Afiag vs Ancalagon the Black

[Melkor]

Conitnuing where Afiag and I left off. And it's about time, too! This battle's been raging since early January!


Name: Afiag, the Angel of darkness.*More comenly known as Count Super Jet Jaguar...*
Age: Older then most dirt.
Height: 5'11
Descrition: Pure black eyes, black wings, silver armour, claws, huge muscles and long black hair.
Wepons: The Hell Blade. A sword forged in hell, that no mortal, or most imortls for that matter, can weild. If they try then they will be consumed by hell fire. Also said sword can sind wave after wave of hell fire at a oponit. And one bad *** Shotgun that shoots out bursts of hell fire.

History: Not much is known about Afiag. *Ie, I am working on it!*

Personality.A compleet opisit of CSJJ's insanity, Afiag is cold to any one he meets. He belives that no one can be trusted, be man, women, or creater. Also all that feels his heart is hatered and rage. And he will kill who ever gets in his way, no matter what.Even if they were once his very friends.

Abilitys: Can controll any kind of fire, wether it is a simple match to a blazeing HellFire. He can summon HellFire from the very cracks of the Earth itself. Can sumon it to his claws/feet for a super powerd blow. *Next few were NOT thought up by me...* Energy beams/blastes, a quote 'vast and inproble arsinal', *Thank you Ubergeek.* also the ability to sumon a mystical sword from thin air......

Note if you would like to see Afiag in ation then go here: http://frost.bbboy.net/gardinerx-viewthread?forum=1&thread=4&postnum=0 (http://frost.bbboy.net/gardinerx-viewthread?forum=1&thread=4&postnum=0)

Ancalagon the Black*

Sex: Male
Age: Several millennia
Race: Dragon of Morgoth
Height: 300 ft.
Length: 750 ft.
Weight: 30,000 metric tonnes
Wingspan: 1200 ft.

Description: Ancalagon is a mighty and fierce dragon. Terrible in his power, the dragon's head alone scares away his enemies. Sporting a crown of ten horns on his fanged, fearsome head, mighty scimitars dripping with blood hanging from the roof his mouth. A bloated black forked tongue slithers out of his awesome jaws. Tufts of fur regularly appear on his body, forming a great mane on the base of his head, then extending down the length of his snake like neck. Massive wings protrude from his shoulders, spanning over a thousand feet or more. Mighty, long-limbed arms capable of crushing mountains extended from either side of the massive, barrel-like chest. A long, muscular and serpentine tail stretching yards and yards across ended in a a great bludgeon shaped like a three-pronged spear, capable of slicking an enemy in two. Split hooves, like that of a balrog's, serve as feet for the demon-dragon.

Fighting Style: Ancalagon prefers a brutal onslaught on his enemies. Once the dragon starts, nothing can stop him. And as the favored one of Melkor, he is also gifted with the dread gift of warping creation, the ghastly fruits of the Flame of Udun. In a way, he is the epitome of Death itself, the Great Anarchist who destroys all in his Master's way.

Weapons: Ancalagon is a dragon; he doesn't use weapons, preferring instead his natural attacks.

Strengths: The Black Dragon is the fierce servant of Morgoth, the Great Enemy. He is gifted with the power of Morgoth, indeed making him a force to be reckoned with. Most important of all, he is also endowed with the Flame of Udun, the very thing that Melkor used to corrupt his peers' creation. Aside from all this, Ancalagon also has several millennia of fighting experience. He is brutal, and will stop at nothing until all are under Melkor's will.

Weaknesses: As powerful as the Black Dragon may be, he also has several weaknesses. For one, his size restricts his movement, thus making him quite vulnerable to quick attacks. Ancalagon also has a tendency to go berserk, thus further hindering him. His large wings may also be quite vulnerable, but that is something a breath of fire can easily solve...

Background: Ancalagon the Black is as mysterious as the Master himself. Whispers say that he was born in the darkest pits of Angband itself, the very record that is known to most ( the Silmarillion record ). But like whispers, these are in reality, far from the truth. In actuality, Ancalagon was created in the beginning of time, as old as Morgoth himself. From the very first thought of Melkor, Iluvatar destined a great dragon to be his pawn, and thus the Black Dragon was born, the twisted spawn of Melkor's first thought. So to say, he was as old as Melkor himself, what one would deem a Valar at this point. But as earlier said, the dragon is as ambiguous as Iluvatar and Melkor themselves. Segue to several millenia later. Iluvatar deems it is now time for creation to start. The Valar have disowned Melkor. Melkor, on his part, commits a dread sin by mocking Iluvatar's act of Creation, thus severly altering Ancalagon's state. No longer was he the Benevolent, the Wise, and the Most venerable, and in place was the Great Anarchist, the Terror of Arda. Time slowly progressed. What we now know as Ancalagon the Black is born, the mighty lieutenant of Morgoth.

Attacks:

Fireball-- Ancalagon releases a super-hot, super-condensed ball of flame able to turn mountains and hills into piles of slag to obliterate his enemies

Fire breath-- Ordinary flame breath. Ancalagon spews a blinding sheet of flame into his opponent/s; more of a diversional attack

Firestorm-- Ancalagon flies to the air, then begins to change the weather, before finally unleashing a sea of flame to destroy his opponent/s entirely; Ancalagon may use this attack if he wants to give the opponent a slow death, but the strength of the attack may alter at his will

Windblast-- Ancalagon generates powerful gusts of demonic wind to corrupt his opponent's/s' flesh; the spectral cries of anguish of his many victims often accompany these gusts of wind, tearing and gnawing away slowly at the opponent's flesh

Hellfire-- Ancalagon combines thunder and demonic fire together forming either huge fireballs or a searing stream of uncontrollable energy before wielding them at his opponent/s; a very powerful attack

Special Attacks:

Flame of Udun-- As a terrible servant of Morgoth, Ancalagon has been gifted the ability to wield his master's ultimate weapon into good use, completely annihilating his opponent/s from the face of the earth USE ONLY ON RARE CASES

Dragon Fire-- As the commander of all of Morgoth's dragons, and indeed every dragon, Ancalagon commands them to fire at his opponent/s at the same time USE ONLY ON RARE CASES

Onslaught-- The Black Dragon's most powerful attack. Ancalagon sets himself on the fire of Melkor's corrupting energy ( Flame of Udun ), before sending waves upon waves of the Flame of Udun in every direction imaginable USE ONLY ON RARE CASES

Miscellaneous:

Iron Fortress- Ancalagon heals himself on the Iron fortress of Angband. Use only once every five ( 5 ) matches.

NOTE: The profile for Anc will soon be redone



Peace,



Melkor



:darklord:

[Melkor]

Melkor
Thunder rolled across the night sky. Below, fire and ash loomed in the barren wasteland, turning night into day for a singular moment. What once had been a prosperous mountainside teeming with life had been reduced into a molten slag hill, slowly cooking away the remaining few who had escaped the onslaught of yestereve's attack. Thousands, if not tens of thousands perished at once as the 'fire of the gods' came upon the mountain and completely obliterated its face, wildfire spreading everywhere and burning millions of precious acres of trees across a dozen more mountains. Above, Ancalagon howled, his bellow echoing the sound of the earth being ripped apart by unseen giants. The Black Dragon watched with sadistic glee at his handiwork, as slowly the anguished cries of more and more of his butchered swine echoed in the night sky.

Ancalagon took to the sky, burning everything he laid his eyes upon. The sky turned blood red as his fury grew, and the urgency of the Master's errand begain to weigh itself upon him. Storm clouds began to form. Violent lightning crackled in the now red sky, as even then streams of fire capable of turning whole hills and noble castles into slag and whole piles of dust descended into the earth, scouring it like bloody whips of hellfire and leaving the unfortunate earth it touched permanently dead.

Ancalagon stopped, his glee momentarily halted. The assault upon the unfortunate earth siezed for a moment, but the sky remained violent. The Black Dragon snorted. His keen eyes saw what most did not see, heard the voice whom many dreaded to hear. Ancalagon's face twisted into a malicious grin; then in one move of contempt, the Black Dragon sent a fire blast directly at his new opponent. The grimace grew into a frown.

For a moment, the malice within Ancalagon grew the greater: for the attacker had somehow managed to stop even the weakest of his attacks.

Below, Afiag, Angel of Darkness eyed his enemy face to face. His black armor and ice cold personality made no response to the hellish bellows of his raging, airborned enemy above. Rather he smiled, and streatched his own wings, stretching at least fifteen feet or more from pinion to pinion. It would be a long night; but the challenge was worth it. In a blink of an eye he drew his mighty falchion, the Hell Blade and proceeded to walk towards the meancing Black Dragon.

Meanwhile, Ancalagon snorted in disgust at his enemy. Once more he spread his wings to their fullest length, spanning a good thousand feet or more and bristling with arcane energy. The Black Dragon's eyes became white with fury, and even then the sky churned out once more the deadly whips of flame that only Ancalagon can control: the Flame of Udun, in its undistilled, '*******ized' form. As quickly as the assault upon the earth dissipated it began again-- but the demonic fires had now a new target: Afiag.

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Afiag

Afiag raised the Hell Blade, letting it absorbe the Flame of Udan. "Fool," he said in an icy voice that made even Ancalong shudder. With one swipe of the mighty blade the Flames of Udan were sent back to were they came from.

Roaring in pain, Ancalong grew even more furious. He sent a mighty tail wip at the incolent worrier, only to have him rase his infernle blade. FOOL, DOSE HE THINK HE CAN STOP ME WITH A SIMPLE BLADE?! HE SHALL FAIL BEFORE MY WRATH., Ancalong thoght.

Afiag, starring forth, did not budge as the taitans' tail came forward, to crush him.



Peace,



Melkor



:darklord:

[Melkor]

Melkor
Afiag stared in disbelief as his infernal blade was shattered in two. from above, Ancalagon let loose a horrible shriek, knocking the demon to the ground. Ancalagon took to the air, releasing swift, blazing gusts of spectral wind at Afiag. The fallen angel roared in pain as the ghostly faces and their neverending screams of torment made their impact known, shattering every bone in the demon's body and searing the already burnt, corrupt flesh. In a truly awesome display of power, Afiag was lifted high, high into the flaming sky: and as quickly as he had been raised to the heavens, so quickly had he been slammed down innumerable times into the jagged, molten earth below. Afiag wailed in torment as a pig in a slaughterhouse as the broken pieces of his Hell Blade piereced his flesh. Ancalagon's face twisted into a malevolent laugh as his opponent was crushed again and again.

A bright light started to illumine the Black Dragon's body. The Flame of Udun which was absorbed by Afiag's infernal blade and re-directed back at him only made him stronger. Ancalagon bellowed in might as even then the frail body of Afiag fell to the earth one last time, his fall creating a tremendous, burning crater nearly a mile wide, the demon simultaneously burned and carried by the ravaging ghosts of his victims. The night sky stank of charred flesh and bubbling pools of blood and vile excrement. Suddenly, Ancalagon shot forth a magnificent breath of flame from his gaping maw, brighter than the noon day sun itself and crashe against the splintered shards of the Hell Blade. In a moment it was gone, erased from all eternity, from all possible realities and dimensions. Uncreated.

Ancalagon bellowed his victory. His wings spread out once more, his hooved feet crushing boulders below. Just as he was about to take off, a blast of hellfire hit the Black Dragon squarely in the side, sending him careening off the air and nearly crashing to the ground. from the rabble of the charred, smoking crater below, Afiag flew out and spread his wings.

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Afiag
Afiag, ablaze with HellFire, was flying straight at Ancalong. His fist flew straight into Ancalong's cheast, knocking him backward. He then summond Hell Fire from the very cracks of the Earth itself and consumed the dragon.

Ancalong fired the Flame of Udan at Afiag agane, only to have it blocked. Ancalong was shoked! Some puny mortal had BLOCKED his masters flame.... It made no sence.

Afiag flew straight at the mighty dragon, claws ablaze with the Flame Of Udan, for another bout. He would not lose, even if it ment him taking Ancalong to hell with him.



Peace,



Melkor



:darklord:

[Melkor]

Melkor
Ancalagon flew straight towards Afiag, spiraling down the clouds and burning holes throguh them as he prepared to clash with Afiag. Below, Afiag was steadily climbing up to meet Ancalgon, rising by the thousands of feet per second. And then it happened. In an instant, they clashed; a bright light cracked from the explosion. Shockwaves rippled across the hot air, and the sound of breaking bone was heard. Ancalagon roared, as he launched his fist through Afiag's stomach, causing the smaller being to bow down in pain and to spit vile, black pools of blood. The life within him was seemingly knocked out, as his body began to fall from the sky. but Ancalagon was deceived, as Afiag flew straight back at him and hit his lower jaw with a powerful uppercut. Ancalagon's bloated tongue, which moments before was resting on one of his huge scimitars for teeth, oozed black ichor as the hideous wound made itself know. Roaring in annoyance, Ancalgon bellowed, uprooting the bleeding tongue from his teeth. In a split second, he had Afiag in his hands again-- and placed the lofty demon inside his mouth.

Afiag roared in pain as Ancalagon's clenched fists held him and slammed him again and again into the face of a high mountain; and when he had bloodied enough, he placed Afiag in his mouth, where the demon dragon began to chew. Afiag narrowly missed a gigantic fang hitting his heart-- but failed to avoid the poisonous venom from one of the Black Dragon's great teeth. Ancalagon bellowed in mgiht. Suddenly, he let loose a tremendous ball of miscreating fire from his jagged maw, with Afiag caught in the ejection. Now spiraling freely through mid-air thousands and thousands of feet above the ground, Ancalagon began to chase the unconsious demon. A malevolent grin appeared on the Dragon's face. Ancalagon flew right past Afiag, but the gigantic bludgeon at the tip of the Black Dragon's tail did its work, successfully slicking Afiag's body in half. The right half Ancalagon savaged with his jaws, blood spilling from his lips. With a swish of his tremendous tail, what remained of the charred and bissected Afiag began to descened like a meteor on earth.

But Ancalagon was not yet done: he chased down the remaining half of Afiag and added his own weight to it. And they fell. A huge crater, big as a city [ NOTE: exagerration ] opened up as the earth was swallowed by the fall of the two titanic beasts. Ancalagon arose from the rabble, as even then the mangled right half of Afiag fell down with a sickening thud, miles away from the huge crater. Below, Ancalagon looked in scorn at Afiag. He had literally been buried in his own blood and guts, which had spilled out from all possible locations of his halved body. Ancalagon noted the broken bones and the number of internal organs that must have exploded or pierced by the broken bone, in some cases outside sources like a huge pointed rock which narrowly missed Afiag's still intact heart, but pierced his lungs. Ancalagon looked at the beast's head, and with his tail, cuit it open and took out the brain.

Ancalagon roared in triumph. But even then he started to have his doubts when a strange glow began to wrap itself around Afiag. Could it be that the demon could still be alive?

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Afiag
*Ah yes, mabey this is one of those 'imprble' moves Uber was talkin about?!* In a flash of grate white light, Afiag's bones minded them selves, his flesh, became hole agane, his wounds dissapeared.


Afiag lunged at the great dragon. Ancalagon tried to beat him down with his tail, only to have it sliced off. *Nother one of those moves I did not think up.* Afiag had pulled a misticle sword out of thin air. Agane.


While those two were rageing war on each other, a strange light, blacker then anything seen before, was starting to take a simi fisicle shape.



Peace,



Melkor



:darklord:

[Melkor]

Melkor
Both monsters stopped as the shadowy thing in the midst of the battlefield continued to grow and suck in all the light. Ancalagon roared as the red sky reverberated back to its orginal black, against his will. All life seemed to be seeping away from them as the sphere of darkness continued to pulse. Suddenly, a huge explosion rocked across the barren plain, blasting a huge crater into the ground some five miles deep and more than ten times the diameter. Ancalagon bellowed as he and Afiag were blasted away, hitting huge chunks of what was once the greatest mountain range in the world, systematically blown away and turned into ash. Ancalagon and Afiag didn't fare any better; they were charred beyond belief. Ancalagon's wings now bore great holes in them, lost one eye and crushed various internal organs and bones in his body. Blood and pus and what seemed like excrement drooled from the Black Dragon's mouth, while a torrent of blood fountained from the missing eye. Afiag lost both wings and had his sword hit him squarely in the chest, coming out of his back and severing the tip of his tail. The whole right side of his face was blown away, and his great mandible hung a good two feet below his skull.

From the desolation of the great mountain range, a great bellow like the shredding of mountains came forth...

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Afiag
A being of great destruction. It was twice the size of Ancalagon, and infintly stronger. The only word to describe it was Death.

As Afiag slowly healed, he looked into the blazing eyes of this new apponit, knowing that he was not looking at some mere challenger, but a God.



Peace,



Melkor



:darklord:

[Melkor]

Melkor
The huge metamorphosing beast loomed at Ancalagon and Afiag, ready to strike at any given moment. It released a powerful shriek that shattered eardrums and earth alike, causing its two opponents to squeal in agony. It was as tall as a mountain; as black as the deepest depths of the sea. Its evil knew no boundary, and it stank of blood and death. The Thing put forward a huge, clawed foot, causing shockwaves to reverberate across the barren wasteland. Its horned head, as horrible as the blackest nightmare of the most damned of all devils, burned with an infernal light. How thuis beast came to be no one knew; but Ancalagona nd afiag both knew that it would take more than their combined efforts to bring this filth down to its knees. The Black Dragon rose majestically above the rubble from which he had been buried moments ago. Above him the sky churned with fire, and thunder scoured the living earth in hopes of claiming yet more lives. The air burned with an intense heat, as clounds began to descend from the heavens in the form of wrathful flames. Ancalagon bellowed, and spat back this beast's challenge back at him. above the Black Dragon, a furious orb of pure energy was starting to form.

The hideous demon began slowly to advance, putting one massive foot in front of another in an almost mechanical fashion. It dwarfed even Ancalagon the Black, said to be the greatest of all the servants of malice. The Thing opened its head, a mixture of a boar, a ram, a man, and a devil. It had three faces, two more at the left and right sides that resembled a snarling wolf and a blood-red bull. Ancalagon watched in contempt and disgust as the Thing salivated massive torrents of green saliva; if this filth were indeed a god, then it would surely have been an idiot god. But Ancalgon could react no further as a wall of black serpents, each one armed with the same poisonous saliva, cam rushing towards him from all three hideopus faces...

NOTE to CSJJ: Sorry if I took so long to respond!

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Afiag
Note to Mel: S-okay. All good things take time.


Ancalagon and Afiag tried to blast back the 'Black Wall Of Serpents', in vain. For each one they obliterated, more came forth. Afiag's eyes crackled with pure rage and energy. Ancalagon was the first to be hit by the 'BWOS', dissapearing within its confinds. Afiag was to be second. But Hell Fire surrounded him, killing the serpents that touched it.

Afiag summond an explosion of Hell Fire, momentarly freeing Ancalagon and destroying half of the Black Wall. Ancalagon called forth his Dragon Army, to help dispose of the Black Wall. Then with the Thing.



Peace,



Melkor



:darklord:

[Melkor]

The first new post after six months in this already seven month old battle!

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Thunder rumbled across the sky. The countryside had been reducd into a molten pile of slag in the course of the battle. Columns of smoke arose from the molten ruin as the water below churned its rage, turning blood red with the life of many an aquatic animal. The wind grew colder with every second, pushed by some unseen force, bringing desolation and destruction everywhere it went. Night grew ever nearer, but already it seemed its blackness enveloped the fell battlefield. Above, a huge, swirling orb began to form, blacker than even the most dreaded of devils. The whole earth stank of an unearthly miasma which brought death and a feeling of dread chaos to everyone who smelled it.


Below, Ancalagon struggled to break free of the diabolical serpents which gnawed at his body like parasites. Torrents of blood mixed with the Dragon’s pulverized innards rained down on the dead countryside, and smote the land with an unholy fury. The Black Dragon bellowed as the serpents suffocated him and gnawed at him like swine driven into madness by the infernal hordes; their huge fangs razed Ancalagon’s body, drawing blood which sent them into a bacchanalian frenzy. Ancalagon roared, as his body was again pulled down by the massive serpents. Even then, the devilbeast bellowed, echoing the shredding of mountains and bringing desolation to all who could hear. Ancalagon the Black, greatest of the servants of malice, had fallen.



In the distance, a fell shape could be seen from the darkness. It stretched for several miles and brought with it fire and thunder, as even then an unholy light began to illumine the darkness. The idiot beast stared at the oncoming shape and seemed to process it for a second. But all of a sudden, a monstrous shriek filled the air, as Ancalagon’s vassals made their presence known. The dragons writhed in fury as their Lord was held in the jaws of this filth. From all across the shape, which was in fact Ancalagon’s mightiest servants, thunder and fire and ice smashed against the alien skin of the Beast, eliciting several groans of agony. Free from his captivity, Ancalagon took to the sky, his wings shining majestically with a golden light. The Black Dragon’s eyes grew red with fury, as he bellowed his disgust at the filth which had dared cross him. Above, the night sky turned blood red with the color of Ancalagon’s wrath. Lightning once again scoured the earth like whips, as an unholy wind rocked the abomination, toppling it into the ground. The mournful and desperate cries of Ancalagon’s victims shrieked their prophecy of doom at the insolent opponent. A savage cry escaped the bloody maws of the dragons, which had torn the serpents limb from limb with their scimitar teeh.


The Beast roared, its agony satiating the bloodlust of Ancalagon.


Far from the field of battle, Afiag arose from the desolation he was buried in. His face was half-torn, wings pierced and nearly shredded, his bones were crushed and a huge, jagged rock had barely missed his still beating heart. The Angel of Darkness arose. He savored the Beast’s cries which he could hear miles away. A malevolent smile twisted in his lips. Afiag rook to the air, the desire to crush the insolent devil filling him with poisonous hate.



Peace,






Melkor







:darklord:

[Burkion]

Afiag started healing again, flesh meanding, wounds healing. His eyes burned with nothing but pure furry. His power had grown to match, and even, equal the Black Dragons. His claws went ablaze with a Hellish Flame, as he let out a roar, a battle cry, that was as loud, and as frightfull as Ancalagons. He would not fall befor this idiot Beast.

[Melkor]

Ancalagon bellowed his rage, awakening the wrath of his monstrous vassals. The Black Dragon seethed with malice, his eyes turning blood red, and the furious beating of his wings razing the desolate battlefield. A great cloud started to form above Ancalagon, churning with a thunderous fury and instilling fear into the black hearts of his servants. At once, the dragons stopped their furious assault, and looked to their Lord, crowned with rage and burning with unquenchable lust for death. Ancalagon's massive wings spread out from side to side, rippling with the spectral cries of his doomed victims. The Black Dragon opened its jaw slightly, as even then a malevolent look crossed Ancalagon's hideous face. Lightning flashed in the distance. The earth shook violently, as columns of fire erupted from the cracking earth, illuminating the battlefield with a fell light. A cold wind blew across the earth. Ancalagon bellowed his challenge at the fallen beast. And then it happened. At once, the dragons opened their maws and released a furious stream of Dragonfire from their mouths. The unearthly flame razed the Beast, eliciting screams of agony and a lethargic miasma that smelled of boiling flesh mixed with blood and filthy excrement. The attack continued for several minutes, razing the Beast and turning its armor plating into piles of slag. Ancalagon shrieked, demanding more from his servants. The Black Dragon would have his vengeance, even if it cost him his servants' lives...

Afiag flew with alarming speed. Fresh from just having healed from his injuries, there was nothing in his mind save for bringing about the death of the Beast. His wings spread their full distance, as he prepared to near the battle. What he saw shocked him. The Beast was roaring in rage and agony as the wrath of Ancalagon descended upon it. From all over, the stench of fire and smoke and cooked innards pervaded his nose. Afiag flew nearer, and with his right hand outstretched, created a mighty falchion out of thin air. Afiag folded his wings, as he landed safely on the ground.

Meanwhile, Ancalagon was shrieking for vengeance at the beast. His vassals did their work, and they did it very well, in an almost mechanical yet brutally efficient manner. Suddenly, a great cry came from the Beast. The dragons stopped their attack, as Ancalagon looked at the source of this conundrum. Nothing could have prepared him for what he saw next. The Beast had vanished. Ancalagon bellowed his rage at the heavens. The dragons did the same, but with fear. Ancalagon flew down to where the Beast had previously been. Suddenly, a great cloud, in the form of a massive, clawed hand arose from the dak spot, terribly potent and spitting fire and lightning. The cloud covered all of Ancalagon's vassals-- and, the dragons fell to the ground, seemingly dead, from the poisonous assault. Ancalagon looked down in fear, but quickly mustered his loathing for the Beast. Then, all of a sudden, a grotesque, three-faced head, a monstrous, blood-red boar, a snarling wolf and a bull, emerged from the black cloud and bellowed its wrath at Ancalagon. The size difference was truly staggering: The monstrous head was nigh-illimitable in size, while the Black Dragon was only as big as one of its teeth. A string of arcane and ultimately ancient words came out from the Beast's three maws, chanting its terrible litany of chaos.

All of a sudden, a huge portal, black as death and seething with demonic enrgy and crackling with fire and lightning and ice, began to form in the sky. In it, a terrible wail could be heard, in fact, several. Suddenly, three, huge arms, one hairy, one reptilian and one skeletal, tipped with monstrous claws, and as long as mountain ranges, reached down from the heavens and tried to grab Ancalagon. Three more horrible arms followed, as if trying desperately to get a hold of something. Then it hit him: it was none other than a portal to Hell itself. Even Ancalagon dared not think what lied behind the sorcerous wall. But whatever it may be, he is sure to make his presence known. Ancalagon bellowed, with a fury like the trumpeting of creation. Then a golden light began to surround him.

Meanwhile, afiag stared in disbelief at what he had just seen. Although the Black Dragon was his enemy just moments ago, something told him that even somethig as dreaded, malicious and wrathful as Ancalagon would need help fending the filth that now dared to cross his world.



Peace,



Melkor



:darklord:

[Burkion]

Afiag's eyes narrowed, as he took off to help the Black Dragon, forming a new sword out of his energy, slashing at the beings that dared try and pull Ancalagon to Hell. He attacked the hariy arm, setting it ablaze, and slashing, fighting along Ancalagon to keep them at bay. Afiag sent wave after wave of Hell Fire into the portal, as Ancalagon unleashed a Hellrific blast of The Flame of Udun, blasting back the beings into the portal.

The Golden Light was growing brighter, then suddenly, a shock wave hit, blasting Afiag and Ancalagon backwards, into a moutain. The light turned into a beam of horrific porportians, growing...Something was coming through.....Something neither warrior had ever seen before.

[Melkor]

The resulting explosion rocked the ashen battlefield. Fire burst from huge crevasses that were beginning to form in the ground. A dead chill swept the dead land, heralding the message of death. Thunder rolled across the sky. Lightning slashed furiously upon the broken, beaten earth like the scourges of devils. A fell sound reverberated across the battlefield as everything stilled to a nightmarish halt. Ancalagon bellowed at the flaming, pulsing, living portal, black as night and as dark as his malice. The Filth had not perished in the explosion, enraging the Black Dragon. Ancalagon's wrath soared to high heavens-- he could no longer tolerate the existence of this being, this plague which dared to thwart him. He will torch the universe first and shred its very existence before even thinking of bowing down to this abomination. A feral snarl escaped the Black Dragon's snarled lips. Massive scimitar teeth gnashed against each other, razing at the Black Dragon's gums and spilling filthy black ichor onto the dead battlefield below. No, he would not back down. Not to what he considered as mere swine.

Afiag rose from the rubble, clearing the dust and debris away. He had landed on a bleak spot of land hundreds, if not thousands of miles away. He was bruised, crushed and nearly lifeless; but the thought of the Beast was too overwhelming. With a savage scream, he unfurled his wings, crackling with hellish energy and burning with fire. With a mighty leap, he took to the sky, falchion in hand, ready to deal death onto the coming menace.

Ancalagon roared, a bellow filled with bloodlust and brimming with rage and power. Such was noise it created that the very earth itself shook as even then the warlock shrieks turned mountains into piles of dust. The Beast looked down from its portal, its ugly heads grimacing in a nightmarish half-grin. Clouds swirled overhead. Thunder boomed, and more lightning razed the desolate ground. With a final bellow, Ancalagon took to the sky. The Beast gazed in terror as the earth beneath it began to churn and break apart as far as he could see.

Ancalagon's rage filled the sky. In an instant, a fell crimson light began to emanate from his body and covered it in a brilliant glow. Clouds began to descend in massive numbers and started to gather around the Black Dragon. Fire erupted from the crevasses below and began to dance around the Black Dragon. Power and fury consumed him, as even then, a massive Iron Crown appeared in the sky, brilliant as the noonday sun and pulsating with ineffable energies. The sea began to churn and boil, and in an instant, was turned to blazing flames, emptying their trenches to heed the call of Ancalagon. A tiny whimper came out from the three hideous mouths above-- a cry of confused protest begging for clemency. But mercy Ancalagon had not. This being will be the first to suffer total annihialation from Ancalagon's Onslaught.

Finally Afiag arrived, blood-drenched and thunderous with rage. But he was too late, as even then the massive, swirling orb of Morgoth's corrupting flame crashed against the Filth, burning, scorching and crushing everything it touched. The Orb seethed with power unseen anywhere else before since the Creation of the Universe. Stars seemed to burn and fall from the sky as the apocalyptic fire cleansed the known world of the Abomination, the moon fragmenting to a thousand pieces. The light of the sun was extinguished, the skies blazing with fire and the sound of triumphant trumpets. The whole earth shook with fury as the foul energies Ancalagon had released started the process of uncreating the very earth, the very universe they were fighting in.



Peace,



Melkor



:darklord:

[Burkion]

Afiag knew what would happen if this contiuned...Everything would be utterly obliterated. Damn. Fine then, if the Dragon wanted to end the Univers, he would have to go through him first. No one challenged his kingdom and lived! His claws clenched to geather, as he rose to challenge the Black Dragon. Did he care that he would die? Hell no. Fear was not something he had, especially of Death.

His blade was consumed in his hellish flames, as he flew forward, to claim another kill...

[Melkor]

Afiag flew towards Ancalagon, his mind gnawed at by the possibility of what would happen if the universe itself ceased to exist. In his heart of hearts, it was indeed fear that drove Afiag, a black fear that consumed him. He knew it was hopeless, that he was helpless to stop the chain of events that were about to happen. Though Afiag was powerful, he knew he can do nothing against the face of such power. And worse, Ancalagon and his master would be the only ones to survive. Sword in hand, blazing with an eldritch fire, Afiag prepared himself to do as much as he can before he goes down. . .

Meanwhile, a change was happening to Ancalagon. His normally blood-red eyes glowed with a brilliant, soulless hue as even then he seemed to grow larger, the swirling black clouds above seemingly an extension of his malice. His maw burst asunder with flames, shooting everywhere and burning everthing it touched. Ancalagon seethed with an invincible power, which crushed what remained of the shattered battlefield below. The whole world was fragmenting, the seas boiling with fire and emptying. Rivers flowed upward and fire enveloped all that the eye could see. The Foe had been vanquished, but the ransom paid was even worse: the annihialation of the universe itself. Ancalagon bellowed with rage. In the corner of his eye, he could see the tiny figure of Afiag, sword clutched in hand, ready to battle once again.

Afiag approached with fear and dread, knowing very well that it was hopeless. The whole universe will be torched and its existence torn in a matter of hours, as the diabolic energies scoured the skies. In the middle of all the chaos, Afiag heard a malevolent hiss.

Afiag screamed in terror as a massive, horned head suddenly popped out of nowhere and skewered him in the gut. It was Ancalagon, who seemed to have gained more strength. The Black Dragon took to the sky, approaching the fire-drenched stratosphere. Ancalagon flew even higher and higher, and stopped all of a sudden. In an instant, like a twisted ride at an amusement park, they were careening back towards the earth, with Afiag still stuck to the massive horn. He had lost his sword along the way; he assumed it might have been uncreated already by the sorcerous flames. A loud crash was heard as Ancalagon divebombed into a still intact mountain range, burying his head even deeper until at last they had torn the earth's mantle and were in its core already.

Afiag awoke to an awful, blistering heat which seemed to fluctuate at every instance. The place stank with an indescribable smell, the stench of the age of the earth. The great heat suffocated him-- Ancalagon had brought him to the earth's core. Dread seized him. He knew very well that it would end right now. He no longer had his sword, as it had been uncreated, erased from the memory of the gods themselves. He had no power now to control hellfire, as the demon fire of Ancalagon was already overcoming natural fire. Afiag was helpless while the Black Dragon seethed with strength with every passing moment. Realizing this, he resigned his fate to the will of the gods and gave up trying to stop Ancalagon. It was futile to do so.



Peace,



Melkor



:darklord: