Prison Realms RP

[jester_of_god]

I thought that we coudn't kill or injure it in any way during the night.....either way, Xen blasts through the wall of the prison and walks outside only to see a group of homonids fighting a giant black shape several feet away.

"Great."

[Celadon's Penultimate]

The Dragon rears back and takes to the night sky again, injured slightly from the powerful fire launched against it. With a mighty screeching howl, it divebombs back to the earth and sends us all flying back with a ripple of power. As we get closer, it hacks up volleys of semi-solid darkness, which is mixed with its own spit.

YUK.

And when he lights some of the stray shadow-gunk aflame, now is REALLY time to run. THIS CRAP IS FLAMMABLE.

[Marvelous Miscreant]

My hiding spot is no longer safe with the dragon about. It's time to hide elsewhere.

[GreenDay]

My machine gun is destroyed, seeming to only do mi nor damage to the beast. I fly out of the way as it divebombs at us, avoiding the worst of what it shot at us. Unfortunately, when the beasts sets the gunk alight, I am at the heart of it's blast. I am badly injured, and only managed to survive with the help of the small mechanical device implanted in my upper left arm, that helped cool me, and allowed me to act quick enough to construct a crude shield. I fall towards where the others are heading, as my wings absorbed much of the damage, and stumble off, away from the dragon.

[Marvelous Miscreant]

One of the group is injured by the dragon, seeing a chance to gain an ally I rush to his aid. I use my cell control to do my best to heal him.

[GreenDay]

Someone comes over to help and heals me slightly, enough to go on. I thank him for it, then hand him a Glock, as it's all I can do right now, as I am pretty dazed and hurt.

[Celadon's Penultimate]

GRRRRREEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAUUUUUGGGGGGHHHH!!!!!!!

The night dragon gives a grating call, takes to the skies again and then...nothing.

Not a single sound. I look back at Greenday, and think of some way I could help. Realizing there's not right now (since I have yet to learn my race's talent of vibrating to heal injury and soothe pain), I decide to trudge on ahead.

What's that? The ledge cuts off...or...does it?

Quickly answering my question, the night dragon rears up yet again, and blasts a spray of shadow-gunk. Not giving us much time to recover from the grossness of having it basically hock loogey on us, it spews its strongest flames yet.

The Pyrausta are behind the night dragon and come fluttering toward us, threatening to scald us with their superhot touch.

[Marvelous Miscreant]

The time for hiding is over. The time to fight is now. I raise my sword and shield and charge in to assist the group of fellow prisoners.

[Celadon's Penultimate]

The night dragon snorts blue flame, almost as though scoffing at this guy's attempt to fight him. But I stand behind him. I think we may be able to take this thing.

Taking my stance, I draw in a breath...

[Zaleramancer]

I mentally scream when one of the Pyrausta brushes past me. Heat isn't something my kind are know for liking. And that thing had just burned me.

I'm so going to kill things now.

"Hey, you. Guy-who-makes-stuff! Can you make some knives?"  

[GreenDay]

I materialize 7 jade throwing knives for the sarcastic guy when he asks.

[Celadon's Penultimate]

"WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!" I exhale with the utmost power, and keep the Sonic Scream going as long as I can.

MAN, this thing can take a hit. At least I manage to deflect the flames it blasts at us (though the loogey, not so much...).

So now, I've gotta catch my breath. And keep away these ruddy Pyrausta!

[Marvelous Miscreant]

As one of the prisoners lets loose a sonic scream, I rush forward and slash at the dragons feet.

[Zaleramancer]

I nod in thanks to the materializing weirdo while palming the throwing knives.

With a practiced hand, I measure the weight behind them. A wicked smile darts across my face as I aim for one of those firebreathing flies.

In one fluid motion, the knife flies through the air at the stupid thing. Sparks explode as the Pyrausta dies.


Oh hell yes. Revenge is sweet and ice cold.  I laugh in my mind.

[jester_of_god]

......I've got to do something. I telekinetickly lift every sharp object in the vicinity to make a large dense cloud of flying debree that begins to swarm around the dragon, piercing through thinner parts such as the wings, turning them into a tattered sheets disabling it's flight.

[Celadon's Penultimate]

MRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAUUUUUGGGGHHHHHHH!!!!!!

The dragon...um...looks pissed.

Or hungry. I can never tell with dragons.

Either way, it does something I've never seen dragons do before. It gazes up, as though looking at the moon. And when it looks back to us, it hocks a big loogey that's already lit!

"Hit the deck!" I dive behind a huge rock.

I've caught my breath, but it doesn't seem to be in a mood to play right now. I'ma wait until I know for sure I can be my most effective.

[Marvelous Miscreant]

To avoid the fire, I duck and roll to the side of the dragon then continue to hack at it's legs.

[GreenDay]

I ignore my injuries, and form a small artillery piece, which I then fire full-atou on the dragon. I pierce a section of his scales and tear up the soft flesh beneath. The dragon screams in pain and turns towards me. It opens it's mouth to shoot fire and,

"YES!! Just what I needed!" I throw several bulky looking grenades into it's mouth before it can blast me, then put on a burst of speed with my wings and dive to the side. The dragon closes it's mouth reflexively, aaaaaaaannnnnnndddddd...........BBBBBBOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! A large explosion occurs in it's mouth as the flame ignites the explosive gasses the smoke grenades released. It screams in pain again, and from it's mouth comes tar-black smoke. Some of it's teeth have shattered, and it's turns towards me again, this time with a look of pure hatred. I try and jump out of the way, but I had landed on a sharp piece of metal, which had scathed my left side and pierced my wing. I am grounded, and hurt. It fires some gunk at me holding me in place. It continues doing this, seemingly unwilling to use it's fire breath for now. I am starting to be completely covered in the goo, and I begin trying to tear it off of me. It continues to coat me with it.

[jester_of_god]

As the loogie falls it suddenly tilts before carrening in another diection, falling several dozen feet away from the small group.  "that's enough saving them for a while, I'm out of here." With that I walk away, navigating myself through a realm of illusions through telepathy and telekinesis.

[Celadon's Penultimate]

The dragon quickly recoils once its underbelly scales are pierced. It tries to fight, but every dragon knows its weakness, and it is certainly no fool. It tries to maintain its machismo with a final superhot blast of flame, but it can obviously tell when its beat. I've just got my second wind when the thing is backed up until finally to at a ledge. It can go no further, and so...it dives over the edge.

We look over the edge to see where it went, but its disappeared into the night, and took the Pyrausta with it, circling it like a plague of fiery locusts.

"Well", "I resume normal conversation, "That was random. Where do we go from here?"