Terakon Luvinair's Story

Terakon Luvinair stares at Asvith Thyrmm

Khale Fewtale shakes his fist at Asvith Thyrmm

Frendor decided to add another tactic. He projected and magnified the force of his arms so that the super-giant would feel the illusion of imaginary blows and punches, as the dragons circled around. He was hoping drive away Asvith or at least to distract him.

He lost sight of the super-giant. Where did he go?

"Let's follow him!" cried out Frendor.

Aewisp of the wind, being from a plane of astral and away, was unable to hear Frendor as he called upon her for help. However there was another who heard his call and was compelled to answer. The wind blew faintly around Frendor, tickling his hair about in response.The wind was not strong, but the wind would attempt to assist. The wind had unfortunately been drained of it's autonomy largely by Eras, as Gaia slipped into a slumber having had taxed herself assisting the Champions dotted across her mass.

Zirkonia was pleased that Frendor seemed to take so kindly to Gaia, and was thankful for his arrival. Gaia had chosen her champions wisely. She opened her eyes and gently tilted her head back to marvel at the upwards illusion. It appeared to her ghostly. Sinfrost too was impressed, but didn't quite know what to make of all of this. He couldn't deny the safety awarded by the illusion, though.

Brace yourself, she thought to Frendor, and inhaled deeply. Zirkonia leveled herself somehow even closer to the ground and opened her great maw, unleashing a roar which echoed through the mountains. It rolled over the snow covered peaks and up to the clouds: she aimed it at Asvith Thrymm and knew that if he had ears he would hear it. Most in the mountains likely would. Her great neck extended upward, her body reverberating as the great roar escaped. Even so she was careful of the position of her shoulders - part of the reason she positioned herself so was to ensure the safety of the Champion on mount.

Sinfrost, who hadn't been paying attention, gave a little start as the great roar began. He looked to Zirkonia and was admittedly struck with a bit of fear himself. Again, he had never seen a dragon so great as Zirkonia. He watched with growing awe as her roar continued for longer than most. When her great jaw finally snapped shut there was a little smirk playing on her scaly lips. Her eyes twinkled for a moment at Sinfrost as if daring him to try to match her roar.

There was a rumble as higher on the mountain a great mass of snow and ice broke free, creating an avalanche. The avalanche cascaded down the mountain. Sinfrost watched as it rumbled down in the not-so-far distance, then as it started to fall even closer. Snow showered the two dragons and Frendor as a clump broke on a rock higher up, but thankfully that seemed to be the most of what would hit them.

Sinfrost shook the snow off of himself and let out his own giant roar. Nowhere near as impressive as Zirkonia's - not earthshaking to say the least- but it was loud, and it was powerful, and as he closed his mouth he looked towards Asvith, who had taken a giant step and seemed to be heading off.

Are you ready to fly, Champion? Zirkonia asked Frendor, crouching down again to prepare for take-off

Frendor was impressed at how well Zirkonia and he were working together. It was as if they were already of one mind. He felt excitement at the thought of flying and joy at the prospect of hunting down Asvith Thrymm.

Yes, I am ready, most worthy one, most beautiful gallant dragon. Let us fly, let us chase down Eras. Let us bring healing to Gaia!

Yet, deep inside, he was filled with self-doubt. He no longer had access to his mentor, Elvaron, nor had he seen any fellow wizards or high elves yet answer the call of Gaia. He greatly admired the two dragons and drew comfort from the wind, but he still doubted his own abilities. Would be make an error like the infamous Sorcerer's Apprentice, or would he prove himself to become a true master wizard. There was still so much for him to learn and master; working with illusions, with the wind and frost, aiding dragons and facing down super-giants, with only a limited source of power. He was an apprentice of many magical skills, journeyman of a few skills and as yet master of none.

He also sensed that Gaia was waning in power. He needed to think about this. How to weaken the power of Eras and strengthen the hand of Gaia's champions? His only strategy so far was to distract and harass Asvith Thtymm, hoping that the super-giant would reveal a weakness.

With a great push from the ground below, Zirkonia took off into the skies! The snow fell from them as they ascended higher and higher, Zirkonia's great wings beating in slow intervals against the air. With each flap the air around them grew more cold, and more thin. Zirkonia labored not- she was used to these altitudes. For a moment the great dragon was lost in her ego and power, so buffed by Frendor with his words.

She aimed to pierce the clouds.

Sinfrost watched them depart. Part of him thought the two a fool for going after something so large in such a way, but the rest of him felt something he couldn't put words to.

Humans call it hope.

Frendor noticed that Sinfrost was not following them. He tried to reach and sense his mind, calling him to join them, but they were traveling too fast. All Frendor could see was sky and clouds. How to find the enemy? How to find the other champions? He allowed to mind to see what Zirkonia was seeing and also drew in his awareness to the remaining pockets of Gaia's energy. He was looking for a pattern, either a sign of disturbance, or a situation that needed help.

Sinfrost dind't follow them, but should the illusion sustain in Frendor's absence, the dragon looked forward to having a little bit of fun.

He roared again!

The illusion of Khale Fewtale the Frost Giant, continued to follow Sinfrost and open its mouth when he roared, although growing ever slightly fainter with time, whereas the first illusion Terakon Luvinair, appeared to be flying through the air at high speed, hurtling towards wherever Zirkonia and Frendor where going.

Frendor listened carefully to the ancient legends of the Precursor, with awe and fascination. Surely he was now interacting with vast forces beyond his understanding! He had never met one of the ancient champions, nor yet one of the Ithquent; he was still too young.

In the distance, he could start to see the outline of the vast army of Syros, with an important looking man and woman standing beside Syros himself, gazing up at Zirkonia as she approached them.

Just in time, Frendor remembered to suspend the illusion of a frost giant, Terakon Luvinair, following the dragon, so that the followers of Syros would not mistake him for one of the Collossi.

Frendor prepared himself to gently slide down from Zirkonia to greet Syros.

"Hail Syros, Champion of Gaia, and Slayer of the Collossi. I am Frendor Falcon Wind, a humble elf, and this is the great dragon Zirkonia. We come to warn you that one of the Collossi, Asvith Thyrm, has awoken and is causing devastation all around Gaia. We have used our limited powers to distract and slow his progress, but Gaia will not be safe until all the Champions are united together."

Khale Fewtale stays close to Sinfrost protecting him from the Collossi.

In the skies above the clouds, a strange shape winked into existence, and began to move slightly, a keen eye could make out it's artificial, bulbous nature.

High above, the clouds began to move slower. There was something odd going on above the planet- again. The great pink glow in the skies remained, but the clouds- while moving at a pace slower than molasses- seemed to be dissipating.

Zirkonia descent, the illusion remaining behind, and landed gracefully near the gathered crowd. She bowed deeply to Syros after she landed, only rearing her great head up again as Frendor introduced her.

It was then, from the south, a giant rumble came. She looked to Frendor, worried, and then to Syros. The Colossus?! Were they too late?

Frendor Falcon-Wind looks around

A great earthquake rumbles deep within the Weargtooth mountains. One peak in particular looked bloated, like a volcano waiting to erupt.