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.'