OOC .::. open to anyone

IC .::. Mesaraih looked up at Fenirexes, who was flying high up in the sky. Everything seemed normal and peaceful, a very unlikely combination these days. And yet, beneath ground and above sky, there were other forces at work, unlike any they had experienced before. From the air, Fenirexes thought he could feel something stirring from above, something that seemed like a great source of energy. From the ground, Mesaraih started to feel the tremble of what seemed to be a great army wanting to emerge from its depths. The air had been still a few moments before. Now its very essence seemed to be vibrating. It seemed as if different forces had chosen the same time to unleash themselves.

Feraih smiled, arms crossed and floating in the air in a place where no man had ever been. Galbatorix was an old fool. He thought that he had all the power, but he was wrong. He had found out how to gather more power than the old tyrant in far less time, and now he would use it to take over the outdated empire of Galbatorix and make his own. Finally, he would show his brother the true power that he had received. It was time to settle all the debts that he had in that land and become its ruler. Of course, his own power would be reduced after he started the attack on Alagaesia, but it would still be far above everyone else's. The space around him was black. He was among the stars, and infinite fire and lightining would rain down upon everyone. He was about to create the greatest storm that would ever be witnessed. Slowly, he started to mutter the spell that would start it all.

Reik felt the changes in the air and the ground as everyone else in Alagaesia was bound to do so, and yet, with his mind that was every day growing more infected with the evil influence of the Shade that was now a part of him, he was already thinking of the opportunities this would open up for him in his hunt for Alagaesia. A great change was about to happen. He would take advantage of the great change to score a final and glorious victory against Mesaraih, his brother. Today, their battle would finally end, and the air around him seemd to be nodding in agreement. Great clouds started to form, and the day became overcast. But still, there was a strange light glowing behind them all. A wind started to pick up, shaking the trees and plants, creating a sound that sounded like wretched souls mourning from pits of fire, each being sent to their doom in piles. The thoughts of genocide fed his grotesque imagination that was filling with gory images of Mesaraih being shred apart. He smiled as rain started to pour down from the heavens. It was a storm that was forming unnaturally fast, yet he did not perceive it as important. It seemed as if this had been destined to happen anyways, and somewhere deep in his mind he had known it all along.

Zeta looked down at the sky, which had darkened very quickly. A strange light glowed from behind the clouds though, and the land was bathed in a strange kind of half orange light. It was rather like a sunset, except the sun was not really the source of the light in this case. It was a rather strange sight, to see clouds in the sky and rain falling down while at the same time everything else looked as if the sun was setting. And yet everything was suddenly spiked up in beauty. He could not help but notice that the effect of this strange storm had a beatiful effect on the land from the visible peaks of the Spine to the smallest blade of grass in the plains. And yet, he could tell that something sinister was hiding behind all this beauty, ready to pounce on anyone who was not prepared. It all had a familiar kind of scent to it, but he could not understand why... thoughts of his brother suddenly filled his mind. But no, it could not be him. How could he have been powerful enough to do this? Not really sure why he was doing it, he drew his sword, as a ray of lightning came down and briefly bathed the land in yellow, fading quickly and leaving its resounding boom in the wake...

Ezerre flew the lenghts of the plain examining as closely as he could everything that was happening. There was something extremely wrong with all of this, and thoughts of the battle lands came to him. It was as if Alagaesia was turning into something like that, and yet he sensed many great dangers were approaching. This was not the land reacting, but someone else, and he felt that someone powerful enough to incite this kind of reaction from the land would be very hard to defeat. The malice that was in the air could not be hid by the strange beauty he was witnessing, so despite it he was starting to feel a little afraid...

Rezekiel woke with a start as the rumbling from the ground and the sky started to take place. Slowly, he witnessed the land's radical change. It was completely unnatural, and even with all his years of experience in many different lands apart from Alagaesia, he had never seen anything like this. What intrigued him the most was that he could tell that nature was not doing this by itself, and he was very impressed that someone could create this kind of storm. But now, it was not just the weather that was changing. The ground had been growing increasingly more restless every second, and now it was actually hard to stay standing. There was one thing that he knew, however. Whatever was causing the storm and whatever was causing the earthquake were two different forces, and he felt that soon they would compete for power. He looked down at the ground, trying to discern what could possibly be happening, then looked once more up to the heavens, his eyes not blinking despite the torrent of rain that was coming down. He had looked up at the rain coming down many times before, but he had never seen it come this hard before in his life. Suddenly, however, his eyes were ripped off from the rain as he had to jump into the air to preven a rock from hitting him in the head. Something strange was happening beneath his feet; it was more violent here than elsewhere. Quickly, he scrambled away from the rapidly moving earth and realized that something was coming out. When he was finally standing in more stable ground(which wasn't very stable anyway), he saw a gigantic stone statue was rising from the ground. Slowly, as it rose, he started to recognize the features on the head. It was a giant stone sculpture of Galbatorix, with such an incredible amount of detail that he would have thought it was really him had it not been so huge and grey. When the giant sculpture had finally risen out of the ground completely, a pillar of decorative underground gems started to rise up, and he saw clearly that it was holding the sculpture up. It rose until the sculpture lay as high as a mountain, and he started to doubt that it looked very majestic, standing up all by itself, until suddenly all around him many identicla pillars arose in a tight circle, forming a ring around him. Worried that something dangerous might happen within the ring, he jumped climbed up one of the pillars and stood atop a sculpture, looking down in shock as a huge volcano started to rise up from the ground in the center of the sculptures. It rose slowly at first, but then it picked up speed until it nearly reached the top of the sculptures. Another great rumbling was heard within the volcano, and yet within it all that Rezekiel could see was darkness. Soone enough, however, a distinct glow of red emanated from it, and then all the lava quickly rose to the top. Soon, great torrents of ashes, fire and lava were shooting all around it, and some of it merely trickled down. Rezekiel could feel his face burning from the heat but he did not move. There was something more to this volcanoe. Suddenly, the fire and lava shot very quickly just above the statues of Galbatorix, but they seemed to sliding along something. He felt around with magic and realized that there were invisible barriers of magic there that controlled the flow of the fire and lava so that it went above and through the sides of the statues, but never touching them. Rezekiel was only just able to jump back as he saw something that looked rather spectacular. The great statues of Galbatorix seemed to be sending giant waves of fire and lava that were crashing down to earth. He realized what was happening though: Galbatorix wanted to kill everyone and everything off. Even as he realized this, though, the other power in the sky seemed to make his intentions clear as well. Balls of fire started to fall from the sky, making large explosions on the ground where they hit. He could tell that if this did not stop by at least one week, there would no longer be anything left. He had an ambitious mind as well, but he felt that this was pushing things a little too far. He felt that the people doing this had been evil for far too long and had their minds incredibly corrupted.

Galbatorix slowly mounted Shruikan, preparing to see his great display of power with his own eyes. He had not expected this strange storm, but whatever it was, it would not get in the way of his plans. With this final move, Alagaesia would be his. Rebellion would be crushed and destroyed, and he would see all of his great enemies fall down. One by one or all together he did not care, but it would be a massacre from which only very fellow servants would survive, and soon, very soon, the true Empire would rise. The black dragon took flight and moved towards his great achievement, despite the fact that the now fully formed hurricane had winds that were going against them.

Mesaraih quickly jumped on Fenirexes' back and flew towards the center of the Empire. An incredible surge of instinct drove him there, a kind of instinct so strong that it was almost as if it was pulling them in that direction. The fireballs struck the ground and created small explosions, but at least the rain was keeping the fire from spreading too much... for now. But he felt that if this was not stopped soon, then the great waves of fire would overcome the water that was falling and overwhelm all the land of Alagaesia. And maybe they wouldn't even have the help of the rain for too long, either. Maybe it would stop raining at any time. He wished that he could tell, but the storm was completely unpredictable.

Ezerre slowly looked over the land as the final effects took place. He knew that action had to be taken as soon as possible. Slowly, he spread his wings, feeling the rain pound on them. Finally, he took off, flying towards the heart of the Empire as fast as he could.

Reik put on the boots he had found and quickly set off towards the place where the energy seemed to be concentrated in, not suspecting anything but ready for anything.

Zeta slowly built up a small amount of energy and teleported himself near the center of the Empire, having already been close to it anyway. He looked up at the statues of Galbatorix on the gem-studded pillars and fought back a feeling of disgust. Right now, he had to concentrate on finding a way to stop the lava that was spilling out from the sides, slowly overcoming the land.

Rezekiel knew that even though it would probably be considered a good act, he would have to try and save this stupid place, because without it he would not be able to finish the mission he had set himself out to do. He looked around himself and suddenly found himself surrounded by arriving beings. There were several dragons, as well as some humans and elves. He raised an eyebrow.

Mesaraih looked around and saw that many of his friends were there, but he also noticed that there were two people that were enemies. Still, if they were to survive than they would probably end up having to work together. He looked around, not sure of what to say. He knew everyone had seen each other by now, but he was at a loss for words.

Na'ir blinked and twisted her head to look above her. To her surprise, a familiar figure was flying above. Rema? I don't know what's going on, but obviously it has to be stopped. Hey, there's an elf down there. Looks like he's doing something, she said. She twisted her wings and body into a diving position akin to a cormorant, twirling down through the air until she was above the elf. Na'ir snapped open her black and white streaked wings, hovering over his head.

I can tell you know magic, elf. My name's Na'ir, and I can help you in any way you need. If you need energy, or something else I can help you with, don't hesitate to ask. We need to stop the flow of lava and destroy these pillars with the "lovely" statues, she called down to him, laughing at the end.

OOC: The elf above is Zeta.

IC: Phal surged forward, her wings beating in a steady, swift rythem. She was flying far above the clouds. Higher than the ozone layer, no other creature save phoenixes or her children could reach her, at least that she knew of. There was nothing else she was aware of that could resist the radiation. The clouds boiled and twisted like a blood-spattered firestorm. It was a violent image, and strange, fiery energies and magics leapt up before Phal's vision. The sky was encased in a red haze towards the Empire, and Phal could see the devistation such a spell would wreak.

She flew as high as she could, so high that she could barely breathe, but she could still not make it above the red haze. This goes up very high... Perhaps someone is using the energy of the outer radiations? Phal guessed, trying to understand why this tempest reached so high. She knew that far beyond the planet was radiation so dangerous anything caught in it would be immediately killed, even if they could somehow survive the lack of heat, air, and pressure. She could see it, very, very high up, at the farthest limits of her telescopic vision.

The starry dragoness searched below the clouds, still soaring high above them. She finally noticed someone else below, but the swirling magic made it impossible to see them clearly. It was a large dragon, that much was certain.

Phal flew in a tight circle, angling her wings gently downward and moving inward. When she reached the middle of the circle, she simply dove, free-falling down towards the evil clouds. She pulled her wings in tight, seeing the dangerous magic that lurked within. When she entered the fiery storm, she had to twist and angle her body in elaborate ways just to avoid the fireballs that surged past her. When she emerged on the other side, she saw the dragon was a familiar one; Ezerre. Ezerre! Do you have any more information on this occurance? she cried, getting straight to the point. This was far too urgent to delay with formalities or greeting.

Na'ir glanced with a worried look at her friend, and not a moment later the rain fell on her. It didn't hurt on her back, or anywhere there were scales, but she winced as the drops glanced off her sensitive wing membrane. Na'ir landed on some of the rocks and folded her wings tightly against her body, and kept her scales pressed firmly down to keep the acidic rain out. Her bright green eyes became even more worried as the two huge armies emerged. Na'ir hated fighting. She wasn't good at it, and had to resort to her powers and supreme flying skills. That, obviously, meant she hardly ever got hits on an enemy, and was only able to dodge very well. She could use some magic, however.

Alright, so this complicates matters. I say I help you figure out how to cease this lava. Rema, you can either help with that, or distract the armies, though obviously that doesn't sound like the fun choice, Na'ir said with a smile. She began to look at the volcano, and inside it, to see if there was a way to block or ebb away the flow with magic.

Phalynx soared next to Ezerre, watching as the armies came into view. One she had seen, lurking under the ground. The other, however, had came from somewhere else. Perhaps they came from the orange glow I saw extending into space. But what are they? she thought with a frown.

Phal nodded at Ezerre when he spoke of a possible course of action. That sounds like a good plan to me. Now, to come up with a way to make one army think the other is attacking it, Phal replied, her mind already surging through possibilities. Maybe there was a way to create an illusion of attack, or set some of one army's long range weapons to fire. Could Phalynx enter and control one of the soldier's minds? She didn't doubt it, but it would take some extensive work.

Rema looked worriedly at Alna'ir. She walked over and placed a small sharp white claw on her and said, Be healed. she watched as her magic began to work upon her friend. She looked nervously at what lay ahead of her, then said, I will try to distract them, I will do my best. she flew off into the air, and soared higher into the air, high above the acidic clouds and began to blast large balls of white fire(which is really green) inot the ranks of the soldiers, not doing much damage, but causing a real problem for them.

OOC: Pass.

The soldiers looked around, both a little confused upon realization that the plan they had been told was being trifled with in ways they did not understand. For one, they had to make their spellcasters cast a protective shield around the soldiers to prevent them from being burned with the rain. Second, the fire that was falling from the sky was not supposed to be there, and it was causing problems with their organization. Still, their orders had been clear. They would move on to destroy everything in sight.

The crystal soldiers were likewise confused, but since their intention was also clear, they moved on. The two armies had not yet seen each other, but as soon as they did they put their weapons at the ready.

Ezerre flew as fast as he could towards the two armies before they could reach an agreement and blasted seven separate jets of fire into both their ranks as he flew by, then he spiraled backwards to do it once again. Meanwhile, he told Phalynx, I'll keep them busy until you can think of something. I don't care how long it takes, I should be able to hold them off, he said. As a potent jet of multicolored energy flew at him and nearly hit him on the side from the crystal army, he added, Though it wouldn't hurt to be a little quick about it.

Mesaraih finally arrived at the Varden camp and headed directly towards Nasuada's quarters, asking no one for permission. He quickly explained the situation and she agreed to help, but her most compact face could not hide the deep worry she felt. "Don't worry," Mesaraih said. "If we win here, then we'll blow a crushing defeat to Galbatorix. I'm sure he depended heavily on this plan. If we beat him, we can catch the rest of his armies off guard." With that, he quickly flew off towards the place where the battle would take place, hoping their reinforcements would come soon.

Rezekiel finally felt he had stored up enough energy to do what he needed to do. Slowly, he pointed his sword at one of the invisible barriers guarding one of the statues. Black flames started to lick the sword's blade, then, in a sudden burst, a giant beam of black energy was released from it and onto the statue. He could see as the barrier shattered and the head of Galbatorix flew off and into a portion of Galbatorix's army. The barrier had cracked as if made of glass, and he could see the shards. Acting quickly, he harnessed the energy in the shards to break off the rest of the barriers, which were now weakened due to the whole, and he harnessed the extensive energy that protected half of the statues. After that, he felt he had enough energy. He slowly started a long and intricate spell in a language that he was sure no one else in Alagaesia knew. A portal formed in front of him, pulsating with black magic. Then, suddenly, a claw emerged from it and a horrendous creature, completely black and in the rough shape of a gigantic vulture, came out. Slowly, more creatures like it followed, but they were greatly varied. They were like normal creatures except huge and completely black. They had a strange ooze clinging to them which smelled bad and wouldn't be reccomendable to touch. When he felt that the portal would only hold for a few more minutes, he jumped into it and emerged in the Black Kingdom. Immediately every being turned towards them. In their language, he spoke of insults that the two armies in Alagaesia had spoken of him. Then, he quickly jumped back out. He knew that these creatures had a great pride in their killing abilities, and he had told them that the two armies had made fun of them. As expected, hordes of creatures came through the portal now. A sizable army had formed by now, but then Rezekiel could keep the portal open no longer. He looked down at the creautures and smiled as they either flew or ran, depending on what they were, towards the two armies. Suddenly, though, he felt lightheaded, and before he knew it he had blacked out. He fell from atop the statue all the way down to the floor, but the impact was still not enough to wake him up.