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It was the end of an era. The once glorious Haven of the Dragon Wardens was attacked by the surrounding kingdoms and burned to the ground. All Wardens and their dragons were hunted down and slaughtered as humanity feared their power. Any survivors had no choice but to run and hide.
Dragon Wardens were once the peace keepers of the land, often called in to mediate disputes or prevent entire wars. Those who refused their council gave up the right to their protection, and thus the accepting side would have their aid in the war. Few would ever give up that right. Through the Dragon Wardens' help, the lands have created a prosperous trade route.
But humanity began to question the validity of the Dragon Wardens after countless accounts of Warden attacks were reported. The dragons feasted upon villages and the Wardens would plunder and murder innocents. It was very out of the norm for what everyone had known of these peace keepers.
It has been a season since the Haven fell, calling in Autumn in the Middle Lands and colder temperatures in the mountains. The Dragon Wardens are still being hunted down and killed, making it difficult for them to find people they can trust. Their numbers are scattered throughout the land. Hiding and protecting the dragons takes effort. In some lands, those who aid the Wardens commit treason. Dragon nests are hunted down and eradicated.
The remaining Dragon Wardens must rally together to right this wrong, and refute the horrid allegations against them. They must bring back peace to the land.
Dragon Wardens were once the peace keepers of the land, often called in to mediate disputes or prevent entire wars. Those who refused their council gave up the right to their protection, and thus the accepting side would have their aid in the war. Few would ever give up that right. Through the Dragon Wardens' help, the lands have created a prosperous trade route.
But humanity began to question the validity of the Dragon Wardens after countless accounts of Warden attacks were reported. The dragons feasted upon villages and the Wardens would plunder and murder innocents. It was very out of the norm for what everyone had known of these peace keepers.
It has been a season since the Haven fell, calling in Autumn in the Middle Lands and colder temperatures in the mountains. The Dragon Wardens are still being hunted down and killed, making it difficult for them to find people they can trust. Their numbers are scattered throughout the land. Hiding and protecting the dragons takes effort. In some lands, those who aid the Wardens commit treason. Dragon nests are hunted down and eradicated.
The remaining Dragon Wardens must rally together to right this wrong, and refute the horrid allegations against them. They must bring back peace to the land.
The Woodlands Beyond Edlenfeld
Idhrenan watched the old man, her savior, climb back aboard his dragon companion as though age were never an issue. She thought she had caught a glimpse of something beneath the fabric of his cloak; a myth of a symbol only spoken in bedtime stories. But he was gone before she could fully assess what may have been there, and her eyes moved over to the remaining Dragon Warden with her. Her brows knit together in thought before recognition hit her.
"Cinder," she said softly. She felt a sense of comfort wash over her as not only did she come to find another Dragon Warden, but one of her former peers as an Emasari. She tried to recall the dragon's name the woman had bonded with. As she turned to follow the lumbering Earth Dragon, her gaze scanned over the arcane dragon in thought. Her past was all merging together after all that had happened as though her mind was unable to splice out the timeline effectively. Recounting recent events since the incident in the Mouth of the Mountain had become a chore, and one she often set aside to focus on the path ahead. And right now, the more important task was to find the rider to the dragon and maybe some possible supplies.
She hadn't checked to see if Cinder and Voarex followed behind her. Her attention was to the earth in which she stepped as she roamed over toppled trees and flattened brush. The indentations of Plainswalker's footprints were deep indicating the dragon's heft. It was enough of a dip within the dampened dirt to cause injury to the unsuspecting.
There felt a hole in her heart, like a void she could never fill. Idhrenan had never felt the crushing pain of separation from her dragon until this point. It was a feeling not many Dragon Wardens experienced, for it was often their dragons outlived them. Was Eosphelon feeling the same? It was akin to feeling lost; a longing in physical hurt emanating from her very soul. But being amongst her kin helped in numbing the pain, and in her diplomatic fashion, she pushed aside her emotions at the sight of a Sur hut.
A smile brightened her features as she saw the dirty Dragon Warden. "It was all very unexpected," she responded to the girl casually. There was no time to dwell upon Edlenfeld or saturate the encounter with her negativity. The Earth Caster looked very young, and judging by the state of things around the Sur home, she had managed to stay free from harm after what happened in the Haven. If there were wards, they were very well placed.
A smile brightened her features as she saw the dirty Dragon Warden. "It was all very unexpected," she responded to the girl casually. There was no time to dwell upon Edlenfeld or saturate the encounter with her negativity. The Earth Caster looked very young, and judging by the state of things around the Sur home, she had managed to stay free from harm after what happened in the Haven. If there were wards, they were very well placed.
"We were just on our way North to Usolath," she continued as she approached. Idhrenan had no idea just how weathered she looked. Her red hair was matted with drying mud from the grasslands and tangled in a mess around her frame. What skin was exposed was dusted with either dirt or caked with blood both from her own wounds and from her former opponents. It was even difficult to discern what color her attire used to be. "Do you happen to have any supplies or food you could spare? We have a long journey ahead."
Above the Woodlands of Valnahar
Flying within the Sur lands would be met with little event. The elves did not wish to disrespect the peacekeepers, partly because those that still remained good would continue to protect the lands. There was only a small knowledge of the existence of Shadow Wardens in the land. Their current aggressors were mostly in the form of humans and elves who had lost their way conjuring horrific creatures and tainting their lands and forests. And so, Waethren and Ancalagon were left to fly swiftly through the skies, the fog and darkened mist over the lands to the South behind him slowly fading on the horizon. The chill of Winter grew colder and colder until finally they flew into snowfall and over the blankets of white. Within a few hours he would make his destination.
Usolath
The orcs lingered outside in conversation as they waited, their conversation quiet as they planned their next steps in their native tongue. It seemed like the cold did not bother them even as their thick furs parted in their wide gestures and thoughtful pointing. At one point the male laughed at something Drau had said, and there was a brief moment of a stern look before she cracked a smile of her own and clapped the orc's back with the strength of her hand.
Prince Asal had ordered Nrem to gather a portion of their best hunters in Usolath to prepare to accompany him with the orcs. There was a reserved hesitancy in the way he carried himself, and before it could be questioned, he excused himself to his quarters to gather what he needed.
A bestial cry pierced through the village from the skies, and all those outside turned their heads in time to watch the dragon dive downward. Those within the vicinity scattered to give the dragons a wide birth, many of them clamoring to their homes within the trees as they screamed. The orcs looked to each other in a silent exchange within their glances, their lips upturning once again as their fear turned into a sense of lively adventure. Their hands moved to their weapons as they readied themselves to jump into the fray, their eyes roaming through the tension as they both began to reel through strategies and methodologies.
Thannel found their eagerness to take on such a beast rather strange. If every dragon present became involved in a fight, it felt unwise to be close to anything around them. The Vuaturi looked around the clearing at the surrounding homes, his ears soaking in the cries of fear. He turned to the Dragon Wardens with concern etched in his features.
"They can't fight here," he said to them. "The damage they could do... Don't let them fight here."
It was a plea on behalf of the Sur, and it was quite unlike a Vuaturi to care so much of others. Having been through event after event of destruction starting with his capture to this very moment in time, all he could see were the mistakes in passivity and dismissal of blatant violence before him. He remembered the Dragon Wardens that fell in attempts to save him from the Shadow Caster hunter. Or the rubble of the Silver Lance as Granny Phillis cried over the loss of her friend. Or the way the Taint etched across the white of Liola in the dragon's suffering. Hale's final breath in the aftermath of turmoil...
"Is there something that can be done to diffuse this situation?" he asked.
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