The Dragon Wars

[Zircon]

Yang

***
Haldram shifted quite painfully onto his right fore limb, as he remembered the evil trick which he invented that came back to him in a flaming moment. He had heard of Pyrymis’ call for a conference, and he was determined to attend despite of the empty socket in his head.

Plengand announced the meeting to Haldram, snickering all the while at the fibrous filament now dangling in place of the orb. Haldram feinted to slap Plengand with the stub of his fore limb and reactionary movement offered a clear strike. Now instead of snickers, Plengand spotted an ugly gash from his neck down to his chest. He was still writhing on the floor trying to stop the bleeding, as the back of Haldram disappeared deeper into the darkness of the caves.

Haldram turned his thoughts briefly to the young hybrid that gave him this pain and impertinence. Although misplaced, Haldram felt a little admiration for the tactics and skills shown. Yang reminded Haldram of himself when he was at Yang’s age. Surefire, and cocky, both of which Haldram had long since outgrown. Under different circumstances, Haldram would have taken more notice of Yang and would not have thought twice about teaching him more. Yang was still small when Haldram was unceremoniously exiled to the island. Haldram’s only memory of Yang was the times that he had grabbed the youngling by the scruff of the neck and threw him in air. Yang always had a shrill laughter as he got caught again.

Yang’s father, Llatering, was Haldram’s best friend, and so was Lady Rhea. Although of different colors, Rhea and Haldram got on fabulously well. Too well by the discomfort often showing on Llatering’s face. Rhea was devastated when Llatering was exiled. Llatering was never strong to begin with, so the exile was a death sentence for him. Haldram was exiled much later when he revolted more in defense of his best friend and Rhea, rather than against Oldwing’s and the Colony’s policies.

The flicker of light given off by the crystalline walls showed Haldram to the place of meeting. But deep in the recesses of his mind, Haldram was determined to ask Rhea about the little whelp whenever he got the chance to do so. For now, Pyrymis was calling, and so was the town of Caemlyn.

***

 

[Zircon]

Yang

***
‘…I say that we go back and attack the city in mass now. The other dragons are leaderless…’

Haldram limped to the dank cave just in time to listen attentively at the last part of Pyrymis’ speech to the exiles. Most of the yellow-bellied and spineless old Dragons seemed to disagree with Pyrymis’ plans to attack Caemlyn en masse.

‘If I may Pyrymis. My fellow Dragons. You attempt at summoning courage, is pathetic at best, for none of you here, with the exception of a select few, has any courage to begin with. Oldwing is hurt. But more than that, he has lost the respect of the Colony. No more Dragons would come to his aid. Caemlyn is defended by an injured and old Dragon. If you all here are so content on sitting on your fat behinds, and waste away in obscurity, then so be it. I say to you all now, you’re are nothing but cowards who fear the daylight. I’m at your service Pyrymis, if you would accept the last vestiges of strength in a cripple.’

***

 

[Dark Warrior]

Lheyklanth

The old grey dragon looked upon the Speaking Stone, watching the light bounce and reflect through the red gem. For once, he felt like taking in the smaller things in life: the simple beauty of the ruby before him. But there was pressing business to attend to.
Oldwing placed one of his forepaws onto the stone, immediately feeling the contact with the entire colony that the gem allowed him. With the power of the magic stone, the entire colony would be able to hear what was going to be his last message.
"My dear Dragons of the Colony. This is likely going to be the last you shall hear of me." he paused a moment, letting these words sink in. "I have lost to the Humans, and not only that, but have caused the death of a dragon and the wounding of others: my body is now broken, but not as much as my pride. I have reached a respectable age in anyone's eyes, and now I should be leading the colony as strong as ever. But circumstances are not this way, and I have failed you all. It is for this reason that I am leaving the Colony behind me. I shall be meeting with the lesser folk to see what I can do about aiding you in the upcoming war that you all no doubt know is on the horizon. I leave the leadership of the Colony in the hands of the Council: they know what is best for the entire dragon-kind. Farewell, and may the Dragon Mother look over your protection for many decades to come."
His message finished, Lheyklanth took his paw off the stone, taking a moment to sigh and take in the last few moments of the Colony.
And with that, the ancient dragon turned, and with a mighty surge of power, pushed his body into the skies, where no doubt all the dragons of the colony were now looking, and all they would see was a grey flash quickly dissipating out of view.

 

[chewbacca71]

Pyrymis

Pyrymis was suprised to see Haldram enter the cave. He had not been sure if the dragon had survived. He loved seeing Haldram bait the other dragons , calling them weak. "Of course, I would be pleased if you joined me, Haldram. Who else is with us? "

One of the younger black stood up and said that no, he would not follow. Pyrymis gave him a wry smile and waited for the dragon to look away. Pyrymis spit a concentrated line of acid right into the blacks face. Writhing in agony, the black tried to save its eyes. Pyrymis calmly reached over and slit its throat with a practiced swipe of his claw. He looked at the other dragons over the prone body. "Anyone else disagree with me?"

 

[hybirdx]

"oldwing....not you too"It was the last words he said before he took matter into his own hand starting to get up."Fim stop!dont get up!"

Fin looked over to his side looking at blew".......Blew.this colony needs to have a shed of life for hummans,if we don't,we may die.

 

[Zircon]

Yang

Yang found his mother by the shore of the vast underground lake. The surreal light given off by the algae growing in the clear sweet water shimmered the cavernous ceiling. With one fore paw delicately swirling the waters, Lady Rhea was in a melancholy mood.

‘I can hear you coming, my son. Sit here beside me.’
Yang took the place beside the lake looking at the reflections on the water.

‘Are you still angry with me, mother?’

‘No. Not anymore anyway. A Blue does not hold grudges. You should know that, since you persist getting into trouble each time I turn my back. But no my son, now that you’re safe and healing.’

Yang was quite content to sit here with his mother in the silence and serenity of the surroundings. But his thoughts of the scars and the battle kept obtruding.

‘Mother, can I ask you a question?’

‘Sure, my son.’

‘Mother, who was Haldram?’

The silence grew ever more ominous as Yang could see his mother’s internal struggle to answer his question.

‘Son, Haldram was your father’s best friend. He was by your father’s side when he was exiled. Haldram was also by your father’s side when he died. Haldram, he was a steadfast friend. Our friend. He played with you when you just a little dragon. You always had that little laugh when he threw you in the air.’

‘That was Haldram,’ exclaimed Yang incredulously.

‘Yes, that was him. He treated you like his own son. That was when your father had already been exiled. You were so young then. Oh, so very young. I heard about that little trick you did with the fire. He taught you that you know, when he wasn’t throwing you up in the air.’

‘I’d always thought my father taught me that.’

‘Yes, and I encouraged that thought so that your father will remain in your memory.’

Yang could only shook his head in amazement at the revelations by the lake.

‘Son. My own son. I know your thoughts. I know your little twitch of trouble you’re thinking of getting into. Don’t go searching for Haldram. For all I know of him, he will be searching for you.’

Yang pricked his ears up at the way his mother said the last sentence. He could sense that there was more, but he just could not find a way to ask further.

Yang could only appear to agree with his mother. So he just mutely nodded and made the decision to ask Haldram the next chance he got. The cool waters of the lake beckoned to him. Yang dismissed himself from his mother’s side. He took a long look before jumping, arching his back as he plunged in. Yang let himself float to the surface, allowing the waters to take his enormous weight. The cares of the past few days seemed to dissipate. Yang felt a renewal of sorts as his mind prepared for the new day.

Yang’s peace was broken by Oldwing’s announcement. The incredulous look on Yang’s face spoke volumes. Times were hard, and it just got harder.

 

[Dark Warrior]

Lheyklanth

Oldwing had been flying for a few hours now, and his wings were beginning to tire. He quickly scoped the land below, and, upon finding a small, lone mountain, swooped down to it, landing at the entrance to a cave at the foot of the mountain. He slowly made his way inside.
The cavern was barely big enough for his huge frame, but for now it would have to do. The creature made itself comfortable and prepared to sleep out the night.

 

[chewbacca71]

Pyrymis

Cowed by Pyrymis' display of sheer indifference to the life of his fellow dragons, the council readily agreed to attack the city again. Pyrymis affected a roguish smile as he watched the council practically beg at his feet. He ordered 5 of the dragons under the command of his son , to go scout out the town in human form to make sure it was safe to go back. Once they reported back, the dragons would attack in masse, reducing the city to a pile of rubble.

 

[Zircon]

Yang

Yang took leave of his mother and exited the caves. The moon was bright tonight. The mountains sang in the wind. Yang was itching to try flying again, before his wounds were completely healed. Ignoring Lady Rittori’s advice against flying so soon, Yang flexed his wings out to their full potential. With ease and a little pain, Yang was soon airborne. The ground gave way to the clouds, as Yang knew not of his destination except that the cares and worn of the Colony would be behind him. The clouds then gave way to the open sky above, where the air was thin and clear, the moonlight showing him the way forth.

It felt good to be unencumbered. The tiny lights on ground revealed the fear of the Younger Folks. The night holds no beasts except those who choose to become one. The night would always fear the day, by the way it retreats at dawn. The land below was fair and bountiful, enough for all, to those who chose to wish it so. Yang was one of them. Oldwing was wrong in his decision to leave the fate of the Colony at the hands of the Council. A committee had never won wars.

But that was a mute point, as Lady Rittori told him of the fading Gray speck in the horizon as Yang sought her ministrations for his wounds. Pride was an empty thing. Yang knew this now, as he flew onwards. His pride had nearly gotten him killed. He also knew that his mother would have raised him from the grave and kill him again for getting killed. The sea was so beautiful, sparkling in the moonlight. The waves rolled onto each other, clashing and yet again, seeking for the shore.

The false dawn created in the horizon signaled to Yang that the real dawn would soon follow. He had not realized that he had flown the whole night. His stomach was also signaling that it was time for a meal. Yang spotted an island to his right. Making towards it, he scooped down like an Eagle to snatch one of the smaller member of the gentle giants of the sea.

With a quick snap of his jaws, Yang was enjoying his meal on the beach when he saw a group of Dragons fly off into the air from that island.

 

[hybirdx]

Fin was out in the forest when he saw the dragons"Its time to end this feud with the outcast..."fin had to make a hard choice,to make peace with the same dragon that left his parents to die,or to try to take him down then find who was the man that killed Z and defeet them

 

[chewbacca71]

Pyrymis

After giving Brazous some final instructions, Pyrymis watches the dragons take off. He goes back to the compound to rest. He has healed most of his wounds but there was still some that needed tending . He got back to his own compound , stretched out on his dragon bed and promptly fell asleep.

 

[Zircon]

Haldram

***
Haldram soon had the island behind him as his powerful wings took him aloft. The old farts in the ‘prison’ had but little choice to follow or be dead. Haldram made a small chuckle at the old carrot and stick proposition presented by Pyrymis. He had just about enough of that damn island, that anything to be rid of it would be welcomed.

Oldwing was one of his friends too back in the old days before the exile and revolts. Haldram was content to be in the company of friends, not being quite the hothead that his color suggested. He was big and strong, and had a knack for creating trouble and nasty tricks. But it was all in jest and fun until Llatering crossed the line and got himself exiled. Haldram was vehement in his protestations to Oldwing, but to little avail. Rhea was ever the cool one in his circle of friends, and it was she who calmed Haldram down before any more trouble could be born.

Haldram and Rhea had always gotten along well, despite their being poles apart in color. He had very fond memories of her company, especially her cool headedness and conversations. No one would imagine a Red being a good conversationalist. But Rhea had always brought out the best and good side of him. It was soon after the exile of Llatering that Yang was born. The little whelps birth brought color back into the cheeks Rhea. She had appeared more full of life than ever before in taking care of little Yang.

That little whelp was also full of life. Haldram remembered the shrill laughter and of course the very shrill cries when he was hungry. Gods. That little Dragon was always hungry.

Haldram was content to let things be bygones when Lheyklanth started again to exile some more Dragons for little misdemeanors. It was funny to think that he and Lheyklanth had been friends. They fought, and Haldram lost and was exiled. He wished it was a simple as that. It had pained him more when friends fought than the wounds that Lheyklanth gave him. Haldram wished he had listened to Rhea when she pleaded for him not to go and confront Lheyklanth.

But that was ancient history as Haldram had the view of Caemlyn firmly in his sights. No longer any doubts in his mind, Haldram knew that somehow he must see Rhea again. And thus hope was firmly etched in his heart.
***

 

[Dark Warrior]

Lheyklanth

Oldwing's sleep was broken as his eyes snapped open, his subconcious warning him to something in the shadows of his cave.
"I know you are there. Reveal yourself." Oldwing bellowed, pushing back and putting more of his weight into his rear legs, ready to pounce.
The figure which stepped out of those shadows filled Oldwing immediately with multiple feelings. He was robed in grey, black, and red, and his features could not be discerned in this light.
"I must admit... you are not the mighty Dragon King I imagined..." the man spoke. "You dissapoint me, Lheyklanth."
Lheyklanth's eyes narrowed, but something told him there was more to be learnt from this man.
"How is it that you know my name, human?" he spoke.
"Human?" the robed man chuckled, a terribly ominous noise. "It has been a long time since anyone called me... that." The last word was uttered as a hiss, showing his disproval of the title.
"If you are not human, what are you then?" Oldwing asked.
"It does not matter, Lheyklanth. You may know me as Zalemar."
"Very well, Zalemar... know this: I am no Dragon King. I am but a broken old Grey."
"Old, yes. Broken, I think not. Let me get straight to the point, mighty Grey."
The robed figure breathed in heavily before continuing.
"I am here to wipe your filthy species from this world, just as I have done in many other worlds."
"You...?" Oldwing's eyes opened wide in disbelief. Dragon Legends told of mighty Slayers who would travel the many planes, slaying all dragons they met, but they were but legends of a time remembered only in books...
"I must say," Zalemar continued, cutting off Lheyklanth's words, "the dragons of this world are nothing I have encountered before, however. You look different, and your energy is different. I respect that; you are stronger than anything I have defeated so far."
"What is that you would say to me, then, Zalemar?" Oldwing spoke in rushed tones.
"Simply this, Lheyklanth. I am asking you to join me. The others of your kind are weakened without your rule... and is it not their weakness which put you in the position you are in now? Left alone to die friendless? I shall grant you eternal life..."
"I have heard enough!" Lheyklanth screamed, his claw slashing out at the man. Amazingly, the scythe-like talon passed straight through the man.
"Very well, Lheyklanth. Then I shall have to destroy you like all the others. Farewell."
And with that, the figure vanished.

 

[Zircon]

Yang

Yang quickly discarded his meal in hot pursuit of the Dragons flying off from this mysterious island. Yang had little idea who the Dragons were except the growing suspicion that the island of mystery was the island of the exiles. Yang flew higher than ever before, and with the sun on his back, he knew that the Dragons would have a hard time seeing him. For now, he just let the Dragons lead him to their destination.

Yang was not surprised to see that the destination was the half destroyed town of Caemlyn. Circling in a downward spiral, Yang again modified his morphing magic to camouflage himself against the backdrop of trees and fields.

Landing in a small clearing, Yang morphed himself into a human. He does not do this often, but it was simple and effective. Flitting among the trees, Yang soon came upon a farmhouse. All he could hear was the baying of a cow begging to be milked. Yang stomach grumbled at the sound of a meal, but he ignored it.

Clothed, Yang walked confidently to town. The absence of the occasional bellows and smoke rising from different parts of the town indicated that the renegades had not begun. This was strange. Keeping close to the walls and back alley, Yang was watchful of the renegades wreaking havoc on the town. At the site of their earlier battle, Yang saw Haldram, although disguised as a human, his aura was strong enough to announce him. This plus the stub on the left arm where the hands used to be, and the empty eye socket.

Haldram was alone in this quarter of town. Yang quietly made his way around the rubble to where he had a clear path to the skies. He knew that he needed to get Haldram away from Caemlyn to get some answers. For now, Yang could care less about the fate of one little town and its inhabitants. Yang was determined to find some weakness of Pyrymis that he hoped could be gleamed from Haldram. This, plus the burning curiosity about Haldram and his mother.

Yang made a short shout to Haldram and ran towards the woods just outside of town. He knew that Haldram would follow, more to prevent any alarm being given.

 

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Haldram

Haldram let the flight of dragons to the northern meadow above the town. He explained to them their missions. They were to morph to human form and observe the town for any signs of fortification or of any other influence that would hamper another invasion by the dragons. They were by no means to engage in any fights or battles and were to remain in human forms at all costs. The other dragons all nodded to the wisdom of this older dragon. They all quickly polymorphed to human form.

Haldram himself inspected the Town Hall and Council area around the commons. Nothing could be seen that would lead him to believe that they were fortifiying the town against another attack by the dragons. He saw citizens, going about their business while keeping a wary eye to the sky. He was well pleased with this, and was about to enter an Inn, when he heard his name called. Knowing that his fellow dragons would never have called him by his real name in the city, he was intrigued. He turned and followed the sound of the voice.

 

[chewbacca71]

Brazous

After following the dragons part of the way to Caemlyn, he followed a different route to attend to his own mission. Pyrymis had sent him nominallly in charge of the scouting mission, at least in public. As Brazous had discussed with Haldram before they left, that Haldram was in charge of the scouting mission, while Brazous was to go to the Dragon Colony to see what they were doing. Pyrymis had stressed to him the importance of getting some information about the state of the colony. Where they going to come attack the exiles in mass, where they going to defend the city? Brazous was not sure, but was honor bound to get those very answers.

 

[Zircon]

Haldram & Yang

Haldram turned when he heard the shout. Haldram knew that he must prevent the young whelp from reaching help and alerting the other Dragons. The thick woods prevented Haldram from getting too close to Yang.

Yang was concentrating hard when a small clearing emerged in front of him. He had hoped that he had ran fast enough to keep a little distance from Haldram. The morphing from human to Dragon, and vice versa, required concentration. Yang did not wish to have Haldram breathing down his neck when he morphed. Haldram had the same thought, so he slowed his pace when he was certain that Yang was about to morphed back into a Dragon. Haldram was a cautious Dragon, and cautious Dragons get to go to old age. Haldram concentrated and morphed as soon as Yang took to the air.

Yang wanted to get as far away from Caemlyn as possible. He knew that he could not handle so many Dragons all at once. Even the outcome of the Haldram confrontation was in question. Yang flew at low level. He did not want the other Renegade Dragons spotting him. Haldram flew in pursuit of Yang, matching him for speed and level. The taste of naphthalene was once again graced his mouth as he flew. Still, at that speed, the chances of hitting were slim.

Soon the seacoast came into view. Yang veered to gain height, followed closely by Haldram. The concentration was immense as Yang furiously flapped his wings. Bracing himself for the tremendous whiplash effect, he turned his head and spitted out a fireball. At that speed in ascent, Haldram could only avoid the main strike, his wings slicing through the fireball. The sear left a hole in the wing membrane, and Haldram found himself drifting when he shouldn’t. Breaking off pursuit, Haldram flew back to the sea level. The spray from the waves cooled the burns, enough for Haldram to continue the battle.

 

[hybirdx]

"where....where are they going?no matter!I need to find out who the hell was that frak and who he worked for!"fin jumped up and acendently hit his head on a branch"ow!!!!!!damnit!!!!!I hate when that happens!!!"after fins head stoped throbbing he got up and followed the scent of the warrior"ok this i whear i killed him,now....where.....bingo!!!now.If i can find a simmaler scent..."

 

[Dark Warrior]

Lheyklanth

The day was beginning to dawn, and Oldwing was already making preparations to meet with the most seperated of the lesser folk, and the most intelligent: the elves. Perhaps those peaceful folk will talk with him.
The dragon took off, away from his cave, immediately heading towards the forests of the elven folk. They were few, but were the most likely to listen to the dragon's pleas.
After an hour or so of flying, Oldwing flew lower over the forests below him, his eyes spying the elven city below him. As he swooped down lower, he searched for a large enough landing area for himself, but it was in vain. Instead, he concentrated, and, just as he was moments from crashing into the first of the elven tree-top buildings, he polymorphed into a winged elf, the form in which he quickly lowered himself to the tree-top pathway. He was immediately confronted by five elves, with bows in their hands, arrows in the notch, and hatred in their eyes.
The old dragon put his hands above his head in a sign of peace as he tucked his new, delicate wings behind him.
"Hail, elves of this fair wood. I come in peace. I would appreciate it if you would take me to your leader."

 

[Zircon]

Yang & Haldram

Yang broke off his ascent as soon as he realized that Haldram was longer in pursuit. Not wanting to let Haldram off too easily, Yang descended to sea level also. Yang had another fireball brewing in his mouth. Yang was well aware of any tricks that the ancient might throw at him. Eyeing him warily, Yang kept his distance, just circling waiting for the fireball to be ready and his wing tip inserts to be in range.

But Haldram was a master of tricks, and he always got out of range in the nick of time. His speed and ferocity had not diminished even with the charred stump on his left fore limb and torn wing. But Yang had something special brewing; his fireball had a slight twist this one time. Yang had been practicing about the amount of saliva to encase the mixture. Too much, and the mixture does not light too easily, but when lit, the resulting fireball would go through a brick wall. To little, and the fireball could not be distinguished from the normal flamethrower. Yang had to mixed it just right, so that the ensuing fireball would disintegrate upon the slightest contact.

Circling almost endlessly, Yang and Haldram warily eyed each other, each waiting for the other to make the fatal mistake. Haldram was a master, but Yang was a fast learner. And in this life or death game, there was no second best. Getting his claws and wings ready for a strike; Yang spit the fireball at Haldram’s face. As expected, Haldram flinched and turned to avoid it, while spitting a fireball in return. But the tips of his wings grazed the fireball, and it exploded in midair, showering Haldram with flames. Haldram’s fireball again caught Yang squarely in the back, the smell of charred scales wafted down to his nostrils.

Yang ignored the pain and proceeded to slice a long gash with his wing tips onto Haldram’s exposed chest. Both were in an incredible amount of pain when they fell into the sea. The splash of the impact of large bodies on the water was huge. Yang was a good swimmer having played in the underground pool, but Haldram was struggling to reach the surface. His limbs were tiring and his chest spurted out blood faster and faster at the exertions. Yang was also tired but he managed to reach the surface to gasp the fresh air. Yang was ready for Haldram, but all he could see were bubbles.

Yang took a deep breath and dived into the depths. The water was greenish but clear. He saw Haldram struggling madly to reach the surface. With a few quick strokes, Yang was beside Haldram. Catching the limb stub, Yang pulled Haldram to the surface using his wings and tails as propulsion. The beach laid not too far, so Yang and Haldram managed to reach it before collapsing from exhaustion. Yang was too exhausted to speak, so he let sleep and whatever minute healing powers that he had take over. Haldram was still choking and grasping for air, but soon his regular breathing signaled that he too fell into slumber.

 

[chewbacca71]

Brazous

Brazous approached the dragon colony with some doubts. He was not sure how to proceed at this point, since other dragons knew who his father was.He landed a few miles from the compound and turned to human form , hiding under a tree. He tried to think of how he was going to accomplish his mission. Then, the queen of fate smiled on him, providing him with a means to do just that. Brazous saw the young blue dragon , Grandath, winging out of the compound going to the north.

Brazous remember Grandath as one of the dragons most against the exile of the rebellious dragons. He had pushed for death, since both of his parents had been killed in the battle for control of the colony. Brazous remembers this very same dragon raging out of control, frothing at the mouth , vowing revenge on the colony. Watching him fly off with his keen eyesight, Brazous comes up with an evil idea.

Allowing the young dragon to get a mile or so ahead of him, Brazous follows Grandath till he is far from the colony. Then , the mighty dragon, speeds up the churning of his wings to get ahead of the Grandath, into the cloud bank directly ahead. Grandath, unknowing that his life is about to end , flies directly into a stream of concentrated acid. His death scream echoes as his face is partially melted off, while his eyes are seared to small pits. Grandath lost control , coming down hard into a rocky area off shore. His pain wracked body dissappears under the powerful waves.

Brazous circles the site for a few minutes, then flies back towards the compound. He gets within a mile and lands in a large meadow. He sits on his haunches and brings out a power that even his father did not know he possessed. He had found a way to alter his ability to polymorph. He took the form of the cocky young dragon Grandath, even down to the mismatched yellow scales on his back. Brazous, surveying his new body, smiles evilly as he jumps in the air and flies towards the colony.

 

[hybirdx]

"I got it....now all i have to do is follow it"Fin followed the scent for an while until he lost it"damn!he must of hidden it!jezz who are these people...and where am I-hey this is the legends path!my friend shimui used this path to find that village!heh,maybe i can get info there!"

 

[Dark Warrior]

Lheyklanth

Lheyklanth, still in his winged elven form, was brought before the elven lord of the city, at only the cost of a couple of elven lives. Death always came to the pompous.
"I understand you are a dragon." the elven lord said, even before Lheyklanth came to a halt in front of the elf, who was aged, though he showed no signs of it.
"Forgive me for not bowing to you, but it is not in my nature. I am not just a dragon - I am Oldwing, former Supreme Father of the Dragon Colony. I am the only Grey dragon in existence at this point in time, the most regal and powerful of all the spectrum." Lheyklanth said, his eyes never leaving the golden ones of the elven lord.
"Let me introduce myself. I am Galanadel, Lord of this fine city of Hweynor. But tell me this, Oldwing: if you are as powerful as you say, why is it then that you are only the former Supreme Father of your colony?"
"That is a matter I would rather not talk about. I have come here for a reason, Galanadel, Lord of Hweynor. You elves are the most intelligent and peaceful of all the races of this world - is this the truth?"
"It is." Galanadel said, nodding slowly.
"I have come here to tell you one thing: we dragons do not want war. The majority of our colony is peaceful, perhaps more so than your own people."
"Then how do you explain the destruction of a city by your kin?" the elf asked after a moment, his eyes narrowing at Lheyklanth's, as an elven servant passed a glass of wine to the lord.
"That was an action not endorsed by myself in any way. That was performed by a group of outcast dragons, who have become more disobediant now than ever. I assure you that the Colony will be taking action upon these outcasts, and their crimes."
Galanadel swirled his wine a little, finally taking his eyes off the winged elf before him to stare into the purple mixture.
"I understand what you are saying, Oldwing. I can tell you are telling the truth. But you we have never had any contact with. The humans have been friends to us for a very long time, and their hearts are set on your destruction. The best I can promise you is that I shall speak to the human lords on your behalf. I shall attempt to calm their hearts. But I cannot guarantee they will listen. In fact, I should die of surprise if they changed their minds at my behest." The elf now looked up into Lheyklanth's eyes, his peircing gaze staring straight through the dragon.
Lheyklanth bowed his head for a moment. "I thank you greatly, good Galanadel. I understand that you cannot do much, and would not blame you at all if the humans do attack us. Perhaps, if our peoples live out the upcoming war, we could learn to be friends..."
"Nothing would please me more, Oldwing, former Supreme Father of the Dragon Colony. Now, if you will excuse me, I have important business to attend to."
The winged elf nodded and turned, leaving without a word, a smile playing at his lips. With no further ado he floated into the air, and once he gained the elevation he needed, he transmutated back into his dragon form and flew away.

 

[chewbacca71]

Brazous

Brazous landed in the courtyard and immediately made for the bathing area of the colony. None of the dragons present paid him any attention, obviously his new body was not a popular dragon. Excellent, this will make my mission all the easier. With his parents both dead, maybe few dragons really knew him., allowing me to do what I need to with little distractions.
Brazous went into the water, submerging himself to the wingline, closing his eyes pretending to sleep.

His keen hearing brought some words to his ears. A couple of the dragons on the shore were talking about the unpresidented thing that had just taken place. The council had a public meeting in which they explained to the populous that Oldwing had abdicated his power base and left it up to the council to decide who takes over. The furvor from this meeting still permeated the air as these dragons talked among themselves of possible candidates. Ah, decension in the colony, this could not have come at a better time.

Brazous notices off to his right that two of the members of the council have also entered the water to bathe. They had created a cone of silence around them to talk, but once in a while , one or the other would exit the area by accident. Brazous was able to pick up them talking about a punitive raid against the exiles. He was not able to get enough information and was trying to make out more of the words. They stopped talking and finished bathing, leaving the water for the shore. Brazous made the decision to follow the council member, Lwentlach, a gold dragon to see if he could get any more information for his father. He quickly leaves the pool, shaking off to get rid of the excess water. He mounts the stone steps, following Lwentlach at a discreet distance.

 

[Zircon]

Yang & Haldram

Yang struggled to open his eyes. The pain was rushing back into his consciousness. He forced himself awake because of the precarious situation he was in. He did not want Haldram awake before he did, or he would be at a disadvantage. Balancing himself on his forepaws, Yang laboriously looked around for any signs of life other than Haldram. Yang was immediately fully awakened when he realized that Haldram was missing. Ignoring the pain, Yang got on his hindquarters and stretched himself to full height. Haldram was still nowhere to be seen.

Haldram walked painfully further inland. His strength was almost gone, but he was still alive. A rustling in the bushes announced that a meal was nearby. Grimacing, Haldram was soon enjoying a snack of two woodcutters who had inadvertently wandered too near. Haldram was of the mind of going back to the island to report but his curiosity about the unconscious dragon gnawed on him. He made the decision of going back to the beach to get some answers.

‘Glad to see that you’re awake,’ Haldram spoke quietly as he ambled back.

‘What…’

‘Truce for now, Yang… Unless you really want to finish this…’ Haldram’s words were dripping with sarcasm about the abilities of Yang to finish the ‘game’. Haldram knew that this was a bluff, with his weakened condition.

‘All right, truce. Where have you been? You could have finished me whilst I slept…’

‘Humph. Yes I could have, but I didn’t. No need to dwell on unpleasantness if it didn’t happened.’

An uneasy pause stood between them. Both got into comfortable position, but still eying each other guardedly. Finally it was Yang that broke the silence.

‘You have a foot stuck on the right side…’ Yang pointing to the half of a leg sticking out from Haldram’s snout.

With his good limb, Haldram struck that offending limb off and sucked the flesh off.

‘Yang, your mother is Rhea right?’ Haldram asked while absently using the leg bone to pick his teeth.

Yang nodded, not daring to speak.

‘How is she? I mean, is she alright, in good health, and still as beautiful as ever?’

‘She is fine. She has always been beautiful, but I don’t see what that has to do with anything. I just spoke to her before I followed you from the island. What made the island so special that you had to go and get yourself exiled to?’

Haldram creased his brow, his horns perked up in deep thought before answering Yang’s question.

‘All for one person. You mother, Rhea.’