Drakkwall
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It was a cold winter's day in the land of Northrend and among the corpses of the many dragons lying dead on the icy land known as the Dragonblight, where dragons go to die with their ancestors and descendants. Among these bones of mighty beings of the dragonflights, are there a lonesome skeleton in the center of the land, lying frozen beneath the ice. But then, as the Lich King came and disturbed their peace, bringing them to life in his service, he didn't know that the elements themselves sought to retaliate against this action.
It took years but soon enough their work was done and a large crack began to grow in the central ice of the land, until suddenly a massive explosion of ice and frost covered the skies as a massive black dragon climbed up from its frosty grave, alive once more. Weakened from its awakening the dragon took to the skies, its black hide looking like beautiful onyx in the sunlight. Many dying dragons looked up to the skies to see the large black dragon fly over them, and bowed their heads in respect to the reborn black dragon.
It flew out of the Northrend, ignoring all in its path, crossing the skies without end, ignoring the attacks of both Alliance, Horde, Burning Legion and the Scourge. Roaring out as it crossed over the oceans it flew straight into the Maelstrom, and yet it wasn't faced by the chaotic enerigs and split through it like a knife through silk and emerged on the other side.
The winds carried it towards the lands of the Eastern Kingdoms, breaking through clouds and storms alike the giant wyrm split down with a sudden loop and smashed into the soils of the Burning Steppes. Moving through the soils, not stopping for ogres, iron dwarves or black dragonflight, the giant black wyrm's long tail smashing into the walls of the Blackrock Stronghold, making it crumble to nothing, along with the Blackrock Spire, as it began to burrow its massive talons into the mountain rock and began to dig a deep cavern int othe volcanic land, soon disappearing in to the depths of the earth.
OOC: PM interest and I will explain what I have in mind for this rp. There will only be dragons though.
It took years but soon enough their work was done and a large crack began to grow in the central ice of the land, until suddenly a massive explosion of ice and frost covered the skies as a massive black dragon climbed up from its frosty grave, alive once more. Weakened from its awakening the dragon took to the skies, its black hide looking like beautiful onyx in the sunlight. Many dying dragons looked up to the skies to see the large black dragon fly over them, and bowed their heads in respect to the reborn black dragon.
It flew out of the Northrend, ignoring all in its path, crossing the skies without end, ignoring the attacks of both Alliance, Horde, Burning Legion and the Scourge. Roaring out as it crossed over the oceans it flew straight into the Maelstrom, and yet it wasn't faced by the chaotic enerigs and split through it like a knife through silk and emerged on the other side.
The winds carried it towards the lands of the Eastern Kingdoms, breaking through clouds and storms alike the giant wyrm split down with a sudden loop and smashed into the soils of the Burning Steppes. Moving through the soils, not stopping for ogres, iron dwarves or black dragonflight, the giant black wyrm's long tail smashing into the walls of the Blackrock Stronghold, making it crumble to nothing, along with the Blackrock Spire, as it began to burrow its massive talons into the mountain rock and began to dig a deep cavern int othe volcanic land, soon disappearing in to the depths of the earth.
OOC: PM interest and I will explain what I have in mind for this rp. There will only be dragons though.
