From a past
voice to those who would that preserve and keep the
wither from devouring their spirit.
Beyond the Dragonlords
Warm winds blew dust over the stark landscape of the
valley. Scavengers picked the bones of ancient dragons
and small rodents ran past our feet with trophy bone
fragments of the once mighty beasts. The winds was harsh
to our skin and armor. Dehydration had become a factor in
our trek - exhaustion our norm.
Arey sprang forth from his perch onto a small knoll and
shouted to the group,
"Hurry! There's a city ahead! Come quick!"
Ophelia, Yetz, Stalker, Logan, Rebecca and other members
of the ASH Guild gathered themselves running towards
Serpents of the poisonous variety were everywhere but did
not concern the battle-hardened veterans. They needed
food, drink and rest, nothing was going to stop them from
the sanctuary of that city.
As they approached the gates, a small Elfish peddler
tried to sell Stalker his own halberd after he disarming
Stalker, "I should kill you elf!"
Elf, "Noooo! Jest I make to take your halberd and to
back you sell. I need not. Kill no me, go I to the back
and whence you see me more no!"
Stalker picked up his halberd pondering what sort of
backward language the Elf was speaking to him. He noticed
that the Elf also had his leather on inside out and that
the Elf's boots were on the wrong feet.
Ophelia giggled, "New friend Stalker?"
Stalker, "Bah! New victim almost!"
Logan, "Did you notice everything he said and wore
Stalker, "Aye, it was. That was most odd."
Yetz, "Come on in! they have a tavern just past the
The ASH Guild ventured into the city. On both sides of
them were fine walls of natural rock quarried from the
surrounding lands. Their footsteps echoed like large
raindrops in a long tube. Inside the tavern, many races
were gathered, imbibing the local ale and eating heartily
of the platters placed on the long, wooden planked
"Hail!", said the Tavern keeper. "Welcome,
enjoy the food and drink, it's free! Courtesy of the Last
Knight of Spadnorshire!"
"Last Knight?" queried Ophelia.
"Aye! But never ye mind! Eat! Drink! Time is short
be it comes! Enjoy life while you can!"
Normally the adventurous guild who question what the
"It" was, but they were so thirsty and hungry,
they dove into the feast with barbaric ferocity and
gorged themselves on the local culinary delights.
On the tavern walls were many Emblems and Shields
emblazoned with the Family Crests of Fallen Knights. Most
were decorated with colorful feathers on leather shields
with silver buttons holding them in place. Bronzed
figurines of small dragons sat on the mantle. On the
floor of the tavern was a faded painting of a huge grey
dragon. It's face has been rubbed out from many feet
dancing upon its head.
A small bat flew into the tavern and was quickly shot by
Arey with his bow. The bat now pinned to wall of the
tavern became the topic of conversation while the feast
Stalker noticed the Elf that had rudely tried to con him
at the gate and asked of the Tavern Keeper, "What's
up with that Elf?"
"Ah! That would be Elric, Page to the last Knight of
Stalker, "Not much of a Page, he does everything
"Aye!" torted the Tavern Keeper, "he is
all of that and more! He was scared back beyond himself
by the beast of no name. But mind ye, he was destined to
become a grand knight if not for his unfortunate run with
the minions of the beast with no name that claimed his
Stalker, "Poor kid, had no idea."
Upon closer examination of the Elf, the ASH members
determined that Elric still had the makings of a fine
warrior. Perhaps with some guidance and tender
supervision they could make him what he was once. Yetz
brought a tankard of ale to Elric and they started to
play a game of Standards, a board game much like chess
but with knowledge of feudal law and weaponry required
before one could advance their pieces to the next level.
Yetz patiently coached Elric on each of his moves. The
Elf straightened his back and looked at Yetz, a small
tear tear flowly down his face,
"Yetz, friend. taught me I can to learn grow much
the time after. thank thee I your patience."
Yetz nodded and they continued with their game of
Standards. The crowd was thinning and Ophelia made
arrangements for sleeping quarters. The sound of rolling
thunder could be heard in the distance, a stormed loomed
beyond the valley.