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Events of years past have lead to this moment. An Emperor's plan, an army's march, and a fledgling nation to stand against the coming storm. Thankfully, Muir'Beinn wasn't without it's defenders, three dragons who call the little nation home. Rakant, the Serva dragon who found Muir'Beinn and began the process of molding it into a home. Takaani, mistress of the coast who has fostered Muir'Beinn's growth by defending it and securing important trade. Ixenkalith or Thalos in the lesser tongue; a warrior with a stalwart heart that has and continues to defend family and home.
Hundreds of years ago, Zar'Margulas; a Councilor from the human kingdom of Ves'Nola on the continent of Veheril fled his post and position across the sea to Ravillia with those loyal to him. There he grew his nation into an Empire, pushing the leyborn out of their homelands, across the Rahfar mountain range, and to the eastern coast. From there he had free range to experiment with ley energy to prolong his life, encasing himself in a crystal capable of absorbing ley-energy and then into his body.
Zar'Margulas, the Golem Emperor is desperate to consume ley-energy to fuel his unnatural body so that he can continue to stave off his mortality. Years ago he was starved by the dragons who had prevented his mages from routing the ley wells within Muir'Beinn to their master. He fell into a deep slumber, but not before implanting spies within a neighboring, neutral kingdom named Vaiburg who just so happen to sit above their very own ley-line. Their plots came to fruition and they fed their emperor, waking him, and stirring a deeper hunger than ever before.
His hunger and madness drew Zar'Margulas north where he would come to face the dragons who have been a thorn in his side for quite some time. The ensuing battle would be great beyond measure, lightning crashes down from the sky into siege weaponry, streams of fire rake across the troops, and rocks are thrown at high speeds towards the golem's legs. Together the dragons work to weaken the army and monstrosity, strafe by strafe, strike by strike, progress is made. The Emperor shows great interest in Takaani, the storm dragon is teeming with ley-energy after all... so she appears as a nice snack to the emperor, enough to sate him for a few hours at least. The golem readies a stone spear to skewer his prey, but ultimately Thalos lands thrown boulders against the creature's leg until it buckles.
Not a moment is wasted, the three dragons descend upon the staggered golem, Rakant lands upon it's back and rips a hole out of it's back, and then is hit with a stone club and sent tumbling away with a damaged wing and leg. The remaining two dragons continue to rip into the golem until Zar'Margulas, within his pathetic little crystal is found at it's core and ripped free. The magic tying the crystal to the golem is volatile, it sends the dragons flying away; just long enough for the crystal to gather stone legs around it and attempt to flee! But it's foolish to try and flee a dragon, eventually the crystal is caught... and destroyed.
What no one could have expected is how much corrupted ley-energy was stored within Zar'Margulas. A swelling of terrible energy begins to bubble to the surface, Takaani and Thalos take to the sky while Rakant is forced to run away. All at once, the energy detonates and corrupted energy surges throughout the remaining army, woodland critters too unlucky to be nearby, and all vegetation! Blood curdling screams echo out into the heavens for all to hear within miles around.
What is left behind... the Withering Woods. Men and animals alike, merged into bloody trees, stretched beyond recognition. Their life forces used as filters to clean the ley-energy released before it can return to the planet. Small animals such as squirrels are likewise turned into terrible trees... but their fates are brief, their bodies wither and the plants die. The soldiers however are bound for an untold amount of time... later studies would estimate perhaps five years before the first begin to wither away. The most striking feature of the Withering Woods however, is at it's core.... a towering tree that rivals a small mountain, contorted and full of screaming soldiers, mangled and coned chaotically. At the top, a large face, stuck screaming and in agony... the Emperor himself. Anyone's guess as to how long it will take for the energy to be filtered from this tree is valid; but the expected time is two hundred years. Two hundred years of painful consciousness.
Warning signs are placed before the forest; "Do not Enter. Death is a blessing." A lesson Zar'Margulas would have valued hundreds of years ago if he knew what fate would befall him.Story stolen from my beloved partner
Rakant depicting the background of this amazing piece of art. This was a commission from 
BlackBlueBlaze that Rakant, 
Daerevardul, and I all went in on in order to immortalize this battle scene for posterity. To love and to cherish. The artist has ed this into and can be found here.
Rakant (black and blue dragon) belongs to Rakant
Thalos (black and red dragon) belong to Daerevardul
And Takaani (green dragon) is mine.
Do not redistribute without permission.
Hundreds of years ago, Zar'Margulas; a Councilor from the human kingdom of Ves'Nola on the continent of Veheril fled his post and position across the sea to Ravillia with those loyal to him. There he grew his nation into an Empire, pushing the leyborn out of their homelands, across the Rahfar mountain range, and to the eastern coast. From there he had free range to experiment with ley energy to prolong his life, encasing himself in a crystal capable of absorbing ley-energy and then into his body.
Zar'Margulas, the Golem Emperor is desperate to consume ley-energy to fuel his unnatural body so that he can continue to stave off his mortality. Years ago he was starved by the dragons who had prevented his mages from routing the ley wells within Muir'Beinn to their master. He fell into a deep slumber, but not before implanting spies within a neighboring, neutral kingdom named Vaiburg who just so happen to sit above their very own ley-line. Their plots came to fruition and they fed their emperor, waking him, and stirring a deeper hunger than ever before.
His hunger and madness drew Zar'Margulas north where he would come to face the dragons who have been a thorn in his side for quite some time. The ensuing battle would be great beyond measure, lightning crashes down from the sky into siege weaponry, streams of fire rake across the troops, and rocks are thrown at high speeds towards the golem's legs. Together the dragons work to weaken the army and monstrosity, strafe by strafe, strike by strike, progress is made. The Emperor shows great interest in Takaani, the storm dragon is teeming with ley-energy after all... so she appears as a nice snack to the emperor, enough to sate him for a few hours at least. The golem readies a stone spear to skewer his prey, but ultimately Thalos lands thrown boulders against the creature's leg until it buckles.
Not a moment is wasted, the three dragons descend upon the staggered golem, Rakant lands upon it's back and rips a hole out of it's back, and then is hit with a stone club and sent tumbling away with a damaged wing and leg. The remaining two dragons continue to rip into the golem until Zar'Margulas, within his pathetic little crystal is found at it's core and ripped free. The magic tying the crystal to the golem is volatile, it sends the dragons flying away; just long enough for the crystal to gather stone legs around it and attempt to flee! But it's foolish to try and flee a dragon, eventually the crystal is caught... and destroyed.
What no one could have expected is how much corrupted ley-energy was stored within Zar'Margulas. A swelling of terrible energy begins to bubble to the surface, Takaani and Thalos take to the sky while Rakant is forced to run away. All at once, the energy detonates and corrupted energy surges throughout the remaining army, woodland critters too unlucky to be nearby, and all vegetation! Blood curdling screams echo out into the heavens for all to hear within miles around.
What is left behind... the Withering Woods. Men and animals alike, merged into bloody trees, stretched beyond recognition. Their life forces used as filters to clean the ley-energy released before it can return to the planet. Small animals such as squirrels are likewise turned into terrible trees... but their fates are brief, their bodies wither and the plants die. The soldiers however are bound for an untold amount of time... later studies would estimate perhaps five years before the first begin to wither away. The most striking feature of the Withering Woods however, is at it's core.... a towering tree that rivals a small mountain, contorted and full of screaming soldiers, mangled and coned chaotically. At the top, a large face, stuck screaming and in agony... the Emperor himself. Anyone's guess as to how long it will take for the energy to be filtered from this tree is valid; but the expected time is two hundred years. Two hundred years of painful consciousness.
Warning signs are placed before the forest; "Do not Enter. Death is a blessing." A lesson Zar'Margulas would have valued hundreds of years ago if he knew what fate would befall him.Story stolen from my beloved partner
Rakant depicting the background of this amazing piece of art. This was a commission from BlackBlueBlaze that Rakant, Daerevardul, and I all went in on in order to immortalize this battle scene for posterity. To love and to cherish. The artist has ed this into and can be found here.Rakant (black and blue dragon) belongs to
RakantThalos (black and red dragon) belong to
DaerevardulAnd Takaani (green dragon) is mine.
Do not redistribute without permission.
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I love combat pieces like these, especially with high res graphics and you guys look great! XD