Green Mon Jul 29, 2013 10:44 pm
History
Now let's see what really happened to Kazuma, shall we? He was a Red Dragon, Commander of the Alimirian Army and the previous Dragon Champion. He had accomplished alot in his Arcadian life, rising through the ranks and becoming famous all over Alimir. Heh, to enemy countries such as Lumbren and Silim. Aye, he lived a great and proud life, suitable for a Red Dragon of his repertoire. And then it happened.
The sky went red, stars seemed to literally fall from the sky and crash into Arcadia. The Gods of Arcadia were obviously having a tantrum. But during this moment of temporary national weakness, neighboring nations decided to attack each other under the pretense this was just a temporary thing. Kazuma knew better but still followed his General's orders.
Anxiously he put on his armor and gathered his weapons. Dragonsworn, his beloved katana blade that housed his dear supporter's soul Oro. He slung a rifle onto his back and slung on his Dragon's Temper. It was going to be a bloody and tiresome battle but Kazu lived for it. Breathed it. He only felt truly alive and some sorts of worth whilst in battle. Gathering his legion and elite squad in front of Alimir's front gates, he spoke up.
"General Braise has already taken his army and gone to Silim. Our job is to defend Alimir and fend off Lumbren's advancing forces. My fellow army mate, Commander Zeto will keep what's left of the army and the strong and proud Valorian citizens here in Alimir just in case another nation attacks! Aerlind has our backs and presumably, Amar and Nifredil do as well. Our enemies are beings of the dark and light but know this; none of them are our enemies or allies! They are merely stepping stones...a sort of scratching post for our bloodied claws! We will get stronger and we will prevail!" And with that, Kazuma let out a white hot stream of fire into the air, using little to no mana to forming it into a white hot dragonoid of flames that roared and flew off towards Lumbren. His army banged their claws and weapons against the ground and their proud chests. Some hopped on horseback and quickly sped off while others took to their native forms and flew at great haste. Kazu rested his hand on Dragonsworn.
"Oro. It seems as if this is the last time we will strike swiftly into battle. Strike with me one last time, brother."
"Sir! Aerlind has gone with the enemy, remember?"
"Well shit yeah. Argh, grab all the dragons you can!" Kazu flashed his point teeth and roared angrily, his army roaring in response. His back began to morph and bulge, the sound of bones breaking loud and boisterous. His armour had been specially made for this; two slits giving way to his dragon wings. He stretched them to their full wingspan and easily took off. In no time, he was flying ahead of his army with their eager blood lust spurring him on.
The dark kingdom loomed ahead, dark clouds vivid against a red, bloody sky. He shifted his eyes into his dragon form which in turn enhanced his vision tenfold. He could make out the miniscule army that was advancing towards them. A few Shadow Dragons and Dracoliches, the rest a bundled heap of demons, dark elves and incubii. Kazu ripped Dragonsworn out of its scabbard, the blade making a shrill but mighty roar as it did so (Oro's signature roar). He clenched his shield fist, proud azure flames spurting out of the dragonhead's mouth. Just then, he was caught off guard to swarming Red Dragons, along the masses of darkened forces. The Red Dragons had chosen to betray them!!
"My army! Attack with the strength of our forefathers! Burn them to the ground! Rip out the hearts of those who have betrayed us!" Kazuma opened his mouth, his berserker rage soon setting in as he dived towards the advancing army. Shadow Dragons of the juvenile stage advanced towards him, spitting out black and darkness aligned flames. Red Dragons circled upon him, recognizing him as a dangerous threat. With ease he darted to and fro around them, letting his partner Oro within his blade make hasty work of them. As Kazu continued he brought up Dragon's Temper in front of his face, an azure flame shield forming around him creating a makeshift dragonic meteor. As soon as he made contact, his army advanced and clashed with Lumbren's and the Almin's that were alongside them.
The battle Kazu had started lasted exactly twenty minutes and seven seconds. The war itself lasted for the whole week. This battle had left Kazu mentally and emotionally scarred having lost many of his men, to the infidels and the other countries.
Almir had truly fallen.
His followers who would swallow their pride and drink out of a latrine if he had ordered them. After being outmatched and his forces dwindled, Kazuma was left alone with a handful of men. The war was taking its toll on him. Soon and reluctantly did he make a pact with whoever listened and whichever deity took pleasure in watching his might in battle. "If this world is destroyed may my body, mind and soul survive so I may see it's end result." One last skirmish had pushed Kazu to the brink, resulting in transforming into his dragonic form. In this mode he was more free, more stronger and even more berserk. He took with him three other of his kin before being killed, ripped to pieces by an onslaught of flame, magick and teeth.
His soul remained intact however, and was given a second chance once Nyxheim was created. His soul, mind and body were given back to him, complete with his memories and weapons as well. One thing, however was taken away from him; his full dragonic form wasn't as strong as it used to be. This however, did not plague him for he preferred his humanoid form.
First thing that happened to him was Kazu was stripped of his weapons upon arrival in Nyxheim. In fact, he woke up in a dark and musty cell. A large Red Dragon gave him an ultimatum after telling him that Valor was no more; Serve the crown or be banished. Given his reputation, he was given a couple of days to consider.
Hostile at first, he quickly (painfully and stubbornly) learned that the Malekith Empire was in power and what was left of Red Dragons were the Royal Guard to the Solidor Dynasty. Almir was nowhere to be seen. It was disgusting and further residence in the Malkian Empire would have provoked him even more so with that, Kazu moved on, travelling all over Nyxheim having taken the exile over the servitude.
He took refuge in Howldon, stealing people's livestock for sustenance. Kazuma was stealing a sheep until he stumbled upon an Executioner Take down. The Executioner died during the struggle but Kazu, having taking notice in his bravery and valor, took pity in him and decided to slay his oppressor. The rest of the Executioners came in shortly after, taking in Kazuma and later, inducting him into as one of their own. Now, Kazuma operates as an Executioner apart of a team and still, one day, aspires to release the Red Dragons from captivity and restarting his proud race from scratch; a new Almir.
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