The Dragon Wars

[Dark Warrior]

Lheyklanth looked out upon the scattered lands of the Lesser beings. Such tiny little buildings, from the top of the highest mountain of the Draklor Chain, sacred home of the dragons for many centuries. He spread his wings to their full, magnificent length, worried not for spying eyes from the lands below. Their existence was known now, and nothing they could do would hide them from the Small ones.
What had become of the mighty dragons of old, who now are afraid of this tiny threat? Granted, the Lesser folk were resourceful, and had managed to succeed in much they had done already... but surely they could not overcome the might of the Colony. Despite their huge numbers, their armies would be totally anihilated.
Surely.

 

[hybirdx]

Fin woke at the ussual time wich was a couple of hours before all the other dragons so he could sneek out to play with his friend.of cours he needed to change so the other hummans would not see him,and of course he was going to change into his favorite form his d.humman form

 

[cats]

Zyzzx

I was in a bar. I had learned a great deul of human cultcher in the 10 years I spent amoung them. I was in the form of a human of 20 or so. I had blue eyes and silver hair.

'The are dragons all around these hill's' a foolish human spoke half drunk. 'They are as big as houses and breath fire. They fly with wings. They live for distrucion. They'll destroy use all they will.'

Um damn it these rumors are becomeing more apearent every day. Soon even the elves will know we exist. 'Sil,' he spoke to me. 'why aren't you worryed.'

Shit this is not fortunet. "Um... Well I don't beleave in dragons." I need to move the focus of this disscusion. "But, Lepricons. Now thats something I belive."

'What the hell is a Lepricon.' "Um little small race that have a pot of..." 'Gold.. where do they live?' "Um... at the end of a...... rainbow." No way there going to beliave this.

'Let's go find them.'

Damn I didn't see that comeing. I should return and worn the concil.

 

[hybirdx]

fin succesfuly got away from the village without touble.he knew the chilldren would be happy to see him after he gotten sick.through the forrest ang over the small moutain,his ussual path when he finnaly arrived the mother of the chill dren was waiting for him.''where were you fin the children was about to search for you!come come in!''of course fin was happy to see every bodie was ok,since he heard the village was atacke by the kindoms gaurds.
''is everyone ok mrs.degen?''"yes we are fine and again thank for saving us hose months ago''fin heard about his heroic deeds so many times now..the village was the only place dragons were welcome but the others wont here of it


''fin?tommy!it's fin!''fin was happy to see the others but he still didn't smile''i'm sorry but i can't stay long i need to talk to the dragon councle today..............

 

[chewbacca71]

Pyrymis

The great black dragon spread his sinous wings to feel the caress of the winds. He looked down at the Isle of Winds from high in the air and did not see the colony.
Colony, bah, more a den of whiners. They should have listened to me when I told them to attack the grey dragon. We had enough support, but no, they were too scared. So now we live on this island and bide our time. This shall come to an end. I am no longer willing to wait.

Pyrymis glided down to land on lookout rock. He was able to see the mountain side where the dragonfolk had carved out an existence. His own chambers were near the top of the extinct volcano. He was sick of the cramped space and longed to be back with the colony.
It was your own conniving that put you here. Just because you were greedy and wanted Dragons to be the dominant species in the world.

Pyrymis peered up at the retreating sun, as he basked in the glow of a warm summer afternoon. Sated with the heat, he made his way to his chambers. Inside his room, a tray of raw meat was waiting as he had ordered. The servants were getting better at minding their instructions. Pyrymis peered at the wall and saw the 5 humans lined against it. He had controlled their will enough to make them his servants, what a grand thing to have on this lonely island. He knew how uncomfortable his great dragon size made the humans and he wallowed in it. He loomed over them, gnashing his teeth, making them tremble with fear. He laughed a dragon laugh, steam bellowing out of his nostril. He sighed , then changed to human form. He sat down at his table, and began to feast on the warm flesh in front of him.

 

[Dark Warrior]

"Oldwing."
Lheyklanth craned his neck and turned to look over his shoulder at the sound of his common name, which was used amongst many of those closest to him (Think of it as a nickname). His eyes met those of his personal attendant, a young Sky dragon (OOC: Sky is the colloquial name given to sky blue/light blue dragons, the children of blues and whites, one of the most common colours in the Colony).
"What is it?" The old grey dragon said finally.
"The time has come for the Council meeting, great Father." the young attendant said in his high-pitched, wavering voice.
"Already?" Oldwing bellowed, emitting a deep rumbling sound that could probably be heard from the villages closest to the mountain. Seeing the Sky dragon flinch in fear, Oldwing calmed down. His old age was beginning to make him grumpy.
"Fine... I shall be down in a moment. You may leave." Oldwing said, turning back to take a final look at the world so far below.

* * *

Lheyklanth looked around at the gathered council. Each of the dragons were talking amongst themselves, until he entered the chamber: the largest such space in the mountains, and the only one capable of holding seven of the largest dragons of the colony. At his entrance, the other members of the council fell silent in respect.
"Brothers." Lheyklanth began, making his way to his space in the ring. "Our spies give us mixed tales from the lands of the Lesser folk."
At those words, a low grumble was heard from all around the chamber.
"Silence!" Lheyklanth bellowed, and instantly the others obeyed. Again he realised that he was too quick to anger. At this rate the council would attempt to overthrow him in not too long a time - and he feared that his failing powers would not be enough to stop them.
"They have told me that the Lesser folk are mixed: some of their lords believe in dragons, and others do not. Apparently, they argue much about us. And the ones who do believe are already beginning to mass armies."
Again, there was mumbling from around the ring, but Oldwing waited for the murmurs to die down before continuing. "Does anyone here have anything to say?" he asked, before waiting patiently for one of the other dragons to step forward.

 

[hybirdx]

fin was ready to speak....he had seen the concle room before but this was his first time seeing it filled..''does anyone have anything to say?''the elderly dragon asked to the councle who had nothing to say.''no?then lets begen the meeting!''oldwing was already knew that fin was ready,and nearvis''fin please come in...don't worry....it's all right young one''fin finnaly came up to the podium....''ahem...my propisition....allow interation with hummans..i be-''th dragons would not have it!they were angry''foool do you want this coliny to die!?!'' ''interact!?!hummans!?!NEVER!!!!!!!!''fin was strucked down by the councle but he wasn't goind to loose so easily!

 

[poohlive]

The bathing grounds were large cavernous caves imbedded deep within the earth. Far deeper than any mortal had dug. It was the hardest of all for the clansmembers to dig away, being as it was all volcanic rock, the hardest to break.
It was just a series of huge pools, deep black water surrounding long trails cut within the rock. In the front, some children were playing, splashing each other and content with life. Rune had no intention of being in their presence. Instead, he moved to the back, where the pools were warmer, and far more comfortable. Here, the wartmh of the earth made the pools the most comfortable in all the world. In the back, two fo them actually boiled from time to time.
He chose a relatively warm warm, and dove in, wetting his entire body.
Apart from other dragons, he did like keeping himself relatively clean. The point of today wasn't to wash himself, but rather to wait...
something he was good at doing, but never much cared for, especially about such important matters.
The dragon council was meeting today, and today would decide the fate of the entire clan. For centuries they have hidden, undetected, in the worled as races formed and grew, not only in numbers, but in power.
They had learned magic, temepered with steel and metal, even begun to refine the arts of explosive devices. They were becoming a threat, and now that the secret of the dragon was out, something had to be done.
He glanced up as some low grumbling came through the rock. That would be the council now. Talking, arguing, contemplating. It would all come down to two decisions.
Would they try for peace, or would they declare war.
Personally, he didn't care either way. Peace meant that they could finally leave this blasted seclusions of lairs and caverns, and go out into the real world. It had been forever since any of them had flown, really flown around and hardly anyone has taken a flight in the daytime.
With peace, that would be fulfilled.
Of course, with war, it would as well.
The war would be a joke, ina few days time, the dragons will claim victory over all the lands, and then, every square inch of this planet will belong to them.
And they can do as they please.
He didn't care either way, so long as something was done. Soaking his body in the warm pool once more, he took in a deep breath.
With a grumble he let out a huge fire on top of the water, causing steam to rise up. Instantly the temperature rose, causing all of his muscles to relax.
It would be over soon.

 

[Zircon]

Quisaris-chou-Yang - Yang

Yang stuck his head above the rock, enough to let his orbs spy the dark figure bathing in the cool moonlight by the river. The sparkle of the river dancing in the moonlight made this night ever more special. The play of reflections on the scales was much more than Yang could bear to watch. As her tail teasingly splashed the waters, scaring the fishes up, her head in a blurry instant snapped up the snacks. Even when eating, the Dragon had grace. Her long beautiful snout moving in sync with the long sharp ivory that were aligned in perfect symmetry.

Yang was evermore aware that a Dragon of such grace and beauty, and such perfect Golden color, would have nothing to do with him and his lower status. Although his True Color mother had given him the logic and grace, Yang has always felt cheated by not being a True Color. He knew that he could discourse philosophy and art with the best of the Blues. And his size, inherited from his Red Father would discourage any other colors from questioning him too boisterously. But all for naught the day that the magnificent Gold rejects his advances. What was to be an adolescent crush became an obsession as Yang sought for ways to win the Gold’s heart and mind. He now knew that his size and mind were not enough. Agility in the air and combat were mere showmanship. Ferocity and rage in subduing the Lesser Races were measly in comparison to accomplishing great and legendary deeds. Legends would speak of the mighty Dragons of yore, not of their size or speed nor even their minds. The remembered were those that have their names etched in the annals of deeds.

This was the dilemma that Yang faced. The Colony was established, and by that it meant that a young Dragon like himself would have little chance of advancement. Even the Great Council of Dragons would not admit him into their ranks. A plain Hybrid like himself would not have the grace and purposefulness of the True Colors. With this thought that Yang made the decision to sneak into the Council and listen in on their deliberations.

Normally the Council’s rhetoric would be a bore to Yang. But the session could offer Yang ever the slightest opportunity to prove himself. With this in mind that Yang now stayed hidden amongst the shadows of the gigantic Council Chamber, straining to hear every word spoken.

‘They have told me that the Lesser folk are mixed: some of their lords believe in dragons, and others do not. Apparently, they argue much about us. And the ones who do believe are already beginning to mass armies…
Does anyone here have anything to say?’

The Lesser Folks up in arms against the Dragons? Yang silently laughed at the gullibility of the Lesser Folks. We, the Dragons could crush them like the puny beings that they were. Yang continued to listen for any reply to the Gray’s question.

 

[cats]

Zyzzx

I had been waiting in the hall for some time. A young dragon not much older then myself was speaking. Although not much was said he porposed peace. This angered the elder dragons. The true colors in the council. They had enjoy life to it's fullest, at there age there isn't much they haven't done. Young dragons like myself on the other hand were born in these colonys we feel deprived. I know this just as the elder dragons do.

The fact remains though. We aren't given credit. They think that motivates our decisions, when it dose not. We see what they don't and thats that we must achieve peace in oder to survive. Not just the council but the lesser races as well.

I will wait my turn before I speak.

 

[hybirdx]

''councle please listen to me! if we make peace now we won't ha-'' ''won't have to what?live in peace and joy?harmony?baa!thats what we want!we want to live and they want to kill us!!'' ''bluegorth please listen to me there are colanys that love dragons that enjoys to interact with...'' why should we listen?you are still an tadpole to us and we won't listen!and how would you know if the colanys are god or bad for us?you never been out of the colany!I think that hummans are scum.exspeacily the chilldren rotten littel m-"

''SHUT UP!!!!!!!''fin had had it with the councle's rudeness and arogence''the croud was silent and shocked that even oldwign tremble under fin's anger*sigh*'' i'm sorry councle but i have friends that are just young hummans they do not know good or evil,they know hummans and dragons!thats all!yes....i had been out of the village and it's mostly peacful.....but if you will not listen to reason...than fine i will leave!''fin looked up with an saden face at oldwing then left

''zy''as he always called zyzzx''be carful they are grummpy today'' ''where are you going fin?'' to the colany.it's the only place where i will be respected right now i know bluegorth he will tell everyone......i will return in a while....i hope''fin left heartbroken and angry at the councle.

 

[Dark Warrior]

OOC: Just an unimportant sidenote: Lheyklanth would never be frightened by a little whelp like Fin

IC: Lheyklanth watched regretfully as Fin made his way from the chamber. It was not that he sympathised with the young one, but the other dragons did not even allow him to speak. But, such was the lot given to the Impure.
"Dragons of the Council!" He said as the other dragons fell into silence again. "You must keep your eyes and ears open. You did not even listen to..."
"What? You cannot agree with the whelp, Oldwing?" the red member of the council roared, interrupting Lheyklanth, who gave him a cold stare.
"Whether I agree with him or not is unimportant. He came to give us his opinion, his advice, and..."
"You would listen to him? Surely madness comes with your old age, mighty Father." the red interrupted again, with the slightest hint of sarcasm on the last two words. A murmur began amongst the other dragons.
"Silence!" Lheyklanth bellowed, turning his baleful stare on the others of the council, before fixing his attention back on the red. "There is a thin line between madness and genius. Were your head not so empty, dear dragon, you would know this."
The red made no response but a spiteful stare.
Lheyklanth's huge, deep eyes fell upon the young form of Zyzzx. He then turned back to the council. "We have another young one that would speak their mind. I trust that you will be more polite for this speaker. Zyzzx." Oldwing said, before standing aside to allow the young dragon into the space allocated to the head of the council.

 

[chewbacca71]

Pyrymis

Another day has dawned, bright and cheery. Pyrymis asks the other exiled dragons if any want to spread their wings and get in some flying time. To a dragon, they are all apathetical to the idea. Cowards, why did they bother to come here ? They have little fight in them, whether towards other dragons or towards the lesser races.

Pyrymis eschews the company of his fellow dragons and climbs to the upper reaches of the island. He takes a long look around from the great height, and decides to go to the town of Caemlyn , where he has been in contact with Mayor Rand. He vaults into the air, scaring away a flock of seagulls that had crossed his path.

Pyrymis glides towards the town, low to the ground so that people will not see him. He lands in a field a few leagues from the town, and looks around. Seeing no one in danger of having to be eaten, Pyrymis polymorphs himself to his familiar human mode of Master Black. He walks down the main wagon path towards the city . He hails a passing wagoneer, asking for a ride to the city. The man is about to refuse him, when Pyrymis' powers exert themselves and he has a sudden change of heart. Pyrymis gets up into the seat on the wagon and relaxes for the ride into the city.

 

[Zircon]

Yang

Yang listened intently on what Fin was saying. Peace with the Lesser Folks. The only peace we will get was when every last one of the Lesser Folks was safely dead and buried in the ground. Yang was agreeing with the Red that had just shouted down Fin. Then his mother’s influence began to re-assert itself again.

Yang reluctantly conceded that peace overtures would meant the start of an era of understanding. That was the difficult, if not nearly impossible, part of making the Lesser Folks understand. The world was big enough, but someone, somewhere was of the opinion that the world was meant for one and only one race. Well, every race was a bigot, in the sense that every race was convinced that they were the sole purpose of creation.

Yang could see that the Red are being idiots again, true to their nature. They just do not get the notion that if we kill a Lesser Folk, there will be repercussions from the relatives of the dead one. Their kinsman will kill a dragon. Then a Dragon will kill some more of the Lesser Folk. And so on and so forth. Revenge was hollow and all consuming. Soon everyone, from the Dragons to the Lesser Folks will forget why the war was ever started in the first place.

Yang concluded that peace was the best route to survival. Again the world was big enough for everyone.

 

[chewbacca71]

Pyrymis

Pyrymis has the wagoneer drop him off in the town square. He takes the back roads and ends up at the mayors palacial home. The guards recognize him, "Lord Black, you may enter. " They open the door for him. He follows a servant into the mayors den. Mayor Rand was sitting in a chair , reading his ledger of the accounts of his city.

Mayor Rand looks up and smiles. He stands up and offers his hand. The two men talk for a while over inconsequentials then Pyrymis gets down to business.

"Remember last time when I was here Rand? I told you about the existence of dragons, that there was a group of blackhearted , gutless dragons out there that preyed on helpless women and children. I told you how they had a ton of precious treasure that they hoarded like misers; treasure not rightfully theirs. "

Rand says " Yes , I do remember you telling me such fairy tales as those. I heard them and worse from the knee of my nanny when I was growing up. They are old wives tales, dragons do not exist . They have not been accurately spotted in hundreds of years. "

Pyrymis "I agree with what you are telling me, but I have proof for you outside the city. Come with me and see with your own two eyes what I have seen.'

Rand "Fine, let me just gather my men and my cloak."

Pyrymis watches as the puny human gets himself ready. Once they are outside the palacial home of the mayor, Rand again begins to call Lord Black a liar, that dragons could not exist. Pyrymis is keeping his temper, but it is getting very angry at this weak little creature.

 

[chewbacca71]

Pyrymis

As the two men are starting to walk into the town square, Mayor Rand makes a fatal mistake. He tells Lord Black that if dragons did exist then they were most likely dumb beasts like the oxen that men had tamed to plow his fields. Pyrymis had enough of this mans opinions and attitude, it was not worth the aggravation to try and get this people on his dragons side. Better to just obliterate them all from the earth.

Pyrymis grabs Rand by the collar and pulls him upright. "Stupid beast are we, Oxen are we........." He begins to polymorph back to his original shape. He can barely fit into the town square, his great bulk dwarfing the buildings around him. Many wagons and there drivers were crushed under him in the initial transformation. As he turns his head to the side, he knocks over another building into a pile of rubble. "Now Mayor Rand, do you believe what I had to tell you? "

Rand "Yes, of course, I do. Please let me go, I will do anything."

Pyrymis "Ah, you will at that, you will feed the dragon." So saying , Pyrymis throws Mayor Rand up in the air and snaps him up with his jaws. Rand hurtles down the dragons gullet, to his final date with death. Pyrymis laughs at his own joke and begins to lay waste to the city. He destroys utterly the buildings around the square, killing many people, reducing there stout homes to kindling.

He creates a path of destruction towards the city council building , breathing his acid laden breath onto buildings, reducing them to a pile of smoking slag, simply crushing others with his mighty arms. For amusement, every time he runs across a soldier that attacks him, he has another snack. His appetite sated, he stands in front of the council building. He roars to get their attention in the building.

Pyrymis " I have eaten your precious mayor and have lain waste to stretches of your fair city. I will be back with more of my kind in a short time, you have till then to surrender your city and all of your gold and gems to me. Do not make me angry or you will suffer the same fate as your mayor. "

Pyrymis shots a small section of aced at the entrance of the council building , causing a marble column to melt like butter in the July sun, to show his strength and then takes wing towards the island.

 

[hybirdx]

''damn dragons they are acting like arrogent hummans!''fin was more than angry,he was pissed every tree that had passed he destroyed.''if they keep this up the hole dragon ace will be destroyed!''

 

[chewbacca71]

Pyrymis

Pyrymis, bugling with grandeur, arrives back at the Island of Winds. Alerted by the noise, most of the other dragons come out of their caves and look towards the landing dragon. Pyrymis can barely contain his emotions as he tells his fellow exiles of what he had done. That he had laid waste to parts of Caemlyn, eaten the mayor and demanded its surrender. Jaws agape, the other dragons look at their charasmatic leader in awe. He has forced them to come out in the open. They can no longer hide in the shadows, skulking from place to place. They had been irrevocably been outed on a world perhaps not ready to know of their existence. Many dragons decried this very thing to him.

Pyrymis silenced his critics with a withering look that had served him well for hundreds of years. "I made the decision for us to come out of the woodwork. I am many years tired of being ridiculed and ignored in absentia. We will revel in our strength and show the world who the true masters are. Either you come with me to this town, or I slaughter you like the lemmings that you are. "

The other dragons shut their mouth at this bold statement. Pyrymis looked up in appreciation as his son, Brazous, backwinged to land beside him in solidarity. Brazous was one of the largest dragons on the island, second only to his father. Faced by this implacable duo, the other dragons scattered to make preperations to leave immediately for this new home.

 

[cats]

Zyzzx

OOC: um sorry I'm a little late aren't I. Oh, well if Fin didn't scare oldwing then Zyzzx will. Who wouldn't be afraid of the smallest P.C. run dragon?

IC: I walked up to the center of the council room. Um, how should I do this speach. I don't want to repeat the mistakes of Fin. I stood up on my hind legs and crossed my for arms. I hope this makes me look bigger, us little dragons don't get much respect.

"I have spent the last ten years amoung human towns." A small comotion was started but ended quickly as no one really cared. Ten years isn't that long to a dragon. "Ten years such a short time right..... Wrong, these lesser races as we call them have acomplished much in that time." Once again no one seemed to care. "I would say they have completed more then we have in the last 100 years." Now the crowd was pissed and yelling. Good I think I struct a nerve. "In ten times the amount of time was have done nothing. Were as they have fought wars and discovered new ways of life...." I can scarcly here my self over the crowd so what makes me think they can here me.

"People quite down!" 'People? People? How dare you call us such a term.' The black dragon started. "I call you people because you do not act like dragons now. You act like the beings you condem. For those with thousands of years behind them you show little respect in your arogance." 'Get out!' The black roared. 'Now.' The red continued.

Now I did it in my anger I may have spoiled my entire plan. Oh well, I did not come here to make freinds, but to make peace. I left hopeing to make a further disscusion at the apropreat time.

 

[Dark Warrior]

Lheyklanth

Oldwing glared evilly at the right of the council, where the black, red and gold dragons had their seats.
"Still you ignore me, fellow dragons! We must hear what our fellow dragons have to say! Even the little ones have much wisdom in their words. Much more than I have heard from yours for a long time."
A quiet grumble was heard from the evil dragons.
"You, dragons of Good. What have you to say?" he said, swivelling his ancient head to view the dragons to his left. The blue, white, and green had been mostly silent throughout the debate.
The white made a sigh, letting out a wind that would blow over a human. "It has come to our conclusion that war with the Lesser folk is inevitable. However much my friends condemn it," the white gave a glance at the green and blue, "their peaceful minds cloud their judgement. I am in favour of showing these Lesser folk the wraith of the righteous."
This caused a stir amongst all the dragons of the council, but Lheyklanth bowed his head in concentration, as if considering his judgement. Finally, he lifted his head, and the other dragons fell silent, ready for his verdict.
"Very well. Should it come to it, we will make no move to stop a war with the Lesser beings. But, until then, we will do everything within our power to keep them from discovering us."
Again, a murmur ran through the crowd.
"Father Oldwing." Oldwing turned to see his Sky servant once more. He seemed to be puffing, as if exerted.
"What is it?" the mighty grey asked.
"I bear a message for you. And I don't think you'll like it."
The grey grumbled with anger. "I have heard enough bad news today! But, go ahead with your message." he said.
The sky shifted uncomfortably for a moment, before continuing. "It is about the exiled dragon, Pyrymis..."

 

[Dark Warrior]

Mysterious Man (Whowooowoowowoooo.....)

Meanwhile, somewhere else in the world, far from the land of the dragons...

... a lone figure sits, dressed in grey and red robes from the neck down, upon a king's throne. More correctly, THE king's throne. Now that that meddlesome king was out of his way, no-one remained to question his power. No-one with the power to combat his Magic.
Fear, he had found, was the ultimate tool when dealing with people. Fear could make a man do whatever he was commanded. Fear could even make a man walk into his death. And with just a pinch of that afforementioned Magic, fear was easily instilled amongst the weak.

"Sir... a message..." a messenger said as he entered the royal chamber.
"I know it already." the robed figure spoke in a deep, resounding voice.
The messenger shifted on his feet uncomfortably for a moment, as if unable to choose what to do.
"You may leave." the figure on the throne finally suggested, and with a quick bow, the messenger hurried from the hall.
"Fool..." the figure thought as he watched the retreating form.
"So... the dragons have decided to show themselves, finally. The legends are true. I guessed as much. But they shall not stand in my way."

And with that, the robed man closed his eyes, and began to mutter an incantation. Soon enough, a perfectly realistic image of himself would materialise at the council hall of the destroyed town, and he would be ready to face the dragons when they returned, as they said they would...

 

[Zircon]

Yang

Yang felt that the Council was turning into witch-hunt type farce. No one in the council, except perhaps Lheyklanth, would accept any opinion other than their own.

He listened some more.

'People? People? How dare you call us such a term.' The black dragon started…

Yang silently laughed. By condemning others, and by ignoring their own faults, the Black and the Red, were actually acting like the Lesser folks. Yang was impressed at the depth of understanding that Zzyzzx possessed. Nevertheless, apparently, senility had gotten to the Black and Red.

Yang silently mouthed, ‘Shut up, you senile Black…’

He wished he could appear before the council and throw some of the barbs back. But he continued to listen.

 

[chewbacca71]

Pyrymis

Pyrymis looks over at Brazous and mentions him closer. He tells his son to get the rest of the dragons packed up and ready to leave. He will take the ten biggest and strongest exiles with him to quell any resistance in the city before it can get started. Brazous shakes his head in agreement and takes wing to the opposite side of the mountain range to speed up the slower ones.

Pyrymis gathers the ten dragons with him in a large field. He tells them of what he had done. "Now, we have to go to the city and show them our might. We must crush any resistance under our claws. We must allow them no hope of resistance, make them understand they are worms to us. Come on brothers, let us fly. "

Pyrymis bellows out a great roar, which is answered with alacrity by ten draconian throats. They take wing one by one, turning in air towards the doomed town of Caemlyn .

 

[Dark Warrior]

Lheyklanth

"That stupid fool of a dragon! When I get my claws on him, why... Pyrymis, hear my anger! When next we meet, only one of us shall leave that encounter!" Lheyklanth bellowed into the darkening sky.
Why had he done it? Why, of all the things he could do, had he done that? That idiot of a black dragon would hear from this old dragon, if it was the last thing he would do. And with that, in a angrey storm, Lheyklanth took to the skies, immediately flying in the direction of the fallen city, Caemlyn, seeking his answers there.
He had to see this for his own eyes. No matter how reliable their sources were, they must be wrong! Even an impudent dragon like Pyrymis would be intelligent enough to stay as far away from the lesser beings as possible. Surely!

 

[Dark Warrior]

Mysterious man

"...yes, and there was some bright flashes and some loud noises, and we looked out, and what did we see, but a monstrous dragon, as black as night, right outside our council hall, half of Caemlyn rubble around him! And his voice was like thunder, and he told us that he would return, and when he did, we had to surrender the remnants of the city, and all our gold and gems, our he would destroy us utterly! And then..."
With a gesture from the robed man, the councillor fell onto his butt, staring up in disbelief.
"I have heard enough. Caemlyn, so that is the name of this hell hole..." the man said.
"Forgive me, lord, but..." the councillor began as he picked himself up.
"Leave, fool. Leave, and tell the rest of the council to gather the town's gold and gems. And bring the treasures to me. Place them in a pile at my feet. Now, go."
"Aye, lord." the councillor said, red-faced, before turning and fleeing into the council hall.
The man, standing tall in his grey and red robes, stood like a silent sentinel at the entrance of the council hall, eagerly awaiting the arrival of the dragons.

This was going to be fun, he thought with a tiny smile, a surprising sight in that pale, cold, and seemingly lifeless face. There was a flicker of delight in those unearthly, solid yellow eyes. Not a single other colour was in the entirety of his eyes: just a sunken, yellow mass.