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Here is a bit more this time in conection with the Asur.org's story line of wanting mages batteling for the skys, its probobly not my best work but I hope you like it.

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Drachain soared high above the marching column that was Khaladh Oriour Har; her wings spread wide gliding effortlessly in the midday sun. There was not a single cloud to blemish the azure sky. It was only because of this that Drainial, perched upon Drachain’s back, made out the black speck. It was headed out from Tor Thana whose white walls could be seen clearly from up here. It was a speck, no more than that to the naked eye. It could be a bird for all nature would show at this distance but Drainial had long since stopped relying on his senses alone. The winds stirred around that speck in a way that could mean only one thing. A mage. Only the magic uses of Ulthan were so distinctive in their signatures; their shear arrogance and use of so called high magic let one whose senses were attuned recognise them from many miles away. Drainial smiled

With a mere thought Drainial commanded Drachain to wheel towards the elf her wings shifting to make best use of the thermals with ease born of millennia of practise. They picked up speed as Drachain beat her vast wings in a slow steady rhythm. The wind rushed through Drainials hair until he slipped his helmet over his head and took up the aspect of his God, the Raven of Tzeentch, and the Eagle of Tchar. He was the high prophet of the changer of ways and the first lord of the warping flame. And he would show this young fool that the true master of magic did not reside in the tower of Hoeth!

The mage was closer now and even with normal sight he could see that it was a female elf of considerable beauty, though nothing to rival Diana. Drainial greatly looked forwards to taking that one to his bed when all was done. The she elf sat astride a great eagle, its grey plumage was magnificent and Drainial could appreciate the aesthetics of the duo as only an elf could. She was clad in white and blue with red slashing in her divided dress, between her breasts hung a necklace of pure diamond glowing with power. At the same time Drainial appraised her on another level, the winds blew strong for this one but she was no lore master, not yet and after he was done with her not ever.

The she elf had noticed him, it was difficult to miss a several tones of blue and silver scales rushing at you through the air, and she raised her hand, a globe of blue fire appeared in her hand and she pulled it back to throw it at him. Drainial chuckled, she didn’t realise did she! She thought she faced any old Druchii lord, she was so blind she did not even realise he was a mage himself!

Pulling several gusts of power from the winds he formed them into a blade that sliced her spell and left her ball of flame to gutter and die before she had released it. She would have to do better than that. But he would not simply let her cast spells all day. Reaching into the winds once more he took D’rha and Aqshy, the threads of the winds intertwining to his will until they formed a spell that would warp and change what ever it touched, melting it in the flames of Tzeentch and remaking it in a form pleasing to himself. Raising one talon like hand he let the many hued flames erupt from his fingers, the fire blazed across the open air until they met the mage and her mount, but a mere second before it impacted the diamond on her necklace flared bright and a shield of Hysh took the blast before both were released back into the warp. The Asur tried again but he could read her every move, 5000 years of life and experience in the winds all came into play as every spell she threw at him was dispelled, once he decided not to stop a particularly large ball of flame instead having Drachain duck beneath it, this was his opening, without having to dispel her attack and with her only just recovering from having cast her last spell she would be off balance. Taking D’rha and Aqshy once more he formed another spell to warp and change but this time he added a strand of Ulgu, the wind of Shadow to make it seem like something it was not. As he raised his hand to her it seemed as if a bolt of pure white light erupted from his fingertips, accordingly she wove a net to catch this bolt of Hysh as she had done to many of his other spells, the look on her face when the spell passed right through was worth a Dwarf slave.

The flames hit not the elf but the great eagle she rode. Its feathers fell away and reformed, its bulk shifted and shrank, its mighty talons withered into tiny claws, the great majestic eagle let out a startled squawk as it realised that a chicken can not fly. The Asur sorceress gave a similar cry as she began her fall, in such a state she barely noticed as with a sharp blade of all of the winds he severed he connection to the winds, she would never cast a spell again though the winds would always nag at the corner of her mind reminding her of the time when the laws of nature were hers to be broken and remade and she need fear no elf nor man. He then caught her with a spell and raised her up until she was lying across his lap, she had lapsed into unconsciousness. The next time she woke she would find her fine silks replaced by whatever Diana saw fit to give her. Looking at the she elf’s dainty features he smiled. She would make an excellent gift.
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It's good,Very good. But the A. org line isn't till we get inside the gatehouse. Just so you know.

It's still good for on the way thouh. Sorry again.
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Ah well he saw a mage he beat a mage, maybe this one was a scout or just realy keen to show her worth and so arragant that she thought no Druchii could possibly defeat her.
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This is the battle of the hill described by Tillman from Drainial's point of view. Well thats about all there is to say so enjoy!


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Drainial ducked under a spear thrust at him by one of the dozen levis he was fighting, dodging another blow and parrying a third he struck with a speed that would have made a viper look like a sloth at midday on its way to its own execution. The blade of eternal change sliced a narrow cut down the chest of one of the Asur, the seemingly trivial cut then began to glow with a dark light and the elfs chest suddenly changed, the once fine flesh and muscle becoming feathered then furred before finally becoming a solid mass of green marble. Needless to say the young spear elf fell to the floor very dead indeed. By the time he had hit the floor two more of his comrades were also down one whose left arm and both legs had turned to the consistency of custard and the other whose head had simply been cleft in two.

These deaths brought Drainial some space and drawing upon the winds he swiftly cast a spell, spreading from his fingers purple and blue flames leapt at the militia and where they touched the elves fair body’s were twisted beyond all recognition. But it was not enough. The rest of the Druchii had fled long ago leaving only him and the vampire to fight on and powerful though they both were they could not last much longer against the entirety of the Asurite forces. But the spell had bought him a little time and he turned to check on his companion, Lisa Von Kahajen appeared to be in trouble. A filthy Asur prince had his blade at her throat, but he was committing the greatest folly of the capture and taking the time to talk to her. The fool, after 5000 years of life Drainial had long since learned that if you were going to kill some one you killed them, it was shear folly to give them the time to find a way to attack you.

Drainial was about to rush to help the countess when she reached up with speed that rivalled his own and clamped her gauntleted hand on the sword hand of the prince, her hand closed like a vice and the prince gasped in pain as his ruined hand dropped the enchanted blade he had been holding. As the Asur gathered their wits once more and the sword masters closed in once again on Lisa Drainial decided that enough was enough. Pursing his lips and calling on the winds he let out a piercing whistle that carried across the warp and called his greatest friend and ally to the fray. Dodging the blades of the spear elves once more he did not have long to wait, Drachain soared down from the heaven where she had been hidden in the clouds. With a bellow and a jet of emerald flame she sent the militia reeling. Drainial jumped high into the air and caught one of the horns on Drachain’s neck pulling himself into the saddle. Calling out to Lisa he shouted above the din of battle
“Come on Knight!” jumping even higher than he had the vampire landed behind him. Despite himself Drainial could not help but admire the vampire though her body was ugly and human her mind was sharp and her martial skills supreme. Drachain had less mixed feelings about this new burden but she would behave herself. Swaying out of the path of a hail of bolt thrower bolts and with both himself and Lisa dispelling the blasts of lightning and fire sent at them by the many mages of Hoeth with the false elves Drachain was soon away from Beliagos hill and landing inside the walls of Tor Thana. The gatehouse was theirs and the city would fall to the might of the Druchii.
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