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Gryphon Paladin 2 - Chapter 8, Part 2This is gonna be the first 3-part chapter in this story. In this Part, a lotta shit happens, including introducing a familiar villain from the canon by :iconreel123:, one that appeared a LOT in Emergence but was never killed off for some reason.
Curse of The Shadow Pearl(Chapter 2)Chapter 2: Where the living dare not venture....
Gryphon Paladin 2 - Chapter 7Chapter 7: In the Grip of the Iron Talons
Gill'Gem Flametongue Full StoryI am Dragonborn fire mage. I was one of the Heroes of Athesia and a member of the Athesia council. I am a fire dragonborn but also have some poison dragonborn characteristics. These include green scales and resistance to poison.
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Gryphon Paladin 2 - Chapter 8, Part 2
This is gonna be the first 3-part chapter in this story. In this Part, a lotta shit happens, including introducing a familiar villain from the canon by :iconreel123:, one that appeared a LOT in Emergence but was never killed off for some reason.
Chapter 8: The Hybrid, Part 2
3 HOURS EARLIER
Daniel landed on a nearby rooftop, just in time to see the massive bull Minotaur hammer Alex’s head into the cement with a hoof. His heart skipped a beat, seeing the Peregryphon not moving, like he was unconscious or…
The Minotaur raised its foot again, to finish the job or to just make sure, but Daniel was already on him, tackling him to the ground with an Earth-shattering screech. He pecked at him furiously, tearing out a chunk of hair before the Minotaur grabbed him by the throat and threw him off.
They faced off, the large bovine less interested in the unconscious Alex now than in the Royal Gryphon that attacked him. D
Curse of The Shadow Pearl(Chapter 2)
Chapter 2: Where the living dare not venture....
Verita looked around the passage, her eyes having adjusted to the darkness. It was no longer the oppressive darkness that they had first encountered at the entrance to the barrow. While she could still barely see, she could now see the passage itself and the turn ahead of them that seemed to go further underground. Vethernoth was in the lead still with Thorn behind her. She could see Thorns unease with this place, she shared it completely. In the back of her mind, she could sense an animalistic side of her telling her this place wasn't safe and she should turn around and get out of here as fast as she could. However, she knew that this was the only way that they were going to find that answers that they sought, so with a great deal of effort she pushed the thoughts aside. She looked to Vethernoth, who looked completely fine and determined. She knew him well enough to know that was only skin deep, he was courageous but behind that she kne
Gryphon Paladin 2 - Chapter 7
Chapter 7: In the Grip of the Iron Talons
Daniel remained perfectly still, staring the bigger Royal down. His mind, however, raced. How could Shorak POSSIBLY be a Royal Gryphon? He had to be centuries old to get that big, yet Jack said Daniel was the first Royal Gryphon in 7 centuries. Did Jack lie to him? And if so, why?
He shook his head, trying to back off, but the wolf snarled and pushed him further into the ground, his claws drawing a small amount of blood in the process. Suddenly, Shorak squawked and the wolf froze, looking up at him. The old Gryphon was glaring at it. An instant later it released Daniel and backed away. Daniel’s eyes darted back and forth, wings shifting as he looked for an escape route, but while these events had been happening a group of Mystics had been moving in around him. A dragon, 2 more Gryphons (much younger than their leader and regular, not Royal), a K
Gill'Gem Flametongue Full Story
I am Dragonborn fire mage. I was one of the Heroes of Athesia and a member of the Athesia council. I am a fire dragonborn but also have some poison dragonborn characteristics. These include green scales and resistance to poison.
After entering the realm with the other dragonborn I travelled to Unity city and spent most of my time: practising magic, practising my cooking and most importantly trying to find a solution to the problems in my home realm. I hoped to find a solution that would not only let me go between Athesia and my home but also solve at least the main problem in my realm. After deciding being a scholar was not for me, mainly because most of the books were too small and were easily damaged by: my claws and tendency to accidentally set things of fire. This earns me the nickname Flametongue but also got me banned from most libraries.
I decided that the best way to find a solution was to go out and look for one and help protect Athesia in the process. I used the militar
DF:L - CoC: Chapter 3 (Part 2)
I lay on my side for hours, flickering in and out of consciousness beneath the cover of my wing. My body was as cold and motionless as ice, so much so it was if a layer of frost had formed over me like some kind of shimmering cocoon. In truth, it was nothing more than a layer of white dust shimmering in the light of glowing buds that sprouted from the ceiling. My mind, on the other paw, raced. Worry, fear and dread were at the forefront of my troubled thoughts, but there was more. I thought about my mother, Kephri and Pyrrhus. What was going to happen to them, what was Ephrya going to do now she was on the throne? Just like Kephri, I wasn't blind to what my former eldest sister was doing, she was going to every length she could to keep her tail in that throne, all the while trying to appear as righteous as she could. Her disposal of me, however, seemed more like the conclusion of a personal vendetta other than anything else.
DF:L - CoC: Chapter 3 (Part 1)
Chapter 3: The Traitor Princess
When one had an upbringing as traumatic as my own, they swiftly leaned to distinguish between what was real and what was just another nightmare. Failure to do so would surely have meant going mad. Yet sometimes even when I was dragged back into my past I couldn't help but feel impossibly lost and afraid. The fact I had just seen my adopted family slaughtered and future sibling stolen only added to that harsh reality as my mind was cast adrift on the winding web of dreams. My eyes flickered open to find that I was laying on my side in the rock-strewn wasteland of ash and fire. Yet the desolate land did not faze me.
Even when I stood up, dust scattering as I shook my head, the trauma of my past did not drive me to run in fear. The air was thick and hot, choked with smoke and steam. A light haze of ash fell from amidst the pale gloom and the distant rumble of the earth-shaking reverberated up