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Thane Riak Steelheart

the elder's son and the Champion of the clan

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

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A band of adventurers that were chosen for a quest that started out for mere stones through deceit. Nightfall is coming to Gaia with the Second Rising of Eras. The Champions will either plunge the world into darkness or bath it in everlasting light.
An ancient people, first among sentient kind and the builders of the stars and planets the younger races take for granted.

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Thane Riak Steelheart
champion of the Realm forgers
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Theme Song:

Name: Riak Steelheart

True Name: N/A

Age: N/A

Age Appearance: aged warrior

Gender: male

Race/Main:Realm forgers

Race/Sub:

Sexual Orientation: straight

Marital Status: N/A

Birthplace: N/A

Date of Birth: NA

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Marking|Tattoos|Piercings:

Height:
14ft
Weight:
a tonne in his armour
Physical Condition:
healthy but old
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Alignment:

Occupation (Main):
the Clan's foremost warrior
Education:
has lived for millenia
Language(s):
the languages of Gaia
Current Residence:
Gaia
Enemies:

Disabilities:
N/A
Personality:

Fears:
the loss of his father
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Greatsword 'Sunderer'
an oversized weapon for an oversized being, the 12ft long weapon
was forged at the heart of the first star, or so its legends claim.
imbued with ancient and powerful magics.

heavy armour 'thunderer's embrace'
another ancient creation and relic of the Forgers
imbued with magics that enhances the wearer and those that offer greater protection.

Realm Forger's hand cannon 'Smokey'
a personal creation of Riak a single shot breach loaded firearm,
it fires a 40mm projectile. imbued with some magic as to not need an over abundence
of combustable powder.

and for now a bag of holding filled up with magical exploding pitons
the exploding pitons explode with the power of a megatonne explosion.

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History
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So begins...

Thane Riak Steelheart's Story

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The two ancient beings strode through the aged halls of their kind, no more than five hundred of them remained, and all but one had given up the use of arms and armour, Riak turned to his father as they walked.

“why know of all times?” Riak asked puzzled by his father’s sudden decision to reopen the gateway, that the two of them sealed almost thirteen thousand years previous the elder turned his head only slightly to address his son. “My son you have only ever walked the path of the warrior, I am thankful you have mastered its ways, back when you were nought but an acolyte under the late Vek stoneshield I feared that the coming darkness would consume us and so we as a people abandoned the surface and sealed the gates...I want you to see if it was beaten back, or destroy it if was not.”

Riak swallowed, the dread of those brief years were daunting to say the least, Riak looked ahead, the golems given life by the souls of ancient long dead Realm forgers standing ever vigilant over the gateway, the giant golems twist their bodies to look down upon the warrior and elder.

And in a slow unison movement they gripped the handles upon the great door, and pulled it open, the ancient blessed stone gateway grinding open, the enormity of the doors grinding open, pulverising smaller rocks that got caught under them. The sixty meter tall giant golems would open the door wide enough for one the doors themselves were ten meters thick and taller still than the golems that opened them. And so Riak would step forward and turn back to his Clan leader.

“Be Swift my son, and carry with you the pride that belongs to us” Riak would take his father’s hand in a tight grip and shake his hand, Kardal once he had his hand back would produce a large cloak from one of the magical pouches on his belt, the crimson cloak bearing upon it the clan’s symbol, making out a planet or star being forged upon an anvil.

Donning the cloak, Riak would stride beyond the gateway, his greatsword on his back in a open sheath as he climbed over the ancient rubble and into the light of day, a fine mist covered the mountains and Riak, stepped from the rubble pile and looked back through towards the great sliding doors as they ground against their fixtures back into place.

A heavy sigh escaped Riak’s lips he turned away from the rubble and his home’s entrance and began making his way from the upper reaches of the mountain, the gates being about two thirds up one of the tallest mountains in the range.

After a couple hours and having bridged a crevice between a gap in the mountain side he could see further down the path a number of smaller armoured bearded beings. Riak had not seen the damage brought about, by the beast the realm forgers so feared so he was wary at best, though his weapon stayed in its sheath, he thought they were likely coming to see what this noise of the mountainside opening up, Riak was stood up on the mountain path the winds causing his cloak to billow out away from the mountain’s sheer face.

“BE YOU MINIONS OF THE BEAST OR PEACEFUL?!” Riak's raised voice rocked down the mountainside, he stood upon the edge of the path now, easily visible to the patrol down below.

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#, as written by Marcus
The patrol of dwarves that Riak called down upon acted quickly for a heavily armed patrol. The front and read guard carried sturdy walking axes whilst the group that sat within the center were somewhat different than their heavily armored companions. Several within the middle of the patrol raised strange looking muskets engraved with golden or silver inlay and crafted to look like the gapping maw of some great beast whilst an older dwarf simply raised his cane up towards the traveler above and barked out his orders in his native tongue.

"Hold yourselves!" Jorn shouted in dwarven as he looked at his engineer only to shake his head. "Shaky lot we have here Aethmak." The noble amongst the group simply then brought his attention towards Riak who was shouting on about some beast. Obviously the newcomer was brave but from where did he come from?

"No beasts roam my lands!" Jorn shouted up towards the man. "I am Lord Jorn Gareif, master of the great Clan Havelshield!"

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  1. please keep in mind canonically the highest level of mechanical power able to fuction on gaia is base uses of gunpowder

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Prototypes only went so far in theoretical testing. Malad needed practical environments to see how weathering and field treated his new tools even if they were robust inside the lab. This prototype's mechanics of actuating ammo while balancing the spinning movement of the multiple barrels proved to break down constantly. So he took the weapon prototype a different direction and replaced bits with aetheric items carefully crafted to dance together. The mages were actually on-board with the nature of the creation for once while making his parts. Bleeding dogmatic artisans.

Sorties like this were perfect for testing such things. In this case there were a three packing equal bits of a crew served weapon so the weight wasn't onerous. Three packed the prototype: One with the gun core; one with the small spring-stabilized stand, spare aetheric capacitors for when they screwed up the chant, and ammo; the last packed the fairly heavy spellwrought barrel. Heated up too much firing that fast and he had to redesign it out of ceramic with the mages' help. Three also fired it: one to sight, one on bent knee reciting the chant he'd taught them that made the collection of small spells inside the core to operate in the right pattern, and the last to pull the trigger unleashing hell. Seven musket firing rate for three musket men and no reloading for a few normal musket volleys or so worth with the boxed magazines. Weight class allowed them to put on a powerful scope if they cared. Expensive to build overall but he reckoned it had a strategic use in battle all its own class. Where to put such weapons to best effect was for his Lord to puzzle out. The cores still burnt out every few months after bouts of sustained fire but he had a feeling the thrice-damned aetheric parts didn't like his line-straddling around their mechanical meddling.

His endless thoughts on his own work mostly lead to his own terse response on the dwarves to his Lord, "Had them bring the big gun. You'd think they'd be less worried."

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Silently Riak watched the dwarves below form up into the defencive positions a number of them pointing rifles up at him, if he so wished he could fire his own flintlock pistol on them, though what use would that be?.

Riak nodded listening to the lord of this party below him and called back down to them “then let us talk peacefully, I am Thane Riak Steelheart, of the Realm forgers, the last warrior of our clan!” stepping away from the ledge, Riak would begin making his way down the mountain, and disappeared down one path and after a few minutes or so, he’d be just further up the path from the dwarves, no more than five hundred yards from them.

His chainmail and plate armour made of thick dull plates of an ancient ore from the deepest realms of Gaia, the standard muskets of the dwarves would have trouble piercing the plate armour and chain but the larger weapon in the dwarven party’s arsenal could potentially do the job.

The giant-esc being would come to a stop two hundred and fifty yards ahead of the dwarves and draw his greatsword, the weapon only just shorter than Riak, with Riak being 14ft tall and the blade twelve in full, and the blade a full foot in width, he’d stabbed the tip of the blade deep into the path and bury five foot of the blade, before finishing his approach, now unarmed and meaning his peaceful intentions. He would stop 30ft in front of the party.

“Your equipment is of remarkable quality” he watched the dwarves, he could tell they were on edge “your troops seem jumpy, Lord Gareif, Is it because of me?” Riak raised a hand and fixed his broach shifting in his armour, and moving the cloak a little so it didn’t cover up half his face.

Standing into a casual relaxed stance Riak mostly kept looking around, noting the geographical changes to the mountains and then beyond to the lands below, the world had truly changed more floating mountains higher up above his home peak among other changes.

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#, as written by Marcus
Thane Riak Steelheart, the Realm Forgers, whoever this man was Jorn simply grumbled as he looked over to his men and the tinkerer who accompanied him in order to field test the new rifles. It was only when the rather massive man made himself fully apparent before the group of Dwarves to Jorn cough a little as he looked upon the half giant before him.

It was only when the half giant offered his praise over the quality of his craftsmen's work did Jorn level his gaze at the giant of a man. "You appear to have giants blood within your veins. I cannot blame my men here for not thinking you to be some emissary of those who wish me destroyed. However...." Jorn stepped forward and waved Malad to follow behind him whilst he approached [bThane Riak[/b].

"From where does your clan call home Thane Riak? My people have lived in these mountains sense the first stirring of the very ground we stand upon and yet I've never seen someone or anyone as tall as you or even your clan you claim to represent."

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Malad stumped off to follow behind Jorn absently making notes in his journal artifact about the trip and equipment performance thus far. His eye followed the armor work by Riak while wielding the small elongated diamond shaped object with a coil of arcane-marked thick metal about it. There was always notes to be made and strategic information to be recorded.

Malad ever terse introduced himself simply to Riak, "Malad Aethmak, if it please you."

The hand on his spire at one side his fingers touched runes on the coils of wire swiftly recording information. The grain and scratch patterns on the armor were useful information as even if one polished the alloy's skin still shone through.

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Riak nodded in understanding of Lord Gareif’s caution, and turned pointing to the mountain from which he had no more than thirty minutes prior exited. “you would not have heard or even known of us Realm forgers as the last time we left the Forge was just over thirteen thousand years ago, I remember watching my father sealing the gate to protect the tribe” he looks back to the two who had stepped forward “It is a pleasure Malad” his tone reflected this to be true in same way, Riak produced his flintlock, the size of a small cannon, the design and construction not unlike older dwarven designs, possibly. He was just looking it over, rolling it between his hands, scrutinising it, looking for imperfections.

“I am the only living Realm builder to bear arms, my people are a peaceful lot, their duty the creation of worlds and stars” he holstered the unloaded pistol. “or so it was before the collapse of my people” he sighed heavily, it was still a sore subject, for a multi million year old being, a few thousand years is nothing.

Casting aside the moping he further investigated the dwarfs before him, scrutinising their arms and armour, like any craftsman would over their trade. “as for half giant, we realm forgers have no relation, we are an ancient folk the eldest of us having forged the realms we take for granted millennia past.”

He turned heading towards his sword and lifted it up and sheathed it and looked back to the dwarves. “If you are interested in learning further, I may allow you entry into the Forge. Riak spoke more of seeing if the dwarves were curious enough to find out more, or if they declined he would pass on by and continue his exploration.

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Jorn almost seemed flabbergasted at the idea of this massive man standing before him, with many like him no less, and even the offer to see something that might just be insane enough to warrant a good laugh and further investigation. If anything this giant of a fellow was just some crazed barbarian who had stepped one mile to close.

"Alright, I'll bite......." Jorn trailed off slightly only to smile a little as if he had just heard the worlds worst fucking joke. The old dwarf clenched his cane and choked back a bit of laughter as he looked over to Malad only to offer his companion an approving nod. "However we will be bringing our current company. How far are we talking here?"

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Riak lead the way towards the entryway, from the shear face on his left two reactivated golems began to glow and pull themselves from the wall, standing half Riak’s height and glowing a with a blue aura and deeper blue eyes, the golems watched the dwarves but Riak spoke up in the ancient tongue of his people. “Stand down they are friends”

The two golems stance changed and one spoke in common to the dwarves. “are you truly peaceful?” one asked, the other returned to its position in the wall Riak patted the second golem and it retired also.

“I am sorry about them, they watch and guard the entrance” stepping up to the rubble that sat in front of the gate, Riak began clearing the rubble aside, but as he did this, the entire cliff face began to split, the great stone doors grinding against the ground as the giant golems inside, pulled the doors apart opening them. Slowly, the sound of 90 meter tall doors filled the air, stone grinding on stone. Echoing out across the mountains. “welcome to my home”

He watched as the gates opened and after thirteen thousand years, they shall remain open to welcome all of a peaceful heart to enter.

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High above, a great and beautiful Mountain Peak suddenly explodes with the force of a detonating star, unleashing a catastrophic clap of thunder as a result. The shards and debris, however, soar away to the west in a cloud of whirling rock and dust.

A short interim later, a bright coiling band of energy like a tendril of fire from the sun itself sears it's way to the place where the peak once stood, and flashes blindingly. Once it fades away, the peak is seen to be restored, save that it is bare of snow that once covered.

These strange events are like a beacon to any adventurous soul in the region, daring them to investigate the origins of such oddities.

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Malad followed dutifully behind his lord replying to the golems, "The march of advancement is neither peaceful nor warlike. It moves impassively in all directions."

His gloved hands reached up to slide a magnifying lens down then pulled a lucent note canvas out from his journal. Hasty scrawls of notes on the shape of the golems appear under his darting finger. The place before him more interesting than dragons likely fighting somewhere from the shaking underfoot. Golems at least were something more closely understood the dragon magic was still unattainable.

"Your front doors make for an impressive bulwark," the inventor commented to Riak.

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Impressive, very impressive, to think that all this time that such a fortification was sitting quietly beneath The Stone Lords Empire was almost baffling at best. The golems craftsmanship was also commendable, though dwarven hands could have created something more eloquent, the arcane work however was something beyond his kin in some regards.

"Well put Malad." Jorn retorted only to allow his gaze to fall more intently upon the constructs that offered as guards for Thane Riak's hold. The Dwarf Lords eyes began to fall towards the arcane as auras and lights filled his vision allowing him to decipher the spellwork which bound these soulless automatons to their eternal duty.

It was only when Malad offered his next words that Jorn turned his attention to the massive doors before him. Indeed it was impressive work for a defensive door. It must have taken a bit of time for the construction if it was something more than a simple door. "Yes." Jorn muttered only to stroke his beard slightly only to jump at the sound of a loud explosion.

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Riak would finish clearing a path for the dwarves to pass freely in through the ten meter thick doors and just inside, the 60 meter tall golems that opened the doors silently watched the tiny beings below.
He’d turn to face Malad as he commented on the doors “yes we may have mastered gunpowder and firearms thousands of years back now, but the gate has always be…” cut off by the explosion and bright lights, he step back, listening and watching the distant peak, rupture and explode and then be reformed.

“the magic of dragons is no less impressive than it was” he scoffs and looks to the dwarves and then back through the doors as Kardal came into view, an old stone circle lighting up with runes and magical energies, teleporting Kardal from the Forge below.

“Did i just hear the sound of draconic magics?” the elder spoke as he came to a stop a couple yards from his son. And then turned to face the dwarves. “certainly a pleasure to have guests, I am Elder Kardal Steelheart, I am sure Riak has introduced himself already” the 12ft tall realm forger shifted his staff between hands and continued “If you have any questions, ask them, and i shall answer them as best i can.”

Riak at this point had moved away and looked to the dwarves. “Father, I’m going to see what those dragons are upto” Kardal laughed heartily and nodded. “travel safely my son, may the stone guide your way.” Riak was soon back on his way down the path, his new destination the mountain that seemed to have been under the influence of dragons.

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Malad looked off toward the noise turning the side of his goggles to refine his distance view. Phosphor in the lense ignited white as he looked at the explosion of a mountain. He internally noted he needed to re-evaluate the maximums.

Malad did some mental math to figure relative scale at distance through his voice clearly didn't like the number he got, "Impressive? That's a whole different weapon class. That shining cloud isn't weather. Scale patterns say that's a dragon beyond the horizon."

He continued to look at the ceiling mumbling, "Never considered something big enough to rip the mountain out by its root. Hm."

He looked back at the door then up at the top commenting dryly, "It's a nice nice door. All my haze estimates for distance and scale say that dragon is standing between ground to cloud. Margin for error about a mile. That'll fight our mountains on even terms."

Malad looked up at the ceiling then to Kardal, "Is what's holding your ceiling onto the door as strong as the door?"

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Lenu appeared on the bridge of the Wingly Airship Angel's Wrath. Beside it a smaller Wingly Airship known as the Storm Maiden hovered.

"Ma'am forgive me for calling you from your..." Started the captain

"Don't worry about it give me a report." Interrupted Lenu

" Well ma'am it is hard to explain...all we know is that there was a bright flash and the mountain was well changed."

Lenu frowned and was silent for a moment before speaking. " Take us in closer have all hands ready for battle."

The two Wingly airships came to life, thier magical engines roaring as they pushed toward the strange mountain.

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Jorn continued to look out towards the mountain range that exploded only to reach into a pocket and produce a small strange stone figurine in the shape of a bird. He whispered to the carved bird only to give it life and watch as it began to fly off towards a locale outpost only to smile as his orders had been well received.

Several dwarven members of Jorn's house upon receiving the stone bird and the message began to move into action as their stone ships ignited with flaming rings only to raise up into the air above with heavy ballista's armed and ready whilst dwarven rune priests and mages prepared their defensive spells as the stone interior and the warriors aboard began to shimmer with spell work and prayers. Eight of the massive 1,123 foot stone vessels appeared to have been torn from the mountainside itself as moss and small trees seemed to fall or be burned by the fire elementals that had been bound to the massive flaming wheel in order to give the ships flight.
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"Indeed Malad, agreed, Tell me if you would rather have the battalion of armed men to escort you to witness the beast or would you rather stay by my side and see more that these people have to show us?" Regardless of the option he gave his tinkerer Jorn waved his hand to Torggrim and sent the warrior on his way with a few of the musket men right along with Thane Riak Steelheart. Such creatures need to be removed from the range that the dwarves empire as they posed a threat to every life around but to those of lesser creatures also.

"Now as for those questions. How in all the time my people have come to be have we not come across yours?" Jorn gripped his cane tightly only to allow his arcane gaze to befall the tall elder before him only to wonder what kind of answer he would be given.

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Kardel switched his stave between his hands before he spoke “I wonder myself, but you must have come across other Forges, belonging to the now extinct clans of we builders?” he glanced to the guardian to his left looking up at the magical soulbound construct. “much of our history was lost or destroyed in the time since the catastrophe, and well, I wouldn’t be surprised if some of the Forges were lost due to nature’s whims” Kardel then went on to think about the question on the strength of the Forge’s walls “much of the forge and our mountain is imbued in someway with magic to ensure its continued existence. Enough to stop dragon magic, we’ve never had to put that to the test thankfully”

There was no sadness to his voice, just a calm thoughtful demeanor, the Builders, Realm forgers, were a race of people from a bygone age. The Elder watched the Eight dwarven skyships take to the sky, those that were within view, that is.

“your mastery over magic and binding is Impressive, awe inspiring, really” the Elder looked to the cleared debris and walked to approach it, brushing smaller pieces of rubble aside, to produce a piece of face mask that indistinguishably belonged to some ancient forgotten construct, he set the mask back down and turned his attention back to the guests.

“The world was a different creature before we closed ourselves off, these floating mountain ranges were not so large” Kardel had a look of reminiscence in his eyes, as if he remembered how the world used to look.
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Riak had slowed his pace enough that the dwarven warriors accompanying him could keep up with his much larger strides, Riak glanced back to the warrior who looked to be leading the group of dwarves.“What can you tell me of the dragons of this age? If anything. If the world has changed as much as i believe it has then so might have the Dragon’s laws”

He watched the dwarven ships take off, and smirked, thinking to himself These Dwarves really are masters of construction also. He’d come to a stop at a set of divergent paths looking across them, he’d wait on the dwarves before continuing down a path, they know the mountains better than him, and neither he nor they needed Riak getting lost down some path into the middle of nowhere.

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Malad turned to his lord to shake a dour expression while turning his goggles back to normal, "By your side even through hells. Dragon magic is a spectacle and a threat, nothing more, until I've tools to employ it myself. They should worry for either event."

He took in the elder's assessment pursing a hand through his auburn beard pondering siege methods, "So, reinforced by magic, eh? Well. There's no better way to develop the untested than to try and break it by foreign shores. Always learning to look forward to."

The dwarf turned toward where the elder commented on the ships, "Traditional, sturdy, big thick doors, and well tested. Makes for good reliability, yeah?"

"But careful there, stare at bright ol' reliable pasts longer than need be and you'll go blind. Even if you think not.", he added with a smile.

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Two more airships joined the Angel's Wrath and Storm Maiden bringing the Wingly force up to four Airships. With the new ship came two Virages. Virage where large powerful magical creatures created by the Winglies. These creatures can use magic and shoot magical laser like rays from thier eyes. They while much faster and more agile than an airships and could easily take one down if it had to.

It didn't take long for the Wingly fleet to spot the Dwarf airships. The Wingly airships moved within hailing distance of the Dwarf fleet. The Virages flew in a orbit around the Wingly fleet.

Lenu stepped forward on the deck of the Angel's Wrath. Using magic to amplify her voice she spoke, "I am General Lenu Fahua of the Kadessa Confederation. We mean you no harm. In fact, I'm assuming we are both here for the same reason.... The strange occurrence with this mountain?"



Virage in flight (about the last half of video)

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The tunnels bellow inhabited by dwarven workers and families would find themselves left in Chaos as the massive dragon off in the distance provided not even a single care for the damage it had caused as tunnels bellow collapsed from the immense weight or flooded with either magma or water. Countless lives had been lost though luckily the main fortified city bellow and above continued on as Dwarven warriors of all casts took up their axes and sharpened their swords. The Arcane Airship captains from across the mountain range all seemed to act accourdingly as the mountain itself seemed to come alive with flaming rings and floating mountain tops suddenly coming to life with strange glyphs that bound the elementals to their proper place.

"I am General Lenu Fahua of the Kadessa Confederation. We mean you no harm. In fact, I'm assuming we are both here for the same reason.... The strange occurrence with this mountain?"


The Dwarven Airships nearby began to hum as the fire elementals burned angrily while the dwarven clerics and wizards prepared themselves and their charges for war. It was only when one of the captains cought wind of the amplified shouting of the new arrivals that he drew forth his sword and pointed it forward towards the massive beast that could been seen for miles upon miles away. "We fight for our people!" The dwarven airship captain shouted only to take up his position at the helm with several wizards and clerics who continued to monitor the elementals bound to the ship preventing them from escaping and sending the crew plummeting bellow.

Riak may have slowed his pace for the dwarven warriors but Master Argaald was not one to be kept in the dust as he made his way up next to the giant of a man. The others behind kept the march easily enough and with their rifles in hand and the ammunition they would need many would imagine that they had been brave enough to walk towards their most certain demise.

"The Dragons....." Torggrim muttered his response as he continued to keep pace. "They are a unruly lot. Dragons come in two varieties in my experience, Chromatic and Metallic, though they are never that big!" The master dwarf stopped only to point out a old rocky trail just to then wave his battalion to follow behind him. "As for their laws I'd imagine that anything that can eat me rarely cares for what is right or just. I've fought in several wars but rarely have I ever encountered anything like this...."

Meanwhile Jorn and Malad continued to speak with the elder, Kardal Steelheart. The silver haired dwarven transmuter simply nodded at the compliment the giant had only to look off towards the massive beast in the distance.

"It was a design I've cherished honestly. The ships are normally created from a special wood and treated with magic and rare alchemical reagents while the mechanism that binds the elementals in place is based on a modified theory I've been working on. Many people have said I'm a monster for binding the will of elemental creatures from their prospective planes to these devices but I say they are simply tools readily available for those who look hard enough." Jorn gripped his cane only to then turn his back towards Malad and Elder Kardal. The dwarven lord hoped his holdings remained unharmed as such a creature would likely cause massive amounts of damage just by existing due to its size.

"I'm willing to wager that such a creature is from another realm, perhaps the heavens above......" Jorn muttered his words only to then look back at his host. "No one is safe. So long as this creature remains able to sit upon my lands and slaughter my people, our people!"

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Riak followed along the path Torggrim had pointed towards, careful with his footing, as he ran across the mountain trails. Glancing towards the leader of the dwarven troop Riak spoke up "Aye, even thirteen thousand years back the dragons were never that big." p Pulling the flintlock pistol sized for him; more like a small handheld cannon, and began to prep it for use, though he'd not load in any ammo else it would all spill out from the barrel, dropping the pistol back into its leather holster, his attention turned back towards the risen ships as they moved forth.

this filled Riak with dread, sure he was a warrior, but a battle with dragons was for all intents and purposes suicide, though, the Builder, Riak, wasn't even aware of the extent of the industrial power of the dwarven realms. "each landing that dragon makes, is an earthquake to contend with" he shook his head and sighed "lets hope it doesn't decide to do it again"
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"you say the dragons slaughter your people?" Kardal gave a calm yet serious expression and leaned onto the staff "we are creators, not destroyers, balance in all things, My son is that balance to our people's creation, he is a destroyer one may say" he pushed off the staff and looked to the mountains in the distance "but I must agree, its presence endangers your people greatly and posses a danger to my few people also" Kardal stepped forward finally stepping out beyond the doorway and onto the path leading up to the gateway.

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Malad looked backward toward the other dwarves gesturing to one with a small bundle. The dwarf hurried up to deliver the arm-sized package to Malad. Set upon the floor plain leather unwrapped to reveal four small tripods, a smaller receptacle, and a set of bone-dust conduits wrapped in cloth tipped in silver clips. He removed and pressed a clasp to flip out the legs of each of the four small tripods where at their top, inside runed lead-antimony metal triple helix, glows a soft green feldspar crystal.

Malad set the receptacle at the center of the square then clipped the tripods to each other. The feldspars flickered for a moment then pulsed in time with their four counterparts back in his lab. He tossed his journal in the volume which took a place hovering above the receptacle. He stood up taking a small bag up with him. Digging out a few small ceramic stones he flicks them into orbit.

He offered the small bag of divination stones to Jorn gesturing to a few small white crystal keys inside and took one for himself. A key needed to see where the orbiting stones shone small illusory terrain of their mountain inside the volume. There were even small moving red flows where lava followed tunnels that the totems crawled awareness through the stone's skin.

He gestured to the volume, "Danger indeed. My network of totems doesn't extend too far from the mountain. At least above ground. I trust you know what kind of knowledge each rune seeks to shape the divination. Ceramic totems under lava should still work for a few days until they finally melt."

He bent down to look under the mountain where red lines flow upward until cut off abruptly, "Deep reach quarters already off awareness. Probably melted already. Looks like the new melt-triggered bulkheads slammed shut. That's the right locations for it. Or somebody read my safety manuals for once and triggered them before the lava got there."

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"Dragons..." Came a disgusted voice.

The Winglies hated dragons due to a war with them many, many years ago. A war few would even remember.

Lenu huffed letting the enchantment fade from her voice as she turned back to her men. Pointing to one she said, " you head to Kadessa tell the high council we need more Airships and Virages.... Also tell them we need the Dragon Busters and Block Staffs"

The man nodded and headed to the teleporter as Lenu continued. "The rest of you battle stations I'm going to see if I can a face to face with our new dwarf friends...."

Lenu again amplified her voice calling over to the Dwarf ships "I request permission to teleport aboard your flagship I wish to speak with your commander face to face to discuss the coming battle."

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The dwarven captain knew far to well that the Draconic threat needed to be dealt with. The mages aboard the arcane airships had received their orders and sent several Snapdragon Fireworks up high into the sky allowing the multifaceted magical firework to explode into several facsimile dragons which snapped into several flares.

Whenever Lenu would transport over she would be greeted by a fiery haired dwarf in stony armor and a Urgrosh in hand. "Welcome aboard! You're in my peoples empire now so I'll ignore the fact that those ships arrived without any notice. We have larger problems at hand."

Upon the ground bellow Jorn took up a few of the divining crystals only to toss them once he gave them an ample charge. Several of the runes found their place just fine whilst other fell upon the board with little to no charge.

"Several of the holding chambers are gone. The lost life is astonishing...."

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As gravity continued to take hold on the Ryoko-Maru, her Captain tried his best to maintain control of the situation, but the ship was in total freefall, and breaking up as the atmosphere tore it asunder.

To those on the ground this would appear as a brilliant streak of light in the sky, breaking up into multiple smaller streaks of light.

A deafening boom rang all throughout the exalted mountains, and the ship broke up into even smaller pieces, the intense heat cooking off munitions, which culminated into smaller explosions.

Debris rained down in a hundred mile streak of nanosteel, ship pieces, and metal fragments, the Taiyou cruiser had completely broken up.