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Tradieus Kha'Serith · February 27, 2008, 01:27 AM

I will edit TS when I find out when it should be placed

How long had it been? Candlemarks? Cycles? Months? Eras? Time was of no consequence to the children of the scaled race. Living for countless ordinations they survived while all around them faded and turned to dust. The elves barely rivaled the shrunken dragons when it came to longevity of life and only then because they hid in their forest homes like rats in walls. No, the dracon race would be around for as long as Diana continued to put the air in their lungs and until then they would be alone.

The grasslands of the wilds of Sherian Province unfolded around him in a sea of shades of green for as far as his wine colored eyes could see. Looking up into the sun without shading those same eyes he relished the heat on his scales as he spread his wings wide. The giant wings sucked in the warmth giving him a pleasant tingle in his stomach as they flapped back and forth slowly. He was alone in the everlasting pastures of grass.

How long had he been gone from the world he couldn't tell except for when he left it was cold and he had been dressed in furs. He had also been among forests of snow covered pines in a land close to the oceans surrounding the Medonian Continent. His armor was also different from when he last wore it, where once the proud symbol of the Imperial Legion had been emblazoned across it, now no trace of it could be seen. The colors of his armor were no longer that of the Divine Wrath Legion, but were simple dark grey that stood in contrast to his shining bronze scales. He must have been gone for some time for such a thing to happen.

"Rumen, have you found anything?" Tradieus asked the Paladin that approached him slowly from behind. The human had been with him since the time he had been Lord Thane of Diana, not once wavering from his duty to protect him. He had only one other friend such as Rumen that he could depend on blindly.

"No my lord there is nothing for miles around in either direction." This voice belonged to Morton, the dracon in disguise as the portly axe wielding butler. "There were signs of smoke in the far distance to the west and signs of an orc horde that passed not three miles away from us not long ago."

"Orcs and smoke to the west of us? The weak smell of the sea blow from the south. Unless Fortress Charisma is still burning we are in the lands of The Sherian to the east of the fallen Narim." Tradieus turned his tail pulling dirt along behind it.

Looking over the heads of the other two he envisioned the fallen city. He had been there, he had fought there and the carnage played so eagerly in his head.

"We will rest here for now. Build a fire." Turning his back on the two and leaving them to their orders he stalked away from them his talons scraping rivets in the ground.

February 27, 2008, 01:27 AM	#1 (permalink)
Tradieus Kha'Serith Companion Join Date: Jun 2004 Location: Prime Posts: 297 Blog Entries: 3	Hope...Lost... I will edit TS when I find out when it should be placed How long had it been? Candlemarks? Cycles? Months? Eras? Time was of no consequence to the children of the scaled race. Living for countless ordinations they survived while all around them faded and turned to dust. The elves barely rivaled the shrunken dragons when it came to longevity of life and only then because they hid in their forest homes like rats in walls. No, the dracon race would be around for as long as Diana continued to put the air in their lungs and until then they would be alone. The grasslands of the wilds of Sherian Province unfolded around him in a sea of shades of green for as far as his wine colored eyes could see. Looking up into the sun without shading those same eyes he relished the heat on his scales as he spread his wings wide. The giant wings sucked in the warmth giving him a pleasant tingle in his stomach as they flapped back and forth slowly. He was alone in the everlasting pastures of grass. How long had he been gone from the world he couldn't tell except for when he left it was cold and he had been dressed in furs. He had also been among forests of snow covered pines in a land close to the oceans surrounding the Medonian Continent. His armor was also different from when he last wore it, where once the proud symbol of the Imperial Legion had been emblazoned across it, now no trace of it could be seen. The colors of his armor were no longer that of the Divine Wrath Legion, but were simple dark grey that stood in contrast to his shining bronze scales. He must have been gone for some time for such a thing to happen. "Rumen, have you found anything?" Tradieus asked the Paladin that approached him slowly from behind. The human had been with him since the time he had been Lord Thane of Diana, not once wavering from his duty to protect him. He had only one other friend such as Rumen that he could depend on blindly. "No my lord there is nothing for miles around in either direction." This voice belonged to Morton, the dracon in disguise as the portly axe wielding butler. "There were signs of smoke in the far distance to the west and signs of an orc horde that passed not three miles away from us not long ago." "Orcs and smoke to the west of us? The weak smell of the sea blow from the south. Unless Fortress Charisma is still burning we are in the lands of The Sherian to the east of the fallen Narim." Tradieus turned his tail pulling dirt along behind it. Looking over the heads of the other two he envisioned the fallen city. He had been there, he had fought there and the carnage played so eagerly in his head. "We will rest here for now. Build a fire." Turning his back on the two and leaving them to their orders he stalked away from them his talons scraping rivets in the ground.