Windcrest

The kid let out a wordless shout as he struggled to get free of the soldier's grip, even to the point of trying to slip out of the shirt that the Aschen man had a hold of.

"Let me go!" Eirik kicked and yelled. He even tried to bite the soldier's arm as the man grabbed his wrist to stop him from getting free of his shirt.

Once Oriel had ahold of Eirik's other wrist he received much of the same treatment, as Eirik kicked him in the shin and tried to bite his hand.

The Soldier let out a barely audible grunt as the kid bit down on his arm. While Oriel took the other wrist, the Soldier backhanded the kid across the face.

"Don't you bite people it's rude, now go with your caretaker." He said flatly, reaching down to pick up his bag.

"Frakkin' Urchins." He said as he nodded to Oriel. "Just doin my civic duty." He said, nodding before he turned to head back to his station.

"Oh, and keep an eye out for the Admiral, rumor has it she's gone missin'"

"Ah..." Oriel winced as the soldier slapped Eirik across the face. He shook his head as the soldier walked off, before turning his attention back to Eirik. He kept a firm grip on the boy's shoulder as he crouched down to speak. "Listen, Eirik. I know you don't want to go, but the decision has been made. You need care that the orphanage can't provide. This'll be a lot less unpleasant for both of us if you just cooperate."

He rose to his feet, "Now, come on. Arrow will be wondering where we are." he said, starting back off towards the orphanage, dragging Eirik along with him if necessary.

"Command! This is Marauder Bomber Squadren Delta! We have approached the target zone! What are your orders?" The voice spoke behind a box transmition. In the skies six bombers belonging to the Imperium Of Man flew in the skies. "Good work, here are your orders: I have received reports that a super volcano has erupted. I want your squad to perform a carpet bombing using Krak bombs to create massive tranches around your area to stall the lava flow. I am working on my end to arm the cities shield generator. Your work here will dictate how many people live and die. Emperor be with you."

With the order received, the squadren flew into a line formation as the hatched under the ships opened up reavealing their payload. Over the forests, clear of any civilians. "On my mark! Three...Two...One...Launch!" The lead commander shouted as the bomberers unleashed their payload. As the bombs made impact with the ground, they bore for a few seconds before exploding creating deep and narrow holes. The bombers flew steady, carving a massive trench in front of the lava flow.

Demor's meditation ended with the smell of smoke and ash. His Draconian eyes snapped open and his pupils dilated. He stood and moved to lower his hood, revealing his scarred face and brown hair. He narrowed his eyes, able to see the plume of smoke easily. His tail twitched beneath his cloak and within the blink of an eye, he vanished, moving through the snowy forests towards the mountain. He stopped in a rural town in the middle of nowhere, but with the mountain in plain view....and the ash coming down as it was, he needed to be here, to protect as much as he could.

He knelt an quickly used the hood of his cloak to make a make-shift mask while also protecting his body from the elements around him with the rest of the hooded cloak. The sole Male Drachini then stood and moved to the outskirts of the town. He didn't need to tell people to move, as people were already grabbing their things and high-tailing it out of dodge. He smiled. Good.

Lightning sparked around his body and he raised his hands to the sky for a moment before he jumped.

"Lightning Dragon Slayer, ancient technique...Thunder Pit!" He cried. A yellow circle with the semblance of a Dragon appeared and he then rocketed towards the ground behind the trenches created by the bombers. His hands slammed into the ashen-covered dirt, and for a moment, nothing happened, before suddenly, for a mile in each direction a fifty foot deep trench was created, curving around the town. Lightning of yellow and purple sparked within the pit, annihilating anything caught within the hole whether it be organic or in organic. It was true neutral. Anything caught inside would perish from electrical shock and burns, their atoms being pulled at by the magic.

Demor stood and watched the bombers make their runs, and felt the heat of the lava, relishing it in as his blood was naturally colder than most people's due to his being reptilian in nature. He sighed and set to work creating additional trenches to slow down the lava flow.

"Frakking Emperor! The volcano has erupted! All ships pull back! Avoid the incoming fire!" The lead pilot spoke as the Marauder Bombera began to pull away from the area as the volcano spewed its rage. Flaming Adamantite and metal flew all across the land, the ships dodged and wave but few were dented up as some were hit but remained stable.

Demor was flung back by the sheer force of the blast of the volcano, the Drachini slamming into the walls of the city and then flopping onto the ashen-covered ground. His ears rang and even bled. He heard nothing, but the ships that were helping him make the trenches were vanishing from sight, and drops of blood dripped to the ash beneath him from his cheeks.

His hand slowly went up to his ear, dabbing into the blood gently. He blinked, horrified. He jumped into the air and into the city, finding somewhere he'd be safe behind those walls. He flipped his hood up and curled into a ball, chanting softly to himself to try and heal his ears with what little wind Magic he knew.

Dextrii was busying himself with the day's agenda, pouring over scrolls and tomes that held information about various trade routes, citizen reports, and crime logs. He rubbed at his temples, the sudden workload was a lot to take care of, but he had to keep reminding himself that he chose to take up the mantle as Jarl of Windcrest, and it was his duty to see to its affairs.

As he held a scroll containing shipment information close to his face to get a better look, a sound shook through the halls, a quaking presence that shifted the entire earth around him. He slammed the scroll to the table, steadying himself on the edges. He gave an alarmed look at his Housecarl, Ghalok, who was already standing at the ready, his stance wide to prevent him from falling. "Something's happened, Ghalok. I want you to see to it that whatever it is, our citizen's make it to a safe area. Rally them at once, and begin the march if you must." Ghalok nodded, snorting as he broke into a trot out into the street's of Windcrest. Dextrii made for his throne, where, on the back, rested his personal staff. He gripped the wood, immediately assailed with the magical energy it possessed, and wheeled around, making his own way out into the streets.

Once he was outside, it was more apparent what had happened. The Volcano near Windcrest had become volatile. The ash clouds that descended toward his hold alerted him of that. Already, Ghalok was helping scared citizens load their families and belongings onto carts drawn by horse, and make their way to the opposite of the Volcano. His heart rate quickened, this was certainly a mountainous first task as his role of Jarl, but he planned to face it head on.

"Ghalok! Continue the evacuation, make sure nobody is left behind. I'll slow the eruption best I can while you lead them to safety!" He barked over the screaming crowd. Ghalok simply continued what he was doing. Calm, cool and collected. With that, Dextrii strode for the limit walls of his hold, his staff forging a path through the crowd.

As he made for the city limits, he chanted under his breath a spell of incredible warding, and he could feel the staff start to sap at his energy as the power required to fuel the spell was drawn from him. He felt short of breath, but he kept chanting. A luminescent barrier began to creep around the edge of the wall, slithering slowly upward, until it formed a barrier the length of the entire wall of Windcrest. It was positioned just to cover the flank that would be immediately hit by the volcano

In the ashen sky a blue light descended silent through the cloudline at incredible speed. Then the whistling roar hit as projected force moved the luminescent dragon of hard metal below the blackened sky still well beyond the speed of sound. Zhou banked hard dodging the largest of the molten projectiles riding out the shockwave with a atonal dirge as it passed through his body hauling the metal dragon slowly backward. Now subssonic with the speed blown out of him it took a minute for him to recover as Zhou careened through the air gathering molten adamantium on his form from splattered volcanic projectiles. They drained from thermally resistant charged ferroplasm as helical thrust spires floating where wingflesh would be roared back to life. Projector wings drained the metal away in a hot spray as his wings spread in an angry whistle to arrest his downward motion toward the ground just outside of town. with one twist feet-down a buffet of wind the angular spires on his wings pushed down with heavy metal legs ready to pound into the earth.

Zhou's airy legs might as well be huge angular chainsaws that reduced a set of seared pine trees to kindling as he rammed at speed legs first through the forest canopy. Buried to his knees in solid stone Zhou shook his head and their two blue lantern-eyes to look about. He'd landed leeward from the town's oncoming pyroclasm. Good.

As he crashed his way through the forest canopy to the road one could see his torso is filled to the brim with palm-sized red crystals. Some of them glow with the faint thrum-thrum of a human heart. The dragon poked at them with an angular claw for a moment to ensure they were still intact before calling out to town in a booming Draconic, ((THE HUMANKIND SEE A WILL OF MYRKUL'S VEIN COME TO SAVE THEM. THEY MUST LEAVE THEIR HOME OR FACE THE WRATH OF NATURE.))

Felix "Hawke" Williams walked up the mountain grinning at the special before him. the volcano, which blew it's top sending fire and hell all over the area around him. A fireball flew towards him which only made him grin harder. with a slight gestured backhand he absorbed the fiery heat from it. the crackling sound of the lava hardening was almost as loud as Felix's laugh as he erupted on fire. he came here to watch the immense power of fire emerging from the volcano. laughed again as his blood red cloak whipped in the wind that came out of nearly nowhere.

"I must truly be mad!" he cackled to himself, as he thrusted his hands to the ground burning an area of the forest around him to ash. "I Came to watch the world burn!" he threw a fist to the air and a giant flaming bolder burst into dust in the air. "And here I am saving a part of it!"

a few minutes later

Felix was completely on fire now. turned into a form of blazing energy caused by the amount of power he's absorbed from the lava that was flowing around him. anything within three feet of him was already solidified and everything else was slowly cooling down and hardening. he was standing near the top half of the volcano trying to absorb the mass amounts of pyro-energy emerging from the volcano. "shit." he grimaced, "I'm absorbing too much energy! I'm going to have to vent it!"

In which He did. violently.

minutes later

Felix quickly vented the mass pyro-energy in the form of a column into the air. and as the last of it dissipated, he passed out on a solidified mass of lava towards the top of the mountain.

The clink of metal boots rang out on cooled lava as one freed from a vent of the black storm is attracted by a column of flame. Equally writ in fire faceless armor and equally faceless inner flame thumps his way to the inert body. The indistinct shadowstuff of his armor's skirt drifts to its own wind as Hashim kneels down before the body. An old creature of a distant nation he still enjoyed magic in any form. Now freed with the escape of Myrkul's Vein there were new creatures of men to study.

The hot black metal of his arms pushed under the young man's body to raise him up. Not that Hashism particularly cared for humans but the loss of new magicians was not a cost he was willing to ignore. The carbonite bombs that stilled this volcano would not still the earth underneath for long. The pounding of earth as much a hazard as the fire the young man failed to channel.

The deep voice chanted a shadow-step spell and darted down the mountain. Racing through the world long black smoke trails behind Hashim. In a dark world devoid of heat and light it is lit only with the colors of Hashim's fire.