Quintus climbed on the back of Furkhan and they left without turning the territories nightmares. They both knew what to do and what it meant. But waking Dragon was not within their reach, yet. They were fully aware and knew the way to go and show himself worthy, perhaps, prove that they were among the elect. In Oniris, meant to fight to show the strength of his dream, show that the blood of Drakos legendary in his blood. Those only will be willing enough to learn from his sleep a god asleep. They flew to their fate.

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Many seasons later, Quintus awoke from a deep sleep without dreams. It was the first time since his meeting with Maetestica he was not dreaming. Recent years had led him to this day that he had traveled the lands of Oniris from fighting in combat. Maetestica and won him many places among the title contenders are chosen from Dragon. If this night he had not dreamed of, if not gone in Oniris, it is because he and his Drako had received the privilege of being presented to one of the legendary Drakos who will determine whether or not, they are among the elect.
Quintus was not voluntarily went Oniris because nothing he had lived until then could not prepare for the encounter that awaited him and Furkhan.

Since he had walked the land of Oniris, Quintus seeing his home world with much more wisdom, he took the time to appreciate every moment spent with loved ones, friends. He had worked for the greatness of Rome and his arm was much bloodshed in his name and even if he regretted nothing, now it measured the low priority that. The empires of men rise and fall but the dream lives after them. It is that brotherly Quintus spent part of the day with his friends, most legionnaires or former legionnaires like him. He enjoyed the carefree lightness of their discussions. Then he went home to hug his children and his wife. He watched them play for a moment and thought about Annia, also Drago. Quintus had accomplished all that was to offer his beloved a sweet and peaceful existence. He fought for the same reasons today but what about for the girl? Had she even aware of the threat to their two worlds? While Quintus had met several times during Annia lessons run by Dragon’s older who provided their expertise to younger Oniris to Drago. But if it could be captivated as a child who is telling a story, his attention and interest were strained when the subject of the lesson was getting too serious. Finally it was a good thing, the child visited by Oniris game and it was good. She would not have to contemplate the horror of nightmares that engulf the territories hopes and dreams of men and Drakos.

After dinner, Quintus sat in his garden in the shade of an old pine. The evening was nice and a cool breeze gently rocked Quintus who felt the torpor win. He loved this place more peaceful and settled comfortably back against the old pine.

Upon his arrival in Oniris, Quintus called his Drako, the latter taught him the words to be able to invoke it to his companion. Maetestica appeared almost instantly along with Quintus. It showed that dark mine, which never left rarely .. Yet Quintus who knew his companion felt that he was nervous.
“Something is not my friend?” Inquired Quintus.
“I am a little anxious I guess.” Admit the Furkhan.
“It’s amazing, we will experience one of the legendary and we will test to see if we can wake up and push the Dragon and territories nightmares that threaten our two worlds. I do not see what bothering you. ” Quintus joked that wanted to drop that palpable tension which emanated from Furkhan.
The Drako issued what appeared to be a laugh.
“Indeed, you have summed it up, let’s go, it’s waiting.” Pressed the Furkhan.

Maetestica flew in the direction of a place they had carefully avoided until then. Territories nightmares were a few wingbeats of Drako. But it was not their destination. They branched off slightly and commenced their descent to a building at the foot of the mountains far away. The structure was made of white marble and gold. It was part of the wall of the mountain and seemed to have been carved directly into the rock. The Furkhan landed at the foot of the temple and approached the imposing entrance lined with marble column. Before passing the threshold, they felt a presence that emanated from within. A hoarse voice rose like a rolling thunder, compelling, powerful.
“Enter to be elected.”

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Quintus followed in the wake of Drako. He was silent, walked slowly and looked straight ahead, determined. After a few steps, he stopped, turned to Quintus was happening to her height and stared.
“Where we going, what we will see, little attended. What I’m taking you to see what is the reason for all this, our battles, and the link between Drako dragon.” He said, solemnly. “I say this because Quintus you must prepare yourself, it might make you a shock. I have even seen Dragon’s going insane.
“Did I choose?” Quintus asked who understood that he had engaged in a battle for both worlds and back was no longer possible.
“We always have a choice.” Retorted the Furkhan. “But some are needed for themselves” Admit it the same serious tone.
“I made my choice, I am ready.” Confirmed the Roman whose resolution had not abated.
“Well, go up.” Maetestica requested that leaned to enable Quintus to climb on his back.

Just installed Quintus, the Furkhan spread his wings and shadow of a pulse in every limb taken off. The Drako rose high into the sky and headed north as far as could be judged Quintus who clung to his horse fantastic. The scenery was passing under them at high speed, faster than the fastest horse. At first, Quintus recognized landscapes that stretched beneath them but soon they were away from the regions of Italy and even beyond. Where the driver of the Drako, he did not know then the landscape changed, they flew over the trees of a forest fire and water so immense that it covered the whole horizon, and beyond incredible cities made of metal and marble shining like a mirror. Further, they spun over a sea studded with extraordinary rock formations, some of which were suspended above the waves and which came out in iridescent clouds, clouds of tiny birds in variegated colors. They traveled for hours, maybe even days, when, over a land of fire and ash, Maetestica slows the pace he had maintained infernal.

They reached what appeared to be the destination of their trip, a mountain so high it broke through the clouds and so wide you could not see its end or east or west. Yet Drako does not deflected and continued its flight toward the rock barrier. Maetestica took the altitude and entered the cotton clouds that enveloped the summits of the mountain. Quintus did not see more than a few meters ahead of him but the lack of visibility not hamstring Furkhan who still progressing at a brisk pace. Finally, they emerged from the thick fog and Drako interrupted his flight to land at the highest levels. Below them, the mountain still stretched before joining the wooded hills and beyond a vast plain of cities that housed the huge majestic buildings. At first glance, Quintus thought the long journey and fatigue playing tricks on him. Nothing, neither the hills nor the plain did not refer to color, everything was a gray, ash-gray. He then saw the color of his hands, of his tunic and his cloak. Beyond the mountain stretched a lifeless world. Then, huge tracts of this region were torn and collapsed into nothingness. A vacuum so intense, so dark that Quintus felt drawn towards him, despair came over the air could no longer his lungs. His eyes went crazy looking for the slightest trace of light that did not exist in the deep, total, which opened beyond the mountain. He staggered, and no reference is Maetestica intervention that prevented him from falling. The Drako carried him and deposited, trembling and panting on the other side of the mountain.

The Furkhan left the Roman time to regain his senses: we do not contemplate the end of the world with impunity.
“Where did you take him?” Blew Quintus whose hands trembled uncontrollable.
“We are on the edge of the mountain world, and beyond there is nothing”. Drako answered yet who watched the look on his dragon.
“But I saw a world beyond, a dull world, past, but I saw him.” Quintus issued, doubting his own senses, especially in this world, in this place.
“What you saw is only a reflection of past memories, forgotten dreams of which nothing remains. You saw a world abandoned by men and Drakos. You’ve seen the wonders that are no longer lost that a veil over the void. A chimeric veil of what was above the void that devours Oniris a little more each day. ” Grieved Maetestica accusing him as the scope of this encounter with nothingness, as short and she was distant.

Quintus took time to recover and then asked the question he knew the answer.
“This is what awaits us.” Quintus advanced.
“Yes.” Fit the Furkhan such an award.
“Unless we wake Dragon.” Quintus said looking at his Drako.
“We will have to fight for it. Perhaps even unto death.” Maetestica affirmed.
“Some choices must be made of themselves. Will we fight.” Concludes the Roman.

As such terse and yet full of meaning allows me to announce the opening of alpha-privateDRAKERZ Confrontation.

The first invitation emails were sent last summer to elect who will be able, with wet eyes,testing the experience of their lives.

Well I actually ok too. I stop.

Nevertheless, now, that’s it! We can play!

The dev have not slept for 5 days (remember to change their water dish) to deliver this first version of the duel, we test it personally since several weeks now and we have fun :)

I hope he will be the same for ALPHA testers.

For others, and pending public beta, here’s a video of a saved game a few days ago:

Discuss in the forum? It’s here!

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Quintus trot led his horse up to his house, a nice building located on the hills east of Sutrium. He was not required to report to the barracks that night and he expected to benefit. It would embrace her children, talk to them a little if they were still awake, spend time with his wife before returning to Oniros. He thought at length that he had been told Annia on Oniris, Drakos and on the link that united the dragon. He thought, especially the “great catastrophe” mentioned by Tonastérak and only the dragon, for their dream, can prevent. He let his imagination wander on these thoughts and was fired from his thoughts at the sight of his house.

It was late when he crossed the not his home. Caecilia, his wife, greeted warmly, she had preserved a tender affection for him as they were often separated because of the many campaigns in which Quintus had been committed. Valentinus and his children were in bed and asleep Secundus long been a somewhat saddened. He kissed his forehead and wished them sweet dreams that made him smile because he now knew the true meaning of this common wish. He contented himself with a simple meal of bread, fruit and a little salt meat.

He went to lie down with his wife and his hands crossed on his stomach he contemplated the ceiling of the room, the night was well advanced, he was sleepy. He began to dream.

Quintus was standing on the beach where he had left Maetestica. Some Drakos and dragon were still present, far fewer than the previous day. Some were engaged in weapon passes harmless and showed here and there fantastic facilities on fabulous frames. Some used their devastating fury or throwing spells from the incredible mana, magic source end of Drakos themselves. But Quintus saw the Furkhan nowhere. Patient, Quintus began to watch the games that stood on the beach. The most impressive were those conducted by the Ogam whose ethereal and fluid movements were almost hypnotic. Drago incantait his many spells in tune with the movements of aquatic mount. The duel ended when the seas Drako and his rider teleported back to their opponents. Then the Ogam and his companion were approached for another friendly battle. It seemed that their fighting skills were recognized and that many wanted to compete with them.

- “These two are talented.” Maetestica said that signaled his arrival. Mysterious as usual, the Furkhan had appeared out of nowhere.
- “Indeed.” Quintus was somewhat surprised by the appearance of his somewhat devious Drako.
Without taking his eyes from the new duel that pitted one against the Ogam kwartz massive, they changed the subject.
- “Annia has taught me many things, including the reason for my presence in Oniris.” Quintus began. “But I have yet to ask you questions.” He continued.
- “I’ll try to answer them, what do you want us to discuss?” Inquired the Furkhan.
- “Tonastérak spoke of a great catastrophe that Drakos and Dragon Riders had to fight together, what is it?”
- “Right in the heart of the matter, eh Quintus.” Fit the Drako. “This is how we perceive the thing we Drakos. As you know Oniris is the world of dreams and the dreams of man come. But men dream less and less as they are obsessed with their own world. They do more time to dream. And if men no longer dream, Oniris will stop breathing, like a man who no longer aspire to anything in life, he is going out. ” Explained the Drako which the mine was dark.
- “You will die?”
- “Not in the sense that you hear but Oniris cease to exist it is a certainty. Then we will become like a frozen picture in which nothing is changing and that can not contemplate more, that we forget . Oniris is the sister of your world, its reflection projected imagination and dreams of man, he is also the inspiration. If the heart stops beating for Oniris in your world die creativity, originality and dreams. So men will lose the flame’s in their hearts. Of course, the earth will continue to exist but mankind will lose what makes it what it is and will eventually die out. ” Precisa the Furkhan.
- “This is hardly encouraging.” Quintus admitted that was beginning to understand the relationship between the two worlds that do not fit in a final, more complex.
- “No, not really, I do not know how we got here but there is also hope. We must awaken the Dragon.” Maetestica announced.
- “Dragon?” The cut Quintus.
- “Dragon is the source of any of Oniris. He created us we Drakos, he gave us our powers and opened the world of dreams to men when they were ready. Seeing that the two worlds lived unison, Dragon falls asleep. But men began to dream less and the link with Dragon withers. And if this link is broken … “.
- “I understand, that’s why you fight? To wake Dragon?” Quintus assumed.
- “There are long lived and Drakos the first among them, some legend engraved in their memory of Drakos. We fight to discover the legendary descendants of Drakos who have in them the power to mend the relationship and wake Dragon. The intensity of our fighting generates mana, the pure essence of the dream and that only Oniris Dragon Riders, able to dream are able to shape. ” Precisa the Drako.
- “So we need to help you be the heirs of the legendary Drakos.” Quintus asked.
- “Exactly.” Maetestica confirmed. “But the fighting that generate mana the purest, most powerful, are those where Drakos restrain their blows and where the Dragon tree forms only one with his Drako. The Drago lives fighting alongside his Drako, then only the legendary Drakos will be discovered. ” He continued.
- “The Drako and Drago must also forge a link if I understand.” Quintus said.
- “Yes, willingly or unwillingly, the two people are connected by a very strong relationship and what affects one can affect another.” Maetestica emphasized.
- “Are we related in this way you and me?” Inquired the Roman.
- “We’ll do that if you want, the link can not be imposed and must be accepted for two people or it has no meaning.” Emphasized the Drako.

Quintus took time before going further and stared silently Maetestica. He had fought for Rome many times and on behalf of the empire he had faced many enemies. But they were very tangible and identifiable. Drako’s assertion was for him the much less concrete, more elusive. He knew he was lying on his bed, in a dream that led him to land on Oniris. He also knew he could leave this dream and this world just waking up and he could do at any time. But if the true and Drako said qu’Oniris disappeared, that would happen the next time he would dream? He wondered what would happen, not only for himself but for his relatives, the Dragon Riders and others. Quintus had never fled a fight and it could well be the biggest, the strangest he has delivered but also the fairest.

- “Dragon Riders All they forge this link with their Drako?” He asked that his decision was already taken.
- “No, not at all” Replied Maetestica.
- “I am ready to do it.” Quintus assured.
- “I have something to show you in this case.” Drako says that the set off.

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