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:
in one second grabs she with her one tail the elf child and cut the dire wolf with her other tail in the middle in two halves. are you ok? she asks the elf child during she put the elf child carefully on the ground.
Glimmerwing: They dodge out of the blast of your breath and lose 3 arrows.
Zayrx: Grabbing children with your tail is a good way to crush them, but it doesn't seem to have been harmed. The little girl begins to suck her thumb.
Name: Pythagoros Age: 7 Centuries Dragon Clan: None Type: Shadow Drake Hoard: A small pile of gems Alliances: None Enemies: None
I roar mwith delight. "Thank you for accepting the conclusion. Now, you must be off before it turns dark.The plains aren't happy places at night." I move to the left so the dwarf can go. "before you go, may i ask your name."
Shadow: You make it in but there are several cultists ready to attack.
Glimmerwing: That was supposed to say loosed 3 arrows. They bounce off of your side, and one of them gets hit by your breath and another is swept off of his feet.
