Excerpt from the journal of Draxus Ultimax: The Dragons.
His wings cut through the wind with such power you could hear it separating as we flew. I had been granted Gzalmash as a steed by Andarus to lend aid to the northlands. Gzalmash was not excited at this prospect though he knew well the dire consequences of inaction in these matters.
Gzalmash was an ancient silver dragon who hunted occasionally in the southern lands between periods of torpor. He had awakened to the call of his hunting grounds being decimated and enraged helped fight the demons that arose from the earth there but too late. Bitter, he met with Andarus at the temple of the light and had a long conversation in dragon tongue of what was to be done.
Gzalmash was a proud dragon and had never lowered himself to fighting battles upon the ground, though he knew Andarus meant well in his suggestion to escort me to the north to seek out and protect the last northern remnants protecting the lands there.
I bowed low unto Gzalmash for his inturn lowering himself and recognized his humility in accepting the position of my steed. Together we lifted off, I on his back, and flew through the shadows. Together we had a long conversation about the lands and the ways of the world.
We arrived in the north at the edge of the great waste to see the army beaten and bruised waiting for their deaths in the darkness of night, now setting in upon them.
I met with their leader within the encampment, a battle hardened elf named Kynnonen Faldric who was head of the remnants of soldiers who were gathered in the small fort they had built.
Kynnonen Faldric's expression changed from defeat to hope the moment he saw the white dragon land within his camp, and I, now a celestial warrior, dismounting from him.
The hopeful expression was a brief facade though, his troops were malnourished and the dead out weighed the living and had not even had time to be buried rotting in a massive pile of bodies beyond the camp. There were no men that could be spared to do so.
He warned that he had heard ill sounds as the night fell and feared this would be the last stand of his army, for the demons were powerful and from intelligence from his scouts in the waste, had two ancient dragons within their ranks. A red and a black, the names of which he did not know…
The night drew on and the gathering of the survivors awaited its doom.
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