A/N Here you may have some difficulty with the names. I have devised a cast/social system for dragons, which is how I view the dragon society of Krynn: all dragons will have a true name, and then depending on who they are addressing or who is addressing them they might be called by a certain nickname. Thusly if a major dragon addresses a minor dragon, the major will most likely call the minor by a nickname, refraining from speaking their true name. Calling another dragon by their true name is a show of respect and/or acknowledgement of their status. It might be confusing at first, but if you continue to read along you should get the hang of it ;-)
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Trespassers will die
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Several days before the downfall of Vrahtha, the air in a certain spot seemed to shimmer, and then exploded outward in what looked like wind.
Icarniza lifted her head from the bloody carcass. She paused in her feeding to view the non-comestibles she had ripped off the human's body before she had begun her meal. The green chuckled to herself, something akin to purring, and thought about how ridiculous it was that the mortals still believed leather armor would be some measure of protection from a dragon. She had not yet lowered her jaws to resume her feeding when she felt a magical ripple run through the air around her. Immediately her senses reached out, trying to find the source. A blue was flying in the distance, but it was too far away to have caused such a powerful ripple in her vicinity from its relative location. She knew of no magic that would be felt from such a distance. Icarniza was sure of it.
Nothing seemed to follow. The powerful reptile hurriedly finished its activity and took wing.
Above the forest, some way away… Khellendros glided on the humid air. He must be near a large body of water. Being in a world full of dragons, he knew that he must be careful, but his knowledge of powerful spells and his large size would ensure his ability to travel and move where others could see him. At least when and where he didn't mind being seen…
He needed to scout out his surroundings, find upon which dragons rested the balance of power. Firstly, The Storm would need to find a lair, an abode of some sorts. A place where he could rest and plan. He started a spiral to gain altitude and study the geography. When satisfied with the view he commanded, he stopped his climb. He could see the faint glowing of stars above and on the horizon through the faded blue of the sky.
His apparition here had taken place over an island that pointed north and south, covered in forests and with a mountain range the length of the entire western side. Farther west, and not yet more than a few kilometers from the island, was a landmass that disappeared west and south. Khellendros could see mountains and rivers, but the mountains, which ran north/south, prevented him from seeing further inland. To his northwest he viewed an island chain, very long. East, water. Nothing. The end of the world. He started to descend and glide, facing west. The ocean could wait.
On the southern tip of the eastern island, called Yousta by generations of inhabitants, both human and dragon, Icarniza spoke into the caves where mountain met swamp.
"I was feeding to the north when I felt a burst of magic. I am not sure what it was used for, but it was definitely strong enough for a powerful spell. It was very fleeting, and after it passed I felt nothing else. I felt the incident was strange enough to draw your attention, Shachor."
Shadows were all Icarniza could see, until an enormous black fore claw was laid on the ground before her.
"Go, Tsavolite. Your report of this incident is, appreciated."
Pleasure vibrated though Icarniza's body upon hearing her title from the great black's lips. Nothing else was said, and Tsavolite knew that she was done here. While and after the green dragon returned to her lair, in its mind the black went through a list of dragons and mages that would dare come to his island. With a decision made, he exited the mountain's bowels and spread his wings in flight.
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"Chiros!" The challenge made the rocky earth vibrate.
Shachor's massive dark figure dominated the mountain. His challenge was answered by an explosion of fire right in front of him. Shachor stood his ground, and in a few seconds when his sensitive eyes recovered, he was confronted ahead by a gold dragon of near equal size.
"You dare to come here." the gold growled. "Return to your blasted island immediately."
"You were on my island, using your damned spells. What were you doing? Spying on my territory?"
"Why would I have any interest in your wretched little landmass?" Chiros replied.
The dragons were at a standoff. The black had made an accusation, and the gold denied it. To end the argument there were few options. Shachor was slightly larger, but Chiros was on an outcrop, giving the gold the high ground. And the metallic one had powerful magic. They faced each other for a long time. Finally, Shachor made up his mind.
"You are not the one I seek for this transgression. But your time will come, my cousin."
With that said, the great black spat a trail of acid at the ground, and speedily flew back east off the continent to return to his lair. The gold dragon waited a few minutes to make sure Shachor didn't turn around, and then flew off to find other metallics. He was curious to find out who had recently been to Yousta.
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