Last Council of Wyrms
1) Skygga, Shadow Dragon, played by Bainshie
2) Adrian, Acid Dragon, played by Konan375
3) Thrak, Lightning Dragon, played by Duality
4) Vastos, Fire Dragon, played by Syvas
5) Krachem, Copper (clockwork) Dragon, played by jeray2000
1)Edond- An inquisitive young wizard and scholar.
2) Kedana- Elder Magma Lung (Eastern Dragon)
3) Jhiadra- A mysterious woman who is more than she appears...
gabbro - solid
nishar- starfire (the lost element)
faessir (faessiri pl.)- coward
ven- kin or family
~Bhalvric Sea, forty miles north of the port city of Azerond
Beyond the Northern Coast, where the jagged teeth of the Azurines bit into the thrashing cold seas, lay the Fangs of Xiir. Named by the fishermen for the Demon General of myth, these rocky clusters of islands jut from the waves while their siblings haunt the water just below the surf waiting to tear open the hull of any ship daring to drift to close. Combined with the impenetrable mists which tend to collect around them, the Fangs make for a sailor's nightmare and human vessels do their best to avoid them. Those few who, out of ignorance or pride, fail to heed the danger can still be seen, their broken masts sometimes thrusting up amid the rocks and the rotting corpses of their ships lingering on beneath the waves.
What was not generally known by humans, is that the mists were actually a mixture of ash and steam, for the Fangs boiled up from beneath the ocean, from some of the last remaining volcanoes in the Azurines. Here at this convergence of Air, Earth, Fire and Water, they built it, ages ago when men were still clamboring about on all fours. Or.... at least that's what Edond believed.
"You're mad, you know." The grizzled captain stroked the sea spray from his beard as he watched the robed figure leaning clumsily upon the bowsprit. Half of him wished the troublesome wizard would slip off into the icy water and he could sail back with half his pay, still a substantial chime of gold. "I don't care whatcher fancy book says, there ain't nuthin out by the fangs but cold death."
Edond only heard the captain's voice faintly and missed the meaning, "no, no, keep north, to find the passage we have to sail round."
Captain Vithers shook his head and noticed his helmsman doing the same, "Captain," the sailor asked a young man, though aged past his time by the cold sea spray, "do you really trust this... mage... he's mad... I heard tell they're all mad, somethin' in the mana, gets beneath their brain pan."
"Calm yourself Hegel, the deal is, if I sight one rock within a kord of the hull, he'll give us our full pay and we can head back to port."
"And if he doesn't sink us.... what then?" asked the sailor sounding just as frightened of the prospect of not drowining. "What about.... what about the demons...?"
"Grobswottle, all those tales. I mean think on it man, no one has ever sailed through the fangs before so how could they know what's there."
Hegel teased through his captains logic for a moment before finding it sound, "so... if not demons... then what."
The captain shrugged, "I pressed the lad, but he's clamped up tighter than a virgin scallop. Knowin' wizards, probably some magical seal with an enchanted pair'a nuts he can grind up for spells." The two men shared a laugh, shaking off some of the damp cold in the process. Meanwhile Edond remained at the bow, eyes fixed on the opaque horizon. 'Dragonhome,' he thought, 'the legendary home of the elemental demigods. With so few of them left, it's probably a ruin, but a ruin filled with Gods' knows what treasure and knowledge.'
~Fangs of Xiir or in Draconic: Tetrinon (Four Corners) Isle
Beneath the ash clouds where sea steamed against newborn rock, the young dark stone swelled and cracked. The fissures glowed a soft red and as they spread further, magma surged upward. It rolled into the seas in red waves conjuring jets of steam and soon new rocks were added to the hundreds that broke the waves. Back where the lava had initially erupted, the molten soup itself seemed to rise, taking shape into a horned head with glassy black eyes like orbs of obsidian. As the head rose from the lava, molten rock trickled harmlessly from it's sculpted form revealing a slender yet massive body of reddened scales and charcoal spines. Slowly the Dragon pulled her coils out of the magma river and up onto the thread of new born land, nearly one hundred feet of armored, barbed and muscled mass. Once she lay fully upon the solid earth, the great beast almost daintily flicked the remaining bits of lava from her talons and shook the embers from her long whiskers.
Her dark lustrous eyes stared up through the mixture of ash and fog without blinking. In the distance, its shadow was visible behind the obscuring clouds, arches piled on arches, as far as the eye could see, a vast colosseum, great even on the scale of dragons. Hunching up her long body between her relatively squat legs, Kedana, known as Hyai Shenjoken or Goddess of Deep Fire to the humans in the far east, began ambling clumsily toward the Council Forum. Through her sensitive paws she read the ground, its vibrations speaking to her as clear as any language. If there were other dragons, they were in flight. Possibly, likely, she was the first. 'The young,' she muttered, 'they place no value on punctuality.'
~Bhalvric Sea, forty three miles north of the port city of Azerond
Edond caught the Captain's eye as he headed toward the stern, "just keep on North." He pointed at the two brightest stars whose light had all but fused on the night horizon, "use the twins as a guide."
Vither's gray whiskers tangled in annoyance, "I don't need a mageling to tell me how to sail."
Edond nodded, "we should see the first marker by dawn."
"And who says so, your book or yer bitch," quipped the gangley seaman hanging on the helm.
"Stow that bile, or you'll be chippin' the ice from the hull from here till port!" Hard eyes softening around the edges, the old Captain turned back to the mage, "you'll have to forgive the men, lad, they ain't accustomed to having a wizard or a woman on board."
Edond only gave a faint nod, his mind already brimming with the prospects of the unknown. Wrenching several times on the frozen hatch, he finally jarred it loose and descended into the damp shadow of the hold. Squeezing his way through the unoccupied crew bunks, most of whom declined to sail upon what they termed a 'cursed' voyage, he approached the bulkhead. Through the crack of the door, the orange light of a reading lamp flickered. She didn't look up when he entered, her head bent toward the open tome, blonde hair hiding all but its pages from view.
"I can smell their fear," her voice seemed to waft up to Edond's ears like a poison perfume, enticing and lethal, "you've assuaged it I hope." She looked up, bright blue eyes flashing.
Edond, sat down stiffly in the chair beside the bed, his joints hardened by the cold. "I did my best, but you know how sailors are."
"No," replied the woman, flipping an ancient page, "but I know how humans are, superstitious cowards, easily controlled." She smiled knowingly at the wizard.
"It's alright," she flashed pearly teeth, "you can ask me... Go ahead, ask me."
"Can I.... can I feel it."
She reached out, fingers threading deep into the wizard's robes. Arms flexing, she pulled him toward her with irresistable force. In her hands Edond became a limp doll. His eyes closed as he felt her lips on his and an instant later a jolt of power, raising every hair on his neck. Out of the corner of his eye he watched his fingers spread, sparks dancing between them like the threads of a weaver's art. Then, as soon as it had begun, he felt the lips leave his and with them the magic. Before it was gone completely, he waved his hand, quenching the lamp's flame and reigniting it with a thought.
"Impossible..." he breathed, as the room toggled from dark to light at his whim, "humans have no magic..."
"It's not your magic," the woman explained in the sort of tone one reserved for particularly slow children, "it's mine."
Edond turned his eyes, still flush with power, on his mysterious companion. Once more he asked her the question he had hundreds of times, "what are you, Jhiadra?"
She only smiled her perfect smile, "that's not your concern, pet, your concern is getting us to the island." Her eyes returned to the book, its curving script written in a language few even among the archmagi could translate, Draconic. She plowed through the text as if it were a child's story book.
"What's on the island?"
"An old enemy." Her finger, tipped with a curved pointed nail, not unlike an eagle's talon, traced along the image of a serpentine dragon etched into the border of the page.
Adrian leaned against the mast of the ship. He watched and listened as Captain Vithers and Hegel talked amongst themselves, and smirked when he heard the captain say that Edond was probably looking for a magical seal for spells. The young wizard was quite tightlipped about his reason for going to the Fangs of Xiir. He wasn't sure if he could trust the man like he did his "sister." He looked up at crow's nest, and could barely see her blonde hair blowing in the light wind. Her eyes were quite good for a human. Her eyesight, and her skills with a bow, was how she was able to get on the ship. Most of the other sailors had thought that having a woman on the ship would bring bad luck to the ship. As if their destination wasn't a graveyard for ships, but since the ship was the only way that Edond could make it to the Fangs, Edond found the right price to allow him, a woman that was with him, Adrian, and Adriana onto the ship. Adrian smiled at his luck at finding both a way to get to the Fangs with Adriana, and a reason to go there.
When they got to Azerond, they had no clue how to get to the Fangs. He wouldn't have been able to carry her all the way there because he would have ran out of energy long before they reached the shore. They had gone into one of the inn's to rest for the night and figure out how to reach the Fangs in the morning when they found Edond slumped on the bar. When they asked him why he looked so upset, he told them that he hadn't had any luck finding a ship that was willing to go to the Fangs. Immediately, Adrian offered his and his "sister's" services as bodyguards to the young wizard, this earned him a slap to the back of his head by Adriana later that night, which looked comical because she had to stand on tiptoe to do that. Edond agreed once Adrian explained that while he may be a wizard, he could use a pair of eyes for the beasts he doesn't see until after he was dead.
Returning to the present, Adrian pushed himself off the mast, causing his battle-axe, which he called Morningstar, to brush against his chain mail shirt, making a clinking noise. Several of the sailors had asked why he carried the large weapon around all day, and he had answered them that he wanted to be ready for anything during the day, even if nothing looked wrong.. He brushed his blond hair out of his eyes and sighed, he needed to change that, it wouldn't be good if he got into a fight and couldn't see his opponent. He took Morningstar off the small clasp that held it to his back, and walked down into the hold, ducking to avoid hitting his head on the entrance to the hold. His height was both a curse and a gift. While his height makes him conspicuous anywhere he goes, his six foot frame can make him quite intimidating.
Once he got to his bunk, he put Morningstar down gently, grabbed his knife, and started to cut his hair. Sure, he could change his hair through shifting, but he didn't want to chance being walked in on when he was doing so. As he cut his hair, he cut his finger with the knife. He drew his breath in a hiss, and wrapped his hand around his finger. He looked at the knife, and a small part of it had been eaten away. He sighed, he was terrible at cutting his hair, and every time he had tried, he lost a knife in the process. At least he had cut enough hair that it wasn't obstructing his vision. He laid back in his bunk and wondered when they would reach the island.
Krachem walked north through the forest towards Tetrinon Isle, using the inate sense that all dragons had that the Council of Wyrms was beginning, if fact, had already begun. He hoped that the elder dragons would understand that he was late because he was still getting used to his new form. As he reached the last peices of the forest before the human city Azerond, he leaped into the air, his copper wings flapping. As he steadied out and gained altitude, Krachem wondered what would await him at the meeting. He knew that the humans had dragons in a bad position, but he wasn't sure just how bad it was. It seemed like most of the prey he had as an early drake is more and more scarce, but it didn't seem like the situation could possibly be that bad all across the continent. They were after all small mammals, nearly nothing to a fully grown dragon or really any magical creature.
As he got closer to the coast, Krachem spotted a flock of pegasi flying about a hundred metres above and away from him. Power flapping quickly to gain altitude, once he was a fair amount above his prey he started the manouvre. Going on a slight angle downward toward the pagasi, he suddenly moved his tail a few degrees and went into a much steeper dive. Swooping down on them, he plucked one from the rest and bit off the head quickly to stop resistance. Heading downward into the forest to eat his meal, he spotted a group of human alchemists, clearly tracking the same heard of pegasi he just got his prey from. Before he could actually do anything about them, the hunters in the group shot arrows at him. Krachem didn't make any evasive manouvers at first, expecting them to simply bounce off him, and they did, but he felt a pain anyways. Craning his head around, he saw small holes were melting away from where the arrows hit. Realising the the arrows must have been inchanted with some sort of acid, he started flying away to a safer place to eat his meal, in one of the sheltered ledges in the cliffs.
The sky was free of clouds allowing the night to be illuminated by, what seemed, an endless sea of stars. The full moon, without obstruction, radiated a pale grey light to shine down over the jagged peaks of the Azurines, it was here, that this one called home.
He was still in slumber, and had been for quite some time, when the feeling of urgency stirred him to wake. Slowly, the charcoal grey scaled lids of his eyes flickered to life, orbs of crimson now free to inspect the gigantic cavern, nothing had changed. The massive belly of the beast, covered in plate like scales of an amber hue, expanded as he inhaled deeply, sheets of dust fell from the barbed scales of his back in small clouds to rest upon the rock floor, the room smelled of dust and stale air. The dragon exhaled sharply, causing even more dust to rise and pollute the air. In truth, the place felt more like a tomb, and looked it too.
Short scaled legs, comparable to that of a modern day crocodile, though much larger in size, lifted his frame from the ground. Vastos spread his enormous wings, a red leathery membrane, tattered and torn from previous encounters with humans, connected vertebrae to vertebrae. The rest of him joined in the stretch, his mouth opened to release a yawn, exposing a fearsome looking set of jagged, razor sharp teeth, a long slender tail of jagged charcoal hued spikes tensed, then fell near limp once more. It was time.
Those four reptilian legs carried him to the edge of the cavern, the obsidian colored talons of each tapping rhythmically on the stone floor as they did so. The view from here was surreal, especially for one of his kind, their sight far exceeded that of humans. From his perch atop the mountains he witnessed the rolling hills of the grasslands, small villages and towns afire with the lives of mortals. Such pathetic creatures. He mused, his voice came as a deep and discordant hiss, lined with traces of hatred and malice. It still pained him to admit that his kind was failing, that those worthless, frail creatures, the humans, could over come them. That would surely be the topic of this ages council.
Without further delay, he dove from the cliff, spread his wings, and set off towards the Tetrinon Isle. It was refreshing, to say the least, to feel the cool night air rushing over him as he flew. He briefly closed his eyes, allowing himself to pretend things were as they once were, that his ancestors had not been brutally murdered at the hands of humans. Alas, there would be no time for fairy tales tonight, the dragon could sense that the meetting was coming to a start, others had arrived. He flew now with purpose, gaining speed with each beat of those massive, leathery wings. It would not be long now.
This could be the most important blow dealt yet. The figure moved around the room silently, the small pale man seeming to blend in with the rest of the crowd with ease as the revellers drank and stumbled around. A displeasure at his situation was the only thing that really drew him out of the hundreds of faces in the crowd. The people here disgusted him, filling him with a mixture of hate and revulsion. And for good reason.
Even this far away, he knew how important the next days would be. Skygga skimmed across the surface of the rolling ocean, his slim frame and deep black scales hiding him in the shadows of the world, trying to conserve as much energy as he could before Seven years he'd been preparing for this meeting, Seven years of work and now it would all come down to his ability to parley and convince.
"Yea I managed to get him cornered, the arrows had done their work. It was easy after that." The Skygga looked towards the source of the sound, a large drunken oalf, seemingly in a ever lasting competition to be loudest most obnoxious person in the room. In his hand he held a large dragon's tooth, boasting about his hunts and accolades. Skygga was filled with a desire to stab the man in the throat, to grab the man's own dagger and take what that worthless creature called a life. That would have been a bad move though, as the entire room was filled with such people."
He'd wanted to be early. To be one of the first to appear. Yet as occasionally he flapped his small streamlined wings to keep himself airborn, he had to resist the urge to speed forwards, tiring himself out before he even got to the council. An opportunity had presented itself that he couldn't ignore. One that had required him to give up the privilege of tardiness in favour of something much greater.
Many places had been built up on the deaths of dragons, towns supported by the slayers gold and economic power, but none more than this building. "The Dragon's End" a tavern literally built upon the bones of his ancestors. If you were a slayer of even minor regard in this area, you'd have entered these doors at least once. To sell your goods to the alchemists academy next door, to find companions for a more difficult hunt, or just to meet up with old friends. On the border between east and west, this was the place to be. Right now it was filled with hundreds of patrons, the upcoming council of Wyrms had created a hive of dragon activity, and the slayers had followed suit themselves. And now it would burn.
He spotted a small rock jutting out of the ocean, immediately diverting his flight pattern a little, figuring the place to be a good one for rest. Skygga was not made for long distance flying, preferring to use his flight for small bursts of speed. No matter how well fed he may be, just simple physical exertion played no small part in this. He'd made the journey once before, a frustrating experience in dealing with older dragons seven years yearlier. It was like they didn't understand what was happpening, and the speed of which action was needed. Hopefully things would be more productive this time.
He slowly slipped through the door, a small unornate affair with the words 'staff only' crudely marked onto the front, making his way down into the cellar. It was dark down here, row upon rows of barrels and other bottles stacked up against each other and feeding the Main bar above. He feeling a little less annoyed away from the bright lights, the darkness had always been his element, both literally and figuratively. He reached into his bag, fumbling around before pulling out several small packages. Obtaining these items had been depressingly easy. There were no limit of alchemists who would be willing to sell people things on the down low.
Eventually he landed on the narrow piece of rock, a thin slender body balancing on less than a foot's worth of perchance. He stopped there for a moment, gaining his breath before the upcoming journey. It had been a eventful Seven years. Disillusioned with the lack of any kind of action suffered by those far older than him, Skygga had changed his entire tactics of dealing with humanity. Defending and attacking head on seemed to provide even more of an issue, as if humanity was attacking him not in spite of his efforts, but because of them. So over the last seven years, Skygga took a more... subtle approach. Attacked less blatantly. Poisoned wells, started fires, spread rumours. Turning the humans hate against themselves.
He scattered all but one of the devices around the cellar, setting them off as he'd been instructed, working quickly. He didn't know how they worked, just that if you treated them... 'wrong' as the seller had put it, they violently exploded after a short period. Oh, and they contained dragon's bone, a fact that was made up of delicious dark irony. He moved faster now, making his way back out into the main area of the tavern, pulling the last explosive out, setting the seal and dropping it next to the front door all in one action. Pulling his hood up as he made his way through the crowd, another nameless face.
He stared out in the sea, a small frown as he spotted a boat far off in the distance, very strange around this area. However it wasn't a worry. Even with his red eyes nothing glinted and or shined from his body of dull black scales. There was no way even the most sighted of humans would be able to see anything more than a black blob at this distance. No he was far more worried about the council. As he set off once more, the words he'd been repeating in his head rattled off once again, words of inspiration, of anger. These were dragons whose age and size were many times greater than his own, dragons who were not known for being the most open to fast change. But his results spoke for themselves. His attacks had created word of war between the humans, keeping those who usually strayed into his territory behind n preparation or rebuilding. His territory had been in decline since he'd been forced to take control of it 13 years ago, a mere third of what it was, but for the first time in years things had seemingly stabilized. Those humans with axes had stopped coming, the gryphon herds had stabilized, the centaur population had risen slightly, and he might have even seen a unicorn a month ago. If he could just convince the others, if his words were strong enough, maybe they could rise again.
The fire had spread quickly, the initial flames quickly consuming the Dragon's End, before spreading further along the town, the flammable buildings clumped together perfect purchase for the fire. Skygga made post haste out of the city, looking to find a place to change back to his real form, away from the humanity that he despised. But before he did, he riffled through his bag one again, this time pulling out a faded green insignia, before dropping it onto the dirt road behind him. The soldiers to the East used these; although getting a hold of it hadn't been easy, the fact that someone will inevitably end up finding it and linking this to the fire, made the trouble more than worth it. Dragons no longer had the power to destroy humanity, but humanity would be more than willing to destroy itself.
Adrian laid in the bunk, listening to the sound of the waves hitting the ship. His mind was racing. Thoughts of the what he was going to bring to the council. Thoughts of how they would react to his idea of coming up with a truce between them and the humans. Not the ones that are currently in charge. There had been whispers of a large group of people who thought that the wizards were bleeding the planet dry of its magic. He had been to some of the meetings that these people held, and if they were able to gather more people, there would probably be a chance that they could bring a peace between the humans and the dragons.
Adrian swung his legs over the side of the bunk and stood up. He wasn't going to be able to sleep. He needed something to take his mind off of the council. He started to pace, his thoughts about the council not stopping. His thoughts of the council were stopped when he was roused from his thoughts by a slap to the back of the head. He turned around to see Adriana standing on the second stair from the bottom to the hold, giving her a few feet of height. Adrian rubbed the back of his head. So that was why there so much force behind that slap.
"It's about time. How in the nine hells were you unable hear me? I was trying to get your attention." Adriana said. "I say, dear 'brother,' where would you be without me?" she asked with a sly smile, which made Adrian grin.
"I have no clue." Adrian looked around, but there was no one around. "I was thinking about the council, and I couldn't sleep. Since you're here now, we could try to play that game that Edond showed us. What was it called? Chex?" Adriana shrugged. apparently, she didn't know either.
They walked over to the small barrel that was used as a table. The board was on it, but the pieces were scattered around the barrel. They picked up all the pieces, but they were stumped. There were some pieces that looked the same, and other ones that had only one of their kind in their colour. They had no clue how to set the board up. Adrian tried to figure it out, but he couldn't, so Adriana decided to be more direct. She walked over to the door to the room that the woman stayed in, and rapped on it loudly with her knuckles.
"Hey Edond! How do you set that board up?"
~Talhoun Dutchy (Southwestern Oribar), two years earlier
Fildra looked up from her potatoes and dropped her hoe into the dry earth. Brushing her tangled blonde hair from her face and narrowing her bright blue eyes, she squinted at the impossible: a column of smoke rising from the earth, a smoke that glowed like the very gases were ablaze. "Pa!" she called back to the homestead, but received no answer. Forgetting about her chores, the girl skipped over the earthen rows of the field toward the anomaly. By the time she waded into the tall plains grass that bordered their farm, the smoke had all but stopped, replaced by a soft white glow that permeated the air like congealed sunlight. Driven by adolescent curiosity, Fildra passed into the glow, eyes blinking against it. When she no longer felt the grass upon her thighs, she looked down to see it was gone.... no not gone, dead, withered like at the coldest depth of winter. She walked across the crunching yellow mat until she reached the source of the light, a hole in the earth, like one of the sinkholes that open up on occasion in the eastern plot. Ringing the hole was a strange script glowing with the same light that infested the air. Fildra, ignorant in any writing, could not make out a word, but she could tell they were nothing like the figures that Almus, the storekeep used to tally seed costs.
Seeing the strange fissure, triggered Fildra's memory. This was the spot. The place where that slayer had bested the dragon who'd been burning the eastern fields. She'd never forget seeing the monster spread it's wings one last time before the brave warrior drove his enchanted blade home in its scaled chest. The beast's blood had poured upon this very ground and even now, weeks later, the scars left by it's talons could be seen gouging the earth on either side of the strange hole.
As Fildra, stepped closer, a voice she hardly recognized as her own demanded she run. The voice did not speak in words, but in fear which raised every hackle along her arms and tingled her nerves down to her fingertips. She remembered a similar impulse the first time she saw a wood snake, but they turned out to be harmless. Kneeling down, she bent toward the hole and looked into the phosphorescent mists within.
A pygmy dragon which had been curiously watching this whole affair from its perch, blinked its iridescent eyes at the human girl. It watched as she knelt down, as her hair flew up as if blown from a great gust of wind from below, as her whole body shuddered and then fell limp. When the wave of magic passed over the little creature, sending sparks dancing along its branch, it flew off as fast as a crow faced with an angry farmer.
As &%$^&#*(*^%$#&$# watched the tiny dragonling fly off, an ancient hate stirred in her and she raised her hand. Magic older than humanity surged through her fingers and raced invisibly through the air. With a barely audible pffft the pygmy dragon burst into a fine red mist. )^(*%$#%^@^@^@^$ looked at the slender arm of her new body, watched the sparks slide over her skin. 'Weak,' she growled.
"Fildra, there you are I was so worried! What...." The entity waved one of her new appendages, but did not look up. She heard the wet slosh of spilled organs on the ground only faintly. Her blue eyes fixed on the north. The others needed her, but to find them she would need to find it.
"Hey Edond! How do you set that board up?"
The woman's unfathomable blue eyes fixed on the door. "Go," she whispered, "if she suspects anything, let her suspect I am your whore," she grinned, "and not the other way around."
Edond blinked nervously. With a shaking hand he smoothed down his uncombed hair, still standing on end from the recent surge of magic. "I... ah... just a moment." He stepped toward the door, opening it enough just to let his narrow body slip through. "Here, I'll show you."
With the door closed, (*^*$^*$&#&#^#* returned to her book. She looked in annoyance upon the red stain blotting out a few letters on the current page, a remnant of its former owner.
Adrian was horrified that Adriana would just walk up to the door and knock, not even bothering to see if the wizard was in that woman's room. What if he wasn't, and she just woke that woman up. To make it worse, Edond was in that room, and when he came out, his hair was partially messy and smooth. Adrian almost groaned when he saw that. Adriana had noticed the wizard's hair and shot a knowing smirk to Adrian.
Shaking his head, Adrian turned his attention back to the board where he had set up the eight identical small pieces on the back-most row on both sides of the board. The other sixteen pieces, eight coloured black, and eight coloured white. They all had a twin in their own colour except for two, which were the tallest of the pieces. They were their own pieces. He looked up at the wizard.
"Did I set the first part correctly?" he asked. He had grown a liking to this game, where strategy was the main part of it. He delighted in anything that could sharpen his mind like a whetstone does with a sword. "I apologize for my sister," he said as he rubbed the back of his neck, something that he'd do whenever he was embarrassed. "She can be a bit lacking in tact when she wants to be."
Adriana slapped the back of his head. "I'm right here, you know," she said, mocking offence. She yawned. "I've got to go find my bunk before I fall asleep on my feet. Maybe the lovebird can have a game with you." She walked towards the bunks at the stern of the ship.
Adrian rubbed the back of his head. "See?" If she keeps at it like this, this head is going to be stronger than scale, he thought idly.
As he let the wizard set up the board, he asked a question.
"What are your thoughts on how the wizards are using the resources of this planet?" He knew that it would make him sound like the people that are wanting to regulate the use of resources, but it would allow him to gauge what Edond's thoughts were, and maybe he might have one more ally for his plan.
In a darker corner of a library, a single human being stood there, reading some sort of dusty tome. This was no human however, it was Thrak. Though a strong and proud dragon he may be, he had to conceal himself in his human form. He barely made a name for himself in the town. Bruford, the name his father had called him was the name which he gave to the townspeople. They trusted him as a simple recluse who enjoyed burying his nose into books, and so long as he didn't cause any trouble, he was allowed to stay.
Thrak had visited the library every day for the passed half decade. A small tidbit of information he had found on one of his books described something known as the 'Council of Wyrms'- a meeting place for the dragons. With hopes of learning more about his people and its homeland, he found a city and hoped to look for more information on this council. To meet his ends, Thrak had done hours of research attempting to know whether or not his people were still alive. Soon enough, he found and estimated a time where the next Council of Wyrms would be held, and he found for himself the location: the Fangs of Xiir. It was a mysterious formation, miles away from Azerond.
Needless to say, Thrak's next destination was the port city of Azerond. Sweeping the hair from his face, Thrak closed his book and hurried out to the city gates. After walking a significant enough distance from civilization, Thrak removed his human clothing and changed into his true form. His small human body grew, his shoulders first splitting before his top set of arms extended and changed into the shape of wide wings, spread about thirty six feet between tip. From undernourishment; a byproduct of being raised by a human, Thrak's limbs were quite skinny, but it made him look slim and lithe especially due to his apparent musculature.
Using his long neck, Thrak looked up into the sky; and with one push of his strong wings, Thrak propelled himself upward and into the clouds. Clutched in his right foreclaw were Thrak's human clothing. He needed those should he ever need to return to human society.
"I'm coming" Thrak said.