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The Legion of Shadows

Shadowlings/Commanders

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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.

Legion of Shadows's Story

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Eastern Wing City

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Character Portrait: Draco of the Shadows

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#2016-08-28 02:39:32, as written by Scorpion01

A heartbeat.

That's all anyone paying attention could hear. Shadows began to bubble and sway to the beat of a heart. The busy city streets were the perfect target for his Legion. A lone man stood atop one of the shorter buildings and looked down over the busy streets and sidewalks. His military uniform was adorned with many pins and medals, and his stature was tall and proud. He had a simple face; cut jaw, short hair, brown eyes, fair skin.

Another person, a female, in a similar uniform, stood closer to the police station's perimeter, staring inside with her own brown eyes and simple face. She turned away, and then vanished into an alleyway of darkness. This would do.

Then all at once, everything shut down. Traffic lights, street lights, cars, trucks, buses, no matter; it shut down. The shadows beneath began to bubble up, and cars began to sink into the streets. From the alley ways, shadowy figures emerged and started sprinting as fast as race-horses in full gallop towards the clueless citizens of the city. Most of them were slender and fragile looking, with jagged, sharp claws on their hands and feet that they used to attack the citizens who were outside of their cars or on the sidewalks. Some were larger and had thick forearms, and they used them to slam into cars, pushing them faster into the puddles of their own shadows that they were sinking into.

If any citizens tried to escape, they'd be met by simple floating beings of darkness with cloaks that flared out to block their path, and the sound of the heartbeat in their heads to drive them back to the fray. From the shadows of fallen citizens, small tendrils would appear, and they would pull the bodies down into the abyss. Tendrils would also appear from the shadow puddles beneath the cars, pulling them down too while the thick-armed Bashers slammed into the machines, pushing them further and faster into the abyss as well.

Thicker, longer tendrils would burst forth from the shadows of the Trappers with their cloaks, and would grab any who tried to push on and escape anyway. The tendrils would attempt to grab their fleeing prey, then kill them by bashing them into the ground as if they were angry children with broken toys.

A smile slowly spread across the military-uniform-clad man on the rooftop's face, and he spoke eight words. "Lord Draco will be Pleased with this harvest."

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Eastern Wing City

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#2016-08-28 05:05:46, as written by Leocedus

Deep below the streets of Wing City, where a dark hallow lies, rested a large mass of black and orange fur. It lay on a ball, shifting every so often in the hole it burrowed through the rock and concrete. This ancient being awoke now, disturbed by echoes from above. It moves, with red eyes turning now upwards towards the ruckus. With an angry clattering of its claws as it stands the giant wolf like creature begins its ascension to the surface.

From underneath one of the larger slamming creatures an orange glow can be seen, shortly before an eruption of melted stone and fire bursts forth from the ground in a thirty meter diameter. From this hole sprouts first the head, then the rest of a gigantic black and orange wolf monstrocity. It stood well over 20 feet tall at the shoulder and measured around 45 feet from nose to tail. This gigantic creature roars in anger and shatters the nearby windows with only its voice.

Whisps of flame gather at the corners of this monsters maw before it breaths a gout of orange fire as wide as the street and just as tall. This fire breath would likely burn everything down the entire avenue it was facing, and soon it enough it smashed through sections of nearby buildings as it turned around to do the same attack again the other way.

After clearing the road of living things the wolf raises its face to the sky and howls unlike anything heard before in Wing City, its anger very apparent from just having been awoken.

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#2016-08-28 08:40:46, as written by Scorpion01

A smile spread across the Shadowling's face. He raised his hand, and pointed at the fire-breathing creature. Next was a melody of screaming. Hundreds of Screaming Minotaur all wearing heavy armor and wielding ungodly rusted and chipped battle axes charged the creature, swinging their axes while they did so. Each was about half the creature's size and each weight over a ton in total.

"You will make a fine addition to his Legion." the Shadowling snickered as tendrils pulled away the left over cars and carcasses, pulling them into the abyss to be reused and transformed. But why would Draco need cars? Unknown. That was for another time, anther place.

Mighty Tendrils of thick shadow burst forth from the burning buildings and the surrounding alleyways, aiming to coil around the body of the wolf-creature and hold it still so that the Screaming Minotaur may use thier blades to harm it significantly. Once weakened, the Tendrils would begin their mighty pulling, and more would burst forth from the shadow of the Wolf itself to pull it down into the abyss.

"You will be mine, child. I will guarantee you limitless power. I will break your mortal chains and make you immortal. I will be your salvation.

Draco's voice echoed throughout the city and within the minds of all who were open enough to listen. His voice was strong and powerful; echoed by three million years of wisdom, anger, and hatred for those who oppose him.

"Give in, and I will give you everything you ask for."

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#2016-08-28 10:42:47, as written by Leocedus

Screams, while a common occurance around the wolf, were some of the most annoying sounds in the known universe. In the wolfs case it was doubly so, if that were even possible. The echoing melody of these screams caused the large beast to flatten its ears and roar in protest of the noise. It seemed a voice too traveled on the wind. Through the creatures rage it only understood one word, Legion.

The monstrocity cared little for this voice and faced the oncoming attacks with fire on its breath. Before it could make its move however the surrounding shadows latched on, restricting its movements. The wolf pulled against them as it unleashed a full torrent of flame, this time purple in color, which would bind any creature with over twice its own mass. The flames still burnes like normal fire as well, giving the minotaurs a double whammy.

This did not help the wolf escape the shadows however, and it howled in anger is it was slowly brought down onto its belly. The curse in its body began to show now, as sections of its hide turned to mystic stone half molten and crusted with ancient writing and moss. The wolf got even bigger as its curse took hold, growing out to ten times its initial size and weight. Its now 200 foot tall body was pressing out the nearby buildings, and its entire body had gone from fur and fire to an ancient magic stone colossus.

The shadows would have trouble holding down such a giant creature, and its now deafening roar echoes across the city as it tried to sniff out the leader of these shadows to exact pain upon him or her.

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#2016-08-28 12:00:54, as written by Scorpion01

A smile, hidden from view, expanded now, as lips peeled back to reveal a set of dagger-like teeth. The Trapper Shadows formed a wall in front of the Bestial Wolf as the Minotaurs who burned screamed even louder, and swung even harder with their axes, trying to now break the stone skin before they died and fell into the abyss of their own shadows. The trapper wall suddenly connected and grew in size; forming one solid wall of darkness.

Two glowing eyes appeared in the darkness. Red coals from the deepest pits of hell itself. "Come now, child. I can free you from this life." Of course, Draco knew nothing of the curse the wolf suffered from; by life, he meant his actual life. Draco wanted this poor child's soul for his Legion; he'd make an excellent addition to his...collection.

The wall before the Wolf began to shimmer and fade as it fell slowly to the ground, revealing Draco himself. One hundred and seven meters tall he towered over the cursed wolf, and that was just at the shoulder. Draco's own maw crackled with lightning of pure hatred and darkness. As the shadowy curtain fell and revealed his body, those awesome wings capable of making this massive lizard fly at sub-sonic speeds crackled with lightning as they slowly spread out to make Draco's already large body seem five times as large. His tail swung back and forth with little to no regard for the buildings in its wake. His scales were blacker than the darkest night, and were thick enough to shield him from most anything.

"Come, now.... I have come to the conclusion that we all want Freedom....I recently attained mine....I can show you your path." Draco's voice rumbled from deep in his maw, while it hardly moved while he spoke.

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#2016-08-28 12:22:33, as written by Leocedus

The colossol wolf stayed its ground as it observed a curtain of black form in front of it. The minotaurs were little more than a tick in his hide at this point. All attention and rage from this beast focussed forwards on the new threat. As its true form was revealed the red eyed darkness would get doused in a torrent of blue mystical flames shooting out hundreds of yards to torch the mass of black. Even the voice seemed to carry no weight over such an instinct driven creature, although from the change of its posture and actions it was obvious that it had some understanding of speech.

Shortly after the voice finished its monolouge and the mystic flames died down, the colossus roared once more in hatred. But instead of attacking, the wolf began to shrink as its stone body returned to that of flesh and blood. Not only did the wolf return to size but it even went another step further, the black and orange wolf shrinking down into the body of a young male humanoid with bright and wild orange hair.

It seems that whatever energy it had been using to remain in such a large state ran out quickly, and even now the once massive being was once again entangled in shadows as its unconscious body became one with the void along with the rest of the devoured city scape.

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#2016-08-28 12:39:24, as written by Scorpion01

A sort of offended scoff came from the Dragon's throat as his own body shrank down to the size of a human male, shifting into a similar form dressed in a large black coat as he stood over the body of the unconscious boy as he sank into the abyss. Draco's eyes narrowed.

"Drain his spiritual energy, enough to make exact copies. If he can't handle his own power, he's of no use to our Legion." He said calmly as the man in the black and red military uniform appeared beside him. The man bowed and the boy was dragged into the abyss for all of five seconds before being spit out.

"Pitiful." Draco growled, kicking a stray pebble of gravel at the boy's unconscious body. "Even my weakest child has more energy than this ....mongrel." Another growl of frustration before his body began to sink straight down, becoming liquid and vanishing.

"Drain the rest of the city of its materials and souls. Quickly."

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Eastern Wing City

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#2016-08-28 13:00:22, as written by Leocedus

Still unconscious, the cursed male was taken in and drained of his spiritual energy. The only problem with this was that there were two of these energies within the male. One was pure anger and heat, while the other was far more ancient than even this rare beast and had a consciousness of its own. Known by some as Soul Edge, this dark power animated from a sword shard hidden underneath the male's ribcage in the middle of his chest.

Even with these energies drained and weakened, the male began to come too as a pebble bounced his way. Immediately the sound of shattering stone could be heard as the male snatched the pebble in his teeth and crunched it into dust out of rage. The transformation was immediate, and there was to behold the 20 foot high wall of wolfin fur and flesh. As it roar in pain and anger it dug into the concrete, burrowing its way violently down into the subterranian world of Terra. Within seconds it had vanished, heading down towards the hotter parts of the earth in order to lick its wounds and plan out its revenge.

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Eastern Wing City

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#2016-08-29 00:29:07, as written by Foxhoundx88

On top of one of the smoldering building overlooking the battle Rin saw the young wolf being drag down to the void. Thinking to himself or maybe it was a faded memory but the void of blackness looks so much like where Rin was born. Bring unwanted memories was the last thing he wanted. Jumping from the skyscraper he was watching from and landed a few paces from a man dress in black. Taking a closer look at him the man seem powerful enough to form a contract with but is he really. With a low voice that seem to be charge with power Rin spoke the first words of greeting.

"My name is Rin Darkstar, and I am sure you can sense that I am not fully human so let's get straight to the point, I need somebody to form a contract with, and what i can see you might be able, to show I'm not a weakling a demastrighting is in order."

Rin lifted his left-hand and form a orb of black and blue arcanic energy, and with a flick or the wrest he fire the orb at the skyscraper he jump from. The orb hit it's mark with and impact that shook the ground even from where they stand, next a column of black and blue flames engulf the building from bottom to top turning it to ash in seconds.

"I will tell you more about the contract ones you think about it more, until than i will watch you have your fun."

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Eastern Wing City

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#2016-08-29 22:55:25, as written by Scorpion01

Draco paused in his step only as another appeared in front of him. He said nothing and didn't bother to blink as the boy destroyed another building as if it were nothing. It was then that he scoffed. "If you think that small display of force is enough to impress me of all people you are surely mistaken child."

"My weakest child could do the same thing with her wing while stretching out. Now then; what contract do you have in mind?" he asked. He had to admit he was curious what this child could offer him. And already he was thinking of ways to turn the contract around and enslave this...Rin Darkstar to the Legion for an eternity.

One last question, he thought, opening his mouth to speak. "Do you know who I am? As a being of Darkness you should always be....in the know....of those who are more powerful than yourself." Chances were that the boy in front of him knew nothing of who he was. Already his Legion prepared for an assault from all sides on the boy in front of him. The Trappers had formed the perimeter wall already, and the shadows began to boil and bubble.

From beside Draco rose his Shadowling adviser, dressed in his black and red military uniform with medals on his chest. He spoke to Draco calmly: "Si ibleuavi dujzarn wux zexenuma doegel, sia ith. Si shilta ti winev ekik wer gemuth zara jacida bisekim garris."

Draco grunted and nodded, replying: "Tir ti xihood, vrak. Draco tepohaic authot aurthon iacoeni persvek wer boja ekess vucot svabol jaci ui tirir." he and his Shadowling spoke in their ancient Draconian Language; none but a chosen few could understand it let alone speak it. It was a deep and gutteral way of speaking, one that would feel as though one's throat were being torn apart from the inside out while they spoke. Hence why only Dragons and Dragon-kin could speak it.

"Now come, child. Tell me what your contract entails." Draco said, gesturing to a table as it appeared from the bubbling abyss in front of them, complete with stools for chairs.