Some people want to raise dragons, some want to ride them, but some want to BE THEM. The Great Wryms have caverns scattered all over the known and unknown world. Clans come together during mating times and for war against the lesser races. It has been a long time since the last war, but trouble is afoot and the elves and humans have been massing armies. The dwarves have kept to themselves and still send their yearly tributes, something the ground and tree dwellers quit doing years ago. If it is a war that they seek they shall find more than they expected.
Name: Age: In Centuries Dragon Clan: Type: Hoard: A tiny pile of gems Alliances: Enemies:
Name: Pythagoros Age: 7 Centuries Dragon Clan: None Type: Shadow Drake Hoard: A small pile of gems Alliances: None Enemies: None
"Keep the gems, please. I have no use for them in this war, but if you insist i will keep them." I check outside to see if anyone is eavesdropping. "Good. Thank you for your assistance. It may have not been easy from migrating from the ground to help us, so we have your back as you have ours." We discuss for hours then we reach a conclusion.
