OOC: Alright, time to introduce Kalo to the rp world! All characters aligned with Galbatorix are welcome (I encourage you to join!) Also, other than Kalo's final evaluation taking place, this thread is completely open to plot ideas and such, so whoever joins is free to do almost whatever they want in Galby's fortress.

IC: Kalo stood before the King, one forelimb stretched elegantly before him and his neck arched as his head was bowed low. Your evaluation is progressing well, Kalo. There is only one final test for you to complete, Galbatorix spoke, his tone quiet but authoritative. The pale bronze and icy-silver dragon appeared completely calm and emotionless, but within he was experiencing a tempest of emotion. At last, after over three decades of dedicated training, including a good share of pain and suffering as well as triumph, he was upon the threshold of completion. After today, he would finally be ready to embark upon the King's chosen missions. He was Galbatorix's secret weapon; a weapon that had been in construction for 32 years, honed and perfected by the King himself for the sole purpose of killing the enemies of the Empire. There was no more noble a purpose than that, save leading the Empire itself.

Galbatorix finally bade him to rise with the wave of a hand, witnessed out of the corner of Kalo's eye (his gaze had been turned submissively downcast). The dragon pulled his forelimbs under him and rose to his full height, head held high and proud. Are you ready for the final test of your abilities, Kalo? the King asked, eyes narrowing as if daring him to say the opposite. The dragon gave a slow dip of his head. Yes, my King. I am ready, he replied, his voice betraying no emotion. Good. Your final task is simple. You will fight one of your old teachers. This will be more than just a training fight, however. The both of you are free to injure and damage each other as much as you wish. Even killing blows are accepted, Galbatorix stated, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips. Kalo knew the King would enjoy watching the fight, for the two were both his finely-tuned weapons, perfected in the art of attack. The dragon couldn't help but wonder who he was about to face, however. He had been trained by more than one dragon. His gaze shifted to the doors at the edge of the room, warded so that he could not smell who was beyond them. As they began opening, Kalo steeled himself for battle, pale indigo eyes narrowing.

OOC: If anyone has a dragon working for Galby, you can be the opponent. Otherwise it'll be Shruikan (but that won't be as fun lol).

OOC:
Yay, an rp where I can use Keia! She's hardly gotten any fun since being accepted. Mind if Lean is the opponent?

IC:
Autarkeia snorted discontentedly, glaring affectionately at the huge black dragoness. You get all the luck, you know that Lee? I know I didn't participate much in Kalo's training, but I should still get some reward. she griped. Lean's scowl silenced the sienna-gold-orange-dragoness. Your reward is not having your tail sliced in half. she retorted firmly, her navy blue eyes flashing. Keia's aquamarine eyes glittered with rancor, but she was tactful enough to stay silent. She followed a half dragon length behind the ancient black, still pouting slightly. As soon as they entered, however, her expression lifted. She padded around until she stood just next to Galbatorix. She dipped her head to him briefly, murmuring "Sire" before returning her attention to the pale bronze and icy-silver male dragon. He was loyal and powerful. In her opinion, he should have finished his training a while ago. But she wasn't one to argue with the King's wishes. She sat on her haunches, her irises glittering with excitement.

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Lean stepped through the door and paused, allowing Keia to skirt around her and settle beside the King. Her navy blue eyes found Kalo, already crouched and ready to battle. Her muscles tightened, reveling in the power of her build. Her lips peeled back just a bit, revealing large, sharp fangs, as she hissed softly. She waited for the doors to close, then shifted her gaze to Galbatorix. Her head dipped slightly, her silent way of asking for permission to proceed. The black dragoness looked at the pale bronze and icy-silver male, pleased at how well he had grown. She was just sad that she couldn't save him from the taint of Galbatorix. Despite her qualms, she was looking forward to seeing how much of her training and Shruikan's had stayed with Kalo over the last three decades. She wasn't looking forward so much to having her hide ripped to shreds.

OOC: Not at all. This should be interesting.

IC: Kalo was aware of who he was about the face the moment the doors began to open. The scent of Lean wafted through the room just before she was revealed to his sight, bringing to mind the numerous times he had sparred with her and been trained by her in the past. The dragon ran through everything he had learned from and about her, everything that could be used against her. This would be a good fight. As she entered the room, a following figure caught Kalo's eye. It was Keia, a younger dragoness (though still decades older than him). Apparently she had come to watch. Well, Kalo would make doubly sure to put on a good show. His claws lightly scratched the ground in anticipation.

As Lean approached him, he briefly bowed his head to her respectfully, though remained silent. When the fight was over, there would be time for talk. For a split second, he wondered if he would be allowed to use his venom in the fight. Kalo snorted under his breath. Of course he would. Galbatorix knew exactly what antidote to use for the dragon's venomous bite, so Lean would not be in any long-term danger. The young male shifted his weight, ready to spring when Galbatorix gave the word. With Kalo's icy eyes watching him out of the corner of his eye, the King finally waved his hand in the signal to begin. As his hand was still falling to his side, the pale-bronze was already moving, darting with astonishing speed towards Lean's left flank. Kalo was very good at quick bursts of rapid speed, which would be very beneficial in the confined space of the underground room.

You girls mind if I join in? lol

OOC:
This girl don't mind at all. lol

<What about me? Are Reapers Welcome?>

OOC:
Lean would enjoy RPing with you.lol I suppose this would be before Vengeance and Blood, then? Or are you planning something?

P.S.
Power has officially gone out.

OOC: the plan in V&B won't work for...reasons...so this can after, so I'll post after Daidrea?

Id prefer to wait and get the OK from draco, ...her thread.

OOC: It was a hypothetical question, assuming Draco would say yes. ok, no more OOC form me, I don't want to clutter this nice RP thread... >.>

OOC: lol No need to ask. My first post did say that I encouraged people joining. Welcome.

IC: Kalo growled under his breath as Lean began morphing. He had learned of this specific ability of hers some number of years ago. He spat the thick, tarry version of his acid at her as she changed, mostly out of spite. Strangely enough, when she transformed, it was into a mirror image of himself. This didn't worry the bronze too much. He knew his own body and abilities far better than she did. She might have made the wrong move. In addition, unless she had practiced beforehand, she wouldn't know how much energy it took to change his acid breath to higher levels of acidity and lower viscosity. Without warning, he flew directly at her, opened his jaws, and let out a high-energy version of his acid breath. It was pure liquid, not sticky, but also extremely corrosive. His own scales were impervious to it, but his wing membrane and more sensitive areas (like eyes and nostrils) were not. Abruptly, he barrel-rolled to the side and came at her from one side, and followed his acid with more acid breath, in tarry, sticky form. In this form, the substance could hold limbs shut and prevent movement, or stick someone to the floor or a wall. He didn't stay in place for long, and strained his wings as he flapped above her, shooting down a thick stream of ice. As he did, he got past her and flew a couple dragonlengths away, before she could retaliate. Her ablities might now mirror his, but she did not have his training in extreme accuracy. He bared his teeth in continued challenge.

Sweet, this will be interesting.

After flying for days, Kuja was growing weary. As much as he enjoyed flying with his dragon, Selris, he was longing for solid ground to walk on. Luckily Uru'baen was just below them. Selris was slowly descending towards the great fortress that was overseeing the city.
After several minutes, Selris reached a very large open balcony that was attached for dragons to land. With a loud thud, Selris landed ontop of it and took several steps inside.
Kuja hopped off the left side of Selris' back. To his suprise he saw three other dragons, and Galbatorix in the chamber. For a few minutes he watched with some interest but made his way over to Galbatorix. "I see you have some evening entertainment."

Selris walked a short way into the room and then layed on his belly, in a comfortable position and watched the dragons circling eachother.

Pass for a cycle... cant really do anything atm.

I'll pass as well...

Again, cant really do anything till its over I guess.

OOc: Aye...theres not much to do behind the throne of Galbatorix... except mess with the dragons...but that wouldn't be smart. I pass again as well

Kalo growled as Lean transformed again, this time into a small silver dragoness... one Galbatorix had described for him. He bared his teeth, relishing a chance to defeat one of the King's personal enemies (even if it wasn't the real Phalynx). Perhaps he could show the King that he was ready to take on high-profile targets like her and her allies. Kalo dodged around the silver flames, but the attack to his mind made him pause for a moment--long enough to get burned on the tail and right hip. When he got his mental armor in place he sprang forward again. He twisted around so that he came at Lean from the other side, on her right. Fighting her in this form in the air would be too dangerous; he had to use his strength and size on the ground. Kalo spat more tarry acid and jumped into the air behind his blast. He spat more of the thick stuff, hoping one blast would get her wings. The mental nail in his head was distracting, especially because it came from the mind of a dragon as ancient as Lean, but Galbatorix's training had featured some very potent mind-armoring techniques. For that reason, the bronze didn't bother with a counterattack to her mind. Instead, he finished his leap, twisting himself around to land behind Lean and snapping forward briefly with his jaws. His venom still worked well enough, and this form of Lean's didn't feature extra-thick scales.

OOC: Fighting "myself" is weird... lol. And Daidrea and Rathon, you don't have to stay in the throne room. If you think of something else to do, feel free to go do it lol.

Na, you two go ahead and finish the fight. Its interesting to read.

Btw DS4, idk if you plan on morphing into Bahamut or not, but let me make it clear that it wont be anywhere as good as the original. Plus size would be smaller.
I made Bahamut unique for a reason lol

OOC: Yea, and besides...Rathon can't go any where until he reports in with Galby... xP

Keep going you two.

OOC: silly dragons...always tryin' to kill someone xD
obviously, skip...again

Lean cringed as his tail spike drove into her back, pulling a deep, jagged gash that made her scales curl with pain. Her only response to the pain was to tighten her hold on his neck, clenching her jaws closed to block off his airway. Though the pulsating agony of her wound distracted her, which forced her to release her morph. Her body became larger, pressing the small body of Kalo into the ground by sheer weight. She placed a forepaw on his shoulder and pushed, leaning to the side to knock him off balance. She adjusted her grip on his neck, higher up so he couldn't twist his head around and bite her foreleg. She hated it, but she could not disobey the King, whether she wanted to or not. She lashed her tail out, knocking his blade from her back and pinning his tail to the ground. She shifted minutely, lowering her torso so his wings were trapped between her body and his back.

OOC:
Hope you don't mind, draco...I meant to ask first before doing that...

OOC: lol I don't mind in this fight. What do you mean by "disobey the king," though? Are you referring to something I don't know about? lol

IC: Kalo felt his tailblade sink into her back, ripping through scale and flesh. However, she released the morph she had taken, returning to her original, much larger state. Her weight pinned him down, virtually disarming him. He couldn't bite, slash, or even use his wings as weapons. Giving up was not an option, however. He began writhing fiercely, which was dangerous in and of itself because his back and neck had a row of razor-sharp spikes running down them. Hopefully he would slash up her torso and mouth. At the same time, he let out a powerful, extremely concentrated blast of ice at the wall, forming a slick curve on the wall in less than three seconds. Immediately, he gathered his energy and spat a concentrated jet of extremely corrosive acid at the wall. As he breathed out the acid, he mixed it with ice breath so that the outer surface was solid. When it hit the curve of ice on the wall, it spun around and came flying back at Lean's face. She'd have to release his neck or roll away with him, which could give him another chance at escape.

Pass again

OOC: I'm actually going to do something this time around

Rathon was getting rather bored just standing behind the King's throne, unable to see what was going on. He would have stood to the side, but both sides were occupied by dragons. He tried to think of what he could do, when an idea came to him. He make a small, brown, 3 ring earth seal and stepped onto it. It rose into the air to where he could see over the King's throne. Once it stopped, he sat down on it and watched the two dragons fight, both awed and scared by the display of ferocity and violence that they both displayed. Out of all the creatures in Alageasia, he liked dragons the least. Why? Because of all the creatures, they were the ones that could eat him in one bite, attack his mind so he couldn't stop them from eating him, and cook him so he was tasty enough to eat. He especially disliked the Dragons of the Empire, as they seemed to either hate him, want to eat him, or just not care; and he was in a room that had 4 of them. Needless to say, he wasn't very comfortable.

OOC:
No, nothing new, just the semi-order that Galbatorix gave; no hedging the fight.

IC:
Lean flattened her stomach and pulled her torso away from Kalo's spine. She growled as the spikes along his neck dug into her throat and mouth. Her eye caught the ball of acid infused with ice. She wrapped her hindlegs around Kalo's middle, then twisted quickly around so he was on his side underneath her instead of his belly. She clamped her jaws down to hold him in place, then pulled herself up in a rear on her haunches. She pinned Kalo's body to her by wrapping her forelegs around his middle, ignoring the jabbing pain as his sharp spikes dug into her upper arm. The ball he'd meant to aim for her face was now speeding towards his belly.

OOC: Ah. Got it.

IC: Kalo tensed himself as Lean grappled with him, rearing up to put him in between her and his missile. He twisted his head down, overstretching his neck slightly and wincing at the sharp jab of pain. However, he was able to aim a thick stream of ice at the missile, deflecting it and sending it careening to the side. Immediately after doing so, he used his upright position to the fullest advantage. Like a crocodile in a death-roll, he abruptly began twisting his entire body, rolling rapidly to the side and wrenching himself around in Lean's grip. He kept his wings tightly clamped to his sides to avoid damaging them, and lashed out with tail and claws as he rolled. The wild spin, even if it didn't do more than loosen Lean's grip, would case more damage to her, as his spikes (including the small, sharp ones on the backs of his shoulders and elbows, which he drove upward) would cause great pain and shred her scales as he twisted.

OOC: Daidrea, please post or pass. If you don't go in a couple days we'll skip you.