After the destruction and victory in Northrend, the troupe of dragons, now numbering fourteen in total, flew from Northrend to a lonely mountain to the south of the city and, after dodging various snow storms and high winds, landed in front of a large castle set in the side of the mountain where no man on foot could possibly enter.

The castle, Darastrix Nakta in the language of the dragons or Dragon Keep in the human tongue, was carved from the solid rock of the mountain and spanned numerous lengths throughout the entire mountain with its chambers and tunnels that snaked about the innards of the mountain. It was the main keep of the dragons before and during the Great War and would be once again.

"Ah home, I thought I would never see you again." Kelpresh commented as he set down on a large landing platform. The others followed his lead and quickly changed back into their human forms even though the castle was built for the massive bulk of a full dragon.

"It is no small feat that it still stands as well as it does," Yzolef mentioned as he inspected some of the collumns and supports about the platform. Kelpresh nodded in agreement.

"Indeed wise-one, when this fortress was made by our ancestors, they knew that it would have to be strong and able to stand against all things thrown against it. They obviously did well in its creation."

Sirananth, departing from the main body of dragons, moved forward a few paces and then stopped as he listened. His heightened sense took in everything from the others conversations, to the roar of the wind and to another set of noises that he had just picked up. He paused for a moment, digesting the sound, then snarled and un-sheathed his sword.

"We are not alone up here!" Sirananth declared to his comrades. Dorvund swore and rushed up beside his friend and readied his battle-axe for combat. The others joined him and Kelpresh took command of the situation easily.

"What do you hear, brother?" he asked Sirananth quietly. The dragons' eyes were sweeping the castle looking for possible threats.

"I hear some sort of feast going on, the clatter of plates and various wares. Seeing as how we are all accounted for, it is impossible that it is us." Sirananth replied. The group fell silent as they all listened for the same sounds and Charmuth and Kelpresh both nodded quickly.

"I hear it too, old friend," Charmuth noted.

"Aye, indeed we are not alone as we had thought. Quickly, we must find who has invaded this place." Dorvund, Peli, Sirananth and Svirna all surged ahead hoping to catch the invaders by surprise.

They wound their way through a few side passages in the rock fortress before they came to an abrupt stop just outside the main dining hall. The sounds of eating and the aromas of freshly cooked meats could not be disguised here where the wind had little effect. Sirananth took post just to the left of the door and motioned for his comrades to wait with him. They all paused for a moment, allowing the rest of the group to catch up and when Yzolef, the last one in the small convoy of dragons, turned the corner towards them, they burst through the door but were surprised by the response.

“Welcome back brothers and sisters, care for a feast?”

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Name: Racieus
Age: 43 (in halfling years)
Race: Halfling
Appearance: Short like most halflings. Light brown hair. lightly muscled, strong, but not huge. Light green eyes.
Personality: Fun-loving, noble, determined, and mischeivous.
History: Before the war he was a burglar. His village was one of the first to be attacked and he barely made it out alive. He has honed the abilities he learned as a burglar and made them more fit for an assassin. His senses are very acute.-Starwarsfreak117

Name: Sigurd Villentious
Race: Elf
Age: as he is an Elf he appears to be no more then 35, however his actual age is nearing 1500 years.
Appearance: Standing at 6"2, with broad shoulders, this sets him apart from the average Elf who generally have slim builds. Long Brown Hair, tied into a ponytail. Midnight blue eyes. Well built.
Personality: Shy when in the company of strangers, but sarcastic and witty when with friends. Is known to be a little perculiar. Patient
History: Having grown up behind the powerful Elven walls, he has not seen much action when it comes to war. But having being often picked on by Elves his age, he has grown to become very patient and wise as to when to make a move. -DTMN

Kaer Fore
Age:24
Race: Half-Elf
Appearance: Slim is missing the pointed ears of the elves but has a pale complexion, is has some human charestics but lacks some of the muscle power of humans. Stands at six feet. Blond haired and forest green eyes. Wears a green cloak which coverer the eleven leather armour he wears underneath it. Carries a broadsword and bow on his back. the armour is brownish black.
Personality: He tries to keep his eleven hieritage by trying to be disconnected aloof and intelligent. But his human side is much stronger, is Headstrong and prone to fits of anger. His emotions are usually very powerful, he hides them. Is very friendly and but not Naive. Has some skill with magic but has declared himself an expert swordsmen or ranger.
History: He grew up in a small village in the valleys of large mountian peaks, before the war he was being mentored by the only other half elf in the village. He was trying to become a wizard but his mentor died when the village had been attacked. Since then him and his fellow villagers have been running trying to enter the elven borders.-chimerakiller2

Name: Sirananth Dread-Wing (Just Sirananth when in Human form)

Age: Unknown

Race: Dragon

Appearance: In full form Sirananth appears as a huge black dragon with piercing red eyes that have been said to throw even the most courageous men into a full retreat. In his human form, he appears as a heavily armored man standing around six foot one inch (6' 1") has jet black hair and a sword named Narduras Alasol (meaning 'Unending Darkness). (It should be noted that his armor is full plate with the main color being black with the accent of blood red) His eyes are of a piercing violet as his red eye-color has seeped into his original blue human color over the centuries (millennia?)

Personality: Dark and brooding; is patient to a fault but when he moves, everything shies away no matter how strong of heart or sound of mind they are. He prefers words to actions when alone but when he foregoes words altogether, nothing can stop him.

History: (About to be revealed in my first chapter)-Spockeh

Name: Acaeb
Age: 74
Race: Human
Appearance: 5' 10'' and still very fit for his age. As a Wizard, age does not take as much of a toll on him as with other humans. He has white hair and green eyes. He wears the Red Robes of a crepusculi who are adept at both Dark Magic and White Magic.
Personality: Very serious. Due to a hard childhood Acaeb is sometimes prone to violence. He is arrogant, but not haughty. Prefers quiet to obnoxious chatter.
History: Never able to do quite as much as the other boys in his village Acaeb was not promoted to a full warrior. It was about this time (at age 18) that Acaeb's first magical abilities began to appear. He was found by his soon-to-be master, and was trained in both the Dark Arts, and the White Magic. Instead of devoting his life to a certain path, Acaeb chose to become a master in both, and eventually earned the honor of a Red Robe. Out of the three, the Red Robes are the most feared, for it takes supreme skill to master even one of the two Paths, the reds are profficient in both. His anger at his youth is his driving motivation to become the most powerful wielder of the arts that he can. -Starwarsfreak117

Name(s): Haldurin and Grumdig
Age: Both aged 19
Race: Dwarven
Appearance:
- Haldurin : Stands at 4ft3. Long golden brown hair. Rough weather worn beard.
- Grumdig : Stands at 4ft2. Long curled red hair. Short stubble beard.
Personality:
- Haldurin: Grumpy. Loves a fight. Despite being a dwarf, he struggles holding his drink. excellent fighter whilst drunk.
- Grumdig : More patient then Haldurin. Just as equal in fighting skill. A "posh" dwarf. Prefers wine to mead.
History: As the first recorded Dwarven twins, there was a mixed view on the pair. Outcast from day one by all but their Mother and Father, they have vowed to fight and earn respect for their Family. -DTMN

Name: Neradin Bane
Age: Unknown
Race: Human. partial immortal can be killed if he wounded enough.
Appearance: Wears a black cloak,and white underneath the cloak, pants are in similar manor, wears and orange sash at the waste. stands at six feet, muscular,wide grin on his face. Carries an oversized sword that reaches the length of his body and is about six inches across. Has a scar running across his right eye to across to his left cheek. His eyes are Dark orange almost resembling an abyss of fire.
Personality: Violent, loves fighting, hates a boring fight. Usually trys to keep powerful, intelligent oppenents a second chance to live so he can fight them again.Fearless ,and cares very little about mortal affairs unless it involves a promising fight. Usually trys to not connect to people but if he does he is a very caring and protective person.
History: Long ago he fought an enemy who served a powerful almost god like wizard. He challenged him after killing all of his under servers. The wizard struck him down quickly but however thought it would be entertaining to heal him before he died and gave him partail imortality. In a sense giving him a second chance only for him to fail again. However when given a second chance Neradin killed the wizard.

Name: Astrial Neventa
Age: appears to be 27
Race: elf
Appearance: slender, lean build, black hair about mid back, deep blue-green eyes, stands about 5'11, wears light but sturdy armor that is a dark green, wears slightly loose cloths, long brown traveling cloak, carries a pair of dual blades (attached to her waist) and a short sword on her back. (optional) travels with a small young boy/ dragon.
Personality: Reserved, witty, doesn't really like fighting weaklings, tends to get along well with others, insanely brave, she is a Jack of all trades and master of many.
History: She grew up outside of the of the elven city with her father loosing her mother at birth. When her and her father are ambushed by orcs in the forest her father hides her in the bushes before they notice. Her father is taken and killed and she is left alone. She starts traveling around to different places to learn how to fight and kills for a living. (optional) She runs into a boy that is laying on the side of the road and he ends up being a dragon. He only respects and listens to Astrial. He agrees to travel with her in order to get back home but decides to stay by her side. - Alex Walker

Name: Toni'rah Meshielt
Age: 25
Race: Human
Appearance: Long black hair that is normally braided, stands about 6'1, slender with a strong build, grey eyes, wears armored braces on arms and legs, has a crap load of hidden weapons. Carries a bow and quiver made from white spirit oak (strong stuff) Duel blades and multiple throwing knives.
Personality: Very quiet and tends to often drift off into thought, a combat genius, stubborn within reason, values honor and loyalty, and a gifted blacksmith.
History: She ran away from home when she was young and was taken in by a lonely blacksmith. Growing up there she learned the trade of a blacksmith and blade smithing. She far surpassed him and became a Master blacksmith and left to journey on her own. Alex Walker

updated Feb 5 by chimerakiller2