what had nearly happened; of what could still happened. The Magisrays were beginning to wane; and who could say what that would mean for the future?
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