Home of the Drows(Open)

Nayku, a prince of three he is a warrior in his own breed. The Drow Dragon Clan hast existed longer then the legends of the clan date back. In which many secrets were lost. Nayku is the soul warrior of the three who actually possesses the black dragon Long sword. An heirloom that has passed between the three for some time now, but now rests in Nayku's hands for good.

First he traveled with his brothers, Vahn, and Niko. Now he is alone. It is the night where the moon is left from the sky, and Drow Clansmen go into a frenzy of blood lust. They cannot control their emotions, and their rage is unleashed with an ungodly fury... not until morning will Nayku be able to stop himself....



The road its dark... this is the way I like it.. Dark alone... what’s that smell? Who is here. The Dark Isles is the home to the Drow, yet I smell not a Drow, that smell... its a meal. Nayku thought to himself as his sprinted forward. His body weaving through the tapestry of tree, and the shadows that be cast by the trees of maple beauty. Closer he came, drawing the long sword... He would show no mercy.

Not far away, Grit's Mace began to glow. Grit raised his head, yawned and looked at the road, someone was coming, the mace said so. Grit could hear the brustling of sword against brush. He hid to the side, behind some trees, as Nayku hunted him down. Grit could hear the growl coming from him, he grinned. This one might struggle a little, Grit thought to himself. Nayku kept on walking forward, swinging his head from side to side, trying to spot whoever hid within the darkness. Taking action, Grit rolled around the tree, so he faced the back of Nayku. He raised his mace, and brought it down with all his power on Nayku. A blue streak followed the mace. Nayku spun around instantly, holding his sword up, to block the mace. Nayku shot his fist forward, it sunk into the stomach of Grit, pushing him backwards. Nayku swung his sword upwards, attempting to knock it out of Grit's hands.

Grit held a tight grip on his mace, not allowing it to go away, he was surprised by this mans ability. Nayku jumped on Grit, and slashed his sword forward, it was long enough to cut into Grit's stomach. Grit growled, he was a lot better than he expected.

"Who are you? You lack no skill."

"Nayku, I'm in the Drow Dragon Clan. You were foolish not to flee when you had the chance, not that you would've gotten far. You'll make a good meal."

Grit laughed and pulled the cloak of his head, revealing his face. He silently shook his head and dodged another swipe from Nayku. Small bits of blood stained his cloak where he was cut (he holds blood still, even though he's a skeleton). He slammed the face of his mace on the ground, sending a shockwave out, knocking back Nayku. Nayku flinched, as Grit slammed his mace against his right shoulder, it threw him to the ground. Nayku rubbed his shoulder, and kicked Grit in the shin, tripping. Nayku beat him to his feet, and stabbed the ground right by him, as Grit rolled out of the way. Grit got to his feet, and groaned. The battle began...

Nayku rolled his injured shoulder. His sword arm was badly hurt, this would not be good. Luckly drows healed faster then butter would fry on assfault. Nayku had full use of his arm within the short stare down. This undead was pretty good, but Nayku just wanted him dead, he couldn't control himself. The world around them was nonexsitant, he didn't see anything but Grit.

Nayku strided forward, and then he went into a sprint running to him with all his might. Grit ducked a horziontal slash, a tree was right behind him. He was thinking get his sword stuck, and disarm him. To his dismay Nayku cut through the tree, and turned schowling at him. He would of gulped if he could as He turned towards him the swords violently dancing to a waltz of death. The sword cut into his garments either sliding through the gap of bones, or missing totally.

Nayku could bearly think, if talk at all. Everything was pure reflex. It was a shock that he even talked... until he said it agian.

"DIE!" Nayku clashed his sword with the mace agian as they were face to face with each other. The stench of the undead man would make any man quessy to his stomach, but Nayku was too lost in his blood lust to notice.

Dropping down he swept Grit off his feet in a fluid motion. Then as he rose he snapped his blade downward to the ground below him. The ground exploded upwards pelting him with a wave of rock, and earth.

Grit was amazed, the earth itself tore up from underneath him, almost as it imploded from that one spot Nayku's sword struck. It also took Grit with it. He was buried it rubbish, thats not what he cared about, it was the big cut in his stomach. Nayku roared, and swung his head side to side like a crazy man, he spotted Grit piled under all the dirt & rocks. Nayku unloaded it all away with one quick swipe, only to find Grit ready for him. Grit kicked at his feet, however, Nayku snatched his bony feet, and twisted them. Grit hollored and pulled away, he jumped right back at him, dealing him a heafty blow to the face. Nayku fell backwards, his face stung.

Grit found his mace, and hastily picked it up. He clatched it tightly, flames began to burst on the ball. Grit cared nothing for this land, and it would help him in battle. He swept across the trees, which formed a great tapestry, lighting it all instantly. He kept on doing it, getting as much as he could, before Nayku saw. Nayku lay on the ground, he looked in horror at what he was doing, and leaped to his feet. He snatched the nearest vine to him, which choked a tree, enflaming it. The vine was doused with flames, more torwards the end, and what did Nayku care? He brought the massive thing down upon Grit's unexpected back. The whip crackled, Grit was thrown to the ground. He didn't expect something like that to happen. Nayku grabbed Grit, and shoved him into his awful embrace. He began choking him, Grit shivered with pain, until he finally shot his elbow backwards, realeasing the death hold. Grit coughed, he leaned against the tree, that blow to the stomach really did him something. He coughed out some words:

"Why do you fight? Dauthi Slayers have already been here, and don't go blaming it all on me....Nayku...Too many things with the Drow Dragon Clan, I wish the world would give it a rest. Well, I suppose I could just make them.....

Nayku glared at him, giving him a look that would send shivers down anybody's...injured spine...

Nayku was imune to his words, and his glare death was all he wanted to Deliver for his mind was consumed with the soltice of the Clan. He jumped fowards agian twirling his body, bringing the sword back for haymaker attack. Grit got ready to block, but when he disappeared into thin air before his very eyes he was shocked. Even more so when he saw a blade pretruding from his stomach.

Nayku tore backwards with the blade ripping it out of his back. Grit spun around, and clocked him good with the mace upside the head, but Nayku shook it off before rising agian.

Grit swung his mace forward, but Nayku jumped back just in time. He spat on the ground, his cloak was sprayed with blood. He raised his hands, and chanted some mystical sounds, three symbols were printed on the ground, they glowed in the darkness. He looked at Nayku, who leapt forward, tackling him to the ground. He raised his sword, and sliced downwards at Grit, who backed in the middle of the symbols. The sword suddenly stopped, as if it collided with an invisible wall. A jolt was sent through it, and shocked Nayku. Grit smiled, Nayku gasped, and jumped backwards. He attempted to strike Grit again, with the same results. Grit ran at Nayku, and struck him with his mace, putting all his strength into it.

Nayku flinched, and collapsed backwards. Grit laughed wickedly, and jumped on him. He was knocked backwards as Nayku kicked him right in the chin, he fell backwards. Nayku got up, and dissapeared again, Grit jumped around like a possesed demon, looking for a sign of him. A chill went down his spine, he grew nervous. Grit shook his head, and held his mace out far, he spun rapidly around, creating a spiked circle to stop Nayku. It caught him in the stomach, and flew him into a tree, leaving a wound in his stomach. Grit ran to the fell Nayku, he looked dazed, his eyes were up.

Grit raised his mace, the ground heated up quickly, till it burned it heat. Blood that came from nowhere dripped down out of it, Grit wore an evil face. He brought the mace down in a blue streak, moments before it tore flesh apart, a flash popped out, blinding for a moment. When Grit could see again, he found himself staring directly at huge red eyes, and a creature that wound itself around trees. However, Grit didn't find much time to study it, for the next moment, the thing brought it's claws down upon Grit, slicing deep into him. Another flash occured, and Grit got up. He almost fell down, when he discovered the huge gash in his chest. He rested his arm over his left shoulder, and looked at Nayku. Nayku stood, holding his head in between his hands, sweat pouring out of his rough skin....

Nayku stood upright closing his mouth as he caught wind. His body took a good beating, but his healing abilites left them a thing of the past. The forest was a pefect place for Nayku as he stepped backwards away from Grit.

"Running for you life now I presume."

"You wish... Soon you shall run for yours." Nayku was exremly fast it was his main strength no matter how fast his enemy was he always seemed to be faster. Before Grit even knew where Nayku went to he stood right behind him. The sword was quick, but its fault unlike nayku it made noise when it moved. Grit spun around blocking the blow with his mace. The Helix sword mad a notce in the mace, and startled Grit, How? His mace was a spectacluar and mystic one how could a drows blade part the steel of his mace?

Nayku jumped back slamming his sword in the ground, and he placed both his palms together leaning to the side placing them slightly above his hip. A small orb of energy appeared between his hands.

"Most magicians use thier spitrual energy in from of the elements... But I choose to use it Raw." Nayku slid across the ground as he fired a massive blast of pure energy that trailed from his hand. It was very forceful, and had the abiltity to do a good deal of Damage to Grit.

Severed flesh and limbs carpeted the ground, Zane dug his feet into it all. Royal black clouds covered the sky, giving it an eerie look. Fellen zombies, ghosts, skeletons, and demons scared everything else away, their gorey dead bodies rested. Zane cotinued walking, out of the nightmare lands. A dead tree hid an atog, atogs were small but very deadly creatures. With teeth have the size of their head, huge mouths, and claws, they had long arms and legs. Flexible bodies fit them, hard rough red scales minorly protected the creatures. He stared ahead, spotting a tiny bit of light, far ahead. An atog snuck behind him from the tree, and slowly went down, hanging from the tree, readying to strike. Mirrodin flared, sending a stunning flash behind Zane, which stunned the atog. It fell from the tree, Zane shot his hand around, and snatched it by the neck, choking it. The atog shrieked, Zane channeled energy through his arm, blowing the atog to its leftover scales and claws. He continued walking, at a faster pace, to the light.

Zane stepped out of the nightmare lands, into a huge valley. Light filled in, blinding him till he settled to it. Shattered rocks and boulders were everywhere in the valley, they made the walking harder. A rock crashed beside Zane, and broke to tiny pieces. Looking up, he spotted a group of bandits, normally he would charge them, until he caught them. Why? Cause they're crimedoers, and he's the dragon king, but not today, it was in his best intrest to get to Nayku first. If they don't bother me I'll let them be, but no matter if they do... , he thought to himself. He was getting closer, only had to go through this massive valley, climb into the woods, and travel through them. At the end of the woods, he would find a harbor city, that rests on the huge sea, he would need a boat, but he would almost be there. Zane would sail across the sea, to the Dark Isles. Somewhere in there was the ancient home of the drows, where Nayku was...

Grit heaved, and kneed on the dirty ground. Nayku smiled, and walked torwards him, raising his great long sword high. Grit looked up in fear, and crawled backwards, he rolled around a tree, and started to flee faster. Nayku might of been right, he would flee too, or it would appear. Nayku hunted after him, dodgin many trees that stuck out, willing to cut whoever passed. Grit's mace glowed, and sent out a large misty cloud of darkness, that engulfed everything. Nayku walked straight into a tree, he jumped back and rubbed his face. Grit cast some more dark magic, Nayku felt the power, he would be able to find him. He stopped suddenly though, he could barely see, and he figured Grit probably could see. He stepped out of the forest, and flinched. It was raining, but every drop stung, and bit away at his body.

Popping out from in front of Nayku, Grit fired up his mace, and dug it in to his stomach, spinning it around so it toar flesh. Nayku yelped,and swung his sword forward, Grit recieved a tough blow in the leg from it, and jumped backwards. He shook, Nayku could tell he was hurt. He almost forgot about himself, and looked down at his wound. It was healing quickly, but it still hurt. If he's just gonna heal right away, then I need to keep on dealing him damage... , Grit though, sending out and burst of energy at Nayku. It knocked him backwards, snapping some trees. Nayku got right back up, but halted for a second, as he watched Grit, who appeared to puke out a small bug. Nayku looked at the thing, it suddenly leaped up and gripped on him. A painful shock was sent through his body, and he looked franticlly for the roach thing, but couldn't find it. He was shocked again, and from Grit doing nothing, he assumed it was the bug. He had to get rid of it, but couldn't forget about Grit, who was sneaking up from behind Nayku. Nayku felt him, and whipped around, slapping his elbow on Grit's face. He stumbled backwards, and shook his head, glancing at Nayku, who was shocked again.....

ooc: Nakyu does have armor yea know. A chest plate to be exact.

Nayku flicked the creation to the ground, and stomped on it with the heel of his foot. Rubbing it into the earth. Nayku smiled in the shadows of the darkness. Nayku grabbed his own forehead, and arched his back falling into a manic laughter. His eyes glowed with the same color of his surroundings. Hunching over Grits mouth suddenly dropped as he witnesses Nayku’s back start to stretch. His bones were shifting on the inside.

Two bony creations shot from Nayku’s back, and when they expanded, shrouded in the dark mist Grit could make out Two dragonic looking wings… A legendary transformation a Clansmen undertakes his anger, rage, and malice is unleashed all at once, and his body is overtaken with a blood lust. Tonight though was already the night where Clansmen were lost to their senses, and their power is amplified by two, but the Demonic Deity transformation, amplifies their strength by ten fold. Nayku smiled gently though his mind was obscure, and lacking intelligent thought. His body bulked slightly, and his armor was stripped from his body as his chest muscles expanded.

Nayku grunted, and the warmth of his breath became fog in the air. Grits shadow spell was only feeding to Nayku’s strength. For being a Drow or a Dark elf he could see perfectly in the night. He let out the a Drow battle cry, a Roar that burned the ears like fire, the sound left shock waves in the air rippling the shadow sphere around them. Nayku rushed forward only seeing the ruff outline of Grit, his vision was slightly blurred due to the tears that newly formed in his eyes. The process of transcending to that level was quite painful at first, but Nayku would soon adjust.

The black dragon longsword was gleaming with dark energy. The sword moved like magic tearing the mace From Grits hands such an increase in strength so quickly totally left Grit in shock. Under a closer view the once blue tattoos under Nayku’s eyes were now red. The longsword came again this time hard enough to cut through the belly of Grit. Parts of cloth stretched outwards, and flew with the motion of the strike.

“DIE!” Nayku muttered as what he brought down the strength to what could be the final strike. The Blade slashed through the air again leaving a trail of dark energy behind it.

Grit froze, as if a deep chill had just frozen him. He shook, pain ran through his body, his stomach was ripped apart. Dark blood poured out from the wound, a deformed cloak was now ruined. His eyes looked dazed, they glew like a stray light in the darkness, the dark smog apparated away. Grit layed in a puddle of his blood on the ground, looking up in horror at the monster that Nayku had become, he should've figured this would happen. Hot air buried Grit, as Nayku snorted on him, and slowly drew closer. Grit gripped his mace, and flung it upwards to his best ability, using dementia magic, four enourmous lightning beams shot out from the ground, and collided with Nayku's neck, flipping him backwards to where he skidded on his back. Knowing Nayku wasn't even close to out yet, he channeled through the deepest chambers of his mind, looking to the horrific rooms which hid his dementia creatures. He looked deeper, he saw villages being torn apart, memories from the war, huge creatures swallowing people. Almost there, yes, yes! Thinking of the worst things any right mind could survive with, he used it, by the powers of dementia summoning, and began to form it from another small beetle.

A huge blue outline formed, it began to take shape, red muscles and skin covered the creature. It had wide legs, with flat hoove like things the size of five full grown humans. Spikes were layed along its back, along with the back of the muscular arms. It had hands that could hold many people at once, its mouth stuch out, and was always open, revealing massive teeth, that lined across the mouth. The Kavu was only beginning to form, Nayku didn't even notice it, when out of rage he charged Grit, who was much too weak to react. He plowed him through trees, snapping them instantly by the touch, until he finally came to a stop. Grit surprised him, he held a manical evil face, and hollered with laughter like a maniac, he had a large smile that was always on, and he spoke mysterious words.

"HAHAHAH! The Pain! The agony and suffering, the tension!!! It feels so good, you should try it!!!"

Nayku looked at him like he was a possesed demon, and was confused as he continued to laugh, and walked limping away. His questions were answered as he was plowed over by the kavu, the impact had acted as if a meteor had hit the forest, sending a huge shockwave around, which destroyed a copse of trees. Nayku flew up, and waved around, dizzy from the impact. Now it was his turn to look fear in the eyes. The kavu launched one of its arms down at Nayku, he leaped away just in time, only to be tripped from the power of the attempted blow. Nayku took the the air, and avoided another swipe narrowly from the kavu. He brought his sword down at the kavu's other hand with all the power he had, nothing could withstand it, it sliced deep into its wrist. The kavu roared and jumped back, snapping forward with its huge mouth, nearly swallowing Nayku....

Zane had walked right into an ambush, but he ignored it. The bandits had a whole army of them waiting for Zane at the end of the valley, Mirrodin clashed against them, and killed a huge number of the villians. * * *

Zane awoke, and groaned, his whole body ached, he rubbed his head, and looked ahead. Many guards had planted themselves directly in front of the cell which held Zane, steel bars protected him from getting out, or so they thought. He rested his head on his left hand, and focused his energy. Outstretched his finger, which pointed at the guards, an explosion formed, blowing them all away, along with the bars that held him in. He calmly walked out, and picked up Mirrodin, which they had sloppily tossed aside. As he expected, they had about two scores waiting outside, but it looked like they had taken him beyond the forest already. Cool waves made a relaxing sound, as a battle began. Zane laughed, they didn't stand a chance.

"Fools, you should've known you couldn't stop the Dragon King, and to think, I was gonna be nice and let you be..."

He spun in a circle immediatley, holding out Mirrodin as far as he could, it activated another ability, and created many sharp whirlwinds that cut 3/4 of the troops up to naught but wimpering dogs. To stop them all, he pounded on the ground with all his might, it created many cracks in the earth, which then pushed out incredible energy, to take them all down. Zane left them behind by leaving them all tied up with an electric ring, preventing them from getting any farther. Ha, I have to thank the bandits, they got me so far so quickly" . A slippery green dragon appeared beneath his feet, it stretched far, and was very long. Zane stepped on the thing, and crouched down, they bolted to the sea, and began to cross it. There might be a couple obstacles, but he was nearly there, almost to the Dark Isles....

ooc: In this form, Nayku knows no fear, Only rage, and hatred.

The ancient beast's mouth closed in On Nayku. Its razor sharp fangs coming to swallow Nayku whole. Nayku held the long sword firmly in his right hand. It still glowed with the dark energy of before... With one stroke he would defeat this creature.

Swinging the sword upwards he channeled the energy some of his energy to be released through the blade. A crescent of dark energy cut through the beasts mouth and through the bulk of its body, until it cut through its behind. (Taking that’s its some bug like thing.) It paused, and its tried to whimper in the pain shocking through its body, but in the end fell in two parts. Two halves of the beast on either side of Nayku.

Nayku growled deeply setting his vision on Grit as he walked towards him striding with a passive look on his face. Leaning on his right leg he flipped his hair real quick. Grit took a step back his mind racing, so quickly… one strike… Was Nayku really that powerful.

Nayku chanted a few words of his own, and the sword seemed to absorb all the darkness around them. His shadow spell seemed to be totally absorbed by the blade. It was drawing even more energy from the night air.

“Black Dragon Strike.” Nayku whispered as his body rushed forward. The sword carrying behind him, The Black Dragon Strike a legendary attack, a master skill which only a few Drows in history have ever learned to master. The blow was delivered, and Grit fell to the ground his body burning away with dark energy.

Nayku stood upright sighing, and falling to his knees… finally the sun began to rise, and his wings were withdrawn into his back, and his pupils returned to his eyes. Looking at his longs word cloaked in blood he grabbed his forehead trying to remember, but he could not.

Turning to look behind him he saw the fallen grit laying face down on the ground. He sighed again.

“Gah not another… Cursed Blood ritual!” He muttered slamming his fist in the ground. Falling on his back he looked up at the purple sky resting as he so needed to.

Nayku stood still, and breathed deeply, sucking in as much air as he could, to sooth his wounds. Grit's body acted wierd, parts would be burned to ash, then rejuvinate new tissue. He rolled over, and unleashed his mace from his grip, it rolled away. He turned his head, and stared at Nayku, who looked over to him, and jumped back, frightened. Nayku leaped to his feet, and held the sword again, Grit wasn't yet dead! He clutched all fingers around the blade, and held it directly above Grit's stomach, ready to jabb it down into him, finally slaying him. Nayku let out a war cry, and pushed his blade down an inch before a voice boomed out from aside, halting Nayku's move.

"NAYKU! Don't kill him, we both know that its ME that you want." He turned his glance to Grit, who hopefully got to his knees and looked at Zane. "Run idiot, or I too will help with your death, your lucky I don't right now anyway..."

It was not like Grit to run from any battle, no matter how high the stakes, or chances that he would lose. But he could see that it was Nayku Zane was more intrested in, he figured that a mighty clash would form any second between the two. It probly wouldn't be smart to stay. Grit sighed, and slowly nodded his head. Half of his body became shadow, and faded into the ground, until he was completley gone, leaving the two alone.

They glared at eachother, a fiery glare that would make anyone run. Zane's cape wrippled in the wind, he whipped out Mirrodin. Inivisible power crackled in the darkness, dark music shrieked out in battle. Zane screamed, and dived forward at an incredible pace, leaving a blue scorched trail behind him (he was perching on a cliff), aiming directly for Nayku.

"BLOOD 'N VINEGAR!!!"

Mirrodin clashed with the dark blade, sending a burst of energy in the middle, blasting both warriors backwards. Zane stood still again,and dug his feet into the ground, a real fearsome battle had begun...
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Thats right, I'm back, though I won't be able to get on that much, so excuse me if it takes awhile to reply...

"Who are you." Nayku asked reading his sword, after the night of the blood ritual Clansmen were severely weakened. Truly Nakyu didn't have the energy to carry one, at least not in this from. You see the night of the blood ritual a Drow will achieve the Demonic Deity transformation where his strength is multiplied by ten fold at the cost of his skill, and sanity for the night. Now Nayku is charged with another battle in his weakened state, because the demonic deity pulls on a body he could not do with his own power. Despite the Drows of the Dragon clan's rapid healing process there was still little hope for him to recuperate without going to the next level, but... but if he went that far could he survive the backlash if he won? Would he survive that strain on his body. His ancestor Nayku the first made that same mistake, and harnessed the power of having Oni possessing him... that power killed him. Now Nayku this Nakyu is forced to make that same decision.

"Heh I'm gonna die either way, might as well go out with a bang." Nayku took a step back, turning his side to Zane as he charged forward, but a ripple of pure untainted energy broke into the air, a pure holy energy, a energy that threw Zane backwards with incredible force. Nayku was consumed by a holy light, and it began to break away from him in little beams from his back, they grew wider, and longer until the light faded, and the only evidence it even happened at all was the fact Nayku had two long white angelic wings hanging from his back, and his facial tattoo’s were a bright golden color. His pupils disappeared before, but not behind a vale of shadow darkness that hid his judgement, but a light that shown so bright that he could see far beyond the truth.


You see the Angelic Deity transformation not only increases a drow's power by two, but his skill... his phenomenal skill becomes un-measurable, and frankly Nayku, and Zane knew that Zane's chances of Victory were deplinshing rapidly with each passing second.

"My name's Zane if you care." Zane's hand came over the ledge of the cliff as he pulled himself up, wiping a small trickle of blood from his mouth, wherever the wound came from. He licked his lips breaking a smile at Nayku, but he didn't respond.

"Zane, I've never heard of you before."

"Not surprising word doesn't spread fast on the Drow Island considering they isolate themselves."

"If we didn't there would only be Drows, we do it to protect the people, and yet they fear us."

"Well hell look what you did to the undead, he's barely alive."

"That's his fault for trespassing."

"True, true. So I guess I deserve that same sort of punishment aye?"

"It would appear so, I would give you a chance to leave, but I don't think you would take up on it."

"Your probably right about that, didn't come here to just to leave as soon as I came."

Nayku sighed, but then forced a grin.

"To the death I supposed."

"Unfortunately that's another reason I came, Nayku you must die." Nayku laughed.

"Don't worry I've already sealed my fate, but I won't go alone."

"Heh then who the hell are you taking with you, sure the hell ain't gonna be me."

"We'll see."

"Yea, yea I'm sure we will." Nayku broke into a charge rushing towards him the Double helix sword mystically shrunk in width no thicker then a Katana, but the condensed metal was surely harder then before.

Well, I suppose its about time I finally reply, eh?

Zane stood his ground, and stared at Nayku, who rushed at him with a bloody roar. His eyes suddenly hit mad, and he raised Mirrodin. A circle of green energy cracked out from underneath him, and swallowed Zane in between a fiery surge. Large gaps began to split open in the ground, making Nayku skid to a stop. Nayku growled, and leaped over a gap in the ground, chasing after Zane. The two clashed, and pushed at eachother, shoving as much strength into it as possible. Nayku glared into Zane's eyes, and saw a curled dragon, hidden by orange clouds. Nayku gasped, and was thrown back the sudden slack. He jumped back as far as possible, but Mirrodin's huge figure caught him in the stomach cutting through the top layer of his plate, all the way in only enought to minorly cut Nayku.

He fell back, never taking his glance off Zane. Zane ran right up to him, and opened his mouth. A small fiery ball appeared in his mouth, and burst open, to unveil a storm of flames. Nayku jumped up, and held his elbows in front of him, scorching his elbows, but protecting the rest of his body. He charged through the heat, and slashed wildly ahead of him. Zane was petrified for a second from his attack. The flames evaporated, leaving Zane with a slash across his chest. He looked at Nayku, and at his wound, barely shaking. A drop of blood fell from his chest, and exploded as it contacted with the ground, shooting them both backwards. Zane landed back on his feet, where as Nayku rammed into a tree, and snapped it straight in half....

Hopefully you'll notice this fairly soon, I havn't been on ZU in a little while.

Lashing into the air carried by his speed Nayku flipped around twirling his body, and then landing gently before Zane. He took a step back, and prepared to cast some spell, but was to late as Nayku dragged the sword across teh groud forming a scar in it, and then the blade rose up to Zane, and across his face making a nasty cut from the brim of his nose, across this eyebrow.

Nayku stood thier silently for a moment, not looking at Zane, but instead the ground he stood upon. Zane was paralized as he dapped his fingers in the blood. He gritted his teeth, and then swung at Nayku with his weapon, but the metalic clang proved it was blocked by Nayku.... Such skill.

Nayku pushed the blade back, and then leaned in, and with a quick almost unseen horizontal slice he cut right into Zane's stomach, just barely though. Nayku was quite capable of ripping Zane in two pieces, yet he only taunted him with a show of swordplay.

Aye, I think its about time I reply to this, huh? (lol, I ALWAYS say that)...
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Zane dived sideways, seperating him from the sword. He rolled away, and pulled up Mirrodin, it trembled in his hands. It glowed green and shot out little bits of dragon energy. He nodded, and skidded away from an attacking Nayku. Zane stabbed the blade into the ground, and minorly cut it. It spewed out a red, gooey pool of heat. A wall of fire burst around them, encircling them. A beam of light shined from the sky. Morning was slowly upon them. Nayku swung his head around, examining what was happening. He looked back at Zane, who pushed harder to the hard crust. Royaling black clouds blanketed the sky, making it seem like night again. A clash deftened the area,
followed by an unlimited amount of hot rain.

Nayku roared, and flinched as he began some uncontrollable transformation.

Nayku shook, he obviously couldn't controll himself. His muscles burst, and grew in size. His face hinted red. He roared. Zane stood still, gazing at Nayku, confused. Nayku growled, and shot forward, digging his fist and sharp claws into Zane. His body flew backwards, slamming into a tree.

Zane moaned, and lifted Mirrodin. It vibrated, and lurched forward, carrying Zane. The blade went to fast, Nayku attempted to dodge it, but the huge size found him. The blade went right through, and sent Zane tumbling with it. Nayku faded away, even Mirrodin didn't have the spirit to get him. Zane brushed dirt off of his clothes, and climbed to his feet. Nayku was gone, the monstrous island rumbled, and waves crashed against beaches. Trees were quickly swallowed by thick water, the island was falling apart.

Zane shook his head, and sheated the sword with sheaths the size of a chestplate. A glow lit the middle of the island, from a small long dragon. It had symbols imprinted on the sides. Zane stepped up on his pet, and blasted off leaving behind a good fight, and a deserted island, that was left falling apart...

Zane stood proud of his accomplishment he sighed, and breathed in the air of victory as he was about to take flight, but then...the island quit shaking. The rocks and ground began to shake as Nayku's battered body began to rise from the ground. He smiled, and laughed out loud. The Dragon in mid-flight stopped, as Zane stood on his dragon dumbfounded.

"I'm surprised to Zane." Nayku whispered lightly, but Zane heard. Nayku looked forward clenching his fist he was excited. Wiping away a trickle of blood that formed on his lips, he flung his hand to the side extending the fingers as he lost himself.

"Surprised by how strong I've become.” Zane snarled at Nayku’s remark, and jumped off his dragon landing against the ground with a hard thud.

“You’re a fool, you should have stayed down... Seems my plan isn’t working anymore, why, why doesn’t the night affect you the same way as before.

“No, Zane You’re a fool, A Drow goes under that nasty transformation once a year, It's a cycle that happens to fall on night, under a fool moon. It doesn't matter if you revert the, forcing the dark back into the sky, It won't change me back to that monster.... I can't believe you think I would fall to that attack, I'm the last Drow you think I'm going to lose to the likes of you?" Nayku arched his back as the ground below him tore open, and huge chucks of rocks rose slowly as Nayku began to levitate. The energy swarming around him was outrageous, a dome of light circled around him, and as he rose it formed into a perfect sphere. Zane stood there in shock as he watched Nayku ascended to the ultimate form, the Fierce Deity transformation.

Nayku folded himself up as his body began to shine gold as his body began to shift, and change shape. Arching his back again he screamed his eyes glowed a brighter gold then what had already consumed his body. He was like a star he glowed so bright that the dark night almost seemed like day. As Nayku finished he fell on his knees, and looked straight at Zane. He was stunned, Nayku looked like a half dragon, His arm was covered with scales on top, but his under arm was basic flesh. His chest was covered with the thick dragon hide, as well as his spine. His hips, and groin where also protected, and finally his shins. His hands were now like a triple dagger weapon, with three sharp back talons. His feet where that of a upright standing dragon, with long talon's in the back to gain the full traction from the ground. His face was stretched back like that of a dragon, and his ears shrunk, it was a fearsome sight, and probably one of the craziest transformations Zane had ever seen.

"Amazing... So this is the Drow's ultimate transformation... I've never seen it before." Then Nayku spoke, his voice even changed it was so powerful, and strong, it had a commanding tone to it.

"And so the Last Drow takes the final step in his evolution... I'm am truly a Drow dragon..." Nayku folded his new arms around his shoulder, and flapped his long wings hard once, and gently, but he shot up into the air like a rocket faster then Zane could follow. Zane gazed upward as he watched what seemed like a star in the sky shine bright growing larger... Then he realized that wasn't a star, which was Nayku gathering energy far above the earth. The intensity of the energy was like a hot day, and was gathering at Nayku's whim it was like a mini sun.


"What strength." Zane Whispered as the bright light came crashing down towards the earth. the sphere of energy was so wide that it was the only thing he could see. it covered the horizon from all around him to every viewing point. He watched mountains in the far distance crumble, and disappears as he approached the earth. Sadly he knew he was helpless against such an attack.

"I guess this is the end... I never thought I would be so helpless in my final moments..." Zane breathed out, and took a standing meditative pose as the light passed by him. He bit down on his teeth accepting his death that was coming. It almost seemed painless as he was surrounded in the bright light he watched as parts of his limbs began to break away from his body, and pass through the energy, fading away into nothing, this was the end.

Zane shot up from bed in a cold sweet in an unfamiliar room, most likely an inn, not knowing how he got there. His arms were bandaged, and his legs felt numb. He fell back down on the bed gripping his stomach, gazing at the wound there...

I'm alive He thought in his mind, and then he heard another voice, like a subconscious, It sounded like that transcended Nayku.

"You should of never underestimated me Zane, As a Drow were are the ultimate warriors. You now see what power we each bear, and why I am now the last one." The voice faded the room, and the light returned to it. Zane looked around, and fell back on the bed with a smile spread across his face.

"We'll see... Nayku next we meet, we'll see."