"Oh believe me," answers Smaug while gazing upon his trove, "I know Drumgath. Truthfully I have no sympathy for him. I will go along with his little "game" for now... but I will use his troops to help me find the lost lieutenants of my once glorious army. Basically for my own agenda. I know the location of where ONE of them is... and I think he knows where the others might be." The crimson dragon then licks his chops and chuckles a bit. "And when I am finished recruiting my army of old, I will strike Drumgath down before he has any chance to do his own finishing move on thy self, in which I shall decimate his army in the process. After all, my army in its glory days rivaled that of the Black Rose's... perhaps equally as powerful if not more."

He sighs as smoke comes out of his nostrils,

"But that is if only it comes out true," Smaug continues, "For I am already prepared for the worst Drumgath has to offer."

Besimious hesitated before answering, some of the things that had been happening would make certain members of the Order look weak. Though they were certainly not allies of Drumagth so she continued. "A small number of our members have...changed in a way. Becoming rageful, and aggressive towards all. All cases have been of the more peaceful members. One who's name you might remember, Gimagoth, fell into a state of madness. At one point he had supported an alliance between the Council and Order."

"How do you know that this is the effects of the rose. What if it's some form of sickness?" Graguth had stepped forward. His brother has never truly fought against the Council, at least not in force. "What is my brother wanting out of this?" Surly he had some angle out of this.

Besimious was prepared for these questions. Turning her head and speaking a order for a servant to bring a few scrolls, "A few decades ago we preformed a test on corruption from the rose. It was traded from the north for a supplyment of rations." Laying the two scrolls down, and showing the writing on it. "The corruption found around those who had changed had the same energy in them.

Balerion turned back, looking away from the hallway in which the entrance laid. Ignoring the sound he heard earlier. The old dragon couldn't help but chuckle briefly, hearing Smaug tell about his plans on how he'll use Drumagth for his own end goals. It was ironic since Drumagth probably has a similar mindset. "It seems you have it old planned out, Smaug, leader of the Fire Drakes of old. It would be quite the sight to once again witness the soaring of the red dragons once more. If you succeed, heed me warning. I do not wish to be caught in the battle between red against black. Ah, but I digress... I believe I had told you all that was on my mind. It is time for me depart now from your mountain. I have a territory to rule, and a city to keep in check."



Libra looked at all the information that laid before, absorbing all of this in. He sighed softly before saying, "If this is not some horrible trick of your order, then I can't help but fear the worse... If the Rose is to regain it's strength, allowed to awaken once more. I- No... I shall not speak of it no longer. The Elder Council shall have much to discuss now. We will bring forth a moot to speak our own thoughts of this matter. It is only after we have come with an agreement of possible outcomes that Drumagth may be called before us, but until then... You may leave now, Besimious. Unhindered and without stopping. For you are to tell your lord that we received his message and then we are now pondering our own thoughts on what course of action is needed. You shall hear from us soon enough. The Elder Council shall send one of our own to tell him what we decided upon."

"Farewell, O Black Dread." Smaug replies kindly, "And yes, I shall keep heed to your warning. We shall meet again soon enough."

And with a breath of fire, he signals his farewell and good luck towards Balerion. Once he was gone, the crimson dragon walks upon his piles of gold, eventually lying down and begins to rest. Indeed... if he were to overthrow Drumgath with a newly founded army, he will form the new Fire Drake Empire... and his legacy will be engraved into stone once again... but in a more, positive direction hopefully. Either way... he has much to do tomorrow.

I think I will find the treasure hoard of the fallen Beyza... he thinks to himself, Then I will find that lieutenant of mine... he should be located in... The Desert Of Flames.

With a sigh he slowly closes his eyes and gets some sleep.



In a beautiful shrine in the Highwall Peaks, the majestic Ayanami has just awoken from her nap. She was flying high in the clouds all day, causing happiness to the farmers who suffered a drought below. She only helped after being severed a platter of throughly-roasted beef, sprinkled with cilantro, a small side of heavy conifer greens, and a secret, yet very delicious, sauce. This was enough to motivate her to fly through the air and save a starving town from hunger. She felt very good in doing so and as long as she is given honorable gifts, she will help anyone who calls for her. She yawns loudly as she rustles her fins from side to side as she gets ready to fly into the crystal blue sky above.

Jasik Dragonbane

Jasik frowned. He was having all but the worst of luck in his task. The dragons seemed awfully inactive at this time of day. Jasik reinforced his desire and shot off, leaving behind a signature black ring floating in the sky.
Just maybe I would attract a foolish dragon by that Jasik thought to himself as he soared through the sky's, his massive wings propelling him forward. He shot through the sky faster than any mortal means of transport, traveling miles within time measured by seconds.
"Over there" one of the ghost's voices echoed through his head. He spied an opening in the Lonely Mountain, one he had not noticed other times he had flown by it. Jasik's toothy grin showed itself again, and he nodded.
"Indeed, if that is not one of their dwellings I would sacrifice an arm to the council of elders" Jasik said. A dark aura followed him as he shot towards the opening. Jasik caught with his eye a sparkle of gold as he rounded to the entrance.
"And by all the luck in the world, it is a greedy one!" Jasik said as he chuckled. He shot through the entrance dodging piles, no, mountains of gold and riches. Out of the corner of his eye he caught the twinkle of a scale. Jasik lost his breath and slammed against the wall in a silent fashion, this one was a mighty foe to even the strongest of dragons. He resigned to observing the piles of gold, looking for anything that could perhaps help him in the fight that was sure to ensue. He saw nothing on top of the piles, but below them he could not say. As silently as he could he stuck his hand into a pile of the gold and began digging.

By the time Jasik Dragonbane had stumbled upon Lonely Mountain, Smaug is already asleep. Already he is dreaming on having more riches, and power, and even creating the new empire that can take over the Black Rose. Yet before he got to the even better parts, he could hear the echoing sound... of someone DIGGING IN HIS TROVE OF GOLD! The crimson Fire Drake's nostrils spewed out air and smoke as his eyes gashed open again. He growls loudly, notifying his awakening once again.

Ugh... he hisses in his mind, Who dares to disturb me now? Is that Balerion? If that Black Dread can't stand to be greedy in my trove, I'll rip his throat out! He could've at least just asked me for a few pieces of gold...

Smaug rises from atop a large pile of gold, his tail swishing around in the gold, and his eyes glowing in rage. Yet he kept cool and began to slither towards the clinking sound of where the digging is coming from. It didn't sound like a dragon though. The scent was also different. This was not a dragon... but in fact the wretch of a filthy human! He growls quietly as he continues moving slowly towards the sound.

"Well..." he says aloud as he comes near the sound, "THIEF." He then sniffs the air, already pinpointing where the person is. "I ssssssmell you... I hear your breath... I feeeeeeel your aiiiiiiiiirr..."

(0:01 - 0:22)

Jasik Dragonbane

Jasik freezes, arm deep in piles of gold. He heard was Smaug had said, and it caused even Jasik to freeze for a moment in terror

"Damnit all to hell!" Jasik says as he unfolds his wings and bounces upwards with a flap of his wings. He spy's the slithering form of smaug and curses. He had misjudged the size of the dragon, it was larger than he thought. Jasik had fought very few dragons of this magnitude, and only once did he emerge victorious. He looked towards the exit and let out yet another curse for it was too far away to outpace the dragon. Coming to terms with fighting a dragon without a diamond was troubling but eventually Jasik, seeing no other choice, holds a hand up and opens the vault of spirits one might call a soul. His eyes flash red as he calls upon the spirits strength, preparing for a spell.

"Wait!" One of the ghosts exclaimed to Jasik "This is a Fire Drake of old. Nothing but the strongest of magic will work on him"

Jasik chuckles, his cool coming back "Yes, and it will teach all of the dragons to fear my name when I slay it" he claims. Jasik pulls his hood up as bolt of black fire shoots over his head towards Smaug.

Alas, Smaug finally locates the person rising from one of his gold piles. He licks his chops and chuckles as he gets closer.

"There you are..." he finishes, "Thief in the shadows."

He was a strange looking fellow, hooded, and his scent is also a bit strange. This was not a human... no. This was an elf. And this elf reeks of magic. Strange... BLACK... magic. Yet suddenly, the elf fires a black magic shot from over his head, heading right towards him! Yet the shot was easily avoided as his head darts to the side.

"So..." he then says with a chuckle, "Your an Elven wizard it seems. I haven't seen one of your kind in a loooooong time."

His chest glows a fiery orange as he breathes fire at his opponent.

"But you are no match for the great Fire Drake, SMAUG!"

Jasik Dragonbane

Jasik spots the flame a moment too late, he is still able to swerve to the side but Jasik's wings were singed and smoldering with small flames. He falls to the ground as he bats out the flames with his hand. He looks towards the dragon and just glances longingly towards the exit. He once again begins drawing strength from the spirits.

"Poor, unfortunate Fire Drake. You have caught the attention of none other than Jasik Dragonbane. If you think you could kill me, think again. I have walked the corrupted lands and lived to tell about it." Jasik said, exaggerating his own power in an attempt to confuse Smaug. As he felt his reserves fill with energy from the Ghosts, he let loose another, more clever spell. Gold began to rise from Smaugs trove into the form of another dragon, sticking to other pieces like glue was holding them together. Finally, his end result was a hulking form made of Smaug's treasures. It let loose a roar that was stimulated by Jasik's magic, and began to slug towards Smaug. Although Jasik could not keep it together by himself, with a constant stream of energy from the spirits he was able to search the remaining piles while the golden dragon would keep Smaug busy.

(I cannot see the dragon)

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Smaug's fire had indeed hit his target and began to scorch the elf's wings to cinders. He begins to laugh as he continues crawling towards him. Yet the elf then speaks his name as he seems to boast about he being stronger then the Fire Drake himself. It was most utterly disrespectful. Yet before he can answer, his own gold began to rise on its own, turning into what appears to be a dragon literally made from gold! It was some impressive magic casted by the elven wizard. Smaug had seen stronger magic powers during the Corruption War... this kind of magic was simply child's play to him.

"Hmmmmm..." he groans as he approaches the golden dragon, "Not bad for a magic user..."

As soon as he said so, he breathes another volley of fire at the golden dragon, attempting to slowly melt him into liquid gold.

"But your choice of materials is futile against me."

((Sorry I am super busy right now))

Jasik look towards the dragon and it launched itself at smaug, aim itself at the Dragons throat. Jasik cursed as he realized that the gold was melting. He took his sword out of its sheath and started swinging it through the piles, hoping to find the precious jewel he needed.

"Over there" A ghost told Jasik, pointing towards a nudge of something black. Jasik was not sure because it looked like platinum but he was not able to tell from this distance

((Sorry again, don't want to GM because it's smaug's trove Lmpkio can decide if it's a black diamond or just a dud))

((It's Fine. And if you want it to be a Black Diamond, then go ahead. There's all kinds of treasure that is hiddin with Smaug's Trove ;).))

Smaug's fire melts the golden dragon into melten gold on the ground, bubbling as it begins to slowly cool. It was finally no more. As the dragon looks for Jasilk, his keen dragon senses begins to pick up the elf's scent. He hisses as he approaches his location.

"What might you be loooooooking for?" he teases the elf as he slithers towards him, "Even if you may find it, you'll never be able to make it out alive."

Jasik DragonBane

Jasik frowned as he heard Smaug's voice echo across the seemingly endless valleys of riches. He ran faster towards the glint of black in the treasure.
"Dh'ábhoit!" He said, hoping to invoke another spell before the dragon was able to get to him. As he saw the glint of Platinum, his scowl deepened. It was worthless to him. Jasik jumped onto a pile of gold and bounced into the air, hoping to reach a height that flying was available. He failed.
Jasik fell flat on the ground as he released another spell, which would be the last one for a while due to it's magnitude. A chill swept the air as it felt like a Ghost was prodding the very essence of the world. Finally, the undead spirit's returned to Jasik wielding a precious gemstone, the precious gemstone. Jasik redoubled his efforts to stand up, but realized a moment too soon he landed too close to Smaug.

((Spell is complicated. Will explain in OOC))

The Fire Drake looks down at the fallen elf below his feet and makes a sly, toothy grin. One that no man or elf would want to see in their darkest hour of despair. With a sudden thump, his front foot lands right down on Jasik. Finally, he had him in his grasp.

"Now I got you... THIEF." he hisses as he moves his head towards the elf's face. He then notices the black diamond in Jasik's hand and chuckles.

"I see you were looking for one of my most... prrrrrrrrized possessions." he continues, "The majestic BLACK DIAMOND. You were either very bold... or very foolish to try and take it away from me."

"I was thinking the same thing" Jasik said as he struggled to escape the dragons grasp. He realized with a slight start that he wasn't even budging the claw that was ontop of him. Jasik was planning on saving the diamond, but he knew that it would be most efficient, and most of all, most needed here. He maneuvered his arm to his forehead and prepared for a final spell.

The cavern shuddered as nature realized the black magic that was present. Animals scurried away as Jasik reappeared next to the dragon wielding a Halberg.

"Now my friend, we are ready to tangle!" He said, his voice echoing across the cavern. Jasik had appeared to take on a new heavily armored appearance. Just below his eye was a slightly visible tattoo of a black rose that was not visible before. He swung the Halberd at Smaug's foot where he was trapped just moment's before.

As Smaug prepares to fry the elven magician, the whole trove begins to shake as the smell of wretched black magic filled the Fire Drake's nostrils. He growls as he prepares to squish Jasilk with all of his might... only to realize that he wasn't beneath his massive claws anymore. His snake-like head turns after the magician's voice of battle echoes throughout the cavern, looking much more different then before. Jasilk's armor looked ultimately dark and menacing, but also slightly revealed a tattoo... belonging to none other than the Black Rose. But before he could respond, Jasilk swung his Halberd right at Smaug's foot, the very same one that he was trapped before. Smaug rears up in slight pain, only to crash down with a massive thump, rattling the whole trove.

"Impressive..." hisses Smaug as he makes himself look more large and menacing, "Perhaps I might've underestimated you as a wizard... but none of the less, your armor can't save you from the fire you - will - BURN!"

And with that, he breathes another large spray of fire right at Jasilk's face, hoping to obliterate him.

Jasik does not even attempt to dodge the flame, he know's that if he couldn't do it before, he certainly couldn't in the heavy armor. Instead, he holds up his arms over his helmet to protect his eye's from the flames and begins to walkout of the burn range. He hisses as he feels the sizzle of metal blistering his arms, but that would be easy enough to heal in this powered form. He releases the spell as he leaves the blaze and his arms are once again smooth and not burnt. He swing's his halberd in the air before slicing the flame, making a barrier so he could see past the bright light. All of this happens within seconds of the flame hitting him.

"You say you've been to the Corrupted Lands, Eh? Well I'll be sure to bring that hell back to you and more!" He says as a battle cry, charging at the Dragon, his Halberd changing shape into a rapier shaped weapon.

"They call me Jasik Dragonbane for a reason. I'm sure my Dragonbane (The Transforming Weapon) will teach you just that." He chuckles as his sword arm shoots out near the Dragons armpit.

((Happens in about 15-30 seconds. If you want to throw in a maneuver before stab at the Armpit I'm totally cool with that))

As Smaug finishes firing his breath, he realizes that Jasik had made a tricky maneuver as he slices the flame and made a barrier for he to see beyond his deathly breath. The Fire Drake was even more impressed by his skill but none of the less, he will not let such a simpleton win this battle. As the elf strikes for his armpit, the dragon makes his own quick maneuver, swinging his giant tail straight towards the elf's chest, which should send him flying.

"DRAGONBANE?" asks the Fire Drake loudly as he suddenly bursts out laughing furiously, "I've faced countless of such magicians, many bearing the name of DRAGONBANE during the Great Corruption War, and yet I've beaten them all! If you consider yourself, and your weapon, to be of such title..."

He then hops onto a huge pile of his gold, glaring his yellow eyes straight at Jasik.

"Than you are most certainly... A JOKE!" he booms, echoing across the trove.

Jasik fall's back, caught off guard by the attack. Luckily for his apparent lack of any agility, he has a very high endurance for any damage that a Dragon could throw at him. He released several spells in order to achieve one goal, make the trove crash down upon Smaug.

Dragonbane, we can't do much more. We're running out of power A ghost told Jasik.
"Than use the damned black diamond's energy!" Jasik shouted, he would be observed as a mad man to one who did not know of the Ghosts.

"Forgive me Fire Drake, that wasn't directed at you." Jasik exclaimed. "But this is!" He said as the cave ceiling came crashing down where Smaug was standing upon his treasure.

"Pathhhhhhhetic!" Smaug taunts with a hiss as he breathes several fireballs at his opponent, "Your shots are sloppy and severely unorganized. To call you a Dragonbane, is to call a bush a magnificent Oak Tree!"

Yet as he laughs proudly on the high ground, Jasik shouts and makes one last shot, taking a chunk out of the cave's ceiling. This time, the crimson Fire Drake was just unaware and to late to notice the giant rock that falls upon him. With a pained roar, the weight and impact of both forces finally made Smaug come to the ground, down... down... down from his massive treasure heap. He was furious! Such ignorant and barbaric will not tolerated! From his slumped position, his eyes jolt open with a yellowy-orange aura coming from it.

Your MINE! he speaks in his head.

With an lightning-fast strike, he attempts to bite at the elven magician, hoping to finish him once and for all.