The Dragon Slayers!
The Dragon Slayers
Long ago in a time long forgotten a race of Elves held dominion over the dragons slaying them without remorse hunting them to the ends of the earth for gold and riches beyond any mortals wildest dreams if spoken of only in legends and fairy tails, what if there was more truth to the legends? of the very legends of the clan of elves the slew the mighty dragons and the last survivor of their race a mighty Dragonkin!
Chapter 1 : Legends
Deep in the Heralds Holdfast Old Night wandered from room to room taking note of every generation and clan long lost to the span of time one that always held mystery to him were the Elvish clan of the Dragonkin caressing his beard lightly he passed through the library very smoothly gliding across the floor with his very essence of ancient and unbridled knowledge filling the room with light as every torch and candle he approached started to glow a blue arcane glow. He found himself in the corridor of the elvish races there were three doors the one to his left led to the history of the elves of the surface and the other to his right was the history of the malicious drow of the underdark The door standing before him untouched in many centuries covered in webs and dust long settled was a door leading to times before the drow were forced underground...
Old Night approached the door of the ancient room unviewed in more than a millennia opening the door with a slight wave of the hand. The ancient door adorned with gold and silver filigree with depictions of the two elvish races adorned in mithrill and ebony touching palms above a mass of bones, opened silently and smoothly, air rushing past into the chamber pulling the cob webs apart slinging them helplessly to the sides of the passage. the frail man seemingly floated across the threshold of the stagnant chamber not disturbing even the dust that had settled on the floor the room was lit by candles that forever burned giving a warm yet ominous glow that gave the
Long ago in a time long forgotten a race of Elves held dominion over the dragons slaying them without remorse hunting them to the ends of the earth for gold and riches beyond any mortals wildest dreams if spoken of only in legends and fairy tails, what if there was more truth to the legends? of the very legends of the clan of elves the slew the mighty dragons and the last survivor of their race a mighty Dragonkin!
Chapter 1 : Legends
Deep in the Heralds Holdfast Old Night wandered from room to room taking note of every generation and clan long lost to the span of time one that always held mystery to him were the Elvish clan of the Dragonkin caressing his beard lightly he passed through the library very smoothly gliding across the floor with his very essence of ancient and unbridled knowledge filling the room with light as every torch and candle he approached started to glow a blue arcane glow. He found himself in the corridor of the elvish races there were three doors the one to his left led to the history of the elves of the surface and the other to his right was the history of the malicious drow of the underdark The door standing before him untouched in many centuries covered in webs and dust long settled was a door leading to times before the drow were forced underground...
Old Night approached the door of the ancient room unviewed in more than a millennia opening the door with a slight wave of the hand. The ancient door adorned with gold and silver filigree with depictions of the two elvish races adorned in mithrill and ebony touching palms above a mass of bones, opened silently and smoothly, air rushing past into the chamber pulling the cob webs apart slinging them helplessly to the sides of the passage. the frail man seemingly floated across the threshold of the stagnant chamber not disturbing even the dust that had settled on the floor the room was lit by candles that forever burned giving a warm yet ominous glow that gave the