Chapter I

Penacles was always known as the city of knowledge for within it housed the libraries. These libraries were no ordinary place to store books oh no. These libraries were a place where all the secrets of the Dragon Realms could be found and read, the only catch being all is written in riddles and almost every book in the library was blank until you found the exact one that you were looking for. This was put in a one of the many safety precautions when the Purple Dragon had the libraries built over three centuries ago…

The Turning War ended about a week ago, this meant that all of the Dragonrealms had been in chaos for many months of late. The war resulted in thousands of deaths, men and drakes alike, and caused unbelievable destruction to some cities. The numbers of the Dragon Kings were lessened by only one; their big brother, the Purple Dragon, lost his life, along with the dragon master Nathan Bedlam in the final siege that the Gryphon's armies had on the city of knowledge. With the death of the Purple Dragon brought a new piece to the lands of Penacles that they had not seen before, but that also was at the cost of the last of the dragon masters. Dragon masters were some of the most powerful warlocks in all of the Dragonrealms, and Nathan Bedlam was the last surviving…until a week ago.

Nathan Bedlam did have a son, Azran Bedlam, who had he been on his father's side during the turning war, may have kept Nathan alive long enough to see the end of the war, and maybe help him fight back against the other 12 ruling drakes, but alas not. Azran was a heavy user of the darker side of the spectrum. He barely ever dabbles into the good Magick. Azran preferred to stay out of this fight, and even had locked himself away in a little tower in the Hell Plains, hidden from the views of everyone, even the notorious Red Dragon, and stayed there all through the war. Even though the war was over, Azran loved the little hiding place that he had sought out for himself and decided he would rather not leave.

The ending siege of the Turning War, which was fought on Penacles' land, was fought over the right to control the libraries. The Gryphon thought that if he was able to become king of Penacles then he would not only have control over the City of Knowledge, but also, it would mean that the foothold that the Dragon Kings have on the Dragonrealms was lessening. Now that the Gryphon had the City of Knowledge, he could find a way to put the libraries to work for him, and figure out a way to end this tide of Dragon Kings in the Dragonrealms.

With the end of the Turning War having come, this brought a different sense to the air of the Dragonrealms. A sense of uneasiness at the calmness in the lands, which had for months beforehand been a raging hell storm of fire and deadly gasses from the fire and air drakes, along with the copious amounts of Magick thrown into the air from those grey-haired sorcerers.

Lying on the ground, not too far from the gates into the city of knowledge, was a body. The body was clearly lifeless and dead, or at least as dead as this person could be. The hooded figure seemed to have been struck by a rather large force in the last of the Turning War, and with so many dead inside the City of Knowledge, the guards left this lifeless body alone since it was already outside the city walls. The wolves could eventually take care of it at night was their logic. Little did they know who this hooded figure was, little did they know…what was going to come to happen in the Dragonrealms quite soon.