Horrid

The Sands of Blood (Dead)

Drizzak has got Sana's back. And a present for her too. A jagged knife perfect for cutting through nasties.

The Sands of Blood (Dead)

Drizzak

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Drizzak barrelled his way into the ribcage of one of the undead adversaries with reckless furiosity.  He pulled his arms, legs and wings in to assume the fetal position, turning him into a fiery red dragon cannonball. A dragon ball. The impact rang out through the air as a terrible series of snaps as he burrowed into the enemy and pushed outward with all of his limbs.

The undead monstrosity popped like a bubble filled with fire as the plume of flame licked out into the open air, leaving Drizzak to roar triumphantly within its staggering leftovers. But that was only one down, and his fellows were in danger! The woman of the bow and arrow was in distress! One of the ones that freed him from his prison too, or helped to free him.

A debt does not go unpaid, dragon or goblin.

Kicking off, Drizzak rushed into one of the assailants closer to Sana and pulled the jagged shard of metal that he called a dagger from his belt. Flames licked at it for a moment, cleaning the blade of blood and dirt before he whipped it out toward her. His aim was good today, he noted as the dagger struck the ground near her head and stuck there. Easily within grabbing range, he thought. He screamed as he put his claws through the back of an undead beings head through its mouth.

"LADY USE DRIZZAK'S CUTTER. LADY FIGHT BACK. FIGHT BONEMAN WITH DRIZZAK."

The Sands of Blood (Dead)

Sounds like someone needs a little Draconic intervention.

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Probably not, but then again, how best to remember a dragon than in the glorious death that fells it?

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The big twist is that Drizzak ISN'T a dragon and he's about to die shortly.

Rampant: A Superhero/ Supervillain RP

I've pretty much just been waiting on folks too, yeah.

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Drizzak is no tactical mind. He could very well get torn apart. He'll be a great distraction though.

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Drizzak

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In one quick movement, Drizzak caught the vials, shook them and then guzzled them both in a hurry. He began to cackle once again as his cell became unlocked. These elixirs were different to the previous, mixed with different constituent ingredients but overall the same effect would come of them. Absolute carnage.

As his cell opened, Drizzak hopped over to the corner of the room and donned his equipment once more. Costume, dagger, crossbow and trusty pants. All were thrown on, and the costume bagged, as he began to froth violently at the mouth. He shook, more than usual, as his chattering cackle devolved into a high pitched shriek.

"Get your stuff, their in the corner. No time to stop, bring the fight to that hooded bastard."

Drizzak turned to his saviour, and smiled wide. Frothy red leaked from the corners of his mouth as he growled. His face elongated and thinned to become something of a snout, as his back exploded into a pair of membranous wings. His skin took on the same red tone and his fingers became long, skeletal claws. He became skinnier and... sleeker overall.

And then he burst into flames. Again.

Drizzak screamed with glee as he took off, one flap of his mighty wings sending him forward. "DRIZZAK TEAR BONE-FACE APART. PICK TEETH WITH TEETH!" His brilliant orange body burned a bright bee-line. Straight into the thickest part of the undead group as he collided with them in a puff of flame.

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Well I've posted.

And this lich done fucked up.

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Drizzak

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The goblin, now thoroughly derobed, awoke within his cage with a start. His paleness was easy to pick out between the bars as he hopped to his feet and attempted to walk out of the cage, only to meet with its wall with a resounding CLANG.

It didn't take long for the goblin's cries of pain and distress to turn into frustrated growls of annoyance as she rattled at the bars. His arms shook with rage as the bars rattled to and fro. They did not move much. Finally, Drizzak slumped against the bars uselessly. Yet again he is reminded of his goblinoid limitations. Bound to this shell, he was easily contained and stripped of the belongings that he held so dear.

The dragon, once proud, had been caged. This saddened Drizzak. For but a moment. From within him rose a noise. Small at first, but it grew in intensity to become a terrible cacophonous shriek of rage.

The small goblin, in all his impotent rage, began to pound and scratch and claw and bite at his confinements. No one cages the dragon. No one stops the dragon. He began to chant, powering himself on as he rebelled against his surroundings. Blood was beginning to trickle from his hands and he bashed again and again.

"RIP. TEAR. KILL. EAT. RIP. TEAR. KILL. EAT."

The little white horror ran back and forth, rebounding off the walls of its cage in a show of self-destructive force. Were the bars beginning to bend? Was the lock beginning to creak? The screams from Drizzak sounded out above all other noises as his attempt to escape surged on. His cage rocked back and forth as he threw his caution to the wind and flung himself at the wall again and again and again.

The dragon was angered now. There was no stopping it.