Post by Sturm on May 9, 2009 15:38:21 GMT -5
Deep within the Forest of Elders, lays a hidden coven of Dragons. It is one of the few surviving covens that walk these lands. In the Strigoi War, great many dragons were slain to near extinction. A decision was made, centuries ago, to sever all ties from the world and live in seclusion. Scalebane walks across the open field, rumbling along its wake. Sturm Blueheart lies on the wild blooms, feeling the breeze and sunlight on his skin. Katari tingles at his side and chuckles to himself. “I can hear you from the other side of the forest. You are as graceful a walker as ever.”
Scalebane grumbles. “Have some respect for your elders.” This sounded more like a menacing growl. “Isn’t that joke getting old yet and why are you not practicing?”
Sturm sighs and gets up to face Scalebane. Scalebane stood on four legs with his leathery wings folded to his side. Looking at Scalebane is like looking into a multi-colored facet gem. The scales on Scalebane have collage of color ranging from red to violet. His master and mentor, Scalebane, once told him that he was the only dragon to have mastery of all elemental magic. No other dragons were known to have more than one elemental talent. Snapping out of his reverie, Sturm breathe deeply. “You know I have practiced the whole morning and had just lain down.”
Scalebane suppresses a proud smile with a grunt. Sturm is as ambitious as ever. It was his adventurous nature that led Sturm, at the age of ten, wondering deep into the Forest of Elder. There Sturm discovered a fissure in the mountain that traverses the magical barrier leading into the hidden Dragon’s coven. Scalebane discovered Sturm lost, hungry, and cold but was not frightened. At age eleven, Sturm made a decision to return through the secret passage to seek Scalebane. So captivated was he with Sturm’s courage and determination that he made an exception to his decision, to avoid outsiders, and took on a disciple. Snapping out of the past, he pulls out a dragon scale armor and hands it to Sturm. “You are now a Dragon Champion. No longer are you a Champion Disciple. You have earned the honor of donning the tough scales of dragon. I have no more to teach you. As a Dragon Champion, I send you out to learn the ways of the world and continue improving on your Dragoon skills and arts that I have taught you. Rest up today for you leave tomorrow.”
Humbly, Sturm reverently takes the armor and hugs on to it. The dragon scales resonates vitality to him. That night, he laid on his cot and thought of what he needed to prepare for the challenges ahead. He had the sense that the road before him would be impossibly difficult. Falling asleep, he dreams of home and a voice calling for him.
Sturm wakes up with a head full of plans for his journey and packs hastily. He stops by Scalebane’s den to discover it empty. Sturm felt a bit disappointed because he was wanted to at least say his farewell before he leaves. Feeling restless to start his journey, he heads toward the mountain fissure, separating the hidden coven from the rest of the world.
At the mountain fissure, Scalebane awaits Sturm. Having had errands to do and knew he may not make it back before Sturm leaves, he decided best to wait here. He looks at the fissure with mild amusement. Centuries ago, when the barrier was erected, it was to cut off the outside world from coming in. Back then the mountain was solid and they saw no reason to doubt the mountain to conceal them. A few decades ago, an earthquake shook the mountain and the once flawless solid mountain formed a fissure. Fate led Sturm to him, he felt. It may be a sign that the dragon should somehow reconnect to the outside again.
Sturm treks on a worn path toward the mountain fissure and was pleasant surprised to see Scalebane waiting for him there. Scalebane sensing him approaching turns in his direction. He stops in front of Scalebane and bids his master and mentor a farewell.
Scalebane nods in acknowledgment and sits down with an earth shattering force. “Listen to me carefully, for I have given this great thought.” Lifting his left claw, he reveals a short sword. “Remember the name well for this is Stryker, a dragon metal sword forged by the breath of the Legendary Grand Dragon Firemane. His dying request was for me to hand Stryker down to a worthy Dragoon. I, Scalebane – Dragon of the Forest of Elder Coven, acknowledge you as a Dragon Champion of the Dragoon worthy in my eyes to wield Stryker and make it your own. May this sword be your avenger, for Stryker can take on brute force with ease. I do not know all of Stryker’s potential because it died along with Firemane. So I leave it up to you to discover Stryker while you train on your journey ahead. On the cross guard is the Jewel of Burden and on the pommel is the Jewel of Sunder. Go forth and seek out Arkan K'Hiv in Espera. There will continue learning with Arkan. Fate has led you to me and I have prepared you." Looking into the distance he sees an impending storm. "I sense trouble ahead of your journey"
Shaking with awe, Sturm picks Stryker and equips it on. He then turns to Scalebane and says “I shall miss you greatly.” He then turns and walks through the fissure fading from sight.
Scalebane looks at Sturm’s retreating back while he fades from sight through the fissure. Softly he says “Don’t be, we shall meet again. Until then be safe and be strong”. He then turns and rumbles back to his den thinking of what he should do to pass time.
Scalebane grumbles. “Have some respect for your elders.” This sounded more like a menacing growl. “Isn’t that joke getting old yet and why are you not practicing?”
Sturm sighs and gets up to face Scalebane. Scalebane stood on four legs with his leathery wings folded to his side. Looking at Scalebane is like looking into a multi-colored facet gem. The scales on Scalebane have collage of color ranging from red to violet. His master and mentor, Scalebane, once told him that he was the only dragon to have mastery of all elemental magic. No other dragons were known to have more than one elemental talent. Snapping out of his reverie, Sturm breathe deeply. “You know I have practiced the whole morning and had just lain down.”
Scalebane suppresses a proud smile with a grunt. Sturm is as ambitious as ever. It was his adventurous nature that led Sturm, at the age of ten, wondering deep into the Forest of Elder. There Sturm discovered a fissure in the mountain that traverses the magical barrier leading into the hidden Dragon’s coven. Scalebane discovered Sturm lost, hungry, and cold but was not frightened. At age eleven, Sturm made a decision to return through the secret passage to seek Scalebane. So captivated was he with Sturm’s courage and determination that he made an exception to his decision, to avoid outsiders, and took on a disciple. Snapping out of the past, he pulls out a dragon scale armor and hands it to Sturm. “You are now a Dragon Champion. No longer are you a Champion Disciple. You have earned the honor of donning the tough scales of dragon. I have no more to teach you. As a Dragon Champion, I send you out to learn the ways of the world and continue improving on your Dragoon skills and arts that I have taught you. Rest up today for you leave tomorrow.”
Humbly, Sturm reverently takes the armor and hugs on to it. The dragon scales resonates vitality to him. That night, he laid on his cot and thought of what he needed to prepare for the challenges ahead. He had the sense that the road before him would be impossibly difficult. Falling asleep, he dreams of home and a voice calling for him.
Sturm wakes up with a head full of plans for his journey and packs hastily. He stops by Scalebane’s den to discover it empty. Sturm felt a bit disappointed because he was wanted to at least say his farewell before he leaves. Feeling restless to start his journey, he heads toward the mountain fissure, separating the hidden coven from the rest of the world.
At the mountain fissure, Scalebane awaits Sturm. Having had errands to do and knew he may not make it back before Sturm leaves, he decided best to wait here. He looks at the fissure with mild amusement. Centuries ago, when the barrier was erected, it was to cut off the outside world from coming in. Back then the mountain was solid and they saw no reason to doubt the mountain to conceal them. A few decades ago, an earthquake shook the mountain and the once flawless solid mountain formed a fissure. Fate led Sturm to him, he felt. It may be a sign that the dragon should somehow reconnect to the outside again.
Sturm treks on a worn path toward the mountain fissure and was pleasant surprised to see Scalebane waiting for him there. Scalebane sensing him approaching turns in his direction. He stops in front of Scalebane and bids his master and mentor a farewell.
Scalebane nods in acknowledgment and sits down with an earth shattering force. “Listen to me carefully, for I have given this great thought.” Lifting his left claw, he reveals a short sword. “Remember the name well for this is Stryker, a dragon metal sword forged by the breath of the Legendary Grand Dragon Firemane. His dying request was for me to hand Stryker down to a worthy Dragoon. I, Scalebane – Dragon of the Forest of Elder Coven, acknowledge you as a Dragon Champion of the Dragoon worthy in my eyes to wield Stryker and make it your own. May this sword be your avenger, for Stryker can take on brute force with ease. I do not know all of Stryker’s potential because it died along with Firemane. So I leave it up to you to discover Stryker while you train on your journey ahead. On the cross guard is the Jewel of Burden and on the pommel is the Jewel of Sunder. Go forth and seek out Arkan K'Hiv in Espera. There will continue learning with Arkan. Fate has led you to me and I have prepared you." Looking into the distance he sees an impending storm. "I sense trouble ahead of your journey"
Shaking with awe, Sturm picks Stryker and equips it on. He then turns to Scalebane and says “I shall miss you greatly.” He then turns and walks through the fissure fading from sight.
Scalebane looks at Sturm’s retreating back while he fades from sight through the fissure. Softly he says “Don’t be, we shall meet again. Until then be safe and be strong”. He then turns and rumbles back to his den thinking of what he should do to pass time.