Sutoratosu

Azauqyar- Rayquaza He was left hovering there, when Eric had left. Saying the god was dissappointed with the boy's response... would've been the understatement of the year. Afterall that time, after everything he had shown the boy..."Fine..." he sighed, leaving the throne room. "Let him take his sweet time. I might as well just promote Stratos to Captain of the guard at this rate though...chances are I'll be stuck as Regent forever..." A disturbance in the force rang out in his mind however. The natural balance had been tipped even further, he could feel it... as if something was calling out. "He's far closer now...what could he possibly want, after the last time..." He continued on his way, mind busying itself with the issue... Another Literal battle of the ages could be well close at hand..."But if he has awoken, what of Groudon?" It was just then that he thought of something else. "And she's still looking for those free..." Within an instant he closed his eyes and focused in on the location of his scale... the only one still out in the world after that night. The only one he had entrusted since then... "So she's in the magic capital..." he opened his eyes, having found his foster's location. "Freya." He called out to his scale, knowing the girl would hear him... His vision flared with her shape, the tattered cloak around her shoulders, the halls she walked through... the door before her. Stratos- Salamence The Lord Champion made his way out of the keep in a silent rage after the purple, undead bastard called Alucard had gotten off scott-free thanks to swain. The guards outside didn't bother asking about it, knowing full well from the look on his face... and the fact that no ghost was being dragged behind him in ethereal chains. "All of you, if a Gengar named Alucard starts any trouble in the city at all- I don't care what it is, if he harms a youngling, if he throws sludge upon another wall, if he trespasses in a citizens home, or if he kills an innocent... anything at all, I hereby grant you authorization to unleash full force upon him. That Specter is a disaster upon this city just waiting to happen. We can not be preemptive and remove his threat now because of his ties with the girl, but If I must, I will find a way to give ghosts fates worse than death in order to protect the small folk...and I suggest you all do the same. Am I understood?" "Yes, my lord!" every last one of them called, standing at full attention as he left, though as to where... no one but himself knew. Freya- Flygon The dragoness had made impressive time getting through the castle after her little stunt. The layout was surprisingly similiar to the same halls she had played in as a trapinch... "how ironic that their castles are like mirror images of it..." She whispered "Or... for the most part they do, at least..." Two large slabs of wood stood before her as she kept walking. The only room it could be was the throne room... and it sounded like there was talking going on inside. "Freya." the voice rang through her skull like a bell's chime, clear and loud as the wind itself. She hadn't even noticed that the strange green gem inlaid into her choker had began blazing beneath her cloak, a slight breeze circulating all around her... yet only she could her the sky lord's voice, not even a psychic would've been able to intercept it... not when he was reaching out with his own being. "F-father..." She reached up, touching the scale. It was the first time she had ever see it in actual use. All she had been told was that through he would always know where she was... and what she was doing. Or what was being done to her. She backed away from the doors, drawing away her other hand from the wooden surface before she could knock. "Father... is that you?" "Indeed. I can see you... getting inside their castle this far was no small feat, I trust?" "Actually... I'm afraid it was, father. Pathetically so. You would've wanted to roast both the stationed guardsmen outside alive if you had seen them..." "Well, that's on them for shody training. regardless, about the request I gave you weeks ago..." "I was just about to request an audience with King Shidew to see if he knew anything about them. Right when you... called, actually-" "By barging into his keep and intruding in his throne room?" Freya could feel the dissapointment in the god's voice. "I thought I trained you to know better than that. Lesser things than intruding inside a royal residence have constituted acts of war..." "Y-you had something to tell me...?" She stutered sheepishly, hoping to steer the subject back on course. "Remember?" "Abandon you're quest for the birds. Kruga has fallen, and on his deathbed he realized the power hungry fool he had been. I feel that neither of the requests he gave to me before hand hold any standing in light of such." Freya stepped even further back from the doors, shocked. "F-fallen? but how, with you as his guard-" "The fool went and attacked a tribe of gyarados who were not open to offers of joining. They struck him near dead in defense of themselves and their young. He left the castle before I could have thrown together a suitable guard for such potential risk... and hence..." "So he died because he was a fool." The warrior scoffed, now walking out of the corridor back towards the entrance she had broken through. "The man was many things, girl... especially just before he went. But yes, in short that is the major cause. regardless, you are free from my request because of it. Remember the Cove, my dear... remember your brothers and sisters. Remember the champions. Remember the face of the Titan." "Remember the colossus of death," Freya picked up, almost back at the front entrance. Two different guards were outfront now. neither one made a move to stop her as she headed back down into the plaza, thinking that if she had gotten inside, she had obviously had some type of official business to warrant it. She kept reciting her promise as she walked down the stairs. "Remember the screams. Remember the flames. Remeber the waters that tasted of blood and the sound of innocence being slain. Remember the banners and remember the plates of gold and the skin of steel. For I come to prey on a monster. And my fangs are sharper than death's. For I have the blood of dragons." There was silence. Then "Excellent. I trust your abilities. Brantyn Von Richi will die by your hand in due time... farewell, my child." And the scale lost its glow. the winds around her died down. The Sky Lord's voice faded from her ears. And she kept reciting her mantra until she left the city gates.

Ah, k then. And I've edited a few things in the battle thread to make... more sense with what's going on. Seeing as how I've set it up and how I originally wrote all the inner conflict made no sense XD It's just minor stuff like thoughts and certain pieces of dialogue between him and java, all the moves and actions from the fighters are exactly the same as they were.

Yeah, don't worry bout it man, it was inevitable at that point anyway. Now that I've moved mareek to the field though... I just thought of something. both in my post moving him to the arena and in the battle itself, there's a lot of emotional shit going on in his head... would Lucas be able to pick up on that, like... at all, being a ralts and all? I mean, I'm just asking cause I'm really just curious, since it really doesn't matter since Murdoc already said Kage would try to catch up to mareek after it was done anyway. Just a thought I guess.

Mareek, Beginning of a fiasco "And so the die has been cast..." He whispered to himself, looking up at the latest announcement. The same nurse who he spoken with at length just last night looked up from the Riolu sitting on the counter, still wrapped in the large cloth. Mareek forced his eyes off the screen, already taking out Nemo's ball... though it was the last thing in the world he wanted to do right now. "I'm sorry about this, but... would you mind if I left her with you? Just until after this is done?" The nurse thought it over for a while, her eyes scanning the young fighting type, being met with a set of blank, scarlet eyes that unsettled her. "Could there have been more wounds than just her body?" "I...suppose..." She nodded, though obviously troubled. She could join the freaking club for all Mareek cared though. "Thank you then, mam..." he said before walking off. Java was recalled in a flash of red as he entered the corridor, shaking his head and letting out a sigh of frustration. "I shouldn't have done this... I really, really shouldn't have... but nope, here I am, because I was stupid... let's just get this whole thing done with so that I can move on..." He said nothing as he made his way into the arena and onto the field. Just stood there, waiting for Kage... and staring at his reflection in the glossy surface of Nemo's capsule "I already know he can't win this thing... but if I say anything, I'll suddenly be the bad guy for destroying whatever self-confidence he's managed to build so far...go figure, it's either sit here and watch him suffer physical pain, or watch him suffer psychologically...Damn it, I fucking hate this feeling! It's like I'm powerless...like there's nothing I can do..." He looked up and let his hand drop to his side though, despite the shit storm brewing in his mind. "No...no... keep it together, now isn't the time or the place to show anything. Keep it looking neutral, keep it apathetic... less people ask questions that way...I won't have to deal with them that way..." And so the mask of cold detachedness he had used so well up against Lana came back on... his face completely devoid of anything. But his eyes still did the talking. And for the first time, he was actually happy his next opponent was blind.

Oh eh, Bibs, brah, you're back? Well damn, how ya been buddy? (Yes, I am straight up just now noticing any of this...) glad to see you're with us again... Galen's acting skill though... RIP all the former RoG Players

Eh, take your time... Guess we might be under the rule of the glorious, emerald scaled sky god for a while longer though. XD which wouldn't actually hurt the place, given he's starting to identify with the people... Lols though, this whole thing with Azauqyar and Stratos... it looks like it might go precisely as how I wanted their personal histories in Project Sky Slayer to... one rules, the other carries out his will. Totally not gonna have Azauqyar die like Barristan selmy did because of Kruga though, nope... nope... or give his power and abilities over to Freya/ her brother as his heir during his last act in life... totally not. Also, I will be signing up with a PC who will be a wandering healer soon. So expect that sometime today... #SkyKingdomSubplotIntensifys EDIT: Boop. Here he is. Name: Sebastian Vongue Age: 78 Gender: Male Rank: Wanderer Kingdom: ??? Pokemon: Gothitelle Bio: Little is known of Sebastian's past or who he even is. The only concrete piece of fact anyone can find about him is that he apparently once served the Rulers of the Land Kingdom back during the Era of the infamous General Brantyn Von Richi, though as to what this service entailed, and how long it lasted, no one can find anything further. And those who have tried have mysterious gone... missing. Regardless of his past though, Sebastian wonders the world in his advanced age, caring little for the politics and going ons of the war raging around him as he simply traverses from one hamlet to the next, offering his healing powers to those in need... It is said he can restore any wound though, cure any illness, some even speculate he could raise the dead if he tried... and many more speculate that those who make such speculations are crazy. No one seems to be aware of the terrifyingly advanced powers of hypnotism and illusion weaving he commands though... Oh, wait... Maybe there's a reason for that. Additional: Offers free healing to the small folk wherever he goes should they be in need of it. Is commonly cloaked in a faded brown cloak bearing the barely visible arms of a long since dead military unit... Moves Revealed: Heal Pulse, Heal Bell

Brantyn- Rhyperior "That little witch was powerful..." Brantyn muttered to himself. The spot where he had escaped from this very, sullied cove just five days ago still scarred the barren earth. He still felt a shiver whenever he thought about the encounter... not only had she managed to find him, she had managed to hunt him down, catch him off guard not once, but twice in the span of just minutes... and even managed to nearly kill him with that Life Draining technique of hers... "Too damn powerful... the bitch was going on about this cove, wasn't she?" He gazed down into the still, brackish water as a solemn wind managed to find it's way through the valley. A sound like that of a woman singing filled the air, just for the breifest of moments as the air currents circulated among the branches of dead trees. Brantyn turned on a dime, arm cannon at the ready and firing a salvo of jagged, slate grey stones like bullets, making nearly no sound except for that of the projectiles colliding into the trees around, shattering bark and splintering wood. a few fell over from the heinous assault. "Hmmm... perhaps it truly was only the wind..." He hid his arm within his cloak once more, turning back to the black lake He didn't even notice the altaria lying with a stone through her heart at the entrance of the clearing though. From the looks of her position... she had been shot right out of the sky. Stratos(Salamence) and the Draken Guard The entire plaza was silent after Alucard's little debacle. Stratos stood there, an utterly miffed expression on his face as he glared at the stain on the once gloriously white facade of the royal keep. A growl welled up in his throat as his eyes turned a gleaming orange, the stones beneath his very feet shaking... "You little maggot..." He snarled, spreading out his feet. "You come to my city, insult my soldiers sworn to protect her, vandalize her beautiful facades, and then dare to intrude inside the Royal Keep? I do not care if you are friends with the Heir's Twin Sister, you will not escape JUSTICE!!!!" "Stand back, else you'll be ground to dust!" the Dragonite with the scar ordered, already heeding his own advice. The other Guardsmen didn't have to be told twice, knowing what was coming... especially from Lord Azauqyar's use of the technique... "JUSTIIIIIIIICE!!!!!!" A blur of blue light pulsated outwards from the Champion's mouth as he roared the word into the heavens, billowing out in a shock wave that fanned across the ruined wall as time itself seemed to distort, within seconds completely erasing any sign of the sludge and restoring it to it's pristine former state. Not a single speck of the garbage was to be found anywhere. Stratos' eyes lost their fiery ember blaze as the roar wound down and time seemed to return to normal in the area... seething with rage. "Who here is a ghost type?" he demanded, turning his attention to the Guardsmen. "Step forward!" Within an instant three other Gengars presented themselves to the High Champion, resolute looks on their faces as they spat in disgust at the childish nature a member of their own kind had just exhibited. "Come with me! I will have this childish fiend in chains by high noon, damn it!" He charged off into the keep, gengars floating along in tow as the guards left behind cleared the way... and shut the doors behind them. "That little fool could've just cited his association with Lady Ulkina..." the Dragonite sighed, returning to his post before the wooden slabs. "But nope... the kid simply had to go and massively blow it all out of proportion. OH well, he's just lucky wraiths can't die..." he smirked darkly to himself, chuckling. "Too bad they aren't immune to time though... time makes everyone and everything her bitch...except Dialga." a few of the guard members chuckled in agreement, but again stopped when he glared at them. "Arceus help him if the Sky Lord finds out he's causing issues though... Arceus help him indeed." Meanwhile in the keep... it seemed it would take a little while before Stratos and his Ghosts would be able to locate the Vandal... leaving him to face whatever devices Swain might have up his devious sleeves at the moment... Freya- Flygon "Do you ever get tired of just standing here though? all day, every day? No breaks at all?" "What, you think i'm some sort of super soldier made for guarding doors? Hells yes I get tired! Hell, I'm so tired that I didn't even want to waste the energy walking to go deliver that girl's request!" "Wait... you were going to fight her, and you were tired? How does that... logically make any sense?" "Eh, it was a bluff, alright? a Bluff... and look, she left, didn't she?" "I don't know though, friend... she was rather pretty I think, in her own mystic way...I was a bit sad to see her go." "Never pegged you to have a taste in Dragon Types..." "What, wouldn't you go for that? I mean really, even with that cloak, she wasn't too hard on the eyes..." "No... but then again, my fiancee didn't leave me at the alter... so I guess I wouldn't understand your pathetic desperation..." "Good God, I've heard enough of this..." Freya thought, shaking her head in disgust as the two carried on speaking of her as if she were some object... "I wouldn't even give the time of day to either of those nimrods if I had the option right now... oh well. Let's see how they like this..." Her wings buzzed briefly before giving a mighty flap, spontaneously generating sand and hot winds as Freya kept watch from her hiding place around the corner. Within and instant the entire plaza was engulfed in a miniature sandstorm... big enough to do what Freya needed it to do, but small enough to be inconspicuous to any but those immediately around it. The sand particles she had released earlier gathered and whipped around both the steel types legs, fixing them to their spots as the Sand Tomb hardened. The sound of woman singing filled the space as Freya took off in the storm, slipping past the guards and into the keep at long last. She shut the doors behind her in the grand hall just as the turbulence of sand outside died down... both of the dark types utterly confused as to what had occurred... or why their legs were encased up to the knees in hardened sand. "If either of those idiots was in the Draken Guard, Father would've executed them in a heart beat for incompetence..." With that last thought on the matter, she flipped up her hood, again concealing her face as she headed down the hall, trying to find the throne room...

Well... that whole conversation at the gates literally was just blown way out of poportion... I mean, lols man... you legit could've just said you were Ulkina's friend XD they would've let you through... oh well... now the fun begins. Stratos don't take kindly to childish shit like... vandalism.

The Stationed Draken Guards at the Keep (NPCs) "Away, knave." One of the guards, a dragonite bearing a long scar across his pox marked brow, said to Alucard as the petty ghost tried threatening his comrades. He gazed at the tiny flames, unimpressed as a massive yawn escaped his lips... mocking the conjurer. "What, specter? do you honestly believe none of his here have been burned or paralyzed or frozen by Lord Regent Azauqyar's attacks?" A few of the other guards laughed, though they stopped when the Dragonite glanced back at them. "We have been attacked by a god, over and over again, our bodies broken and rebuilt in his fires... do you truly believe anything you could do to us would surpass what has already been done. Besides..." He nodded off towards the distance. A Massive shape was flying towards them, red and blue in the morning light... "If you want to talk to lord Azauqyar, why not just speak with his second in command instead?" Stratos- Salamence He landed with a massive thud on the stones of the plaza, eyes gazing over the scene and instantly falling on the Gengar and his tiny conjurations. The Champion walked forward, easily dwarfing every last dragon there as he tucked away his massive wingspan. powerful streams of breath billowed from his nostrils as he glared at Alucard. "What's the commotion here?" he demanded. "And why does a foreigner dare to raise his hand against a soldier tasked with keeping the civil peace in my city?" It seemed as though those blood red, blazing eyes were boring right into the ghost... "He wants to see the Lord Regent, my lord." the Dragonite answered, nodding towards Alucard. That only drew an even more scrutinizing glare from Stratos. "What possible business could you have with the Sky Lord, Ghost?"

OHHHHH fun! Someone wants to mess with the Draken Guard... *Cracks Fingers*

Azauqyar- Rayquaza "That sensation..." The Sky Lord stopped in his search, instinctively turning his head to the east... "It has been... eons since I last felt it. But it can be no other..." "Ah, Kruga, you young fool..." He chuckled under his breath, bemused by the bitter irony of the whole thing. "just weeks after you are gone... and here the beast awakens..." He didn't quite know about it though. While the man had been a fool, in the end, he had realized it on his death bed... would Kruga's order to seek out his fellow gods of old still stand? And if so, who could he possibly send? Azauqyar was one of only two who could possibly track the leviathan, and only then, only when there was a disturbance... and he couldn't very well just up and leave his post, not with the business at hand. He could send Stratos... but the giant's command over the systems and defense of the city were so fluid that the Sky Lord didn't dare want to run the risk of sending him away when it could come crashing down...besides, his place was defending his people. That left a commander... but again, they'd only get lost... "Enough..." He said finally, shaking his head. "He gave that directive when he was still a fool lusting for power. I have the far more pressing matter of a Lordling who needs to be raised to the throne at the moment." He turned his head away from the east... and continued searching for Eric, passing in full view of Ulkina as he flew down one of the adjoining corridors...

Freya- Flygon "You're kidding me," Freya called as once again the guards turned her away from the Castle doors. They looked like two bisharps, medium builds... she was sure she could take them, if she had to. "How hard is it to request an audience with your king? It's not like I'm here to assassinate him or anything! I just want to talk to see what he knows..." "Knows about what, foreigner?" One of them asked in a generic, gruff voice. The other simply kept his blade at the ready... looked like they might have trouble with this one. "...Birds." Freya answered hesitantly. The both of them just laughed like it was the funniest thing in the world, slapping knees and doubling over. "Birds, she says!" "You want to waste his Majesty's time with talk of birds? That, my good lady, is a riot!" "What, you gonna ask him about the legends of Zapdos and Articuno and Moltres?" "Yes..." Freya said simply, unbemused by the banter. Sand began to fall from the confines of her Cloak, snaking toward the two unseen... eventually the laughter stopped without her having to mash their heads together though. "Yeah, look kid, that's great and all, but beat it." This was from the guard who still had a blade extended, his voice a synical, reedy thing in contrast to his partner's. "I don't feel like getting a bunch of shit just because you wanna waste the king's time. Hell, I'm not even going to bother relaying your request, now get lost! Or else me and my buddy here will... have to straighten ya out." He tapped his length of steel against the axe like blade jutting from his war helm. His 'Buddy' was just now drawing his own weaponry... "Arrogant swine..." Freya thought as she simply turned, and walked away back towards the plaza. "Ridicule me like that, will you? Let's just wait a little while for you to forget this... then later..." She smirked as she headed back down the avenue, searching for a suitable perch to keep an eye on the two guardsmen. Little did either of the men know as they watched her leave though... that Freya's Sand was scattered around their feet. And writhing, ever so slightly...

well, got my post up. Azauqyar is currently roaming the castle trying to find Eric so that he can get an answer finally. And Stratos. I just had to. With something named Azauqyar, what did ya'll expect? But no. this is not my return. that is still a good while off now... soon though... regardless, his character sheet: Name: Stratos Valgiri Age: 32 Gender: Male Rank: Champion Kingdom: Sky Pokemon: Salamence (Can Mega Evolve) Bio: Born into a family of warriors, Stratos knew from an early age he would have some hand in serving his empire and his king. Though he was often mocked as a boy due to his large size, his commanders saw his giant stature as a potential boon on the battlefield when he enlisted, hoping that he could become a secret weapon of sorts should the cards be done... and he went above and beyond their expectations with his raw power and ability to learn quickly. Much to their dismay however, through a slight of fate Stratos ended up assigned to the Draken Guard rather than a standard branch of the Sky Army. Like all his fellow guardsmen, he endured and survived Azauqyar's brutal endurance and weakness training, conditioning his body over time to resist things that one would think would easily smite one of his typing. Though the young dragon noticed a multitude of things wrong with his lord captain's system he thought could be adjusted, he held his tongue on the matter, simply doing his duty. Within a mere few months of joining he was promoted to the God Corps, recognized as one of the most elite soldiers Azauqyar had under his command. Recently however, he has proven himself time and time again during the latest times of conflict with Dratini meadow, in which the Sky Lord delegated his powers to the giant, and again during the weeks following Kruga's demise... so much so that Azauqyar has something in mind for the Dragon...promotion out of the God Corps... and to his second in command Additional: Stands larger than an average Salamence and has a longer wingspan. Wears a bracer embedded with a mega stone on his armor. The nostalgia is too damn high.

Azauqyar (Rayqauza) The last few weeks... Freya and Brantyn (Flygon and Rhyperior) Freya (Flygon)

@everyone in the sky kingdom who has posted so far after Yash: I don't wanna sound like a dick here, but from how yash worded everything at the end... I am 99.9999% certain that ya'll got your times wrong. The scene doesn't open right at the end with Kruga dying, Yash, as co-mod for this, mind you, places all of us at the sky kingdom as the same as everyone else, IE the present day with news of the new kingdoms beginning to come out In otherwords, Kruga's death, as far as I can tell, was weeks ago shortly after the Dratini Meadow conflict. so yeah... just felt I should point that out. If you wanted to do a flash back though, that would be fine, but as it is with people just stopping their posts like that's the actual time we're in right now... it's gonna cause some confusion, cause my current post (That I'm still typing because of shitty wifi, mind you) is set in the present day along with everyone else in the RP except for a brief flashback for my own PCs detailing what they've been doing for the past several weeks.

and spoiler alerts, the draken guard will experience a few suicides in my next post for Azauqyar

Indeed, it was. Well, until Eric gets around to accepting it, I guess... I'll just have Azauqyar going around dishing out some rough justice for mutinys...got the perfect music for it too

Well, if you need a captain... I guess I could maybe help ya out I seem to be rather decent at captains so far... (Not considering the fact that there's a dead king on my watch) seriously though, does this make me Barristan Selmy now? XD EDIT: oh wait, I see... so Eric must be the chosen successor then. alright. Can always just edit it if I get it wrong anyway

Dayuuuuuum! If Azauqyar had been there though, all those mofos would've been disintegrated...hyper beams hurt like a bitch #RememberKruga Who's uh, who's the new king though? whom I am to prepare? Or... am I to choose who? This straight up, not gonna lie, reminds of King Robert's death from Game of Thrones, just with how it went down and everything... hopefully the aftermath goes much better than it did there though

This actually flew under my radar when it first happened, but I'd like to second this. It's like 1 player being able to play more than a single legendary; it's the same exact issue in fact, too much power in one person's hands, and too much power in one person's hands right from the start makes things unbalanced for the entire way onward and kinda fixes the story to the point of being unfair to other player's efforts. I mean, the whole reason I suggested limiting legends per player in the first place was because right from the start I knew I had an absolute powerhouse as my main PC here when I made Azauqyar, just from the lore about the weather trio alone (I mean, come on, those three are practically gods in and off themselves with the amount of raw power that would logically be needed to do what it's said they can do). There was no good reason for me to have been allowed to get another legendary while Azauqyar was still alive, and since I don't really see him dying, at least any time soon, there was no good reason for it to be allowed period. Power Playing is like corruption, it's starts out small, but it snowballs over time as the person goes over a slippery slope and either fails to realize it, or simply fails to care.

anyways, moving on from that: I got a third character to sign up to round out the character arcs I have planned... Name: Brantyn Von Richi, "Colossus of Death" Age: 73 Gender: Male Rank: Wanderer Kingdom: ??? (will likely somehow join Underdark eventually though... if he lives long enough) Pokemon: Rhyperior, Shiny Bio: An old man who, as a young and rash warrior raised out of a life of poverty thanks to his skill, swore his allegiance to the first rulers of the Land Kingdom back when the war first started five decades ago. Over the years he proved to be a devastating force on the battlefield, showing no mercy whatsoever against his foes and carrying out any order, all in the name of helping further his Ruler's mission. His brutality and ruthless nature, coupled with the fact that he had a fondness of smiting foes with nothing but raw physical force, easily earned him the name of "Colossus of Death" from his commanding officers. Brantyn eventually rose through the ranks, reaching the rank of captain of the Kingdom's forces and going on to claim victory in many battles with his own squadron of the best warriors, "The Colossus Corps". When the dictator Thaal rose to power, he made no move to stop the druddigon, citing that his loyalty was to his nation itself regardless of who led it. One faithful day not long afterwards however, he was dispatched on a particular expansion mission into a distant territory thought to have been unoccupied. The Colossus Corps left at dawn with himself at the head of the column, reciting an old war tune as they headed off through the forest... And neither he nor a single one of his elite fighters was ever heard from again. There are a dozen theories as to what happened to the small army now known post-mortum as "The Ghosts of the Colossus", some think Brantyn got lost in the frozen reaches of the mountains after diverting from his course in an attempt to launch a surprise attack on the sky kingdom. Some think his men somehow went made and Brantyn was slain in a mutiny and his army scattered to the wind. Some think that the dictator Thaal purposefully sent the captain on a suicide mission because he could not trust him. Some even think he simply got tired of the killing and secretly led his men somewhere across the sea... maybe even had a hand in establishing a certain kingdom... the theories are near boundless in number, but yet still... There is one that is whispered on the lips of people far more than any others when they recall the legend of Brantyn. Many think he angered the Gods above with his many sins, and was struck down for his misconduct against his fellow pokemon both on the battlefield and off of it. Some think the old Legends lured him astray and confused him before finally drowning him in the ocean alongside all his men, to be devoured by sharpedos. Some think it was not even the gods who did it, but just one god...one god who wielded wind and draconic fire And one young dragon type warrior thinks Brantyn never died at all. One young Dragon warrior thinks he still yet lives, and that he wanders the world as an exile and a defeated champion... And one young dragon will not stop until she finds him and tears him apart limb from limb. And one elder dragon will not stop until every last one of the Titan's men from his old unit are dead with him. Regardless of what is true or what is not though, it can not be denied that some have claimed to recently see a Rhyperior with Gold Armor and skin like steel somewhere in the Land Kingdom's holdings. And it also can't be denied that the last thing those same claims also all said was that he fights much in the same manner as the Titan of Death... Additional: Though he has slowed somewhat in his advanced age, his skill is still a great danger. He has series of massive, long since healed scars running all across his body, front and back, even on his face. He wears a large dragon fang on a chain... one so sharp and sturdy that it couldn't have possibly come from any normal dragon type.

Pretty much, yeah. Just really want to make sure there's some actual procedure to it since it's already made an appearance once in the last chapter, because it can become an issue... The main question I guess is how stat distribution would go, since the appearance thing, in hindsight, is rather poorly worded and rather obvious... since people could just choose to see whatever they want the mega evo to look like. are you as the host going to decide on the spot, or are you going to have an automated thing where pretty much it just enhances whatever that pokemon is naturally strongest in, like it's defense capabilities, it's offensive, it's speed... etc.

And ah... my question about mega evolution?