The Fell Dragon

Closed Sombron roleplay blog / TOA-Affiliated / Ashen Wolves Faculty (TWSITD) at the Officer's Academy / POST ENGAGE SPOILERS AHEAD

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this gonna affect the fell dragon population— sombron & veyle

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how is he alive? she thinks as he speaks, because she remembers killing him. she remembers the courage it took to finally decide that his life needed to end. the courage she gained only because she had the divine one at her side.

she needed him again. it is not easy to face her papa alone. her hands tighten into tiny little fists, her eyes going wide when he mentions her ‘dear sister’.

there is only one person he could be talking about. 

her sister is not the alear of her world, but she is her family— the divine one— all the same. the two alears are practically the same people anyways. thus, she is fiercely protective of them both. a fact that influences her next action.

“what did you say to her!?” she snarls, grabbing misericorde at her waist as if finally waking up and seeing the threat her papa imposes.“i don’t regret taking your life papa!” she takes a single step forward, fell dragon blood singing to her. “i will do it again if i have to!”

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Veyle's reactions were exactly as Sombron thought they would be. She was so young and entirely too emotional. Fell Dragons were never meant to be so pathetic. It was revolting. The way his children clung to one another rather than stand up on their own and fulfill his bidding. He had brought them into the world and he had every right to take them out of it.

"Will you, Veyle?" Sombron said, his blank expression lighting up with a malicious look in his eye. His eyes squint, the third on his forehead stilling its rapid movements to focus solely on Veyle, and Sombron smiled. It was a smile that held no warmth and no kindness to it. One that showed an intense mockery toward his young daughter, his venomous fangs on display for her to see. His gaze was as dead as it ever was, pointed directly at Veyle. "Will you finally cease cowering like the sniveling weakling you presented yourself as to your family? You forget yourself. You're alone here now with no divine dragon to protect you. Yet you draw your weapon with the intention of attacking me."

Sombron slowly made his way over to her. One methodic step at a time, his robes dragging across the grave dirt. His wings splayed out behind him, making himself appear even bigger in the rapidly approaching shroud of night.

"This is your fault."

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I'm (not) Sorry Women

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Cont'd from here!

"A girl?" Sombron's monotone tone takes on a tilt of interest. Another fell dragon that wasn't a child of his, he assumed. To imagine that they existed in other worlds was strange indeed. "You believe her to be of use to me? A Fell Dragon not born of my flesh... Were she to fail me I would not hesitate to slaughter her. You're very familiar with this, Zephia."

There was a threat laced into his words. The strange girl would be slaughtered and Zephia would face retribution for bringing him another failure.

Zephia's comment on his character was ignored. She was correct, in the end. He found no interest in sharing his knowledge with human children but that was the role offered to him and it was one he would take for the time being. Those that scuttled about the Abyss weren't of a normal caliber either. Some had a darkness to them that Sombron coveted.

"Wyverns are creatures I have never given thought toward. They, like all things, are tools. A means to an end." Sombron said dismissively after a moment of thought. Wyverns were mindless creatures who would follow the desires of their riders to the very end. They would follow orders perfectly. If only they weren't so animalistic. "Still the students will bond with the beasts under my supervision."

Zephia's assurance wasn't comforting. Sombron was giving her far too many chances and he knew this. Still, she was his only ally next to their benefactors. Were he to squander her loyalty he would be left powerless. The manaketes of Fodlan might not bend to his will so easily.

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"Lord Sombron!!!" She takes off running before she can think that anyone would think her insane while sprinting through the middle of Abyss. She shoves through people with no regard for their safety, until she is at her lord's side, instantly kneeling before him.

"Lord Sombron, I'm so... glad to see that you made it safely here to the academy." For once, she actually is glad to see someone again, rather than filled with rage at their mere presence. She resists the urge to cling to his thighs, to cry about how much she had actually missed him, because she is better than that. She is not the type of woman who cries over such frivolous things like that.

"Is there anything that you require of me? I am more than happy to serve if so."

The sight of Zephia kneeling was a familiar one. Sombron was unsurprised to see that she was once again responsible for his resurrection.

"Zephia," Sombron breathed, squinting down at her as he basked in the familiarity. She was a loyal pawn and a powerful dragon in her own right. He would offer her praise if he truly believed she was worthy of it if it meant anything to Sombron. It did not. "There is much to be done. First, tell me about these lands. You must be familiar with the people up above. I must stay below and gather my strength. Death has taken much of my power from me and I cannot afford another confrontation so soon."

Sombron lowered his hand and shifted his fingers, motioning for her to stand.

"I have taken a position of teaching down in the Abyss. Wyvern riding. That was one of your specialties, was it not?" Sombron could vaguely recall that. It certainly wasn't something he cared for.

"Until I can safely travel these lands you are to gather information for both me and our benefactors. I see my troublesome children have made themselves comfortable in this world as well. Keep an eye on them."

[fellcorruption]

A bad omen colored the morning. Soured by a worm-eaten apple, Rafal’s mouth curled at a bite of its bitter flesh and he took quickly to discarding the rest. A normally delectable treat was tossed aside with passing regret, but the very next disturbance of his day belonged to an immeasurable caliber. A truly rotten apple that could not be forsaken with remotely the same ease. No, this one even had a name.

His expression hardened as he left the monastery and the reach of its light. His remaining plans were canceled on a stone-faced whim he would not explain to students or faculty alike. Attuned, ultimately, to a presence inkier than even the blackest of sins which once painted Rafal’s hands - one who had driven him to commit those sins to begin with. In the end, no passage of time could eliminate his grasp on that foul aura; remembered, identified, and now followed on undeterred footsteps to its source. Soon faced with the cruelty that polished his own, Father was a familiarity that dawned so long ago he might as well have been a stranger.

“So you have been restored, Father.”

What-ifs and what-thens; such useless and ramshackle meanderings of the mind eluded him, a dragon more concretely rooted in reality known to the waking world. But for the first time across countless centuries he wondered what words and possibilities might pass into creation next. On the cusp of filial longing, a single welcome understanding exorcised all uncertainty. Weakness. “—or rather Sombron. For I suspect you are not the Fell Dragon that sired me.”

He couldn’t be, he understood that now. His Sombron had felt.  .  .different. Stronger, perhaps. Regardless, he would have recognized his 'heir' during the moment they locked eyes and that illuminating sense of cognition evaded the face on this one. This Sombron remained in the dark. A dark that Rafal would illuminate for him.

“Regardless of which you are, my answer is the same. I am Rafal, the Fell Child of another world who once performed to the tune of your desires. Sullied by those resulting sins, I have every reason to resent you.“ He stepped close, only as much as two Fell Dragons ought to be - beyond range of each other's transformation. Shedding vulnerability, shedding light, he retreated to a cold realm he knew better. Deception. Cocking on a tone, a head, and a familiar return to roots. 

“Instead I propose this. Let us be. . .allies.”

Memories meant little to Sombron. Every moment that passed was as unremarkable as those that followed. Sensing a young Fell Dragon approaching Sombron took a moment to pause. As the young one spoke and introduced himself, Sombron allowed him to speak. For the briefest of moments, Sombron began to recall why this one was so familiar to him. The vaguest memories of two children torn apart by Corrupted rose to the surface. Regardless, the relation meant little until Rafal began to offer his help.

"You have every reason to resent me but you do not. Instead, you come to me to serve me." Sombron repeated Rafal's intentions. He let the words roll around in his thoughts. "I have no need for children who will only fail me. Your father must have made that clear when he still drew breath."

Had Sombron made a mistake allowing his young twins to die centuries ago? Would the Rafal of his world have helped him succeed in his plan and get him to another world? Would he have been content knowing his father would leave and forget him completely? Such a thing would be what makes a true Fell Dragon. Sombron would never admit to such an error out loud but he would not let the opportunity pass him by a second time.

"I have grown weak in my time lost to the void. Help me gain my former strength and I will accept you as my son even if you are not of my world," Sombron said. He stood tall as he spoke to Rafal. "If what you say is true then you already surpass your worthless siblings. Your father had died, but you persevered. A true Fell Dragon."

A Fell Dragon that could replace Sombron once he continued on his search. Sombron cared little for reviving his race but loyalty to him and him alone was exactly what children should be. Sombron was giving Rafal the chance to make him proud.

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this gonna affect the fell dragon population— sombron & veyle

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@fellcorruption (hey girl. what. )

the knights of seiros were all busy with preparing and triple checking monastery defenses, so it was up to veyle as a deaconess to find the culprit that has been apparently desecrating graves. it sounds easy enough, with veyle not minding the dark.

but her mission includes an encounter that will change her life at the monastery forever.

her heart catches in her throat upon a familiar foreboding figure filling her eyes. her hands hang limply at her waist when they should be searching for misericorde in defense of herself. “….papa?” she whispers in what could only be described as shock.

this is a corrupted surely, or a ghost, or something. her mind tries to come up with an excuse as if to run away, but her fell dragon blood tells otherwise. he does not feel like the corrupted, nor some inhuman thing she hasn’t felt before.

it’s weak as if he had less power, but it is there. the undeniable presence of the fell dragon. this is no illusion, nor is it a walking corpse. it’s her papa, in all his flesh and blood.

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The plan had been simple enough. Drain what little energy the corpses had left and sap their strength in a way that would go unnoticed. Sombron's plan would have worked had some young humans not been there desecrating the headstones. He had been using magic to lift the pieces of broken stone to replace them in their original positions when he heard the soft voice of his youngest daughter. Sombron turned with a graceful twist. His wings settled behind him as he watched her in silence, allowing the tension to build. For a moment, he said nothing. Veyle looked no different than she had the day she had helped murder him.

"Veyle," Sombron said, his voice resonating through the eerily silent air of the graveyard. She was still the frightened child that he had been sorely disappointed by for a millennium. His smallest daughter who couldn't hold a draconic form nor harness the fell blood in her veins in any way that mattered. Were he a kinder dragon he would have felt pity for her. Her existence was a mistake and coupling with her mother had been a fatal error on Sombron's part. Sombron felt little for her. Nothing but distant disappointment. "So this is where you had run off to. A new world untouched by Fell Dragons."

Sombron made no moves to approach Veyle. He instead kept himself rooted where he stood, his hands unmoving at his sides. His stance was that of someone who knew he was in no danger.

"A new world for me to scour for my Emblem. Just as I told your dear sister, if not for you I would not be here. Whatever happens to this world, you will bear witness."

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Hair swayed as she passed through the halls of the Abyss, she knew little of it besides one of the Dragons she held dear could usually be found here. Yet curiosity had her wandering around as she spotted students clad in a uniform of different color than her's and people living their day to day below ground.

Making a turn as she finds a new corner to explore she was surprised by a familiar figure. One Fell Dragon Alear had wished to see turned out to be a Fell Dragon she wished would have stayed buried lower than the Abyssians were.

Sombron. The man she once called 'father' out of fear rather than love a thousand years ago stood before her, his presence towering, the view of him sickening. Where the ghost of a Hound long gone had haunted her here she had made peace with the sight of Griss as unpleasant as it was. But Sombron was another story, he had risen once after her own hands had defeated him—just like he did her—a second revival was as undeserved, what he had done so long ago and what he had done now...

unforgivable.

"Sombron." Where warmth would be as she spoke a name was replaced by Gradlon's cold. The man who only cared for himself and treated his children as disposable tools he could get rid of the moment they turnes useless to his goals—defective. Her stomach churned as she remembered her sister's suffering, what the Fell Dragons of another world had to suffer and the destruction it brought to said world, how scared her past self used to be until she learnt what being loved was. "..."

She did not know what to say. That she despised him? How much he had hurt them because he refused to focus on anything but his goal and connect with his children? Those words would go from one ear to the other, the feelings of the children he thought as 'defects' held no importance as to him they weren't even people. Why did he have to return of all people? Why did he gain another chance? Why?

Her mother came to mind, she was dead while he lived—an unfair result. If she could raise her sword at him and defeat him as she had done twice she would, but under these halls her hands were tied. It was a sickening reality to think her worst nightmare came true. He was back.

"...How." Brows furrowed. He was much taller than her but she didn't feel terrified, she was disgusted. A meaningless question left her lips, she did not expect an answer—in the end it was more a question to herself than the man who left her wondering. "Why are you alive?"

The Abyss suited Sombron's needs perfectly. The darkened halls were familiar and his search had begun there. Most Abyssians kept their gazes to themselves, avoiding Sombron's figure as much as they could. The sound of his name being called, full of cold hatred, slowed his pace. Sombron turned his head and let his eyes fall upon the owner of the voice. The traitor. One who would reject the blood in their veins and crawl in the dirt with the other Divine dragons. He met her cool rage with indifference. His expression remained unimpressed and unchanged.

"Why indeed." Was his only answer for her. There was no reason to spill his secrets now and she could writhe in her frustration for all he cared. He wouldn't give her the answers she was looking for. He relished in her frustration, the despair would surely set in soon. She would have to contend with the fact he was there and had returned. Sombron wondered briefly if she would run to tell his other failure of a daughter that he had returned. Would they cower together? Would they try and kill him for a third time? The thoughts passed him by quickly.

"Are you regretting your choices, child?" He asked, his third eye swiveling in his skull to point directly at her. There was nothing Alear could do and this much Sombron was aware of. He did not care what she would end up doing but she wouldn't get in his way again. A thousand more years could pass and Sombron would be just fine waiting as he amassed power.

"I had already told you I would leave never to be seen again before you and your fool sister had stopped me. This is your fault." Sombron added monotonously. To push the blame onto Alear was easy enough. "I would have never found this world had you not killed me. In the end, you have still given me what I want."