[OOC: Permission from Whit for Gmod on Dalanesca for this.]
It had taken some doing but the dragon had finally managed to wrest control of his own mind and body back again. He had succumbed to the gas leaking from the mines in the Steppes area and, like the orc tribes, had turned violent and had started to slaughter the orcs like they were slaughtering everything else, including themselves. The Steppes had been tinged red in large swaths of grass as result and Hacesh was ashamed of himself for what he had done. While he was not one to like orcs as a general rule, he didn't ever go out of his way to kill them like he had done. Yes, it had been the gas, and now he knew that two of the Gods were behind everything that was going on.
So it was to the Plains that he would go next, to do what he could to try and talk to them. He was old, maybe not as old as a dragon could be, but at over three thousand years old, Hacesh had had a good long life already. If he lost it now trying to speak to the Gods, for he wasn't stupid enough to think he could actually hurt them or make demands of them, well, so be it.
He could see the tower in the distance, the great obsidian spire stretching to the sky, but not so high that he could not fly over it. Hacesh was in his full form, all of forty feet long and tall, massive wings propelling him forwards through the winds, the rain wasn't bothering him and lightning wasn't much of an issue either. Not to say that he liked getting struck by lightning while flying, but at this point in his life he knew to keep his magic up to help dissipate the shock around his body and allow it to continue to the ground below. He had learned the hard way at a much younger age, but he had learned.
His intent was to fly over the tower and land at the top of it and confront of the two Gods. He wasn't looking forward to it, he hadn't lived as long as he had by making enemies out of immortal beings that had enough power to kill him with a thought. But he felt like he needed to. However, as he drew near he felt a chill run down his spine and he could sense the magic forming above him. ”Dalanesca!” He spoke allowed as the spell was unleashed and a heavy burst of air struck him from straight above right in between his wings. This got a roar from Hacesh, that had hurt! Not to mention it numbed his muscles enough and long enough that he wasn't able to move them anymore, which meant he was now a huge dragon dropping from the sky.
It seemed that Dalanesca wanted him to use the stairs.
Hacesh snarled and tried to get his wings to work, but the impact of the wind had stunned the muscles so he had to accept what was going to happen. He gave another roar, more of frustration, as he crashed into the ground with a ground shaking landing, skidding along on his left shoulder digging a rut into the ground until he came to a stop.
After a moment the dragon gave a groan and relaxed his body, stretched out on the ground a little sore from the experience. It wasn't the first time had crashed like that in his life, but that didn't make it any better. At least this time he had the excuse of it being a Goddess that had done it to him and not something he had done on his own.
Looking around Hacesh spotted what looked like a fire, but as he looked closer it was someone with fire for hair! ”Are you okay?” He asked calling out over the winds. ”Seems that Dalanesca didn't want me to reach the top that easily.” He snorted, he'd rest for a bit before trying to go up the tower, maybe make some conversation with this flame hair being for a bit before hand. What was she doing out here anyway?
