My Story - The World of Asharash

[Heavyman]

The Land of Asharash



Thanks to Brezgyahnya for her character for use in this story.



First I would like to explain a few things about this story. The world of Asharash is a mysterious place, many races live here in peace. The most common races are humans and elves. Elves are slightly shorter than the average human but they live immortal lives, most are wise and fair. Elves have pale skin and no facial hair, their ears are pointed, most have blonde or black hair and blue eyes. Humans on the other hand are more rugged and can take a beating, they are skilled warriors but they live a short life compared to other races, at most one-hundred years, wizards are not counted since they live almost forever until killed.

The main character of this story is a creature known as a Half Silver Dragon, Half Human Half Dragon. He was the product of his mother, the dragon, and his father the human rider falling in love. His name is Areon, he doesn't have a last name. He has passive ancient power within him, that show up one at a time, and permanently there for good. He wears an Advanced Cybernetic Armor (ACA). The armor allows him to fit his double jointed legs inside it, and walk on his toes like he naturally does like dragons, his wings stick out the back bare, and so does his tail, but the claws on his hands and toes stick out also, it is water tight. The helmet can disintegrate into his armor for natural vision, and reintegrate using Nanites, or nanobots. His weapon is a ZX-1213 Pulse Laser Assault Rifle with an attached Plasma Cannon. This weapon is capable of single shot or rapid fire with little recoil. The gun itself is about 3 ½ feet long. This weapon is accurate at long range, yet very capable at close range. The plasma cannon can launch a stream of plasma and take down even an adult dragon, while the laser fire can take down a juvenile.

Areon is one-hundred twenty years old, and is skilled in combat, better than any elf. He is usually kind, and helpful, but watch out for his adventurous, and love of fighting side. He rides atop of an ancient dragon, bound to him at birth, and half raised with her, a Tiger Dragon named Brezgyahnya

Brezgyahnya is a Tiger Dragon Changeling, she can transform herself into anything needed. In her dragon form she is three-hundred feet long and two-hundred feet high, in this form she weighs one thousand pounds. Half the time she is in either her elf or human form, traveling beside Areon. In these two forms she is slender, but strong her skin is impenetrable. But in these forms she is 5' tall usually wearing cured leather. Her hair goes down to her waist, and is black.

The city of King Impetuous, is a technological metropolis, filled with high rizing sky scrapes, hovercraft, half dragons, lizard folk, elves, and humans, and many many others. There is a music store, of famous proportions, a hotel equally as famous. Dragon riders come here for food, quests sometimes. But that isn't the reason we're here, we're here to board a ship to the new lands, if any. For only the continent Halagrad is explored, and this planet is as large as our sun, and their sun is triple the times bigger than their planet. But their gravity is the same as ours. It is time to explore the world for other continents, but they don’t know there are nine others, all of them filled with adventure, conquest, and excitement…..

Areon rode on the back of Brezgyahnya in her dragon form, flying to the city. He listed to the periodic flap of the wings, and let the wind rush against him. The night was warm, so was the wind. His helmet had disintegrated revealing his muzzle, the elongated part of his face, his yellow draconic eyes glowed in the dark. Brezgyahnya flew downward, in a slope toward the docks. They soon got to the ship, and Brezgyahnya hovered over it, holding her arm down, so that Areon could climb down onto the deck. Areon did just that, he used his claws and climbed down off of Brezgyahnya, he could have used his wings but it was safer to do this at night. As he got to the deck Brezgyahnya changed into her elven form and hovered downward. She landed gently right niext to Areon.

Onboard the boat were many adventurers bustling about, A Lizardfolk here and there, humans, elves, halflings, dwarves, gnomes, all scurrying about. Areon and Brezgyahnya took their seats at the side of the ship, and began talking…with their minds. Like every Dragon and Rider could do, was to speak to their partners through telepathy.
'What do you hope of finding Breeze?' Areon spoke into her mind. 'Hopefully a place to fly without worries, and use my magic more often.' She replied into his mind. Soon the ship was off, hovering above the water at one-hundred knots.

Chapter Two


They traveled for almost nine months, the food was growing unbearably short.
And then they saw land, and in a few hours they were walking on the beaches. Areon and Brezgyahnya had gone their way, and not gone with the others. It was October twenty third, year 3012 when they left for this continent. On the beach they landed at was a large forest, which Areon and Brezgyahnya walked into. They walked what seemed like hours, Areon was getting tired.

"Think you could change to your dragon form, and we can fly?" Brezgyahnya nodded and she soon grew to her real form, flattening trees, and towering above some of them. Brezgyahnya bent down allowing Areon to mount her, she took off into the sky.

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Celiie stood there in front of a group of adventurers wearing her robes, and cloak, with a hood over her head, hiding her face. Her eyes were pitch black, and shining the torches light back at the adventurers in the long dark dungeon. She picked out the dumbest one, and started using illusions on him, he began killing his own friends thinking they're monsters, and soon having him kill himself. Celiie began taking the souls from them to give to the demons of hell.

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Areon got up and walked along Brezgyahnya's neck, sitting back down on the dragon's head. They had flown for an hour, a long hour. The air was warm, the wind wasn't very refreshing either. He looked down at the scales of his dragon, they were the color of tiger's fur. Brezgyahnya soon landed, and lowered her head for Areon to get off, and changed back into her elven form, she had faint tattoos that look like the fur of a tiger, which is the only thing giving off her true form if you even knew what her true form was. They had landed in a desert, near an abandoned hut, they walked inside, Areon first. They decided to get some rest, which they did. They slept for the rest of the day, deciding to travel at night, and sleep during the day.

[Brezgyahnya]

You're welcome, by the way. =)

[Falconer]

Oh... My... Gosh...

Even the stuff I write isn't that thorough. Great job.

[+ Silver - Orbs +]

Woohoo! Artage! <3

Excellent story Futuristic normally isn't my 'thing' but I still thing it's well-written

[Brezgyahnya]

It is very well written. Good job, heavyman. =)