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This gives me... ideas.Another Omake, this time on Warp-Fire Dragons, and what they could be to Dracul...note: They are Not Nice...nor are the Noble like their Kindred, in fact their the Assholes beyond Black Dragons (the little toddlers in personality), but utterly loyal to Dracul once they get close enough to him. Even if they leave his range as they...imprint...on his divine nature. Thus, we have Dragons more then willing to fuck a Skaven-Hold's Day over.
Warp-fire Dragons...beasts corrupted by the Touch of the "Bad Moon", or Moresleib in the tounge's of man, elf, dwarf, and so much worse. These Dragons once proud and mighty lords of the sky, earth, and under the earth...touched by Dhar and tainted to the Need of Warp stone to satiate a hunger that would never end...Such beasts should be regarded in both fear and awe. For their might is second to none in that even Daemons fear these terrifying beasts of doom, for their breath no matter the element or origin of species can scar the soul and even beings made of magic just as it does the flesh.
Often times though truly rare these beasts attack skaven holds for the scarcity of warp stone in the old world. Yet in recent years...some of these mighty beasts have been spotted clawing at the ground and thrashing around them, as their venomous and cruel, malicious, and utterly horrifying hues of light, scale, crystal, and claw of their very beings have begun to radiate a true darkness like never before as the arcane power and taint of the solidified warp energy coursing through their bodies now battles with a unknown divinity that hails from their warped song. Yet with each day, month, year, decade, the song of dragonkind grows ever stronger. Even at times overpowering the beasts giving them greater arcane might then ever before. These Super-Warp-fire Dragons, now grown to greater heights due to the power contained within them have somehow mastered their eternal hunger.
Even as they seek warp stone to feed their power, they seek something else...a completion that they had never known. Many Warp-fire dragons that HAVE been spotted on the surface have been seen traveling west-to northwest-to south-west of the old world. Ranging from just simple dragonlings to Great Dragons in size, power, and might these beasts have torn apart entire regions in their search for the sense of completion that with every step, every beat of their wings, every breath they take brings them closer and closer to their final goal that remains almost all but unknown to the eldest of their kind.
Such raw power has tainted many regions in shadow and blight, even as the servants of gods and magic users work feverishly when the beasts pass by to cleanse the taint they leave behind. Yet, The Older the dragon one would think, the greater the taint? It is not that way, for the Older the Dragon, the less taint would be in the region, as if the Greater mass of the beasts and their empowered will allows them to Draw in the malignant powers of Dhar magic into themselves. Even sometimes these beasts would stop by a strange standing stone that has had legends of evil things nearby grow around them for a time. Then as they leave the lands somehow become better, as if a great malice had been taken away.
Unknown to all but those of divinity and even bother to look into, these Dragons have the Power to Siphon Dhar magic into themselves, and with the coming of the Father of Dragons, these beasts have learned to tame their awesome power...though the explosive results of their deaths are even more enhanced then ever before. Some Great Dragons have even incorporated special artifacts called the "Seeds of Life" to allow them to Effectively become Massive City killers if they so chose to die in mortal combat and rise again akin to phoenixes of old, and to draw in the raw power and might that their previous deaths would have unleashed.
Such malice and will to spit their enemies even in death has resulted in a few regions that have attacked these beasts to become blighted wastelands that would take decades if not centuries to heal from as they move with a dark purpose. To only the Largest of the Warp-Fire Dragons, those of the Emperor class that move carefully in the underworld, tunneling and using other pathways known only to them and their long forgotten prey they head to the source of the song, and with each moment the siren song of the Warp stone fades as a background note...still heard but almost all but drowned by the Song of Pure Dark Divinity...one that radiates to them akin to a Father to their children. These beasts having their minds all but striped from them due to their hunger are at best and at worst far more terrible things...for their forms now have become...akin to something resembling a order of sorts.
Where the power and might of the Warp stone once tortured their flesh, writhing it like a sea of wiggling spiked and barbed worms that feasted on each other and crafted more from the ruined remains in a perpetual cycle of ravaging madness and pain. The Clusters of Crystal had become more and more natural as the seasons go by, each either withdrawing into the flesh to sprout into a different more orderly place, all the while their colors darken and twist with a shadow of untold hatred and malice...for no other dragon besides those of the Nightmare Variant could claim to be so close to their fathers spirit then the Warp-Fire Dragons...
In this closeness, they FEEL the grudges long passed...grudges that scream for vengeance of a thousand ancient Wyrms crying out against the injustices and desecrations of their kind. Many a warpfire dragon had been driven all but mad by the constant Song-Grudge and unleashed their fury on their nearest targets that the song had led them too. Many a thief, liar, murderer, and worshipper of chaos had found themselves on the receiving end of a Warp-Fire dragons attack. Indeed the ONLY reason why such attacks were reported is that the Warpfire Dragon only targeted those particular beings if they are nearby targets of opportunity...
Yet one cannot discount that the Dragon Would Ignore others for a act of mercy, for they are slowly becoming the sheer Hatred, Malice, and Malevolent Force of the Father of Dragons Will. The Beasts he could with but a word Unleash upon a entire nation and have it scorched, blighted, and cursed for millennia to come if he so wished to give it. For in their once madness now freed, these beasts will do almost anything for the Father of Dragons Sake...even in a Fit of Zealous Fury burn a entire city to the ground if the inhabitants have all but insulted the Dragon within Grudge-Song Distance (such a distance matters only to the Size and Power of the Warp-fire Dragon, the youngest of their kind only within hearing distance, while the unseen but Heavily Felt Fell-Emperor Dragons could feel it from several league's away. This Song often penetrates even that of Rock, Metal, and even Magical Forces that should all but hide the offender...yet it is far more terrifying to face a Elder of the species then a dragonling, as the younger of the Fell-Dragons would be far more direct and applying far more force then their older kin.
The Eldest of them could plan and plot revenges that could span in a entire decade if needed, as they slowly and carefully strip away every little bit of thing around the one that had offended dragon-kind with their fell sorceries...sometimes even attacking entire regions around them just to watch them squirm and writhe as they try to survive to the best of their ability. Taking out a sick and twisted joy of seeing the despoilers of Dragon-kind suffer until the Dark Warp-stone Fragments they had lain so carefully on their prey slowly tears them apart from within as the Dhar build-up eventually and messily ends the perpetrator. How this is done depends greatly on the Age of the Dragon, how Old it was when it first Tasted Warp-stone, and how much time they decided they could spend playing with their newest target for retribution.
Make no mistake, these beasts are some of the foulest of their kind, only surpassed by the Chaos Dragons (which have long been all but disinherited by their more noble kin) in both their malice, curelty, and will to tear everything apart from the seams with their twisted dark magic. Yet even these dragons have a purpose amongst the children of Dracul. For these Dragons Alone Dare go out during Moreslieb, they Dare go to the metor sites where the masses of warp-stone have fallen...and they dare capture, corrupt, and devour the foul mystical energy sources for themselves...and sometimes in twisted rituals they offer a portion of the stones made from crude and rudimentary on-site shrines to their father as they offer up a portion of the bounty they had found.
Even when the Skaven, Orks, Vampire counts, and chaos minions come swarming to the sites, the Warp-Fire Dragons Guard their new loot with a ferocity that is unmatched by dragon-kind everywhere. No sane force would fight a Great Warp-Fire Dragon without serious back-up, nevermind a entire Brood of them. One Minor Skaven clan in the tens of Thousands had once tried to rob a moderately sized warp-stone chunk that had fallen from one such occasion...and ignored the signs of something lurking nearby...something larger then a Great Dragon, for their greed for the warpstone was only matched by the Warp-fire Dragons themselves.
It is said from nearby towns and as a horror story for the region that the next day at sunrise those that had come to investigate found a blighted, cursed, and twisted landscape where statues of rat-men in their hundreds were seen in various positions of decay, mulching, and often times in terrible warped and painful screaming. Sometimes the people investigating would see some of the statues almost move ever so slightly in noticing the beings present, with dark crystallin growths sprouting in various places to cause maximum prolong torment and suffering.
If any of these beings could see into the warp they would see the souls of the skaven tormented in such ways even daemons would give pause to the horrors being unleashed, and if any had paid attention to the ground, the rubble strewn throughout the region would almost look decayed similar to that of a Basilisk and the petrification of that of a cockatrice...but such terrible powers should be beyond most beings, even Great Warp-fire Dragons could not muster the Dhar necessary to unleash such a malignant spell...unless of course the beast that had been in the area was a Fell-Dragon.
For these Dragons are quite possibly the only ones to ever willingly go into the outer edges of the Abyss within Draculs realm and hurl their own Dhar Magics into the black pit as a sort of twisted game to see who could hit the bottom of the dark realm. Their nature as beings of Dhar and almost sheer arcane might allowing them to "Step" temporarily within the warp to do this, though most of the time these roving beasts would make their lairs in places they consider all but sacred to Dracul. Their existence as sources of Dhar as well as absorbing massive quantities of it however renders the Dragons Sterile...as their nature of Half-Warp beings meaning they cannot create more young without taking other kinds of dragons into their "species" as it were.
This has not yet been resolved, even with the modification of the Dark Divinity of Dracul within their mind, body, and soul. It might never be so, that only when the Warp stone Fragments rain and those dragons caught in the open or infected by the rare strike, or those poisoned by the skaven, or some other foul deed would make a Warp-Fire Dragon a reality. Perhaps this is for the best, as these dragons are often shunned and rightfully so by their kindred, as their very nature makes them dangerous to even their own kind with their aura, especially as younger dragon species. This however is only counteracted by being within a certain range of the presence of Dracul's Mortal Avatar enhancing their ability to absorb Dhar more then them radiating it.
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