dragons

There were no more screams. There was only smoke, ash, and the whimpering of insects. Zull Du’un towered over a blackened landscape. Rivers of orange magma bubbled through black stone and quickly cooled, only to fracture and flow again and again as the heat churned within. The sky was dark with...

Izerth Cyyrin Jormodo Weylin Kyrel The setting sun streamed through the clouds, painting the sky a beautiful and vast array of oranges and reds as it washed over them with its radiant light. Birds danced through the air, filling the air with their idle songs and calls as they flocked to one...

Hurricane like winds whipped against the body. A spray of moisture mingled from the clouds. It smelled amazing, and felt more fantastic. Why must the fun be marred by the sadness of the moment? Through Mental Acuity, Zoress Mannik had contacted him across the miles between them, his mind...

*** They came just past the midday. The sun was barely visible through the clouds, and even now, in its highest point, it shone with a sad bleakness to it, that could always be found this far north during the winter. It wasn't that cold here per se, the sea air was a lot milder than that in the...

Iliris raised her hand, to shield her eyes from the freezing wind at least a little, drawing her gaze up the narrow mountain pass. She was still in the familiar surroundings of the Spine, but far more north than her travels would usually bring her. A lot closer to Molthal and Blightlands than...

Wide wings carried the great blue dragon across both sea and land. Months of fasting throughout the flight significantly slimmed down the visage of the broodmother of Eretejva. Perhaps in luck, for so much fat was not required to protect the vitals from the harsh weather in the lands of lasting...

So I had an idea of having either a single thread or a series of threads involving the hunting of a dragon in the Spine. I was curious if anyone would be interested in this idea or not. Please let me know if you are and if so if you would rather do a single thread or a series of them.

Before, there was no time, no earth, no dust, nothing. All was forgotten. And what was falsity became a verity... A long time ago, in the ages of Monsters and men, our lands were set upon a curse. People knew no happiness. They had tears where their eyes should have been. They had fear where...