Argument over a hole in the ground.

[agasham]

WHO: Onyxia and Magatha; mostly CLOSED
WHAT: A minor... territorial dispute.
WHERE: Zone 9, Magatha's enormous open pit
WHEN: Evening
WARNINGS/NOTES: Politics, magics, and possibly a scuffle.

Comments

[watchthetail]

The 'unfortunates' were not the only ones scrambling about amongst the metal scraps - though anyone who called Onyxia's investigations 'scramblings' would be in for a a rude awakening.

Still, the true earth of the planet did not call to only Magatha. Black dragons are of the earth and molten rock and stone, and the shaman's productive excavations had turned her pit into a beacon. She could smell the lure-song of the earth; the protection the dark crags of the land offered her kind. Sharp, precise angles, cold forged sheets of metal, and alien alloys could not compare to a good, rocky wyrm lair, blasted with fire and coated with a bed of ash and smashed quartz

[agasham]

The black dragon's presence in her true form was difficult to miss, truly. Not only her physical presence - at least the size of one of the metal monstrosities - but also the reek of tainted fires that she exuded.

The earth elementals swarmed up out of the pit, drawn by such a strange presence, even as Magatha turned. She should have expected it, truly: molten rock was the preferred domain of the black dragonflight, even corrupted as it was.

Magatha assessed the situation. No single shaman could hope to best the broodmother, but the sheer number of territorial earth elementals swayed the odds in her favor a generous margin. It might be worth the dragon's time to bargain.

"Broodmother," Magatha called, leaning more heavily on her staff.

[watchthetail]

Onyxia crouched low to the ground with a rumbling snarl, belly protectively against the rubble as the earth elementals swarmed her way. They dared-!?

"You must want death badly, shaman, to sic your pets me when you know who I am!"