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Assembling the Elites
It is a rare occasion to find the three of the most powerful Draconum gathered together in
one location. However, in an unknown location seated at a round table, The Supreme Draconum
Commander - Regal Draconum, the Draconum Warrior Commander - Hierophant and the
Draconum Mystic Commander - Arcane Draconum discuss the events unfolding in the kingdom.
"We must act, before it's too late," said the Arcane.
"We agree," uttered both heads of the Hierophant in unison.
"Then it resolved, the Draconum will respond in kind to this threat," said the right head
of the Regal.
"In deed," said the Regal's left head.
"We'll need all the force we can muster," said Hierophant's right head.
"I know, this will include the elites," said the Regal's left head.
"That's a bold move, do you think they will answer the call?" asked the Arcane.
"You just have to send the correct messenger," replied the Regal's right head.
From the darkest shadow of the room, a Mortis Draconum appears, dropped to one knee
and bows his head.
"I kneel before you ready to serve," remarked the Mortis.
Mortis Draconum are rare second-generation Draconum that do not grow wings during
the first Crystallis. Without the burden of wings, Mortis Draconum are able to master the skills
stealth. Combine stealth with extensive training in armed and unarmed combat and you are
presented with a master assassin.
"That's one way to send a message," uttered the Hierophant's right head.
"Go deliever my message and return our elite brethren to the fold," said the Regal's left
head.
The Mortis arose with a smile on his face. With a wave of his wand the Regal Draconum
teleported the Mortis deep into Rebel territory.
In the castle of Queen Corella, Dra, the Amazon Draconum heads to her room after a
training session with the queen's elite guard. When the door closes shut and before she can react
Dra feels a clawed hand wrap around her neck and a sharp blade point pressed against the small
of her back.
"I'll assume since I'm still alive you want something," she remarked.
"True, Koldra and your father would like a word with you," answered the Mortis.
"My father? Since I know the alternative, I'll be there," uttered Dra.
"Good,"
The hand slowly retreated from Dra's neck. Then the poke of the blade was gone. Dra
breathed a sigh of relief. Few encounters with a Mortis ended without bloodshed.
As Dra prepared for her return home, the Mortis was headed into Atlantis Guild territory.
This Mortis, like most, preferred assassin to messenger, however sneaking into heavily guarded
fortresses was proving a worthy of his skill. After easily persuading the Magestone Draconum in
Atlantis Guild Territory, the Mortis moved into Necropolis Territory.
Rumors of the Mortis' visit to the other elite react the Vampirc Draconum.
"He will come for me next," said the Vampiric Draconum to his Mindsiffter advisor.
"I shall put the forces on alert," remarked the Mindsiffter.
"That would no good, he'll still come. Just tell everyone to be on alert," remarked the
Vampiric Draconum.
Sometime later the Vampiric is in the library studing ancient Necropolis text.
"I smell you, I can smell the life in you," he said without looking up from his book.
"I know," remarked the Mortis stepping from the shadows.
"Where do we go from here?" asked the Vampiric.
"Will you answer the call?" asked the Mortis.
"Why should I?"
"Cause you are Draconum?"
"Am I?"
"Yes, you are. It's time to set all else aside and fight along your kind,"
"Is this how you persuaded the others?"
"No, they didn't smell me coming," replied the Mortis with smile.
The Vampiric smiles, "I've been persuaded. I will join the cause."
"Excellent, only one to go," remarked the Mortis.
"Let me guess the Guardian, you'll enjoy that encounter most of all," uttered the
Vampiric.
"True, I'll see you in the great assembly hall," said Mortis stepping back into the
shadows.
The Guardian Draconum resided in Knights Immortal territory. His job, too train Knight
Immortal troops in the arts of close combat and defense. On this day he'd stepped away from
training camp to enjoy the fresh air and sunshine of the countryside. He was seated on grassy hill
his long sword at his side.
"It's your turn," said a voice from behind.
Sword in hand the Guardian jumped to his feet and turned around. A Large shade tree
stood alone behind him. The Guardian approached the tree slowly. The Mortis appeared and
leaned up against the right side of the tree trunk.
"The others have returned to the fold," said the Mortis.
"Saved the best for last?" asked the Guardian.
"If you think so," remarked the Mortis.
The Mortis drew his long sword in one hand and dagger in the other. His arms extended
and weapons pointed toward the ground as he looked deep into the Guardian's eyes. He slowly
backed away from the tree and moved to the right. The Guardian took firm grip of his sword and
rotated to keep the Mortis straight ahead. There was long pause before the Guardian leapt into
air. Under the power of his wing he came down fast bringing his sword to bear. The Mortis
didn't move and didn't break eye contact. Mere seconds before the strike, the Mortis raised both
sword and dagger, then braced himself for impact. The swords and dagger met with loud clang.
In one fluid motion the Mortis rolled backwards bringing his feet up and placing them on the
Guardian's chest plate armor. Using momentum and the thrust of his feet the Mortis launched the
Guardian into air, sending him rolling head over heels. The Mortis jumped to his feet and gave
pursuit. The Guardian slammed to the ground one knee down one knee up. He looked up to find
Mortis approaching quickly. The Guardian rolled to the right and the Mortis' long sword blade
stuck in the ground. The Guardian brought his sword around for a swing. The Mortis let go of his
sword and jumped over the blade swung at waist level. He landed beside his sword and drew it
from the ground. The Guardian rose to his feet. They were once again face-to-face.
"My turn," uttered the Mortis, a serious grimace.
The Mortis swung his sword and Guardian blocked. The Mortis quickly jabbed with his
dagger. The Guardian stepped to the right using his wings to maintain balance. The Mortis
continued his attack with both sword and dagger. The Guardian was unable to get clear and was
cut along his unarmored hand. His opponent pressed his slight advantage, forcing the Guardian
to use his wings to hover just above the ground and carry himself backwards. The relentless
Mortis continued to press. As the Guardian's wings carried him backwards, he blocked, parried
and dodged the Mortis' attacks. Without warning, the Mortis threw his dagger just clipping the
upper section of the Guardian's left wing. The wing flinched causing the hovering Guardian to
lose balance. Seeing his advantage grow, the Mortis took a powerful swing with his sword. The
Guardian awkwardly blocked blow, however he was unable to maintain flight. He dropped to
the ground hard, under the weight of his armor. He felt the weight of the Mortis' foot on his
wounded wing and the blade of his sword under his chin. There was silence as the Guardian
weighted his options.
"You win," uttered the Guardian.
The Mortis removed his sword and stepped off the wing. He extended his hand to help
the Guardian up.
"I guess I'll have to join in order to get a rematch," said the Guardian taking the hand of
the Mortis.
The Mortis entered the Regal Draconum's thrown room and bowed before the Regal
Draconum. The Regal looked up from his ancient scrolls.
"Rise and report," he commanded with his right head.
"I've visited all the elites and they have all agreed to return," answered the Mortis.
"This is good," remarked the left head of the Regal.
With in a matter of days the massive Draconum army was assembled.
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