Board Thread:Random RP/@comment-26210095-20161022213310/@comment-26444332-20161101012600

Ddraig Goch winces as Ouroboros slams into the ground, Merodach flickering and fizzling out like flash-powder. With a blue light Caliburn disappears as well.

'And the winner is Argention Astra,' calls Emrys, one arm in a sling.

Soft silvery light surrounds the Silver Dragon King as his seal re-manifests itself, and he stumbles a little before falling into his wheelchair.

'The High Dragon Dance is over,' murmurs Kilgarrah. 'We failed.'

'We never did expect to win against the dragon who stood up to the Exiled God and fought him personally,' replies Avrora.

'We have more pressing concerns now, in any case,' says Tiamat. 'War looms once more.'

'Indeed it does,' calls Argention Astra, wheeling up to them. 'I had hoped that Archseraph would have the sense to realize that the Star should not be freed, but apparently he is reasonless.'

'We cannot stand idly by,' murmurs Ouroboros, groaning a little as he picks himself up and dusts off his black robe.

'That we cannot,' the Dragon King replies. 'To do so is to invite disaster. I will not have this world destroyed again.'

'We will marshal every dragon from Xin to the southwestern rainforests,' declares Ddraig Goch. 'The Black Angels will rue the day they thought that we were spent and that our watch slept!'

Argention Astra nods sadly, as the dozens of dragons present, of every shape and size, both human-form and dragon-form, begin to let loose mighty roars, echoed in the highlands, with eventually every dragon across the continent taking up the call as it ripples across the land, so that every nation hears the clarion cry of a dragon's call to battle.

In Xin, a blacksmith, a young man with dark hair and blue eyes looks up, a sword in hand, his rose-eyed betrothed with him.

In Mitarri, a young man dressed in the black garb of a cleric hears the call, his green eyes roving to and fro as he realizes what is happening.

In Goldenhall, a young woman with snowy-white hair and blue eyes raises her voice in clear song, a beautiful equivalent to the call, as arrows fly and the screams of the wounded and dying pervade the air.

And across every nation, many more react in similar manners, so that every-one knows: the Dragon-kind are going to war.