Clash of the Dragons 3

Clash of the Dragons 3 is an encounter in Against the King.
==Enemies==
* Purple Tiger (Against the King) (100 Gold, 100 XP, 100 Energy, 2 HP)
==Transcript==
===Introduction===
The prince was haunted every night,
A thousand horrors drowned his sight,
Dark visions of West Kruna's blight;
He'd wake each day and then he'd write
Of the doom within his brain.
But soon he thrust the dreams aside,
And told himself the visions lied;
In tranquil months all fears subside,
And portents seem to wane.
***
"Damn it, Brachus..." you murmur. The ground rumbles under your back. The sky above might be shuddering too, quaking as though about to shatter, to break into a million pieces and rain down on you. "You didn't say it'd blow up..."
You push yourself into a sitting position. Purple smoke billows in front of you, a vast shifting curtain that's hidden the king and the results of your stratagem. Did they get him? Is Crenus dead?
A masked man leaps out of the smoke, his costume so similar in hue that the cloud might have coalesced to create him. But there's nothing ethereal about the blade in his hand. You grope beside you as he lunges, fingers grasping for your lost weapon. Light glimmers on his deadly point.
"Urgh..."
The assassin staggers away, back into the purple mass, clutching the shaft embedded in his throat.
"%name%!" Tessa stands over you, notching another arrow, staring at the fog.
Hugh kneels at your other side, inspecting your ravaged cheek.
"Crenus!" you say. "He... He summoned..."
"You lying sod! Think I don't know Brachus' magic when I blooming well see it?"
Your hand closes around your sword. You push the Titaran away and stand up.
"Have to make sure he's dead," you say. "Death to Crenus!"
A hundred voices echo yours.
"Death to Crenus!"
The rebels are charging, and you join their onslaught.
===Conclusion===
"Move!" Ranlatta pushed her way through the cordon of soldiers. "Move!"
The ground quivered beneath galloping hooves and stomping boots. The clamor of war drowned everything, a vast deluge of sound and smell, of fluttering banners, clinking armor, neighing horses, and shining blades. Men and mounts surged in every direction, ocean waves lapping around the little island of sanity where the king lay.
Redness daubed Crenus' side, defacing the beautiful armor. Three black holes pulsed at the crimson rivers' mouths. A band of kneeling clerics surrounded him, with glows on their hands and divine words on their lips.
"Get him back to the camp!" a Purple Tiger said.
"No..." Crenus sat up. "Stop the bleeding, so I can fight. Have to... Have to fight. Have to stop %name% Kasan."
"Sire!" Ranlatta said. "You can't-"
"If they see me flee, the rebels win. More killing. More death. It ends today. I have to stop %him%..."
Category:Against the King