First of all - i'm in. Going Dire Strength Vs Radiant Strength seems like an excellent way to pound your fellow clansmen into a finely viscous dust carpet. I'm aware this isn't scheduled to be another haughty drinking session of silly happenings, but I can certainly see it turning out that way - i'll plan for tall cocktails.

As for the story for HYA-KEERO...

The night was dark, humid, lonely. Dusk fell down on the quiet township ahead like factory workers on a brothel, unsubtle and unending.

Jakiro had never favored desert paths. The dry sand plumed up in clouds underneath the powerful, rhythmic beat of his wings, irritating Ice's scaly underside and clouding his vision. These were desperate times, and desperate times meant less conventional paths of travel. Despeate times meant sand.

Ice let loose a hacking cough in frustration, instinctively stretching a stunted claw at his scaly belly.

"Don't think about it" snapped Fire at the apparent show of weakness from his brother. It was the same every time, his sibling could never keep his mind on the task at claw, always hunting for riches, women, particularly fine (and abundantly sized) lingerie. A black sheep in a family of slightly less black sheep, Ice had always been an outsider to most. Not to him of course, but Fire had little choice on the matter.

Ice had stopped flapping. Their form lopsided as Fire wrenched himself from his thoughts. Throwing an accusing look leftward at his colder brother, he took a breath to chastise him, but was quickly silenced by a short icy burst of mist from Ice. Then he saw it. Smoke rising from the hill behind the sleepy town, a warning pillar to the heavens for all to see.

"Finally, we've caught up" Fire glinted into the distance as he planned the next move.

"Banditos" Spat Ice, their name a plague in glorious España.

The town flapped ever closer...

TBC

You had me at using italics *tears*

Please read the above while listening to this.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QsfWoibAtcY&list=RD02MIai827An8Q

Words elude me after reading this magnificent entry. Feelings of joy and sadness mixed with rage and a sprinkle of doubt are all mixed in to form this passionate dough that is for ever baking inside me. Please continue...

Well that was an interesting experience. Gotta say its funny as all hell though.

Snuffles good call on stocking up on drinks, I know I will.

Deep in the annals of history lies the truth behind the conflict being carried on by the demonic dragon Jakiro and his twisted army of horrific creatures. Jakiro would have you believe that he is on a mission to save España from the "banditos" that ruined this once beautiful and peaceful countryside; he would have you believe this decades long struggle came about over the loss of a former lover of his, Nova; he would have you believe that he is just ending a fight which humanity themselves started...he would also be lying.

Jakiro was lesser being of España for many years. His outwardly frightful appearance made newcomers to the land fear him and wary of him, but within a few weeks, come to understand how relatively harmless he was. Jakiro had strong abilities, that if landed, would devastate anyone that they touched, but Jakiro also took a long time to use these abilities, allowing opponents to easily dodge and attack. Jakiro's two heads soon became at odds with one another, blaming each other for their lack of strength. Jakiro became increasingly hostile driving away the few friends he had left, until he was left alone. Alone in his dark and decaying home, Jakiro spent many a day arguing with himself over how to become stronger.

The laughing stock of the demon community, Jakiro was all but forgotten in the land of España. Eons passed by, with Jakiro becoming nothing more than a memory.

That is until the meteor shower.

A glorious conflagration filled the skies, causing small rocks to come raining down from the skies. Parents told their children it was all the wishes they had made upon a star falling back to Earth to help those wishes come true. Jakiro had once wished upon a star. He wished for power.

Throughout the land, powerful creatures were getting struck by meteorites. The meteorites weren't killing the creatures, they were just weakening them to the point were almost all creatures could battle on equal footing. Jakiro peered outside his lonely cave during the meteor shower and saw a glowing meteor land in front of him. Having not eaten for days, Ice cooled the meteor down enough for Fire to scarf it down. Power surged through them.

With his new found power, Jakiro became feared once again throughout España. Men and women tried to challenge the Twin-Headed Dragon, but were forced to flee over the might of his new found strength. He ravaged village after village, even challenging the gods of the forest. Jakiro strength led to a rise in his popularity among the other beasts in España, but Jakiro only had eyes (four in fact) for one creature, Nova.

Nova was stunning. She was a creature of sleek, vulpine muscle. Her beauty melted Ice's heart and cooled Fire's temper. She was perfect, and Jakiro had to have her.

Nova's rebukes and fear of Jakiro meant nothing to him. Jakiro flew to the temple where Nova was training with her friend and life long companion Luna. He proclaimed his love for her in front of all of the other knights training at the temple. Nova rebuked Jakiro, saying he was a monster and a murderer. She could never love someone as evil as he.

Jakiro's heart burst. Lava poured out of Fire's heart with water freezing the vein's of Ice. "EVIL?! I am evil? I will show you just how kind I can be." And with that, Jakiro proceeded to destroy the knight's temple, wounding dozens and killing the rest.

"Look at my kindness Nova...I let you life to watch that which have wrought." spoke Jakiro before flying away.

Shortly after this, Luna and Nova made a pact to unite the people's of España in a campaign against the evil Jakiro. Jakiro deluded himself into believing that Nova was enslaved to Luna and started referring to all humans as "Banditos." It quickly became clear that Fire and Ice had driven each other quite mad.

Thus the legend of Jakiro started, the Mad Dragon, wandering the country-side with his army of horrific and mounstrous creatures, murdering any humans they see in to avenge his lost love Nova.

I've been lazy about this, does Wednesday night, say 8PM EST work for people?

I am no go on Wed. If the games last for more than 3 hrs I might make one or two

We can pick a different day. just make a suggestion.

I'm really happy you guys dropped the ball so I can get in on what sounds like an awesome-funtastic game mode. How about tomorrow night (Tuesday)?

Works for me. 8PM EST we'll meet on TS3?

I will be ready for the gaming tomorrow 8 pm is fine for me.

To the tavern then!

8 PM sounds like a jolly good time to me. Although I may be a bit late (no more than 10 minutes). If a spot is available I am in.

Hopefully we get enough people to do IHs, but if not I'm sure a few pub games will work out fine

hmmmm to chuck a sicky or not lol

I'm assuming this is a yes. I don't speak Australian

Awesome, I'll be there!

I am sad to say that evil triumphed in the end.

All is as it should. Things cannot be changed by mortals. Regardless of your allegiance, we are all Dire inside. And we look like this if we had our insides...out! David Byrne, Psycho Killer!