Board Thread:Off-Topic Discussion/@comment-32337650-20181018232807/@comment-32337650-20181107104139

Azura glided around the vicinity, boosting morale and scouting for trouble. By now, the whole of the fantasy dimension knows that it's at war, and troops from the East, West and North should be arriving at any time.

Fenyarus did the same. She is perched on an alder tree, monitoring the portal and the support teams handing out arrows to the centaurs. Each arrow is enchanted to fly in a straight line unaffected by gravity, or when magic runs out, fletched with stymphalian bird feathers as a substitute.

Azura landed in a clearing, turning back into elf form. So far, so good.

Suddenly, a loud, happy voice burst through the foliage. "HEY AZURA, LONG TIME NO SEE!!!"

Azura's eye twitched. She knew who that person was and she hated him.

A winged serpent crashed out of the undergrowth, aiming at Azura with a bright smile on his face. He was promptly sidestepped and would have landed face first on the ground had he not twisted his coils under him and corrected himself into a sitting position in the last second. A truly difficult maneuver which he pulled off with ease.

He was covered primarily in green plumage, though the sun still managed to catch the glistening of emerald scales in certain places. Long red feathers ran along his back from neck to tail, ending in an explosive burst of orange, red and yellow. Likewise, his crest is made up of long feathers in similar design and colours, some even drooping down the sides of his head. This is Diras, the strongest creature on the East side, no, perhaps the strongest creature in the entire fantasy dimension.

Today he decided to cover his body in swirling patterns of light brown, not unlike the colour of his scaled underbelly. It would have looked impressive except for the fact that it was drawn in mud, not known for it's ability to maintain it's shape on feathers. As such, the patterns are peeling off in places and steadily degenerating into a mess.

"What's wrong~" He nagged, trying to get in front of the elf's face but only making her turn around instead. "I'm here to fight humans, yeah. I swear! We're on the same side for once, why are you still ignoring meeeeeeee"

He flapped his four wings indignantly, the rainbow plumage rustling in response. Azura glowered.

"Whaaat, don't tell me you're still sour about that fight I beat you in." He mentioned smugly. "That was decades ago!"

"Tch" was the elf's only response

But as annoying as Diras is to Azura, his presence is actually a good sign. Diras, like Azura, is the strongest creature on their side, and thus holds a lot of authority over the denizens. He and his forces' contribution to the war may provide them with the right amount of manpower needed to gain a victory, because Azura's scouts have detected a possible new threat. A mountain tainted with white rock, and an empire of black skinned creatures controlling the taint. Intelligence have also reported at least 10 dragons of a species hitherto unseen, as well as a vast army rivalling the forces of the southern side.

"Before you ask" said Diras "I actually didn't forget to bring my army with me this time. What a record, right?"