Open Chronicles Fire in the Sands (Amol-Kalit) (Dragon Keepers)

[Ashieron]

Wy of all places would there be dragon eggs near Amol. Of all places. The place he hated the most because of the “god” Gerra and his brainwashed followers. Still he did enjoy a few things about the trip, hunting the many beasts if this land along the way. The occasional bandit caravan, or some of the “god-emperor’s” own soldiers camping out for some training. Needless to say they met their end in many ways. Mostly wuickly but a few oh.... he had to have some fun and slowly stolen what magic and life force they had. Leaving little mummified husks behind along with their comrades bodies. Anything to put a dent in theif plans he will gladly do, even if it was killing those who hardly left home to join an unjust cause.

The “elf” walks through the sands, not at all phased by the heat as he used magic to keep him cool until the nighttime. When the desert cooled off tremendously, but even then, he kept on going. Hunting down a particular troop, one whim had managed to get their hands on an egg. He hated to think what might happen to it in the hands of the Empire and he would not let the little one inside be raised by those heathens.

He’d look up and see some horses and maybe camels being ridden by what appeared to be the soilders. Smiling he’d sniff the air and concentrate, the scent of an egg floated towards the being. Its magic could be sensed. All the information he needed. Approaching the group of soldiers in his hand a ball of fire would form, one reminiscent of the fire oil used in the Battle of Ningal. With a slight sigh he rockets the spells towards the group covering two of the horses and camels with it. Their riders all yelled in agony trying to out out the flame but failed and they and their mounts fell burning away into charred ashes. The others in their company all spun around and charged the elf, yelling curses and promises they would have his head. But Ash would cut down two more with his glaive. Five were left to take care of and they were off their horses or still on their horses starting to circle him.

 

[Ashuanar]

Ashuanar rode atop a tall horse and with him half a dozen of his brethren, all robed in white. He carried his spear, and a sword at his side, while the others also carried with them shields.

They were on their way to meet with a troop of Kaliti soldiers, who had allegedly discovered a dragon egg and were en route to bring it to him as they spoke. The rider they'd sent ahead had traveled with great haste, but even still the contingent couldn't be too far behind. So he set out to meet them. A prize like that of a dragon egg was enough to sway the hearts of many, with the power such a thing encapsulated. While the men had been faithful at its first finding, that could perhaps change along the way.

As he rode, the sound of shouting reached the ears of he and his men. He shot a sideways glance backward, and the six accelerated to a gallop to approach the sound of battle they heard, and Ashuanar followed close behind.

As they drew near, the air became thick with the smell of burnt flesh. He snarled, and shouted for the horsemen to spread out into a wider formation as they grew close, signs of the battle coming into view.

Ashieron Gerra

 

[Ashieron]

Ash looked at the horizon and saw the approaching backup for this troop. He’d start to speak in ancient elvish, some light breaking through his clothes. The sand around the horsemen closest to him started to vibrate and glow orange, then huge shards of it irrupted. Forming around them as their mounts and themselves was huge crystal structures, freezing them as they either yelled or were running towards Ash. He’d approach one and run his hand along one of the crystals, then he’d look at the soul survivor holding the dragon egg.

The poor man was shaking like a leaf. Summong his glaive in his hand he quickly throws it at the soldier, impaling him with it going through his torso. Approaching him he’d yank it out of his back while taking the egg. Putting it into his robe Ash looks at the approaching horses.

He knew what they were here for, the wore somewhat similar uniforms he had seen before, “You will not have this egg. It will be with it’s kin!” His voice echo in ancient elvish as Ash yells out something in draconic, “Dragons are not to be used by your pathetic people for your arrogant advances!” He looks at the sky as they spread out, soon his old friend would appear. In his hand his bloodied glaive would glow with magic as he waiting for the first attacks. A few glowing white tears streamed down his eyes, he did not want to kill anymore of them. But for the little one he now held, he would give up his life for it.