Thread: Its About Elfen Time (with AlphaZero)

The Dragonblight. It was a Light forsaken wasteland on the best days, covered in nothing but snow and ruins. This day, however, was made that much more bleak by a raging snowstorm. It seemed to come from nowhere as far as Rinnisia Raydancer, better known as Rinni to the orcs she had been living with for the past several months. Of course, she had grown up in the perpetual spring of Quel'Thalas, so she wasn't particularly well versed in such things, but this storm had even seemed to catch the Frostwolf in her unit unawares. Gathering up the furs she wore over her armor against herself, she squinted in an attempt to make out anything through the gloom. She didn't have much hope, though. She doubted that she would be able to spot anyone. She doubted anyone would be able to spot her , either, despite her distinctive shock of red hair. The short bob it was cut into was all covered by the cloak anyway. She couldn't help but curse at having gotten seperated from her patrol. It would most likely spell her doom. The sound of massive wing beats reached her ears long before she was able to make out the vague outline of... something in the distance, a very large something. Rinni had been in the Dragonblight long enough to recognize a dragon when she saw one, even in such low visibility. They were kind of hard to mistake. Unfortunately, recognizing what kind of dragon was another matter. It only took her a second to weigh the options. If she didn't seek out the dragon, she would most likely freeze to death. If she did, it would either result in a quick fiery death at the hands of a black, Light knows what if it was a blue, and possible salvation if it was some other kind. The decision was easy. She would take her chances with the wyrm. Luckily, it seemed to be touching down for a landing nearby. As quickly as she could manage in the snow, she began trudging in that direction. It took some time, but she managed it. Unfortunately, what greeted her was less than a pleasant sight. The dragon was still there, crouched down as if ready to spring. Circling from above, however, were three slightly smaller forms. Drakes, the elf noted warily. Apparently, it was the beginning of a skirmish, and she had walked straight into it. She was so focused on the tableau before her that she almost missed the shapes passing on her flanks toward the center of the emerging conflict. Next to her, they were massive, but compared to the great and lesser wyrms they were heading to engage, they were not very impressive. Dragon kin, she assumed. It was obvious, fairly quickly, that the small shadows were moving against the greatest one, not to support it. An ambush, then, and it was meant to capture judging from the lines the dragonkin were tossing over it. The dragon struggled against its bonds, sending several of the dark forms flying in various directions. There were too many though, and the great one's only viable escape.route was being cut off by the drakes. With one last roar of desperation, it seemed to explode in a ball of golden light that rushed forward like a tidal wave, treating up the forest as it went. Rinnisia only had the to let out a startled scream before it slammed into her like a sledge hammer. Then, everything went dark. It was sometime before she regained consciousness and even then it was fleeting. As the world faded to black, she couldn't help but wonder at how the day had cleared up so quickly.