The Forge
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The Forge – Debut of Maradin- Amora's New Armor Standing over a large cliff overlooking a deep valley below resided a woman. A woman of beauty, power and grace. A Goddess. She was known by many names, the name most knew her had been Empress Amora The Enchantress. Having once been a strong witch, she transformed herself into a Sorceress Goddess. A powerful sorceress in which the likes had never seen. Amora had enemies, jealous ex husbands who often tried to hinder her success by boasting about claims they've never accomplished in their lifetimes. The Empress was the silent shadow, the entity behind the dark curtain. Shrouded in an abyss that few could only fathom, only to welcome such darkness as her own. Welcoming and embracing it like an old lover. The darkness fueled her, drove her to do great and terrible things. Amora wasn't perfect, you are never perfect. You are driven and remembered by the actions of history and what you leave behind. Amora left a family, son and daughters. A powerful Empire that could be run without her, one she never ran into the ground, and only prospered more in the mist of chaos. Amora's amber brown hair blew softly in the wind. It was still Winter in her realm. The Winter's were long and harsh to the outside world, but to the residents within they learned to adapt and embrace the long cold. Amora's white and black boots sunk into the thickly packed snow. Freshly fallen from the night before, early morning had been and become a favorite time for Amora. Peace. Dawn had just caressed the Mountains making up the borders of her Empire. The yellow peeks of the golden rays sliced through the air, sharing its warmth with the rest of her Kingdom. Amora smiled, she opened her lips letting out a smoke like ring of breath that hit the cold air. She looked up to the sky and thanked the Gods for another morning of peace. Her Empire had become popular, but with popularity breeds contention. Amora was a kind Empress, which many thought to believe her weak. Only those who knew her knew she was an Omnipotent force that wasn't to be reckoned with. The Mother of Dragons, Winged Death, Crimson Blood, The Warrior of Light and Death, the North Star. She was not only the force beyond, she was the guiding light. The protector of realms, all of them. Not just her own, she was a special light that could guided you home. Gave you guidance and warmth in times of chaos. She was a mother, but a mother to all who needed her the most. Often she took in wayward travelers, people who had been abandoned by former Kingdoms of their own, or places who thought they were unworthy had now become strong prominent members with power and purpose within her own world. Amora's hand tightened around the hilt of her sword. The peace of the forest behind her and the valley below, often would she go on her own patrols. She didn't need to, an Empress knew often what happened within her Empire and Kingdoms even without her being there. Not only did she have the ability of foresight, but she had a powerful mind's eye as well. She could predict the future, see it and recall the present and look into the past. One of the few entities who could time travel with ease, and see things others couldn't. A gift and a curse, Amora often woke in the night of nightmares about the future through intense visions. She's learned to control them lately, but still has had her share of problems.Amora in her own right was a Dragon. The daughter of the first Dragon ever spawned. The primordial Dragon, the ancient one. His blood was what drove her, and his blood was also her curse. The need to destroy, cause chaos and plunder the world into a dark ash leaving it scorched beyond repair has swelled within her breast every waking moment of her life. To many she was a monster, to herself she was a demon. Amora turned her head to her hands, opening them softly. Revealing the palms through her gloved hands.These hands had destroyed as much as they helped create. Amora didn't, never considered herself a hero. A damnation cast upon this Earth that left unchecked would destroy its existence. Amora was known as The Destroyer. She has the ability to destroy planets and entire civilizations of races with a wave of her hand, or a flick of her wrist. Amora knew the power she had, it scared her sometimes. If it hadn't been for her loved ones and family, she'd have been a different person and ruler that she's known for today. Amora extended her arm outward and gave a low whistle. The sound was piercing, deafening even. Shot through the entire valley, causing the birds in the trees to scatter in fear. Thousands of white birds rose in the sky, flapping from the sudden start of the sound that had been emitting from Amora. To us it was a low pitched whistle, but it was a deeper calling than that. Leather and black armor had started appearing over her body. Think of something melting, but in reverse. The leather itself was a strong fabric of a special Dragon hide. Black, ancient and strong in its resilient nature. Able to withstand high energy attacks from intense lightning bursts, to Nuclear missile strikes. It was very lightweight and breathable for how dense and resilient it was. She'd be able to move as quick as she wanted to, but the armor was weighted for training and fighting purposes. It helped her get stronger as she wore it, and helped her energy rise while she did. It weighed over a ton by the time she had fitted herself with it. She could easily move with more weight on her if she needed.

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