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Kormadian History Version XVI; --> The Capture
Topic Started: Nov 18 2012, 09:20 PM (437 Views)
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"She has duct tape and chloroform and a map to your house in the back seat of her car. I thought that was a bit strange..."
The Kormadians, long plagued by the immortal wing-ed beast Kestrel, are free.

His days of exerting his power over them have ended. For Kestrel, once the king of kings, has been captured and contained by his subjects.

Equine and Non-Equine have worked together in these dark times, planning, creating, and acting out their goals. A net, woven from the manes and tails of the Scarbearers, flung into the sky by a monstrous wooden mechanism built with the assistance of the Non-Equines of Hinterland, and kept hovering there with the help of--though the Kormadians dared not believe it at first--the Scarmakers. It was only a matter of time before the dragon was unlucky enough to find himself entangled with the unbreakable fibers, and his capture was announced when the Kormadian earth quaked and rumbled as his great body struck the ground.

Thousands labored to haul the captured monstrosity away, their journey long as their half-crazed catch struggled to free himself. Into the heights of the Loftland they traveled, seeking the mountain into whose face was carved the entrance to an enormous tunnel. The Kormadians followed this tunnel to the depths of the mountain until they reached the cavern that would house the dragon for the remainder of time.

Still ensnared in the net, Kestrel's anger was unspeakable, his fear palpable. The masses left, save for a select few, whose jobs would lose them their lives. At last, the entrance to the cavern was sealed and, locked within it, the remaining Kormadians, dug away at the sides until water burst forth, flooding the cavern, drowning the martyrs, and trapping Kestrel forever in a watery prison in which he could never die, yet never fully live.

At several points along the tunnel back to the surface, the walls were collapsed, a final sort of insurance that the dragon could not escape. At last, the entrance was sealed, marked with one guard who would not leave his post until his dying day was near, and the Kormadians returned to their homes.

Free at last, the agreement to allow Non-Equines to roam and claim Equine territories came easily. For they were brothers, now and forever more.
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