OOC: Good. Then Phal can wake up. lol

IC: Phal listened to her friends as best she could, but her pounding headache prevented her from really thinking about their words. She could not add ideas of her own until she felt better. She sighed and resigned herself to curling up in the bed of Potse-Mog. A warm glow of the herb's inherent magic soothed her eyes, and seemed to lessen the pain of her head. She quickly fell asleep, unable to keep herself awake or listening any longer.

Ramoth talked with Gornath for awhile about his father, then informed that she would like to sleep also.

OOC: Time skip

Ion approached the capital city with Alexa at his side. The young dragoness, though physically fit, was well beyond her extent. Ion was aware of what had happened, and that the Healers had arrived the day before him. He landed softly outside the safe house, and Ramoth was there to greet him, along with the other members of her Alagaësian family. Good day Ramoth, Ion spoke an almost echoing voice.

Hardly we have uncovered the nursery, and none of the eggs survived, Ramoth forced her past, but welcome Ion. This is my sister Phalynx, along with her mate Aeraldi, this is my daughter Shyara, and her mate Ecivres, and this is Herensufge's son Gornath.

Yes, yes, I must say you are all not nearly as the same size I pictured you as, but that does not matter. I am Ion and- my dear Alexa go get some nourishment and sleep before you are counted with the dead.

But it is my duty to stay and listen and make sure you are comfortable.

No arguments; Ramoth will not want you incapable. Sorry, but she would leave any other way, so you would like to know about this Ice Demon correct? Well to confirm some things let's begin. Yes, it is him who caused all this, the weather, the death, city destruction. No, he cannot kill him in this time. But yes, you can do something. There is an anceint seal that can be placed on him and lock him back in the place he came from. Now what questions do we have?

OOC: Not sure what Gornath will get, but I can edit if I get it wrong.

IC:
I can find the alter, I will be less likely to be seen in all this snow and ice, and therefore much safer. I also can help Phalynx once she finds the key, there will likely be defences against intruders other than a key that is hard to find there. said the white dragon bravely. He was not too excited abotu hunting for something that would be very hard to find, especially with that monster out there, but he had to do something and he did not have the flight abilities of Phalynx, nor the memories and raw strength of Aeraldi, but he did have his abilities of light, as well as his determination. H would do his part, he would succeed no matter the threat.

Phal frowned, unhappy with Ion's answer. She didn't want to bank on chance, not when something of this magnitude was involved. There had to be another way to destroy the creature. It couldn't only have one fatal weakness. She did not elaborate, though, and merely nodded at his advice for her mission. I will get the Key. And hopefully you will have the riddle solved when I return, and the Book will be within reach. I am sure that everyone else can complete their missions with success as well, she said with a smile, looking around at her friends. The gravity of the situation was hitting her, and she couldn't help but wonder if this could be the last time she'd ever see some of them. Surely it wasn't, but the thought still crossed her mind. She leaned closer to Aeraldi, not relishing having to leave him for so long.

OOC: Do you have plans for any of these items, like where they are? Or are we going to improvise?

I'll be fine, heat is nothing new to me. Aeraldi said to Ion confidently, leaning closer to Phalynx as well. This would be a very dangerous mission, but they would be all the better for it.

OOC: I'll wait till you answer Draco.

OOC: The Volcano Heart is at any volcano; the jewels with Ramoth; the Gold with the Dwarves; the book I have a neat little place for, hence the riddle; the Key has it's own riddle giving an area to be search, where it will be exactly in that area you can decide; the blood, where ever we find; the sulfur water is at the sulfur vents on the ocean floor, like they are today; the Black Lily Oil is in the forest; and the Altar just needs to be well beyond the tree line, far north and far inland, as well as covered by ALOT of ice. For each place though, I want some sort of antagonist to block the way, such as the lava for the Heart, the ocean for the Sulfur Water, Ecivres is going to have to fight some things for the Lily Oil, and the raging storms for the Altar; just something realistic, and not exactly easy to over come, but you can decide the specifics. Like if Aeraldi wants Aeraldi to have to fight something or pass some other sort of test before or after he gets the stone, you know just stuff like that, something that is specifically difficult for your own character to overcome.

IC: Ion eyed Phalynx suspiciously, she wasn't sufficed with his answer. Ion whispered quietly to her, Have faith and trust me... or don't. It is your choice to let this idea haunt you and get in your way now, or you can just believe me.

So let's get started. Ion before I leave can you teach me this teleporting thing?

Certainly, after everyone's questions are sufficed, and they have left, I will teach you.

Well there isn't really much else I need to know, so see you later.

Ramoth turned as well and began digging for the treasury. Ion would be staying with her, so she had unlimited access to him.

Is there anything else you two need, Shyara asked Phalynx and Aeraldi? If this works I may go see the baby, she was due yesterday.

OOC: That works. Oo, I have some ideas. lol

IC: Phal nodded to Ion, not completely convinced but willing to believe him for now. She hoped he was right, at least. She smiled at Shyara when the blue and green dragoness spoke. No. Good luck on your mission, Shyara. Hopefully we will all meet back here with whole bodies and success, she replied with a small laugh. She watched as the others began to set off or get to work. The silver gave a long sigh and turned to wrap her neck around Aeraldi's. She let herself sink into him for a moment, only his scent and his presence existing and giving her strength. I love you, she said quietly, before finally drawing away and spreading her wings. I guess we're all off on a mission to save the world, she thought with a small laugh, tensing her limbs to spring into the air.

OOC: Sounds good, I'll have him start right away.

Aeraldi felt Phalynx's scales on his own, reveling in the contentment her presence gave him. He would stay there forever if he could, her scent filling his own senses. As she pulled away, he gathered himself for what would be a hard parting. He had no doubt he would see her again, she was far too strong for that.
I love you too. He spoke before jumping into the air, using his sight to find the nearest volcano. When he found it he sped off towards it, not looking back, for he knew if he did he would stay with Phalynx until he knew she was indeed safe. The blood would come later, when the stone was safely nestled within a cage of magic.

OOC: Your turn V, unless you had intended to be skipped till we caught up with you in the time frame.

OOC: Sorry, completely forgot about it, try not to let it happen again, (you all know how I hate this happening to me, so you can only tell how I feel doing it, lol.)

Also, Pass, just so that everyone gets back to the same time and Gornath can go back out and accidentally find it by seeing it somewhere close to the safehouse. =)

OOC: Kit, I think it's your go.

After a few hours of tinkering with the magic, Aeraldi felt he was finally ready to dive into the boiling rock. Since there was nobody around, Aeraldi could admit to himself without losing his pride that he was extremely nervous about whether the spell would hold or not.
I can do this, nothing to it. Just head straight for it and come back out. I'll go in three. He used his sight then to look for the rock that was to be the heart of the volcano.
Remember Aeraldi this is probably going to be the most intense heat you've ever faced, and it is going to be some depth below the surface of the lava, and it should be the only solid object at that depth. The words echoed in Aeraldi's mind as he used both eyes to find the solid stone in the middle of the Volcano. The mere sight of the amount of lava was making Aeraldi want to take a swim in the ocean. Then he saw it.
It was no bigger than the egg of a chicken, which would make it hard to carry and not swallow, but he could grab it and get out. If I can even get down there.
He ruffled his wings and shoulders, preparing for the swim of a life-time. I am not ready for this. Was his last thought before diving into the magma, a small splash of molten earth closing around his form as he delved deeper and deeper in the Volcano.

Hold up guys, I'm not here to hurt you. I need your help. Shyara hoped that reverence for dragons had permeated most of the city.

The captain of the battalion motioned for her to follow, but said nothing. Shyara was put in the center of the group and march inside a large mountain palace. The walls were laced with a fabulous assortment of precious stones and metals. She was stopped before worn throne of made of what looked to be solid quartz.

A Dwarf came in from a side room, with a crown on his head, Shyara figured him to be a clan leader, or at least the mayor of the town, which was more likely. She dipped her head to him, Sir, I beseech thee, I must collect white gold for a special ceremony and I came to bargain for it.

"Well dragon, you've come at the wrong time, we've sold most of ours to help the war effort. I'm afraid all that is left is what is in this crown."

I don't suppose you'd give it to me?

"No," he said bluntly.

Gornath crawled along the cold, rocky ledge toward the shelter of what looked like a cave. He was hurting, and cold, and a cave would offer protection, as well as a small ammount of warmth. He looked at the world around him and wondered, What could possibly be out here in this place of cold and wind? He finally managed to crawl inside of the cave and deep inside it. There, he fell asleep, and in his sleep he had a dream...

...The shaman walked silently through the cold wind and snow. H had a mission. The evil was once more upon the earth, and he had to stop it. In his hands, he held several items, all of which were covered in a cloth. The shaman himself was a humanoid creature, but it was different from the elves, humans, and dwarves of this age, he was taller, more elegant, more powerful. He stepped up to the stone alter. The alter was itself, situated in the center of a giant caven. The cavern was coveredin ice, all but the very center, and there was the alter. It was solid stone and looked not unlike a giant dragon claw reaching upward, toward the heavens...

Gornath woke then because of a monsterous roar in the distance. He cursed to himself and said, Ice demon...Where is that alter.....it was in an ice cavern, but im in an ice cave.....but where. Then he looked beneath him and saw it. The ice was hundreds of feet thick, but clear as glass. Below him he could see the alter and a smaller figure stooped beside it. He growled with happiness and waited for his strength to recover. He had found the alter...

OOC: Hope what I said about the alter is ok, I mean it would fit without much trouble would it not???

Shyara thought for a second, then decided the truth might help her. Please, an ancient and powerful evil has been unleashed upon the planet and it will soon ravage Alagaësia.

"What ever it is, it will not find us here or penetrate deep enough to affect us."

Have you forgotten so soon Galbatorix's victory at penetrating Farthen Dûr and Tronjheim? It has been done once, and it can be done again. If you wish to avoid such a fate as that than all I ask for is the gold! Shyara's tone was heated.

The Dwarf's face was boiling. "You dare threaten me with such falsities? You have no power here dragon! Put her in the cage."

The garrison of troops quickly reformed around Shyara, and at the threat of being run threw, forced her into a prison area. The walls were several feet thick. She was forced in to a small chamber, barely bigger than her, and was shut in by a massive slab of stone. Little pigs, she thought.

She examined the room, it was definitely constructed to hold a dragon. Shyara thought about teleporting, but she had never done it before through a solid wall, and the caverns and tunnels were small in this place, nor did she know where the crown was going to be.

Ecivres stopped to rest one of the massive trees in the tropical forest he was now in. He landed on a branch, scattering a few birds that were just smaller than he was. Everything seems to grow bigger in this forest. I wonder how big the lilies will be? It was just near dusk and Ecivres decided that he'd just rest for the night. He flew up to smaller, higher branch and dug his claws in to keep him in place while he slept. When the sun fully went Ecivres watched as the forest came alive with ferocious looking predators that even Ecivres didn't want to come into conflict with. He watched with fascination at the skill with which the jungle predators hunted.

Ecivres was woken up by thunder that shook the very ground; Ecivres's branch swaying up and down at least four feet. He looked into the sky, but it was clear as bell, but black as coal. The air began heating up as geysers somewhere close began blowing steam in a steady rhythm. Something seemed to move above him and Ecivres tried to find what it was, but entire sky seemed to move. Suddenly two crystal red circles appeared above, with blackness in the center. The blackness followed Ecivres's every movement and suddenly a realization hit. Eyes!

OOC: I am going to pass this turn, and my next post, Gornath will get back to Ramoth and the other dragons at her fortress.

The flight across the lands was lengthy, especially since Aeraldi had to constantly make sure the heart was still within his mouth.

OOC: Pass

OOC: So....what is Gornath supposed to do now?

OOC: Goodness! If we're not careful, this rp could die! For now just pass, voenth, or make something up for Gornath to do while he's waiting around.

OOC: Sorry, forgot about this one. pass for this turn, Kit PM me on what Gornath should do next if you know, if not, I will think of something.


GO UWA TIGERS & VERNON BULLDOGS ITS FOOTBALL TIME!!!

OOC: I'll just reply here so everyone knows. I think that Gornath is actually about 3 days ahead of the rest of us, so why don't you go ahead and skip this turn. The rest of us need to wrap things up pretty quick so Voenth doesn't have to just sit around waiting. Since we are all one our own adventures for now, there is no need to wait for a reply till we regroup. So I suggest we try and cover at least a full day, hopefully more with each of our posts now till we catch up with Gornath and the rest back at the palace.

I'll reply later when I get the chance, since it'll be a long one. + But this doesn't mean the Aeraldi and Draco can't start writing their posts now and save them as drafts till I post...(hint hint)

OOC: I forgot it was my turn

IC:Ecivres let his flame die down and was shocked to see some of the hard plates glowing red like metal! He back-winged away away. Obviously it was going to take something big and sudden to kill this thing since it didn't seem to have a weak spot on the outside. Wait a minute, what if I didn't kill it and I just take the lilies, that should work right?

Ecivres tried to think of an idea of how to distract the gorilla long enough, but no ideas came to mind...then his stomach gurgled. He was kind of shocked by the idea, but he didn't have any other ideas. Ecivres flew around to the back of the gorilla, his target was there. He did his best to create fireballs and let them fly. The gorilla howled in pain and completely forgot Ecivres. That is a really tender area, he joked to himself. He used a more heated ball this time and it sent the gorilla running.

Ecivres latched on with his claws and hung on. Soon he heard rushing water from a river and knew he only had a few more minutes. He had to claw his way up farther because the gorilla was running faster than he could fly. The Gorilla's mouth was hanging wide open when Ecivres reached it. He checked where the gorilla's eyes were focused then grabbed a handful of the lilies. Ecivres then crawled up the back and flared his wings just as the gorilla jumped into a massive pool of water.

Ecivres smirked as he set his behind in the water and then set his sights to the north. He reached the ruined capital in a day and found that he was the first one back. He gave the lilies to Ion who them in a pouch in the corner. None of the others are back yet?

Not yet, but you'll be happy to know that the treasury has been partly unearthed.

So you've found the jewels then?

Yes. Ramoth poked her head in. We've found most of them now and I know exactly where the rest should be.

Ecivres followed the Ion out and over to what was left of the treasury. Large pieces of the precious stones were being piled together by the younger dragons. Ecivres glanced up at the weather, it was turning ugly again. Do you have a container for liquids? I don't think Shyara took one with her, or Aeraldi for that matter.

We might, but I think they all got smashed. Do you have anything with you Ion? Ion? Ramoth hadn't noticed that he had moved off by himself and was talking to...no one.

Are you okay?

What? Oh yes, I'm fine but you need to leave and try and get the sulfur water yourself, Shyara's been detained. Try and find something along the way to hold the water. Aeraldi has already got something in mind and Phalynx seems to have things under control.

How could you possible know that?!

I'm old, I know what I need to. Now get out of here. Fly south southeast till you hit water, then keep going. You'll know when you hit the right water to dive in.

Bu-

Come on Ecivres go. Quite whining, we're trying to stop the Apocalypse.

Ecivres muttered as he flew off into the sky, the strong winds that were moving in helped push him along.

Do you think they'll ever fully understand?

Do you?

Well no, but-

Then I don't think they will either.

OOC: I went ahead and posted this so I didn't keep you waiting. Shyara is up to where she is suppose to be as far as time goes. It would be a few hours after Ecivres leaves that Gornath shows up from V's last post. I think anyway, I'm just winging it

OOC: lol nice Kit. And your timeline sounds fine.

IC: Phalynx cried out again as the phoenix's talons raked across her right hip and back, but clutched the sphere to her. She twisted her body in a quick arch and pulled herself into a dive. At the base of the transluscent tower was open air, shielded only by magic. Phal gathered some of it up toward her as she dove, knowing there would be very, very little air and pressure in this part of the atmosphere. Little air she could deal with, as she'd just be diving into the lower atmosphere, but little pressure... that was the thing she needed the magic for, as a protection.

The silver dragoness pulled her wings in tightly to her body and arrowed herself out with her limbs tight against her sides. She was aiming for speed rather than defensive ability, and it was costing her; the phoenix was sending blue-white, which were searingly hot, after Phal. There was even some lightning mixed into the fire, an ability Phal had never seen in phoenixes before, and she already had several long burns on her back and sides. However, Alyasma could not dive as fast as Phal, who had a more aerodynamic shape and smooth scales, and the dragoness was slowly pulling away.

Phal closed her eyes as she approached the magical barrier at the base of the hollow tower, keeping the magic held tightly around her and hoping that she had opened up the barrier enough. As she passed it, she heard a strange, loud, roaring sound, and when she opened her eyes she saw that the barrier had lit up and exploded outwards. Phal hurtled down, her own gathered magic and the brightly lit magic of the barrier streaming behind her as she fell, making her look like a comet streaking towards the earth. She picked up speed as she dove, reaching unbelievable speeds.

As Phal entered a safer part of the atmosphere, where she could let go of her pressure-sheilding magic, she released it in a shimmering cloud of sparkling silver which continued to stream out behind her in a long, glowing tail. A huge grin spread over her face as she fell. She had never imagined that she could be moving this quickly, that any living creature could be moving at this speed. It was glorious. She felt like a shooting star, traveling thousands of miles in seconds, the ground rushing up towards her almost impossibly fast. Luckily, it was water, and Phal could see how deep it went. She still held some of the barrier magic with her, which she could use as a shield when she hit the water. But for now she allowed herself to fall, lost in the pure joy of speed and wind and freedom.

Aeraldi didn't have to look long to find the magician. He was relatively easy to find, especially since he didn't wander too far, but that wouldn't make him easier to defeat. Aeraldi silently hoped that Retribution would be willing to settle for giving him a vial of blood without a fight as he flew closer and closer to the Indlvarn.

Aeraldi knew better than to try to reach Ret through direct contact with his mind, but he knew Mor'ranr still listened to those who spoke that way.
Mor'ranr, I need to speak to your rider, please ask him to open his mind? Aeraldi slowed down as Ret began looking around for him and only landed once the magician had spotted him.
"You..." Ret said. Aeraldi didn't know much about humans, but the look on Retribution's face was unmistakable. It was pure anger.
Retribution, please listen. There is something-
"I don't care about your problems! You've already caused enough trouble for me already!"
Aeraldi felt the magic that Retribution was calling to him, it sent chills down his spine. Last time you tried to change our kind into beasts! I overcame my instincts.... TWICE! Because of you. If nothing else you owe me at least a little of your time to listen!
Ret looked at Aeraldi with sharp eyes.
Listen to him! I felt his urgency when he touched my mind. Just listen! Mor'ranr pleaded.
"Fine, just remember what I did was for your benefit. Speak."
Aeraldi remembered why he didn't like talking to this human. He was too interested in himself and his pain to notice that of anyone else.
I'm sure you've noticed through whatever tells you these things that something is happening in the world. I could tell you the whole story but it might be too late by then, I'll just say this; The old destroyer is coming back and we need a small amount of your blood to destroy him. He pushed forward his leg with the vial strapped onto it and shifted the Heart of the Volcano is his mouth. I have already ventured deep into a volcano to obtain this, almost sacrificing my life for it, I'm sure you can feel it's power. All I need is enough of your blood to fill this vial.

Ret looked at the gray dragon, his eyes unchanging. He thought deeply, far deeper than any word could manage, or could ever describe. "You have no idea what you ask, but I'll give you my blood. I have felt what you describe and I hope that the energy contained within it helps your task." Ret lifted the vial from Aeraldi's paw with magic and brought it to him, extending his left arm. "Weise." He said, the magic cutting his arm. The blood dripped from him quickly and filled the vial quickly. He placed his hand over his arm to stop it bleeding and guided the vial back into Aeraldi's paw strap.

Thank you. Aeraldi said, for once being grateful to the magician. He turned and took off, happy that he had the vial and Heart now. He had a long journey ahead of him now, but he had both items he had sought for. He spared a thought for Phalynx and hoped again that she wasn't hurt.

OOC: Should we skip voenth for now?

OOC: Yes

IC: Ecivres raced for the sea. He was still trying to figure out how Ion knew what he knew, when the ocean came into view. Great, now what am I suppose to use to hold the water?

He reached the edge of water where it connected with land a smaller forest than the jungle he had been in earlier. He landed on a sandbar that was slightly submerged. He sat for several minutes racking his brain for something to hold the water. He looked up at the trees and a few of them reminded him of Du Weldenvaden and then how the Elves sung things out of the trees. That would take to long.

He thought alittle more then something struck him. He remembered Shyara's memories about how the people of Barret, Kit's home town, burned wood out of a tree truck to make small canoes and sleighs and things of similar nature. He swam over to the trees and knocked one over at the base. He used his claws to chop the top off and then the root system. Ecivres focused his flame to where it was a small stream. It didn't get white hot as alot of the other dragons did, but it would serve his purpose.

After a few hours the majority of the log was hollowed out, with enough room to hold lots of water. Next Ecivres made a top out of a ring he had cut just after he began burning. He trimmed its circumference down so that it fit snugly in the open end of the log.

He hugged the log and flew out over the water. He still wasn't sure how he was supposed to know where to dive, but would anyone else really have a better idea? He glided around for several hours before smelt minute traces of sulfur in the air. He followed the scent till it got slightly stronger.

He stopped over a spot in the ocean, the surface looked just like the rest of the water, but this was where the sulfur was the strongest. Ecivres dropped down, This is definitely where the sulfur it surfacing. He took a deep breath and dived.

He could still smell the sulfur through the water and followed it down. As he went he realized that the sulfur had gotten into a current was the base was much farther away then he thought. He had to come up for air four times before he finally found where the sulfur entered the ocean current. He surfaced to get fresh air before making his final descent.

The water got colder as he got deeper, and soon the light from the surface was all faded. He knew that the pressure should be killing him, but he didn't even feel it. A few minutes of total blackness and suddenly everything changed. He felt different parts of his body begin to work. He knew his vision had changed because now he could see different sea creatures swimming around. He stopped as a huge whale came into his sight. He took the chance to look around and suddenly noticed small red dots covering his body giving off red light, the color that most of these creatures were that he was seeing.

When the whale passed, not paying any attention to him, Ecivres moved forward. The creatures were amazing, purely miraculous beings, but he didn't have time to waste. He was running low on air. He spotted the columns just below him, covered in red worm looking things.

He opened his bucket and paused. How was he suppose to get the water in? It was already filled with surface water so that it was less buoyant. He finally decided that he just have to give it a try. He flipped it upside down over the columns and waited several minutes. The water was extremely hot and soon was pushing the logbucket upward. Ecivres took that as fill and, keeping it upside down, put the lid on.

He needed to breathe, bad and wasted no time. The hot water and log were pulling him up before he kicked off the bottom. He was raising fast, but not fast enough. About a quarter of the way up he knew he wouldn't make it. His muscles would run out of oxygen and he would drown, no way to stop it.

He WAS going to die long before he reached the surface!!

Phalynx was already racing towards Ecivres when his message rang out, having realized who he was immediately after seeing him. She growled under her breath and her eyes narrowed as he spoke to her directly. Don't be ridiculous. I will not let one of my friends die without trying to help them. Besides, you don't have the strength to swim further downwards, she replied firmly back to him, trying to keep the fear from her voice. She watched in horror as he let out the last of his breath to allow the log to float to the surface. With no more air in his lungs, he began to slowly sink into darkness. No! Phal cried, ruthlessly pushing her body to its limit as she swam desperately down, unwilling to stand by while one of her best friends, basically a member of her family, drowned. She knew her large lungs held enough air to reach him... but would it be enough to get back?

Phal raced down, the darkness of the water enveloping her but not restricting her, for she could still see. She had enough air to make it, enough to make it-she kept telling herself that. She forced the thought of what she would do when she caught up to him out of her mind. Ecivres! Swim up! Please! she cried down to him, her voice desperate. She was nearly there, nearly there! A quick glance back up told her that she wouldn't have enough air to get back up if she continued, though. This was the point of no return.

OOC: Ah! Suspense!

OOC: Darn you for that.

Aeraldi kept flying until the remains of the castle came into view once again. He noted that the dragons were doing a good job to recover everything that was covered with snow. He searched out with his sight to find Ramoth and Ion and angled himself to get to them.
I found the Heart and managed to get the blood. As he alighted on the ground he asked, Where do you want-
A pain in his heart took his attention and his thoughts immediately turned to Phalynx. He let his heart lead his sight to where she was, the feeling he had giving him haste.
He saw Phalynx and Ecivres under the water, his heart leaping at the sight. He rounded on Ramoth, Take the accursed items! I have to save Phalynx!

OOC: The epic conclusion(of this section) during my next post. I thought that you two should post again because we finally have everyone in the same time frame and I didn't want to screw that up.

IC: What is wrong with Phalynx?! Ramoth asked anxiously as she scrambled to find something the Heart could go into.

Calm down both of you! This is something they both chose to do. If they cannot handle themselves now, they will not be prepared for what is about to come. Ion wasn't sure if that would stop Aeraldi or not, but it didn't matter now. There is no way you can reach in time and you know it.

Ramoth dropped what was left of a large earthen vase in front of Aeraldi. Here put the Heart on this. What are you talking about 'they'?

Phalynx is in trying to save Ecivres who... He stopped when Shyara walked past dragging a sleigh full of rubble behind her. When she was gone, has drown. If she doesn't turn around she will die as well.

Ramoth was more blunt with Ion than Aeraldi was. Shyara can make it! Ramoth touched Shyara's mind and poured everything into a compressed package.

Shyara jerked herself free of the sleigh and jumped to the air and blinked out. Suddenly a huge pillar of blue light splashed down into the snow and Shyara reappeared before it. She was confused, it was like she hit a rock wall. In a flash the pillar spread like a dome over the entire area. Shyara tried again to blink out but was stopped by the wall of light. She tried just flying through it but it was solid. She blasted it with flame and attacked it frantically trying to get through to save her family. Ion, let me through! Let me though!

It isn't me, I'm not doing it.

Quit it! That is my family out there! MY family! Aeraldi and Ramoth's! Let us though!

It is not me. I told you this is something they have to do themselves!

Shyara looked back at Ion with pure hellish hatred. She then glanced to Aeraldi. She slammed into the wall of light one last time, then turned to Ion with vengeance.

Ecivres felt Phalynx mind move alittle closer. Don't. Think about the kids. Save them. She stopped, yet he continued to sink. He didn't even have the strength to swim up if he wanted to.

He could see nothing now, he was unsure if his eyes were even open. Soon he touched the sea floor. With what little part of his mind that was still working in these last seconds of life, he was surprised that he was still conscious.

Shyra was absolutely silent. Her link with Ecivres was fading. She had heard his last remarks, as did everyone else in Ellesméra. She wanted nothing more than to help him, but how, to what end? Shyra had thought at first that it was just their communication link, but no, this link was the one that linked their hearts. The one that could only be broken though one thing.

The link was fading, getting weaker and weaker, and then it was gone!

Phalynx looked back and forth frantically, from the surface to her friend. She didn't have enough air... if she continued, there would be no hope for either of them. Her lungs simply couldn't hold out that long. Wait... air! Phal desperately latched on to all the magic remaining around her. She nearly cried aloud in relief when her mind gripped barrier magic. Some of it had made it through her crash into the ocean! Phal coalesced the barrier magic rapidly and focused with her mind, shooting it towards the surface where it became solid and trapped some of the air from the surface. She quickly began to swim again, diving straight down and maintaining the link with the barrier magic so that it would follow her and catch up with her.

The silver could see Ecivres below, but could no longer sense any conscious thought from him. He was dying! She put on another burst of speed, adrenaline pumping through her veins and giving her remarkable velocity. It seemed to take hours for her to get even a little closer to him, so focused was she on maintaining the magical link with her lifeline and getting to Ecivres before it was too late. At last, she reached him, feeling as if her lungs were about to burst. Her talons latched around his shoulders, digging slightly into his flesh. She was afraid of letting him go. She sped upwards immediately, pumping rapidly with her tail side-to-side and even harder with her wings. Moving the large appendages in water was agonizingly slow, and Phal's powerful wing-joint muscles ached. When her vision started to go red, she knew it was time. She sped her air pocket the last few dragonlengths and stuck her head into it, sucking in a tremendous breath of air. She pulled in another breath, until there was no more viable air left. She had bought herself a little more time, but she wondered abruptly if she would make it. And if she did, would there still be time for Ecivres?

OOC: Ha. Couldn't help it. More suspense yay!

EDIT: Apparently Kit has a plan (so I had to edit a little lol).

Aeraldi gripped the ground with his talons, the floor beneath him being crushed beneath his might. He was furious, if this Ion was truly holding this shield in place, then he would pay. After Phalynx was safe.
I WILL NOT BE CONTAINED! I will save her! I will save Ecrives too! I am older than anything else alive and I will NOT be held here!
He turned and ran for the shield and took in a deep breath of air, heading towards the area that had held Shyara. He lit he fire within his chest, the ancient fire that he had carried with him throughout the ages. He remembered the first time he had used the flame, against his father, then again and again and again throughout the years, each memory granting him a better understanding of how to use it. Of how to make it stronger. He put as much energy as he could into his attack drawing his strength from everywhere he could, including the spell that held his form. The power he knew he had within him finally revealing itself. His spikes began to glow of their own accord as the flame within him exploded.

Aeraldi's claws, his spikes and his body grew quickly bigger to his true size, the size of one who was hundreds of thousands years old, and felt the fire within his chest grow with him. Nothing would hold him, he would make sure of it. Aeraldi focused, his attention focused completely on the shield that held them.
Aeraldi opened his jaws, the fire that lay within him thirsting to be unleashed upon the world, as much a creature of it's own as the gray dragon that held it. Aeraldi kept it within his chest and grated it as much power as he could before he finally released the fire that longed to escape, the flames exploding out of his mouth as a massive column of fury.

OOC: I leave it to you whether Aeraldi manages to break through or not. If you do, just say that Aeraldi flew after Phalynx in his massive form.

OOC: Okay I'll make my post now lol.

IC: Phalynx looked quickly down at Ecivres when he seemed to regain consciousness, confused at what he meant. And then, she realized that he was breathing. She let go of him at his words and a wide grin appeared across her face. Ecivres, you're breathing in the water! she exclaimed, wondering if he had gills or some sort of internal mechanism to take the oxygen from the water. Well let's hurry up, then. I can't stay down here forever, like you apparently can! she added hastily, already beginning to swim back to the surface. Her recent lungful of air would not last long enough to idle away the time wondering how Ecivres was breathing like a fish, even if she did have very large, efficient lungs. She needed actual air to breathe.

OOC: Really sorry for not posting, been a little busy with studies as well as real life duties.

IC:Aeraldi stopped his attack on the shield, yet not willing to let go of his form just yet. He spun around to face Ion and Ramoth, who was holding Shyara at bay. He could still see Phalynx and Ecrives drowning while he was trapped here helpless. His limbs trembled with restrained rage, feeling the energy that stood within him being released into his body.
THEN LOWER IT! He screamed. Or risk my wrath upon all of you!
He lowered his head to stare into their eyes, his white and black eye shining deadly in the light.
I won't be stopped and I won't be reasoned with until she is safe.
He looked back at Phalynx, his black eye unfocused with the magic. He could see Ecrives feeling better, but Phalynx was still dying.
If she dies, I am holding all of you responsible. His words ringing without emotion.

Ion was in absolute pain, but he spoke his words calmly and coolly. If you cannot sacrifice the life of a loved one to save the rest of the world, then you are not fit to hold the position you have been given. You should take your life as well with the rest of ours if you must destroy us. It will be the only fitting end to the one responsible for the death of the world.

Ecivres grabbed Phalynx around the gut and shot to the surface as quickly as possible, but he wasn't sure if he made it in time for her.

OOC: Short, but I think bordering on epic.

NOT IF I CAN HELP IT! Aeraldi screamed at Ion. No-one need die if I can help it! Her most of all! He spun back around on the shield, preparing once again to charge it. It was then he felt energy being sent to him, and a feeling of warmth, of love. He also felt his heart dimming.
It took a second for him to realize what was happening, but when he did, sheer panic and terror surged through Aeraldi, a terror deeper than anything he had ever felt. Memories flooded back to him of feeling helpless, of throwing all his might he had against his chains and being unable to change anything. Memories of Fierella flooded him too, how she stared at him with lifeless eyes.
NO! He screamed, energy surging through him, giving life to every fiber of his being. I WON'T SEE HER DIE TOO! There was no more time, no illusion any more that Phalynx could survive without him. There was only one thing left that he could do.

Aeraldi ran at the wall at full speed, using his wings to push him faster and faster. He pushed all his energy into something, he wasn't exactly sure what, all he knew was that he needed something. He roared with anger and pain, tears rolling down his face. He slammed into the wall and immediately felt it's resistance against him. He kept pushing, determined to break through it. He was whole, he was one, nothing could stop him now his sides were united. He was more powerful than Faefnir, than Nilarek, than Galbatorix. He would not be stopped by this.
He felt a crack in the shield, a weakening point in it. Suddenly, he knew what he had been pushing his magic into. He drove the spike of magic into the crack of the shield, forcing it to open wider. Aeraldi breathed in, the fire within his chest exploding with such force that he felt it would tear his chest open. He let loose the fire upon the shield.
The fire wrapped around the inside of the shield casting the world in the light of his fire. The shield weakened further, fire escaping through miniature cracks.
Aeraldi saw his chance. He pushed once again with the last of his might and felt the shield fracture completely and finally shatter, Aeraldi being thrown out violently. It didn't take long for Aeraldi to stand and take flight. He didn't look back, he didn't think about anything else. There was only one thing left in his mind. Phalynx.

He flew hard while using magic to help his journey, the ground beneath him flying past faster than ever before. Soon enough though, he was over the water that held Phalynx in Death's path. He dove into the water, the magic of Dragons pushing it out of his way. As soon as he saw Phalynx being pushed up by Ecivres, he opened his claws. He scooped up Phalynx and Ecivres in his claws and swam towards the surface, his massive wings pushing them both to the surface faster than Phlaynx had fallen to the ground.

He burst from the water with a near explosion, water droplets flying hundreds of feet into the air. He only took them to the nearest land before putting them onto the ground. He rounded on Phalynx and began working his magic. He had to expel the water and bring in the air, but that would only work if she wasn't dead yet.
Phalynx! I Love you! He yelled, hoping that it would bring her back.

OOC: Pant... Pant...

OOC: SOOOO So sorry for the wait Kit, Draco, Aeraldi, I think I shall attempt to come back if that is fine.

IC:
Gornath woke with a mighty roar. He had been sleeping without eating or anything else for a while now. He had been so exhausted after his long battle and walk that he had almost literally fallen unconscious once he got into the warmth of the safehouse. When he heard Aeraldi's roar; however, he immediately woke. Despite the drain on his energy from going without food or water for so long, the white dragon was bounding toward the noise of Aeraldi. He was roaring loudly saying, What is happening?! What is going on?!

OOC: So sorry for the short post I am trying to get my "game" back lol.

OOC: And Aeraldi, THAT is what an RPGC is all about!!

IC: Ecivres felt the force of the water explode as a massive force entered the water. He tried to ignore it, he had to get Phal to surface. He felt something wrap around him and jerk him to the surface faster than he thought possible.

He reached out to touch Phal's mind and then to find out what grabbed them. Phal's mind was blank when he touched hers. It took only a brief second to recognize Aeraldi behind the fire that Ecivres seemed to feel when he touched his mind.

He relaxed, knowing she'd be taken care of. He suddenly started coughing when he tried to breathe; his lungs were still full of water. Soon a full blown coughing fit seized him as he tried to force the water from his lungs.

OOC: Gah! How could I be gone so long with this hanging over my head?! (Also I'll take care of those posts, voenth.)

IC: Whatever awareness Phalynx had was leaving her, abandoning her to darkness. When Aeraldi arrived, she was unable to sense him blast through the water to get to her, unable to feel his warmth as he carried her desperately to land. In some detached way, however, she still felt herself. She could not think, feel, sense, or remember... but there was some dim, floating awareness that she still possessed. After a while, she felt something else... something drawing her. Because she could not think, and it was the only new thing she felt, she followed it. As she did, the feeling of floating and darkness grew.

To the world, she was unresponsive. Her lungs were being cleared of water, but she did not have awareness enough to send the signals through her nerves that would enable her to breathe. Air was being pulled in magically, but with no reaction. Phalynx continued to drift.

Suddenly, the pull forward, into what felt like empty, limitless space, faded away. She got another feeling. A feeling that this was the wrong time. She couldn't yet determine what that meant, but she sensed it. Abruptly, memories and thoughts began returning. The dragoness became aware enough to think about what she was seeing. A single image predominated the others, that of flying with a grey dragon under the light of countless stars. Phalynx! I Love you! The voice, though distant, pierced through the darkness and memory like the sun, and Phalynx remembered who she was, and recognized what she was seeing as her life. But the images were drowned out by a single feeling that returned to her like a tidal wave.

A warm, supremely wonderful breath of air flooded into her lungs (though it was really just a weak gasp on the outside), but even that elated emotion of continued life couldn't match the single thought Phal had. As her breathing became stronger, her eyes opened slightly, revealing a sliver of green. Her gaze was unfocused and blurry, but she didn't need to see to know where he was. I... I love you, Aeraldi...

OOC: Kit or Voenth's turn, I suppose. This is a fun one, I wanna get back into it.

OOC: I suppose that it would be my turn, I don't think Veonth has been on in a while.

IC: Shyara had chased after Aeraldi after he broke out but couldn't keep up with his awesome speed. She was just reaching the shore line as Phalynx came back around to the conscious world. With Aeraldi watching over her, Shyara moved straight to where Ecivres was hacking up water.Are you alright?

I'll be fine, just don't... don't touch me. Make sure Phalynx is alright. Ecivres said pushing against her with his wing.

Shyara was reluctant to go to Phalynx, but the look Ecivres gave her when she went to object warned her not to even try. She ran back to where Phal and Aeraldi were. Is she going to be okay?

Ecivres's mind was in shock as he remember the call to him. Who the hell was that? What did she mean? Why could I breathe even with my lungs full of water?