The Dragon Wars

[hybirdx]

"..." 'I can't belive the energy I'm feeling.... It feels likes Z's..... Yet the only family member of Zyzzx's I even heard of was Char!' Fin had been at the foot of an giant forest for an almost an hour, he had an feeling since he left the colony "Hmmm... WhyamI thinking about Blue again!?! Come on fin! Focus!!! Now, lets try the wolf form again"

Fin once again started to transform "come on..... just a bit more....." Once again Fin had stoped transforming, but his wings were still there "SON OF A- huh?" Fin suddenly felt the energy again "If that isn't Char, then I'm going bezerk!" He entered the forest hoping to find out the energy he had been feeling

 

[Zircon]

Haldram

Haldram saw the Black leading the force back from exile. Some of the younger ones who had never been to the Draklor Chain would be surprised. The Colony was a far cry from the dreadfully uninteresting Isle. But Haldram was not here to greet the rest of the troupe. He wanted to speak to Pyrymis first, before the conference began.

‘Hail Pyrymis. We need to talk privately right now,’ as Haldram led Pyrymis to one side.

‘Pyrymis, I think we need to send Brazous and a group of the strongest Dragons to the Northern End of Draklor Chain. We are exposed here, even though there is a truce. We’ve just opened our britches so to speak. Our numbers mean nothing here. Some of the Dragons, the old ones anyway, are still privately resisting the idea of a reconciliation. Make no mistake, Pyrymis, we are definitely exposed here with our scant numbers. I think we need a back up plan in case things go wrong. The Northern End is just close enough if the rest of us gets into trouble.’

Pursing his brows in thought, Haldram added after a pause, ‘Pyrymis, be careful of what you say in the conference. And for The Supreme Mother’s sake, don’t loose your temper. I know Lhey, and in his sojourn in the wild, he seemed to have an epiphany of some sorts. Simply, he does not look like Lhey of old. His eyes have much zeal and life, not befitting one of such age.’

Haldram was beginning to feel the heat beating like a dirty hammer on his back. He longed for the cool, calming waters of the underground lake. But business usually came first, and this was no different.

‘In the meantime, I’ll check the extent of support for Lhey to come back as Supreme Father. I know a few who entertains such ideas. And at the same time, I’ll check out the support for Rune as the Head of the Dragon Council. That one has so far eluded me. Rune could make or break this for us, Pyrymis. It’s best that we know more. Have a good day then, my old friend. I’ll see you after the conference.’

 

[Dark Warrior]

Lheyklanth

Oldwing shook his giant wings, stretching them, making sure they were prepared in case Brazous had anything sneaky in mind. He had not seen Pyrymis' son since the black was but a whelp, and no doubt the dragon harboured a lot of hatred towards the grey.
Of course, there was most likely nothing Oldwing could do if he was attacked.
"Brazous, greetings." he called out as the black dragon camed slowly downwards out of the sky, when he was within earshot. He did not let his eyes stray to the dragons behind him, knowing that any sign of weakness he displayed could be used against him, instead locking eyes with the black dragon himself. It was scary, Oldwing thought, that this dragon, who he had last seen when he was barely three times the size of a human, was nearly as large as the giant grey himself, but he tried desperately not to show it.

 

[Zircon]

Yang

Yang saw Char leave. The war had brought many strange bedfellows. Least of all Char. He had not really known his brother, being wrong exiled like so many, years before. Yang shook off the feeling of frustration that this war had brought on. It was wrong. He had contributed to this wrongness, and that feeling was gnawing on his heart.

The day wore on, and Yang made his way towards Jessica’s house. Like the rest of the village, it was made out of stripped logs. Nevertheless, this was looked like it was better made than the rest. Not that Yang could tell, because he was not a carpenter, but perhaps the cleanliness of the place looked more inviting than the rest. Yang could smell the positively delicious smells wafting from the windows. His stomach growled rather loudly, and so he knocked.

A wizened old lady greeted him at the door. Her apron was stain splotched but I could tell that she was a jolly personage. Mothers are the same everywhere. ‘You must be Yang, I’m Wanda, Jess’ mother. She has told me all about how you’d saved her this morning. Please come in to my humble home.’

The furniture was sparse, but comfortable. It lack the any luxurious trappings, but the feeling of homeliness was overwhelming. The subtle woman’s touch could be seen. The meal was delicious. So was the company. For a Dragon, such trifle helpings barely even scratched his throat. But the thirst for knowledge overrode basic animalistic instincts.

Yang help to pay for the meal by toting water from the well.

‘Jessica, how do you feel about the war?’ asked Yang during one such water trip.

‘Ummm… I’m not sure. On one side, it was a shock to me that the legend of Dragons is not a legend. They are real creatures. For so many, bedtimes stories became real. Its quite a wonder that the Dragons have kept themselves hidden for so long, probably beyond memory. But on the other side, they have attacked without warning. Many people got killed. So I hate them for that. We have done nothing to them, except worship or revere them as wise creatures. You’ve to ask my brother about the war, since he is rather enthusiastic…’

Yang was quite amazed that the female kind could talk and do housework at the same time.

‘What about you, Yang?’

‘Me? I don’t know. I really don’t. Like you said, Dragons are of myths and legends. But now, they’ve appeared. And now, we’ve a war to exterminate dragons. But why? Why kill such magnificent creatures?’

‘We’ve got to protect ourselves from attack. Our leaders have said that to protect ourselves from dangerous creatures, we have to kill them first. A menace that must be destroyed, much like when we hunt foxes to protect our henhouses. Dragons have gone from being legends to a menace. And so we must act first, before we ourselves are destroyed. I know it’s cruel, but what choice do we have?’

‘Well, you could talk to them, or find some solution… Because this war will kill many more before we see the end of it…’

‘Ah, talking… Talking did the folks of Caemlyn none too good. What I’m surprised is why now. I mean, why all of the sudden, the Dragons appeared after all these years. Where have they been? Certainly not under my bed as the bedtime stories go…’ Jessica laughter was rich.

Yang was tired, and hungry. The food he ate would adequately fill the bellies of many a man. But he was a Dragon.

‘Thank you Jessica for a lovely evening. The day grows very late, and you must seek your rest ere too long.’

‘That’s all right, Yang. Come with me. I’ll show you the barn. The hay is dry and here’s a blanket to keep you warm for the night.’

 

[chewbacca71]

Pyrymis

Pyrymis looks over at his old friend. "You are right, I will send Brazous with a contingent of 25 dragons to that location. That should be more than enough to hold any invasion. I will hold my temper as best I can. My wishes have more or less been granted. We are out in the open and fighting for control of the world. What more could I ask for? "

 

[cats]

Char

OOC: I'm a bit tired of waiting for Hy to replie so I'll just skip that.
IC: I moved forward threw the forest on foot. Finaly satisfeid that no one could be in the vesenty he transormed . I unfold my gaint psarlying blue wings. "Time to take flight." I flap my wings send air flowing onwward. "Oh it's been way to long." A head off towards the colony.

 

[Zircon]

Yang

The barn was another collection of logs. It had a second floor where the hay was kept for the winter. On the first floor, were some cows contently chewing. It took a lot of resolve not to morph and have beef for supper.

Yang settled in for the night, waiting for noises coming from the house to drop, so that he can go hunting. The lights in the house dimmed. And Yang prepared himself. But then he was startled by the barn door opening quietly. He looked for a weapon, but all he found was a pitchfork with a broken handle.

Yang looked foolish with the pitchfork held up high above his head, when he realized that the intruder was Jessica.

‘What on earth are you doing?’ Whispered Jessica, the dim light of a shielded candle revealing her mischievous eyes.

‘Well, just exercising with this pitchfork here, after that hearty meal…’

She tried to stifle some giggles, but was not succeeding. This brought some giggles from Yang also. But waking up the entire village was not an option. So Yang helped Jessica up the loft, the bales of hay muffling the sounds.

‘Why are up so late at night. Jessica?’

‘Please call me Jess. I was bored, well not really bored. I long for company, and well, umm… I really want to thank you for saving my life…’

‘No thanks is necessary, Jess. It was my duty and honor to save such a beautiful woman.’

‘Do you really think that I’m beautiful? And a woman? Hehehe…’

‘Well, you’re beautiful, although I haven’t met many… you could say that I’ve been a hermit.’

Yang would never forget the next few moments. Jessica, without any preamble, grabbed him by the neck, and kissed him soundly in the lips. Yang did not know how to respond, even when their tongues twirled together. His hunger was forgotten, as he felt the warmth flow downwards.

She took his shirt off in one fluid motion, as their lips were still locked together. His hands roamed her body, in an automatic response, even as his mind was lingering on the new sensations. She broke off the kiss just long enough to take off her peasant smock. In the dim moonlight, Yang felt, rather than saw, the smooth skin of her breasts. Her eyes rolled back, and she purred, at least it sounded like purring to Yang.

He did not help when she took off his pants. His phallus erect like steel, harder than it was ever before. The head glistened with moisture, in anticipation of something greater than a kiss. Yang was content with just the warm embrace and kisses to his face and body, especially the ticklish twirling of her tongue in his ear. But Jessica had other plans in mind. Her roaming soon brought her expert tongue to his groin. She started with a slow motion of dragging her tongue from the base to the tip. Yang, for the first time in his life, felt his spine contract and tingle. And then she twirled around the base of the mushroom head, lightly flicking. And then, she took the length in her mouth. Her teeth and tongue acting in concert with the up-down motion of her mouth. By this time, blood was inextricably rushing to his head. Sweat was forming, even though the night was cool.

Unable to resist any longer, Yang pulled Jessica back up, face to face. Both of their breaths were heavy. Yang wanted to return the ‘favor’. And so, he too roamed her body, occasionally stopping long enough to plant kisses. Her areola was filled with goose bumps, as his hot breath touched them. The nipple was erect like his phallus. Yang was a fast learner. He twirled his tongue around the areola, and sucked the nipple, devoting as much time as possible on each.

He pulled the dress all the way down and off. Her thighs were as smooth as the rest of her. He had never seen a female naked before, although Rhea had described the Lesser Races anatomy to him. The scent wafting from her inner thighs was intoxicating. Her hair was sparse, quite unlike those described. Yang peered, getting closer and closer. The nub was engorged, and so he flicked his tongue towards it. A suppressed scream escaped from her mouth, as if she was trying hard not to scream while biting her tongue. The taste of her in his mouth totally blew Yang’s mind. It was like nothing he had ever tasted before. Sweet, yet not sugary sweet. Tasteful, and yet had no taste. Emboldened, he took the nub fully in his mouth, curling his tongue around it, while his lips sucked hard. Not contented with the simplicity so far, Yang traced the Runic alphabet on her nub. Then, she shuddered uncontrollably, arching her back high in the process. Yang stopped immediately, unsure if he had hurt her.

When the shakes subsided, she hushed his disquiet and pulled him up. Yang had no idea what was going to happen next, but her hands had a life of its own. She drew him in for a lingering kiss while her hands reached for his now painfully hard phallus. At the gate of her inner sanctum, she loitered a while, letting their moisture mix. Then she slowly inserted his harness into her, letting the inner folds envelop every inch. Hoarsely whispering for him to thrust, she taught him what bliss was. He encountered a slight barrier on the first thrust, but with a little bit of extra effort, the barrier disappeared. The interior undulations and tightness created sensations hitherto unknown.

She held on tight to him, her legs wrapped around his back. His knees rubbed against the blanket, creating burns that would be felt tomorrow morning. But for now, their breaths quickened, the minds numb from the feelings. The thrusts became less dignified, as both were completely swept away. He felt his essence rising to the tip, a flood waiting to be released from captivity. Abandonment was the only option left, and he let loose the flood. For the briefest moment, it was as if time had stopped. And then, he felt his whole being rush into her. His spine locked, as the flow of his essence continued unabated.

Yang opened his eyes after a while, and drank deep the contentment showing in Jessica’s eyes. His phallus went limp, and it took very little effort to disengage himself. He had a stupid grin on his face, but the smell of her hair on his shoulders as they slept, erased any embarrassment. Yang’s plan of getting supper was completely forgotten now.

 

[cats]

Char

IC: Aa, how I had forgoten the joy of flight. The feel of there air all around you. The ground flowing beath you. What's that? I noticed a small source of light on the ground. There something metal there. I hovered in the auir looking at it. As the shine got closer I noticed it was an arrow.

The arrow periced right threw my left wing. How dose an arrow move that fast? I found himself falling. Not because the arrow but because the great wind that fallowed it. I tumbulled down word and crashed hard into the ground.

His thoughts left him as he layed there for some amount of hours before he awoke. To the sounds of a young woman. 'I know Ty, I'll finish off this brainless beast before he gets up.' I found my strength again. I forced his eyes open and gazzed out to a young lady and a falcon on her shoulder. "Who are you talking to." I used my magic to regenerate the small cuts and bruises, from the crash, as well as the whole in his wing. 'It can talk.' The girl was beside herself in shock. But a short lived one. She quickly drew an arrow for her bow and pointed it at me.

 

[Zircon]

Yang

She awoke first, the false dawn acting as a natural clock. Yang was awaken by the gentle movement of Jessica away from his body. But his mind was still groggy, as she got dressed and pulled the blanket tighter around Yang. He was warm and contented. She had no idea what came over her last night, but it was special. Her heart felt light and wonderful. She wanted to sing, but her joyful sounds would surely wake the village. And the village was to remain oblivious to what had happened last night.

Yang felt the warmth of the sun on his face. He turned but Jessica had already left for her morning chores. He contemplated on just lying there, absorbed by the memory of last night. His body was sore, and his stomach reasserted itself by growling loudly. He tried to get up, but nearly fell back down, as his knees hurt. He felt the aches, but wondered why Jessica had not commented on his numerous scars adorning his body. He forced himself up, upon hearing the sounds of a village coming alive just outside the barn.

The sun was welcomed warmth on his face when he opened the door. Then he saw Jessica smiled at him, as she drew water from the well.

‘Good Morning, sleepy head…’

‘Good morning, Jess. About last night…’

‘Hehehe… hush. There will be time for talk later. I’ve many chores to do. Wash your face, and there’s some cold breakfast inside the house.’ She smiled warmly and gave him a quick kiss on the lips, inserting her tongue as well.

Yang felt himself rising to the occasion, but the kiss and Jess did not linger. He felt for the first time, a hot flush of disappointment. But he swallowed it, hoping that there was no one around to see the tent pole rising from his pants.

The morning passed with Yang learning, with deep calluses on his hands, life in small peasant village.

Yang and Jessica were having their lunch by barn, when they heard a commotion coming from the far end of the village.

A procession of carts was rolling in from the main town. Crying could be heard from everywhere. Sorrow had descended upon the village. The men who led the oxen-pulled carts looked tired and extremely bedraggled. Some had bandages. Some were bloodied, but whether it was their own blood or not, Yang could not tell.

Jessica and her mother fell to their knees as they cradled the lifeless bodies of their husband, father and brother. Yang felt a wrench in his heart. He could not bear the sight of Jess sobbing. The pain extended to him. He had seen death many times, but this time, something was different. He did not know what was different.

Yang asked the leader of the death procession about what had happened. He told Yang that the men in the village had volunteered for the war. There were marching and training at the nearest big town. Jess’ father and brother were manning a ballista for the militia. Then unexpectedly, a Dragon came swooping down, a firestorm of death from the sky.

Yang sank to his knees. His hands to his face, and his body shaking uncontrollably. What had he done…

 

[cats]

Char

'Well if you can talk dragon then you must also be able to listen.' The girl said. This area is holy ground. Every thing in these woods up to that mountain there belongs to Celst, the wind god. So I will spare you for now. If you promise to leave with out causeing any harm.'

I looked her in the eye and gave her my word. I would leave this area as soon as I could. I don't want any more enemys, after all I have almost every member of the lesser races, and several dragons from both colonys. Pissing off a god wouldn't be a smart thing to do.

'One more thing dragon.' I looked at her once more. What could she want now? 'Don't fly in this area. It' offends my goddes. She grants that right only to her servents.' "So you want me to walk out of here?" 'Yes, head that way it's the shortest path out. only about ten miles.' "Ten miles as a dragon flys or walks!" I was begining to get angry. 'You decide. Hopefully I won't see you again.' I watched turn into a gaint eagle and fly away. I then grudgeinly took up my new trial.

 

[chewbacca71]

Brazous

Brazous looked over at the former leader of the dragons. "Hello Oldwing, it has been many years since I have seen you. I bring with me most of the strength of our colony. There are others that will follow, but for now , this is what I have brought. Remember that none of these dragons are as disposable as your own. My Father will be angry if many are injured in the upcoming battles. I fear though, that we may be in for more trouble than we thought. I have scouted out many of the lesser folks, and they are all on a war footing. This is going to be more a bloody encounter for sure. "

 

[hybirdx]

'It was Char...' Fin hid behind a giant boulder as Char left for the vilage "Well.... It seems that the dragons are actualy getting along for the time being.... I better get back to the colny myself" Fin raised his wings and took off

 

[Zircon]

Yang

Yang’s tears rolled down unabashed. He knew not why he was crying, and even that he could actually cry. But apparently in his human form, he had inherited the emotions, as well as physical attributes. Soon the entire village was in mourning.

Yang did not know what to say, think or do. He was as confused as before. On one hand, he wanted to fly back to the colony and defend from the assault. On the other hand, he wanted to fly back and destroy every last one of the Dragons. And so, he sat down underneath a tree, watching the funeral proceedings. The villagers quickly buried their dead. The solemnity of the event made Yang forget about his hunger.

‘Jess… I’m sorry…’ Yang finally said.

Jess nodded. Her tears rolling down her cheeks, as she laid her head on his shoulders.

‘Yang, its not your fault. It’s the Dragons’ fault. If they haven’t appeared, none of these would have happened. And my brother and father would still be alive.’

They silently held hands to lay flowers on the recently covered graves. There were crude markers, but none of the villagers knew how to write.

‘Yang, I’m going to take their place. I’ll be leaving for the Rothin in about an hour. Would you like to follow?’

‘What?… What do you mean take their place? I hope that it doesn’t mean that you’re going to join the war?’

‘Why not? There is no one else left. And they killed my brother and father. I’m not some woman who stays back while others fight. This is my fight too. If you think I’m weak, then you’re in for a big surprise. So I’m asking one more time, Yang, are you with us or against us?’

“Jess I don’t want you to think that I’m weak. And I didn’t think that you’re weak either. But by joining this war, do you think that you will make a difference?’

‘Yang, you obviously do want to be with me. Then so be it. But my mind is made up, and nothing that you can say or do will change it.’ And Jess walked away with a huff, and without a further glance back.

Yang was in a quandary now. To join would pit him against his brethren. But to decline would see him loose everything that he had gained so far. What to do? The path before forks in two totally opposite direction now…

 

[chewbacca71]

Pyrymis

Pyrymis looked at the other dragons that had helped put him in Exile. "I need to talk to Oldwing now, so we can plan what we are going to do. Lead me to him. "

 

[cats]

Char

I flew up to a mountin high above the colony over looking it. Is that an army. It apears that we are going to war regardless. Pitty, I did like the humans. They hadmsuch great potentail. Oh well what is done is done. Now Prehaps I should present myself. I can take up the comand I once had. Such a long time ago. Such a very long time ago.

 

[Zircon]

Yang

The town was bustling with activity. The real military mingling with hastily recruited local militias. The was close to absolute chaos in the town as the war footing got under way. The creaking of the re-built war machines was loud, as were the voices of excitement. There quite a few scuffles breaking out as the men tried to prove their bravery with each other.

Yang wondered if the bravado would still exist when confronted with a full sized, fire-breathing Dragon. He shook his head. There would be mourning soon, the gay atmosphere a distant memory.

Jess and a group of the village women were heading towards the town council hall, where they would sign up. Yang followed discreetly, since he did not know what else to do. The sign-up desk was full of activity, as many more volunteers came to replace those that he had killed. The were a large amount of women, and young men, barely out of their adolescent age.

The sign-up was fairly easy and quick. The militia was desperate, and in desperation, anyone who could walk and carry a weapon was considered a valid recruit. Each new recruit was assigned a unit, under the command of a sergeant. The sergeant was a professional soldier, from the City’s army.

‘Yang… We’re in the same unit, manning a ballista, whatever that is. Our sergeant’s name is Wilcor.’

‘Huh?! What? I’m in what…?’

‘Come on, you silly. We’ve gotta to report in before night fall. Come on…’

Her enthusiasm was lost on Yang. But he meekly followed her, in hopes that tonight would be another special night. He just could not get the slight pain in heart to go away. Yang nearly got into several fights, as he and Jess jostled through the throng trying to reach their unit. He was not concentrating hard enough, as his dilemma intruded his thoughts quite often.

Sergeant Wilcor was a huge man, with curling whiskers. It seemed that he was very proud of his whiskers, by the way he keeps twirling the ends. And he had a booming voice.

‘You, yes you, over here. Front and center,’ he shouted to Jess and Yang.

‘Good you have your unit papers. So, here’s the short and simple. You do what I tell you to do, and nothing else. You don’t talk, and you don’t think. You just say Yes Sir, and go do it. Now if you don’t understand that, please feel free to ask me…’ Sergeant Wilcor had his fist at Yang’s face when he asked that question.

‘Good, no questions? Then we begin. We march tomorrow. You two will be manning this ballista here. All you two have to do is carry those rocks from over there to over here. You sometimes will be told to carry food and water. And you sometimes will be told to carry something else. That will be all you have to do.’

Sergeant Wilcor then eyed Jess up and down in an unsavory manner. But Yang immediately stood in between the Sergeant and Jess, and said, ‘Where will my wife and myself be sleeping tonight, Sir?’

Sergeant Wilcor saw in Yang’s eyes that Yang will brook no arguments. ‘Um…Yeah…sleep. Go see Corporal Leslie.’

As the sergeant walked away, he felt that there was something different in Yang’s eyes. Something not to be fooled around with. He shuddered as for the first time, he feared a man. He wowed to put Yang in a position where Yang would have a greater chance of getting killed.

 

[Dark Warrior]

Lheyklanth

Oldwing frowned at Brazous' suggestion that the dragons of the Colony were more expendable than the Exiles. Normally he would react angrily to such a suggestion, but now he knew that diplomacy was many times more important than his own pride and that of the the Dragons of the Colony.
"That it will be, I have no doubt. I have heard many worrying things, but I would rather discuss them when your Pyrymis and Rune arrive. I truly hope that they will come with the other dragons you speak of - they will be essential in the upcoming battles. But, enough with formality - welcome back to the Colony, young one. Feel free to wander, to reacustom yourself with this place, for..." he took a deep breath, before raising his voice so the other Exiles could hear him, "...once we have achieved victory, any of those that fight against the Lesser Folk will be welcomed back to the Colony, if it is their will."
It was a desperate act, and the Exiles knew that as well as Oldwing did - but the Colony was running short of Red dragons, who had long been the prime protectors of their Colony, and Black dragons, without which no Greys would be born.

 

[chewbacca71]

Brazous

Brazous looks over at Oldwing. "I think my father is here now. I will find him and send him to you. Rune should also be with him. I am sure that the dragons that are left after this war, will be more than happy to come back to the colony. Let me go for now, we will have more time to talk after our victory. " Brazous leaves Oldwing behind as he goes to the landing meadow.

He sees that his father and Rune have arrived. "Father, Oldwing is waiting for you in his chambers, you and Rune of course. What would you have me do? "

 

[chewbacca71]

Pyrymis

Pyrymis looks over at his son. "Thank you Brazous, I will go to meet him. I want you to go to the North Ridge, bring half of the Exile strength with you. Haldram has informed me that he feels that is the most vulnerable part of our defenses. I want you where you will make the most difference. " Pyrymis watches as his son goes out into the meadow and barks out orders. He sees his son fly off with 30 dragons following him. Pyrymis wonders if he has overstepped his boundaries, but it is for the sake of all the dragons.

 

[hybirdx]

Fin flew as quick as he could. He wanted to be there with his buddys when the battle started. 'I wonder how much they changed?'

Instantly, Fin stoped seeing that another dragon in his path 'Who is that?'

 

[Zircon]

Yang

Corporal Leslie was a woman. She looked feminine enough, but the professional way she handled her weapons showed her true self. Jess and Yang found her practicing with several other new recruits. She showed them a tent for the night. There were two others in the tent with that night, so nothing outwardly happened. Although Jess got up in the middle of the night and snuggled with Yang. Underneath the blanket, however, neither Yang nor Jess could sleep much…

The march towards Draklor Chain was hard and slow, the column over covering only a few leagues a day. But the mountain chain was not far. Yang could feel blisters forming on his hands and his muscles sore from the constant wrestling to get the ballista moving. That night after he had laid with Jess, he snuck out and devastated a herd of cows from a nearby farm. Sex was making him more hungry than usual, that plus the scant amount of camp food. The next morning, the news of the attack on the herd was abuzz throughout the camp. Soon, from a herd of cows, the news became an attack by a group of Dragons on a entire farmstead with numerous human casualties. Yang laughed when he heard that.

Draklor Chain, the home of the once mythical Dragons. The entire area was shrouded in the morning fog. The aura of mystery was heavy in the air. Not many people had actually seen these mountains. The thick forests surrounding it contained many other dangerous creatures, who looked upon man as a source of fresh meat. Maybe quite a few had ever beheld these beautiful mountains, but they never returned to tell the tale.

The morning’s silence was broken only the creaking of war machines. All the men talked in hushed tones. The horses’ breathe steamed in the morning, impatient hooves clawing on the wet ground. The reality of the impending war had finally sunk in. The gaiety that was present replaced by ominous fear of death.

Sergeant Wilcor’s unit was sent to the Northern end of the Mountain Chain. We were to be a part of the flanking maneuver. Yang was glad that his unit was not the main spearhead. Under the command of Pyrymis and Oldwing, the main thrust in the center would be easily crushed. But the Lesser folks had lots of reserves, continuously coming up from the rear. The supply trains were several leagues long, the warehouses emptied of their grain to feed the huge army.

Yang immediately recognize the area when they got close. The ballistae was in place. The rocks and amphora of naphtha and pitch nearby, already prepared. The battle would soon be joined…

 

[cats]

Char

I had left the mountain top. Wlking freely around the armys. There was much tension between the two sides. Of those that knew me, I was met with the same. Many had known I was banished. Then there were those from exile that knew I had left. I had no side in this army. I wasn't well comed by either side they both looked at me as an outcast.

I marched forward and pressed on takeing in what was happening as I went. I came to the back of some one I did know, OldWing. Prehaps I could find out more of the present events from him. Wait he isn't the head of the council any more now it was Rune. Hmmm, that name rung a bell. Who was he though.

"So..... OldWing..... um.... ya...." boy talk about ackward. He is formal enough to think of me as an allie. I was one of his resorces before I was expelled. Heck that the reason I was banished. Many of the dragons I was incharge of rebelled. Because of it I the one in charge was removed from the colony with the others. "Do we have a plan yet?"

 

[poohlive]

"Well, here we all are then."
Rune circled back, looking first at Oldwing, and then back at Pyrimus. It was almost like something out of a prophecy. The old leader, back again, the new one, in full power, and his alliance. The smell of defeat was visible in the air as these three dragons finally came together.
"Oldwing, I'm glad you came back to us. Some of us were beginning to think you might have abandoned dragonkind, but I knew better. Your heart was in the right place."
He nodded to the dragon whom he had once respected so much. The power, absolute power that had been given to him was possible because of him. He had to at least be thankful.
His dark eyes flickered for just a moment.
"I believe we have some things to discuss before we speak with the whole group, do we not?"

 

[Zircon]

Yang

Yang peered into the morning fog. His senses pricking in the presence of Dragons, or that the colony was so near and yet so far. This was not the time for mistakes. Especially when Jess had already made the stupid mistake of joining the militia. He had no doubt about the competence of Sergeant Wilcor and Corporal Leslie. But he knew that the militias were barely a match for an agile Dragon. A group of Dragons would devastate this unit. He knew that as a fact, just as he had destroyed Jess’ father and brother easily.

The sun was slowly clearing the fog away. Yang’s was nervous beyond anything he had felt before. He used his magic to look, unable to see beyond a league, even with his sharp eyes. But his magic cannot penetrate another Dragon’s magic. And the Dragons chose not to be found. Yang knew that they were near, as his trepidation grew stronger. But where…

 

[chewbacca71]

Pyrymis

Pyrymis looks over at Rune, nodding his head. "I agree with Rune, there is much we need to discuss. I have sent some of my dragons to the Draklor Chain to defend that border. My son Brazous is in charge of the group. He can be counted on to take care of things in case of an emergency. "