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Legion of Shadows

The Chosen of the Lord of Shadow. The unyielding edge of the darkness.

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by Scorpion01

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The Legion of Shadows

Shadowlings/Commanders
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These are the rarest of all of Draco's underlings, and answer to him only. They were created from smaller parts of Draco's own pure power, making them extremely capable. So far, only four have ever been documented. They are identified by their proud stature, and their red and black military uniforms adorned with medals of all kinds. They are much more passive than anything else in Draco's Legion; preferring to let the dirty work do itself rather than doing it themselves. Though they do so with the utmost efficiency.

Commandos
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The newest addition to Draco's Legion, Commandos were the toughest soldiers before their ...conscription... into the Legion. Draco actively searches for those worthy to be part of his Commando batallion. These men and women are silent in every sense of the word. They are physically incapable of speech or vocal noises, they move with the utmost efficiency, and are very adept at remaining undetected. They can be seen wielding any assortment of weapons from blades to guns to even blunt objects or nothing at all. They are easily identifiable by their all black armor with red visors.

Screaming Minotaur
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These behemoths are the shock troops of Draco's forces. True to their name, they scream at the top of their lungs the entire time they're in combat. The origin of what is making them scream in such a way is known only to Draco, and to them: Being under Draco's influence is like having their souls torn from their body one flake of spiritual essence at a time; and the pain is unbearable. They stand at about ten feet in height and weigh a solid two tons of pure muscle. They range from no armor or cloth at all to fully suited knights, and almost always wield ungodly axes with chipped and rusting blades, so that even a glancing blow will weaken someone from the sickness gained from touching the rusted metal. These are the most easily identifiable due to their size and sound.

Shadows
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The most numerous, and arguably the most terrifying of Draco's Legion are the simple Shadows. The captured souls of those foolish enough to face Draco and his Legion are more than likely going to join the rank. The unholy beasts fight with every part of their body, and come in three variations: Slashers, Trappers, and Bashers. These basic troops are always accompanied by grabbing Tendrils that appear from the shadows they also spawn from to grab unsuspecting victims and drag them into the abyss after shaking and beating the fight out of them. From the Abyss, they are conscripted.

Slashers
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Slashers are the weakest and most numerous of the three types. They are characterized by their long slender bodies, and long, bladed fingers and toes as well as sharp teeth.

Trappers
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Trappers are quite rare among Shadows, in the fact that they only appear in order to intimidate an enemy into staying where the rest of the Legion can easilly get to them. It is not uncommon for groups of these Shadows to trap unsuspecting "conscriptees" inside of buildings, where the rest of the Legion can close in. Characterized easiest by their long flowing cloaks that spread out to block any route of escape.

Bashers
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Bashers are the heavy hitters of the Shadows, and are often seen wearing armor over their imposing bodies, and carrying shields much like a Roman cohort. True to their name and size, it is their job to pound any resistance out of their enemies by force with whatever they can find. A pipe, a stick, their shields their bare hands, and in rare occurrences, each-other. Identifiable by their imposing stature of seven feet tall; usually wearing some sort of metal armor.

Hounds
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Contrary to their names, the Hounds of Draco's Legion are not canines. Well, not explicitly. The term Hound is given to whatever Abomination the Abyss can churn out after absorbing enough single body parts or souls unfit to be soldiers. Abominations consisting of any number of parts assembled in a way to be functional. Easily identifiable due to the fact that many demons even quiver at the sight of them.



The Air-Fleet of the Abyss.

The Drakon Class



The Drakon class is named for the ancestors to the Dragons: The Drakons. Meant to embody true, unyielding power, this airship serves as Draco's Flagship, and as such, is nigh indestructible. Powered by Draco's own essence, it requires no fuel, crewed by the Legion, it requires no food, so everything can be focused towards defense and armament. Sporting 20 forty-inch barrels in five turrets, two forwards and three aft, the ship-to-ship capabilities of the Drakon Class should never be scoffed at. It also sports countless 12-inch gun emplacements acting as dual-purpose secondary batteries. The Drakon also is equipped with numerous auto-cannons of various sizes to aid in point defense. Every single main battery and secondary gun battery fires Corrupted Lightfire shells, which render anything touched by the blasts infertile, decays everything like acid, and can punch through magical barriers with just one salvo. Each gun reloads once every minute and thirty seconds while each secondary gun takes thirty seconds to reload.

So begins...

Legion of Shadows's Story

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Character Portrait: Daemala Tauvyr Character Portrait: Legion of Shadows Character Portrait: Draco of the Shadows
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Daemala recoiled as the grotesque head of a Shadow Hound appeared, and just as quickly disappeared. Disgusting. She adjusted herself in composure just in time for her to break it again. The cabin was plunged into darkness. The lack of light wasn't the issue.

The issue was the stranger who appeared sitting across from her. Where had he come from, and how had he bypassed literally all of the securities put in place by anyone other than herself? She'd have to investigate that. He grinned at her, Daemala raised her chin in return.

She had a lot of nerve? Daemala swallowed a chuckle and leveled her gaze directly at the admittedly attractive stranger. His teeth were too white. It wasn't comforting. She hadn't seen teeth that white since Casren was around. The old vampiress chose her words very carefully. She didn't think she had a reason to fear, but that uncertainty was enough to be mortally petrified.

"An entrance of importance deserves a greeting of equal measure. Hemata indeed, and this Cursed Wood is entirely the domain of The Vankoryth Detente, of which I am ...in charge," Daemala smiled. She pointedly revealed her fangs, a crown of shadows wisping into existence around her brow.

"Daemala is my name. Who are you, who honors with their presence?"

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"The leader of the Detente? This is a surprise." he growled. His coal red eyes narrowed and the Shadow Hounds outside all shook before laughing once more. "Conscripting you into the Legion would prove to be very.... useful, for the expansion of my influence." Draco made no effort to beat around the bush. He was a conqueror and warrior. He was here to invade.

"I am Draco, the Dragon King of Shadows." he said. Tendrils began to descend from the ceiling, aiming to begin to gently caress the Vampire's shoulders and jaw. "And you, Daemala, are about to join my Legion." he said.

All at once the limo began to be attacked. The Shadow Hounds swarmed it and began to claw and tear at it, attempting to tear it apart and gain entry. The tendrils that had began to try and caress the Vampire woman continued their gentle movements. Draco was right there, they needn't do anything. And so they didn't.

There was another lapse in light, and in doing so, Draco held up a gloved hand, and the attack stopped. His eyes narrowed as a revelation came about him. Large military action against the Detente and the Cursed Wood's inhabitants would likely draw the attention of the infuriating Imperium of Man, and annoying Terra Nova Empire. To deal with them would only serve to destroy everything in this region and leave it marred - unusable for an empire. Just like what's left of Ridgecrest.

The Dragon shifted, an amused growl rolling out of his throat. "But... I'm going to give you a choice, at least, the illusion of one." he continued. The Shadow Hounds melted into the darkness around the limo, and the damage repaired itself. He licked his lips slowly and grinned. "You will join my Legion eventually.... but I'm going to let you choose how you join. will you resist, and force my hand now? Or... will you agree now, and let your transition become a slow, painless one, rather than the agonizing process I could put you through now?" he asked.

He held out a hand, the glove vanishing to revealed a clawed, scaled hand which quickly shifted into one more human in shape and texture. To take it would do two things. First off, a ring would slide onto her middle finger, a ring with the figurehead of a dragon upon it, maw open as if trying to eat her hand from the finger down without restricting her movement. It had genuine rubies in the eyes, glowing dimly. The second thing to happen would be more subtle: A seed of corruption would enter her body, and make its way to her mind, where it would work to make Daemala more inclined to listen to, and obey Draco's future commands.

"Do we have a deal, Vampire Queen?" he asked.

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King of Shadows.

There was something recently familiar about that title, but it was the last of Daemala's concerns. Outside what sounded to be a hopeless war raged on. A hoard attempted to tear away at the hovercraft. There was no time to wrack centuries of mental storage: there was someone much stronger than she, and he was sitting in her hovercraft. He didn't seem to want a conversation. Troubling. She managed to keep herself collected as what felt to be tendrils danced about her, even going so far as to touch her face.

Such a brazen display of power, she thought, He is truly unafraid! As Draco, King of Shadows held up a hand the hovercraft stopped shaking. Daemala tuned in to a sonar channel for confirmation that they were no longer under direct attack. A pity she couldn't send anything back, and she wasn't about to try anything to put herself at risk. What if he could read minds-even encrypted or protected ones? He could likely listen in to their sonar no problem if he had a way to find the frequency and tune to interpret it. This was a huge problem.

Daemala kept her eyes fixed on Draco, King of Shadows. A few thoughts seemed to cross his mind. Her left eye twitched as he again began to speak. Of choices, of joining his Legion. A pit of dread began to form in her gut. What was coming was obvious. She was to be a pawn, a lowly little pawn. A piece to be used and discarded! Her eyes widened with horror. Her worst nightmare was coming to fruition. She was to be, in the grand scheme, insignificant!

Whatever he was, he certainly was not a vampire. She quickly forgot about the grotesque nature of Draco (and his hand) when she heard the word 'Queen'.

"Queen?" Daemala raised one of her own gloved hands to play across her fangs. She was enchanted by the idea of it. Queen! It was the pinnacle of achievement. To rule, but more so to be respected, even more so to be doted on, oh what it would mean to be Queen! Her eyes began to glitter.

"King of Shadows. You have a deal so long as what you say to be true is true. I am and will be from here now and forever forth, Queen," she extended her hand to take his, "Queen of Shadows."

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Draco's grin widened as she pondered the title of Queen, and it quickly vanished as she mentioned queen of shadows. "No." he said flatly. "That title is already taken. You will be Queen of the Vampires." Draco already had his own queen. His love, Kethend, the only dragon to break through the labyrinth of madness and emotion to find Draco for who he truly was, and to catch his attention and love. His mate, and mother of his children.

As she took his hand, the ring appeared, and the corruption seed was planted. Daemala would feel a slight surge of her own power, and at the same time, a strong inclination to do as she was told by Draco. Her guards would be powerless to do anything as the rubies of the ring glowed. They formed the eyes of the Dragon, staring up at her, watching her, eternally reminding her of her allegiance to Draco.

Once the deal was sealed, Draco retracted his hand and the glove returned. "How do you feel?" he asked calmly. After her answer, he'd lean back in his chair and nodded softly. "I need you to prove your loyalty, Vampire Queen, to the Legion." he looked to either side, where her guards sat nervously in the limo with them.

"Kill your guards."

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Daemala felt great. Queen of Vampires was enough a title itself, and with the new power surging through her she had no doubt that's exactly what she was. The rubies glowed. The deal was sealed.

He asked her how she felt. Daemala looked Draco long in the eyes. She felt better than she had ever felt before, which said something. Daemala had plenty of euphoric days. This must be what the Gods feel like, the Queen of Vampires thought to herself. She smiled, and snapped her fingers.

Without even the time to scream, the guards on either side of Daemala blackened and crumbled to ash. She dusted a smudge from a spot on her thigh. Their death was painless; she felt her power grow in the moments of their passing. Daemala would personally sign the honorable mentions on their death certificates.

"An honor doing business with you," Daemala looked Draco again in the eye, "Welcome to the Cursed Wood, Domain of the Vankoryth Detente; of which I am the Vampire Queen. Now to discuss your place in our grand scheme. Do take your stay with us at the Castle."

The vehicle began to rumble back to Castle Vankoryth. Daemala sent out a text to begin arrangements for the most honored of guests, and to ensure Zosimos stayed contained.

"Care to tell me about your Queen? She must be lovely!"

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Draco lifted his chin slightly as the car began to move, considering his next move silently to himself. His eyebrows raised slightly as well at Daemala's words. Their scheme? No, it was all his scheme. Daemala and the Detente were nothing but pawns on his chess board against the Light. He blinked as the question of his Queen came about.

How would he describe Kethend?

"A Dragon of impeccably Dark beauty. A Black Dragon who I blessed with my power when we mated. She survived the corruption. She, however... has more feelings than I do. My corruption killed most of my emotions." he explained, growling about his own corruption. Draco's history was one of pain and torment - not one he liked to get into. He had shared it with only Kethend. Only a select few others knew it - Light being one of them, the people directly involved in his past being the others.

Clearing his throat, he looked to where her guards used to it, ash in their place. His eyes narrowed, and he grinned. Interesting. "What about this scheme should I know?" he circled back to the main topic of discussion. He was straight to the point - there wasn't a need to beat around the bush with Draco, he had goals, and often took the most direct route to it.

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Dark beauty, the only kind that mattered in Daemala's book. She listened to Draco describe his other half, puffing out her lip with pity when he touched upon emotions. She wiped her face clean when Draco cleared his throat and the subject was changed. As dramatic as she could be, Daemala knew when to pry and when to leave well enough alone.

"Well, there's a dinner party, which of course you and your Queen will be honored guests of. However a more concerning matter has come to our attention," She held a hand to her own throat, a sneer rising to her lip, "Dissidents."

Daemala absentmindedly played with her new ring as she recounted recent events.

"As much as I don't care about any mortal in this world, our survival depends on harmony. Being so, the Vankoryth Detente has been in alliance with Wing City, Lutetia, and other areas across this godforsaken planet. There are systems set in place to ensure we don't starve. We've been lucky enough to partner with a business which supplies us with blood product from private willing donors-high end stuff, if I do say so myself. As you can imagine, an attack on the most popular watering hole in Wing City in the name of the Detente would cause an issue."

She glowered out of the window for a moment. Residents of Verinotte Hollow had been rendered uneasy. It didn't do well for business or her life of leisure.

"We've called a blood hunt against these dissidents. They're calling themselves the..." She fished out her phone and read a group message, "The Sabbat."

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Draco listened to her recounting of the events having to do with the Dissidents calling themselves The Sabbat. His expression was stoic and. He held a hand up to stop her once she named the group, and uncrossed his legs, setting both feet on the floor of the limo, the vehicle shaking under his weight.

"If you are asking me to enter Wing City, that is not possible. I have attacked the city too many times, they will recognize me, and a great battle will once more ensue." he said plainly. He shifted in his seat. "The Legion has but four members capable of coherent Thought, and they, too, are not smart enough to do the job you're requesting. They would just as quickly send their battalions to invade the entire city rather than kill this dissidents you're having an issue with." he asked.

He then leaned back, his eyes narrowing softly as he delved himself in thought. "However..... I can give you a small detachment of Commandos to be at your summons." he offered. "But you will be required to be where you need them to be summoned, or they will be useless."

Draco's eyes relaxed and he leaned back in his chair again as he waited for the Vampire's reaction, and whether or not she'd want to go through with this compromise.

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"Enter Wing City, goodness no," Daemala politely sneered, the idea dancing across the back of her mind that perhaps it would have been better off under rule of Draco, "His Highness, of course, will always be most welcome within the walls of Verinotte Hollow." She hoped he was satisfied to hear that, in the least. Verinotte Hollow had long been home to the dark and the cast out, the undead and the misunderstood.

Next, Daemala bowed her head in thanks. A group of able bodies were always welcome, especially now that she was down two guards. Military talk had a tendency to elude her, which prompted her next question, "A Commando is a unit of about how many?"

She glanced out the window as they skirted into the Forbidden Thick. There was a signal being sent out to her and she tuned in. The slightest of frowns played across her lips, but she quickly returned her expression to a pleasant one. Something was amiss at the Castle but it wasn't a big deal. She tuned out when chatter turned from informative to gossip.

"Would his highness prefer to step into the Hollow for some refreshments, or would you rather we stay on course towards home?" Daemala asked Draco, swearing in the back of her mind that whatever it was had better be fully handled by the time she arrived. Still she twisted the ring on her finger.

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"A commando is a single soldier. Highly skilled, extremely deadly, perfectly silent." he explained. As he spoke, two appeared -one on either side- of him. Crimson visors formed their eyes, but besides that, the only discernable features were gender and size. They sat with arms crossed, staring at each other endlessly. As advertised, they were perfectly silent. If not for their visual appearance, Daemala would never have known they were there.

With their presense known, her new ring resonated faintly, but enough for her to feel the vibrations. "Straight to the castle. I don't intend on staying long." he answered. He noted the scowl that played across her face momentarily, and his expression remained neutral. Narrowing his eyes, he peered through the realm of Shadows, aiming to check in on the servants of the Castle, to see their goings on. If he wanted, he could appear inside the castle in an instant of shadow teleportation. But he decided to play along, and enjoy this car ride.

For now.

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From northern far, in, a deep chill seeped, to the bone, through the scale, up the roots. White pockets of fire erupted throughout- advancements made by those within and foreign tools come here for final rest ceasing to exist with a flash and bang. A lament was cried from the Bez Daha Trees to Saggitae, to Gaia, to anyone who could hear and would, that again did Eras breathe upon this realm; and would continue to breathe, continue to inhale their realm, continue to flex chaos and destruction, until Gaia drew breath no more.

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It would seem to be a dream. The top of the clouds, facing space and beyond, took the faintest bout of pink around the edges. Eras, the dead star, was slightly off position behind the massive structure looming beyond Gaia's atmosphere. To the closest observer, they may notice the dead star beginning again to glow.

The setting changes from Ellaria to The Three Titans

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Birds took to flight as a low rumbling sound emanated throughout the three big islands. The waves drew back from the shore in abnormal fashion, pausing to reveal the lowest tide in a hundred years before crashing back onto shores across the archipelago with storm-like surf.

The setting changes from The Three Titans to Asteria City

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A harp began to play. Low and quiet, most adults wouldn't hear it, but young teens and children would be roused from sleep by it. They would feel drawn to it, a nagging urge to find the person who was playing the harp. If only to listen closer, or to shut them up so they could sleep.

"Come little Children,
I'll take thee away,
into a land of enchantment.."


A female voice began to sing to the youth of the city. Lulling them into a sense of security with her gentle voice as they roused themselves, called by her beckoning words.

"Come little children,
the time's come to play
here in my garden of shadow"


The music grew louder, and the magic pull on the minds and hearts of the youth grew with it. Upon the word Shadow, the entire city darkened. The lights still worked, the stars and moon were out in full, and by all means everything looked fine. But the Shadows? The places not caught by the light of the moon and stars and lights of the city? They grew darker. The music emerged from these places. Alley ways, hedges, parks, and gutters. Even the darkened closets of the older children who no longer needed night-lights to lull them to sleep.

"Follow, Sweet Children
I'll show thee the way
through all the pain and the sorrow..."


A male voice began to harmonize with the female, adding an underlying sense of authority to the lullaby. The children began to walk faster. It wasn't many. Maybe fifty at most, closer to the outskirts of the city, furthest away from the strongest point of magic from the mage of the Terra Nova Empire who had established a base there. The Shadowlings knew exactly what they were doing, and while they'd not done this sort of slow harvest before, their Master was pleased to see its results go unimpeded by outside meddling and turmoil.

"Weep not, poor children
for life is this way.
Murdering beauty and passion..."

The setting changes from Asteria City to Ruula

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The world was already in turmoil due to Darkness, and it was about to get darker. On an unnamed, uninhabited island, a strike of purple lightning cracked against the volcanic rock. The flash faded, the thunder rumbled for miles, and a lone figure stood at its strike point. He wore overlapping, scale-like armornof Draconian design. Swept back and sleek in appearance with sickening horns growing from the helmet. All of that faded into a sleek, crisp Military uniform. Midnight black and Crimson provided the eerie stillness to the man. A crown of glowing Shards of Duradaeden floated around his head, a dull bronze glowing around the shards.

Crimson eyes opened and a low rumbling growl rumbled the island as he exhaled. Four featureless figures bubbled from the growing pool of shadow around him.

"Your orders, Lord Draco?"

Draco blinked and reached out a hand, fingers outstretched. "Scour the planet for the source of Darkness. Once you find it, relay the information to me."

"At once, my Lord."