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The Dragon Slayers
Long ago in a time long forgotten a race of Elves organised dominion above the dragons slaying them without remorse hunting them to the ends in the earth pertaining to gold and riches beyond any men wildest dreams if spoken of only in tales and fairy tails, suppose there was more truth for the legends? of the very legends of the clan of elves the slew the mighty dragons and the last survivor of their race a mighty Dragonkin!
Chapter you: Legends
Deep in the Heralds Holdfast Older Night came from space to place taking note of every single generation and clan long lost to the course of time the one that always organised mystery to him were the Elvish clan in the Dragonkin caressing his facial beard lightly this individual passed through the library extremely smoothly gliding across the ground with his incredibly essence of ancient and unbridled expertise filling the space with lumination as just about every torch and candle this individual approached began to glow a blue arcane glow. This individual found himself in the corridor of the elvish races there are three doors the one to his still left led to a brief history of the elves of the area and the additional to his right was the history of the malicious drow of the underdark The door ranking before him untouched in lots of centuries covered in chain and dust long settled was obviously a door ultimately causing times prior to the drow were forced underground... Old Evening approached the door of the old room unviewed in more than the usual millennia opening the door using a slight trend of the hand. The historical door embellished with silver and gold filigree with depictions of the two elvish races featured in mithrill and afro touching palms above a mass of bones, exposed silently and smoothly, air rushing earlier into the chamber pulling the cob chain apart slinging them helplessly to the sides of the passageway. the foible man apparently floated throughout the threshold with the stagnant step not disturbing even the dust particles that experienced settled on the floor the room was lit by simply candles that forever burned giving a nice yet threatening glow that gave the room a mysterious feel. Banner's hung through the walls describing great fights against superb winged monsters and a mixture of the elvish dragon slayers and just one suit of armor unworn for longer than the man may remember the dust had not settled upon it a fantastic magical feeling emanated protecting against the gathering of time. this individual thought very long about in which he came to have got such a masterpiece it absolutely was an armor like no other solid in mithrill and a tough and mighty dragons scales it brand long neglected to the sands of time there was clearly no helmet to speak from the breastplate was sleek and plated intensely with the weighing scales of the wonderful beasts one puldron for the right affiliate with a level or mithrill plates running down the arm adorned with a small diamond shaped fierce, ferocious looking defend with a sharpened point at the bottom clutched the arm as if it was constantly ready to strike and a gauntlet that adorned paws sharpened into deadly details resembling the truly amazing monsters they will made their very own intended prey as well as a huge sword lengthy and wide that went almost the size of the el adorned suite very away of persona for the elves. The curiosity was undeniable for the ancient person caressing his beard even now he considered to himself it turned out a beautiful view of it all yet he believed that the battle suits hungered to get worn by a warrior of big and indisputable honor.
Old Night recognized what he wanted to perform to add another amazing prize of knowledge of something incredibly special to add to his huge collection of knowledge. He began his preparations he pulled a tiny wooden container simple seeking from occasions long neglected from his sleeve this individual layed a hand out before him together with his fingers pointing down he began to action his turn in a mixing motion sending the dust particles away which has a swirl of wind right into a miniature tormenta whirling every one of the layers in the passage of the time up and motioning the dust in the box that he had ripped from his robes sleeve " we will begin anew" he whispered to the armor closing the and tucking it...