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Rhongomyniad     Loch Ness, deep in the Scottish highlands of northern Britain. A large, deep lake with some connections to the sea far downstream. The land on all sides is mountainous, rolling up as hills or rocky cliffs without much beach, not that anyone would consider it around here. One of the headlands overlooking the loch contains an old, broken down castle from times long past. A small fort with only one square tower left to its name. It is upon this tower that the goddess Rhongomyniad stands, her mantle teased by the highland winds.

    The town nearby is empty. It seems that Clock Tower has found some mundane excuse to get the citizenry to safety before they see something world-shattering.

    The Loch's waters are still, mirror-like, reflecting the sky. When this begins to ripple, it is subtle at first. The water's surface breaks in places, resembling a long that's drifting past. Except it rises further from the surface, arcs, and dives back down into an undulating effect. The coil expands, as more of the creature exposes itself. More coils reveal themselves, stretching up and down the shoreline, dark blue in color with a pale blue underside and white, seafoam-like fins.

    When the head breaks the surface, it's eel-like. Narrow, with a long jaw lined with needle-like teeth. The black snout gives way to the blues and whites of further scales. Water runs down those exposed scales in rivulets, the drake's car-sized head fixated on the Once and Future King.

    ~I refuse, Red Dragon. Thou must banish me as thou hast banished Guothigirn Ddraig. If thy mettle is lacking, then leave this place.~
Raziel 'The still waters of the loch betray just how deep they run.  This large lake goes far deeper than it appeared, it's waters still and calm, and deep in it was the creature we were tasked to slay.  The water was too murky to see through, though it seems to matter little.  Slowly, the creature we had come to slay came to us, answering the challenge of the King of this land.  It's large scaley head more eel than a dragon.  Water poured from the scales as its head raised.  It's voice defiant as it refused to leave.  However, it would not be given the luxury of choice.'

Raziel leaps from the walls of the castle, grabbing his destroyed wings to glide through the air towards the dragon itself while Rhongomyniad held it's attention.  Raziel aims to land on it, before using his claws to grip onto the scales and the reaver to thrust forward into the beast, aiming to tear at it.  

The reaver, ravenous, could be felt tearing at something deeper in the beast.  Raziel, uses this to slide down and trying to get behind the creature so that it could not be so easily removed.  

'The monster was larger than anything I had ever faced, more like a mountain than a monster, I would be in trouble if it directly used its might on me.  Fortunately, I had many tricks that it would unlikely know of.
Rean Schwarzer And of course, the serpent didn't want to leave the lake, so it was time for a fight. Rean charged up a spell, the ARCUS' loading ring surrounding him in blue light. It then vanished, becoming a single arc of darkness flying at the serpent's head.
Rhongomyniad     "You do not belong in the World of Men," Rhongomyniad states in that even tone of hers, "And your loyalty to the White Dragon of Britain ensures your continued presence is an ongoing threat to Humanity." Raziel dashes past her and leaps to the beast while the Goddess raises her right hand, "You are to be Judged by the Tower that Shines at the End of the World."

    A shaft of light appears in her grasp, before the metal straps materialize, braiding together as they wrap about the core to form the shape of a lance. With a roar, the dragon snaps downward, capturing the Divine Lance in its teeth and wrenching back. Rhongomyniad does not release it, and is instead dragged along for the ride, dangling from the corner of Oherwyddllygad Llyndraig's mouth. Her expression hardens, but it seems this caught the King of Knights off guard.

    With the immediate danger to itself occupied, Llyndraig whips its head about, drawing up further coils of its serpentine body from the Loch, a writhing maze of coils and spines. With Raziel already amidst those coils, the Loch dragon wrenches and twists itself in an attempt to batter or impale the ghastly vampire.

    A bolt of darkness strikes the beast's face. It whirls its gaze onto Rean, still upon the castle presumably. The sea-green eyes flash, then begin to pulse with inner light. Water surges from the loch, blasting through the tower windows. Moments later, the roof of the castle turret blasts upward in a geyser of foam and stone.

    ~If it is battle that thou chooses, know that I shalt not retire easily. You face Oherwyddllygad Llyndraig! The Blue Drake of the Loch!~
Raziel Raziel is forced to run along with the coils of the beast, trying to avoid impalement at all costs.  Leaping from scale to scale, he races for the beasts' head, aiming to try and get to the head to aid the king of Britain to the best of his ability.  It was still a treck, but he had another plan up his sleeve.  

The reaver burst into flame, but before he could thrust one of the coils smashed into the Ghoul.  There would be a satisfying crunch, but Raziel managed to hold on thanks to his claws.  Dangling precariously over the water, he flipped himself back onto the creature, in pain but not down yet.

With the flame burning he, thrust it towards the creature's body, aiming to dig into that and sear scale from bone, trying to gain it's attention, before Raziel turned his claws upwards towards the larger creature...aiming to release a burst of telekinetic power, empowered by the reaver's flame aiming to try and sear the eye should he turn his gaze towards him.  

"I would take the good King's offer because if I am to slay you, you would not simply return to your land, but you would go to oblivion," Raziel says with certainty in his voice.
Rean Schwarzer The tower explodes in a geyser of water, sending Rean flying into the air and into the loch. Gasping, he drags himself up onto the serpent's coils, and then runs along them to get closer to Raziel and Rhongo. While he runs, he runs his sword along the beast's body or spines, whichever's closer and more likely to get cut as he runs.
Rhongomyniad     When stabbed by the burning Reaver, the Loch Dragon lurches with a rumble. The coil upon which Raziel stands snaps itself from side to side in an effort to dislodge him. When that fails, the entire serpent shifts its body, dragging the entire section that Raziel's incinerating into the loch's waters.

    His effort isn't entirely in vain though. Oherwyddllygad Llyndraig swings her head in his direction, just in time to get punched right in the eye with telekinesis. This cuts short the water attack on the castle tower and prompts the eel-like dragon to rear back with a roar that releases its hold on the Divine Lane. Rhongomyniad drops from the dragon's mouth, landing amidst its coils with a clatter of metal. Moments later, she surges free with a burst of magic, burned like a jet thruster to push herself free of that forest of muscle and spines.

    With Rean charging up the serpent's body, dragging his sword against its body and drawing ichorous blood, Oherwyddllygad Llyndraig snaps its head down from that roar of pain. Coils lurch, hauling the swordfighter into a spot that makes him an easier target. The dragon's jaw opens briefly, head recoiling as it discharges its breath weapon. One might expect fire from a dragon, but the Dragon of the Loch is a water dragon, and its weapon of choice is a ball of water shot like a bullet.
Raziel Raziel clings to the Serpent's side, his claws digging into the creature and holding on for dear life as the section of the body he was on is dragged through the water.  The reaver surging with steam as it is dragged through the waters and goes out, magic unable to keep up with so much of it's opposing element.

Raziel has to hold on until he can slowly get free from the water.  Thankful he did not have to breathe.  He leaps, aiming to latch onto a new section of the serpent and once more drags the blade along the scales, trying to pry through it to get to the unprotected flesh beneath.  

Battered, blue blood dripping from his sword arm, Raziel continues his assault, trying to sink the soul-devouring reaver into the creature's body.  
Rean Schwarzer The dragon lurches, bringing where Rean was standing closer to its face and very clearly rearing back to attack. Rean does the best thing he can think of and throws himself back into the water, avoiding the breath attack, but winding up in the water again. He surfaces again by the serpent's 'neck,' driving his blade into its back.
Rhongomyniad     Oherwyddllygad Llyndraig rears its head up and back with another roar, with a sword lodged in its side. Ichorous blood clings to Rean's sword, thicker than blood ought to be. It thrashes, surging the shores of the Loch with tall waves, with the Reaver buried into its body to sap its strength. Not only do the coils thrash less violently, but it almost seems like there is less snake in general.

    ~What curse is this blade thou wields? To draw strength even from a dragon!~

    The dragon rears back, sighting vampire and swordsman with the one eye it can keep open. The mouth parts, baring those needle-like fangs beneath the golden light of the noontime sun.

    ...

    Oherwyddllygad Llyndraig whips its head about, staring skyward, for the sun is in the west where it has begun to set. The glow which parts the clouds is the emerging point of the Divine Lance. Whirling about despite its injuries, the dragon roars once more at the goddess Rhongomyniad, standing atop the ruined tower with the Lance held high.

    "You have been Judged. The Tower that Shines at the End of the World rejects you from the World of Men."

    The Loch Dragon rears back, inhaling in preparation of its breath weapon, when the Reaver's influence causes the beast to choke out a mouthful of blood into the lake instead.

    ~Would that I were as strong as my lord.~

    The Light of Judgement strikes the beast from above, and as it descends, the dragon is forced down beneath it, forced through the fabric of the World. When the pillar of light fades, the drake is no more.

    "There is more to strength than simple might," Rhongomyniad states as she lowers the Lance, "A creature judged worthy of remaining within the World of Men would know this." Her gaze turns slightly towards the ghoulish vampire, "Sir Raziel." Slightly more, "Sir Rean Schwarzer. My gratitude to you both."
Rean Schwarzer The serpent getting erased from this plane of reality sent Rean back into the water for a third time, but he resurfaced quickly enough to hear Rhongomyniad give her thanks. "Anytime." He said, smiling. And with that he started swimming back towards shore.
Raziel Raziel continues to cling, trying to do what he can to bring the beast down, even as it is judged the King, he does not let up or pull his punches, not until the threat is gone.  Even as it questions him, his blazing eyes look right up at the dragons own.

"I would take the Kings Mercy, while you still can, beast," Raziel declares again, but it was too late for it.  He sees that the King of Britain has had the time she needed and is about to bring judgment.  Raziel leaps, head first into the water.

From here he gets a front-row seat of the creature dematerializing and fading.  Swimming back until he was on land once more as the Reaver, high on dragon spirit lashes at him.  There seems to be a moment of a struggle for control, until the reaver, angrily returns to a ravenous light on his arm.  

His eyes turn towards Rhon, as he bows.  "You are welcome, it appears that it did not agree very well with the Reaver after all."
Rhongomyniad     The King of Knights lifts her hollow gaze to the settling waters of Loch Ness, then turns her gaze towards the further-ruined castle. After a moment, she nods once. With both Rean and Raziel now out of the lake, Rhongomyniad turns in place and strides away from the shoreline.

    "I shall return to Camelot. For services rendered, a reward will be provided."

    Never let it be said King Arthur doesn't pay random strangers on an adventure.