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Emberfall was a Kingdom made up of five large islands, Dryden, Eden, Voden, Haven, and Coven. Each island was ruled by a wealthy family, put incharge by one of the five Dragon Lords. These five were actual dragons who were looked at like merciless gods. A blue storm dragon in Haven, a white ice dragon in Eden, a green acid dragon in Coven, a black necromantic dragon in Voden, and the "Crimson Queen" an ancient Red Dragon in Dryden. This story starts with a small crew on a boat heading for Greystone, the capital of Coven, Klaus of House Kevloar has been sent as a diplomatic errand for his Uncle the over seer and ruler of Darkwall, the capital of Voden.

Unlike the other dragon lords, the green dragon of Coven was merciless for no reason. She grew bored by the humans and elves that inhabited Coven and every few hundred years she began what she called the "purification" of the capital. It started by murdering the Over seers family and then completely wiping out the mountain city of Greystone! House Winther sent letters for help but only House Kevloar sent a reply... And that reply was Klaus and a dozen Voden Warriors.

As the Voden ship pulled into port Klaus saw a representative of House Winther waiting at the docks. Stepping off the boat in the small port town of Merkwood, Klaus could see the mountain city of Greystone off in the distance, carved between two mountains. The screech of a the green dragon somewhere over those mountains have the elf a bad feeling. "Greetings, I am Klaus of house Kevloar," Klaus said stepping off the boat.

As Lord of Greystone and the surrounding area Arne felt that he should be the one to welcome the guest from Voden.
The dragon was a danger to both him and his people if she would go and purge the land soon. The last time it happened, damages were catastrophic and almost unrepairable. Despite hard odds Arne had succeeded in rebuilding his land and restoring peace. He had promised his people that they would no longer fear such terrors again, trying to keep the dragon at bay. Offerings had become more and more demanding and now the people were working overtime to fill the needs of the greedy dragon. In the times of need he sent out letters to whomever might be able to help. Only one house agreed. Arne knew that the fate of his people depended on this temporary alliance.

At the dock was a tall man standing between blue banners printed with a large white snowflake.
The representative nodded at Klaus. "Greetings, I am Arne of House Winther, lord of Greystone and the surrounding lands. I hope your travels were comfortable. The seas have been quite unrestful this week. Our people will make sure that your items arrive safe and sound to Greystone Keep. I have a carriage ready to take you there at once." He shows the way to a sturdy but nicely decorated carriage drawn by two white horses.

Under the sails of a black tower over a white flag surface Klaus nodded. All twelve of the Elven Darkwall Soldiers had the same black tower on their shields similar to the snowflake on the guards of House Winther. "Good to meet you Arne, my Uncle Silas sends his condolences for Norvex's recent behavior and with the permission of Necramorr the Black Dragon of Voden I was allowed to come and assist your house." He held out his hand offering a scroll to Arne, "unfortunately our dragon lord didn't allow my uncle to send me without cost... Necramorr requests that if you want our help you must sign this agreement, pledging loyalty to Necramorr the Black Dragon of the Dead..."

The other houses of the Ember Isles may have wanted to help, but without the permission of their perspective Dragon Lord they would be rendered unable unless they wanted to feel the wrath of two ancient scaley gods breath dread down upon them. Necramorr saw the slaying of Norvex to be in his best interest, and technecly Silas of Darkwall sent his Nephew and not one of his sons, so worst case scenario Silas and Necramorr can lie to Norvex about sending Klaus... This meant Klaus was the only one coming, and once this agreement was signed half the soldiers would return on the boat to Voden and bring the scroll back to Over Seer Silas of House Kevloar.

"Sign the treaty and pledge your self, your city, and your land, to the dragon lord of Voden, and you have my sword, my uncles sword, my men's swords, and the wrath of Necramorr at your side." Releasing the rolled up treaty, it was Arnes only real way to save his people. Nothing is free, especially in this world.

Arne was reluctant at first. Pledging his people and himself to the dragon Necramoor was a big decision. He thought to himself that it could not get any worse than the current situation. He would rather be on friendly terms with a dragon than on bad terms. "Very well then."

Arne slowly took the scroll, scribbled his name onto the paper and handed it to Klaus. "Here is your agreement, I am honored to be fighting alongside a warrior from House Kevloar. Now, should we go and make ourselves ready? As i said, the carriage is waiting for us."

Arne stepped into the carriage and sat down on the comfy seat. He tried to enjoy his comforts as much as possible before the big battle that he was about to face.

Klaus took the scroll back from Arne, handing it to one of the less armored guards he spoke, "waste no time, result and be gone by sun down." Four of the Warriors, the only ones in dark leather armor, nodded and returned to the ship to begin preparations. Of the eight who stayed five were well trained Knights, and two were battle mages. The Rangers being trained mostly in stealth were tasked with returning to Voden along with one of the bulkier knights just in case. "With these eight men and woman, along with myself, we home to help you slay the Countress of Coven, Norvex the Green."

Klaus alone stepped into the carriage as his elvish fighters mounted their perspective Voden horses that had been brought over from the stables of Darkwall. "So tell me Lord Arne, what has you to believe the purification is coming so soon, it was only two centuries ago when the last one took place... If her pattern stays the same you should still have another hundred years or so before you have to worry." Klaus moved his long black hair behind one of his ears and adjusted the short swords on his back in order to get comfortable. "Did you do something to anger Norvex?"

Up in the mountains west of Greystone City, Norvex sat in her temple home amount the moss and poison weed that kept pests away. "I sense a pact was made... A pact of the current Lord of Greystone with a sibling of mine." Norvex flared her nostrils, "not the queen... But one of my brothers did this to me." Thinking as a mountain goat trotted in looking about, Norvex with lightning speed spat a wad of her acid spit at the goat melting its hooves and legs to the stone floor of her temple! The goat shrieked in pain but that pain was silenced by the snapping of bone!

Norvex, like the other dragon lords had a small following of Wyverns that acted as her guard. She only had three but hundreds lived on Dryden... "Tatsune is too kind to wish to bring acid rain down upon his own people, he'd never risk it... So that means it's either Chillfeng or Necramorr!" Roaring loudly her Wyverns shook in fear. Focusing her attention on her pets now she issued commands in Draconic, sending one Wyvern to Voden to meet with Necramorr, one to Eden to meet with Chillfeng and one to the small port town just east of GreyStone to burn it to the ground!

"My cleansing, will purify this land!!!!"

Down in the town of Coven, Merrick sits amongst his friends chattering, chuckling and shouting, in the local tavern, The Broken Sword. Merrick leans back in his chair, laughing uproariously at the tale one of the bar-goers told about how he once defeated a highway bandit with three pieces of string and a rock. He tips forward and the chair slams back down and he finishes laughing. "Ahahaha...hahahaha... oooooh..." He is about to tell a tale of his own when he hears the scream of a wyvern roll in from over the mountains. "Ah, damn, I've got'a go. Good time I had with you lot today!" He stands up and drops his payment onto the table and leaves the tavern, stepping out into the cobblestone street. He looks up and sighs. "Somethin' ain't right, I can feel it." he murmurs to himself.

The brownish Wyvern flew down from the Coven Mountains towards the town of Merkwood, taking a deep breathe fire spewed from its mouth coating the roof tops in fire! Turning around it did a second fly by coating a new section of the town in blazing fire! Seeing the Snowflake flag on a carriage leaving town it swooped down and grabbed two of Klaus's men with its talons throwing one to his death from falling and taking a bite it of the other! The first battle had begun...

Merrick stands still, thinking to himself, when he is snapped back to attention by the sound of fire crackling and wings flapping. He spins around, his face illuminated by the glow of flames that are spreading through the city. He turns on his heel and breaks into a run down the cobbled street. He makes it back to his home and throws open the door. He slams it shut behind him and begins grabbing the essentials, which are most of his few possessions, and packing bags. He knows a ferryman who can get him out of the city before it is burned to the ground. He throws on his cloak and slings the bags over his shoulder and leaves the house, shutting and locking the door behind him. He begins to push his way through the throngs of panicked people toward the docks.

By the time Merrick gets to the docks he finds them abandoned with all the ship on fire but one, an Elven ship with the Tower flag of Darkwall on it, this ship was preparing to head off to Voden. And was the only ship not on fire due to the War Mage on board pretectinf it with some kind of magic spell! The Wyvern landed on the roof top of the Merkwood Church building, he spoke in Draconic ((the only language it knew)) and then roared a great roar before breathing fire down on the people of the town of Merkwood!

Merrick ducks forwards when he hears the dragon roar. He spins around, searching the dock for a ship that hasn't been sunk. He spots a single one and runs for it, waving his arms and shouting for them to lower the gangplank and let him on.

But by the time he reached the gangplank it had been retracted. The ship was escaping and the Wyvern's Flames had started to consume the town of Merkwood. It was time to either escape by foot or stand up and fight for his home town of Merkwood.

Kevloar's men had reered back and began riding back to Merkwood, they had their orders, slay it if they could but their main mission was to distract it long enough for Lord Winther and Klaus to escape, and also the Voden Ship to make it a safe distance out of port. The knights and mages dismounted and yelled out for the Wyverns attention! Amused the beast landed speaking something in Draconic the monster breathed fire killing all but two, a knight named Tankard and a War Mage named Nero!

Nero
"Their dead... My Invanerable globe didn't go up fast enough..." Nero's hands were shaking as he looked at his dead comrades.

Tankard
"Nero, don't worry about them they new the risks, you save me... Now let's slay this over sized iguana!" Tankard drew his Greatsword and charged the beast!

The Wyvern flapped its wings hard, throwing Tankard onto his back! Muttering something in Draconic Flames spewed from the giant lizards mouth as it landed before Tankard! Believing he killed the Brut knight, he spread his flames amount the other houses.

Nero
Jumping over Tankard, Nero unleashed his most powerful attack! "CONE OF COLD!!!" The icy blast counter acted the cold just enough to keep Tankard from being burned alive, "you alive Tank?" Nero held out a greater healing potion for the big guy.

Tankard
Cooked a bit by the flames but some how still alive Tankard stood slowly, Greatsword in hand. "Yeah Nero, thanks..." Taking and chugging the potion a few of his burns began to vanish but the Wyvern was still going to town on the village of Merkwood. "The ship should be out of the bay by now, and Lord Kevloar should be half way to Greystone by now... Our mission is to kill this Wyvern and meet him at the castle!"

Nero
"I'm running a bit low on spells after that Cone of Cold, but I'll manage!" Nero touched the earth and magically pushed a wall of stone up in front of the dragon causing it to trip, "be ready Tankard!" Nero prepared to cast Storm Sphere, while Tankard charged in.

((Lord Winther, you have not responded in weeks. PM me if you wish to re-enter but until then I'm killing you off...))

The Wyvern was blasted with a giant sphere of electrical energy and it did not like that one bit! Flapping it's wings the electric ball of clouds dissipated and it took to the sky. The two were obviously trying to destract it from something, opening its full wing span it flew towards the Frostbite Forest to the west of the town! Yelling something in Draconic it swooped down and grabbed the carriage by the horses, lifting it 30,40,50 feet into the air it swallowed the steed and the drivers plummeted down to meet a pancakish death!

The carriage itself was caught by the beasts feet and ripped in half! As Winther fell down bellow in his heavy armor only a horrible death could await him, not exactly a common tongue speaker the Wyvern believed the man's last words to be reguarding something about saving Greystone from Norvex. Who was that pathetic human speaking too as his image was lost crashing through the branches of trees almost a hundred feet bellow?

As the carriage was lifted and torn in half Klaus jumped, grabbing onto the foot of the Wyvern! Winther fell bellow crashing through trees and presumably dying upon impact with the ground as his drivers most deffinately did. "I'll save your home Lord of Coven... I promise." Pulling out one of his short swords Klaus kicked upward and stabbed into the thigh of the Wyvern. Killing a Wyvern was a capital crime but it was either that or fall to his death on the off chance the beast wasn't hungry still.

"Your mine, wicked hell lizard!" Grabbing his other short sword Kevloar leaped once more using all his strength and stabbed the lower back of the Wyvern! Now that Klaus was on it's back he may have a fighting chance!

The Wyvern lurched in pain, noticing the High Elf on his back he shook trying to shake the humanoid off. Breathing fire all around, lighting trees of the Frostbite Forest on fire! Looping back towards Merkwood Village...

Klaus used the loop to climb higher up on the Wyvern plunging his short swords into it to keep his hold, heat from bellow drew sweat to his brow but his blades stuck none the less, "die!!!" His swords pierced the lower neck of the Wyvern and boiling hot blood pours out! One side got so hot that Klaus let go gripping one of the short swords with both hands Kevloar dragged it around the beasts throat then dropping bellow!

Nero
"That's Lord Kevloar and Mister Winther!" Nero cast a feather fall on Lord Winther but was way too far away... "Tankard we need to get closer damnit!" Running forward Klaus was dropped just close enough for Nero to reach up and actual hit his mark, "FEATHERFALL!" Klaus Kevloar fell at half the speed and caught a few branches on the way down before landing rather unfounded at the edge of the Frostbite Forest!

Tankard
The Brute fellow pushed Nero forward, "go tend to the young Lord, I need to help put out some of these fires..." Looking up for a moment he put away his blade... The Wyvern had fallen crashing somewhere in the forest with it's throat slit...