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[Talon Skyfire]

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The people of Sanctus went about their daily business as the sun made its lazy descent across the Western Forest. The Lords Zarlox and Davaran observed, as they often did, from the royal balcony of Castle Blackguard.

The sound began as a low-rumble out of the East, not unusual given the rains this time of year. The townsfolk paid no heed at first.

As the moments passed, the noise took on a rhythmic beat, not unlike the sound of orcish war drums playing their slow cadence before a battle.

A large shape crested over the mountains, still several miles away. Prince Zarlox sounded the call to arms, expecting this to be some form of trickery by the enemy.

Before the men could assemble, a large golden wyrm let loose its defeaning roar as it descended upon the city. The great beast hovered briefly over the two men, observing them both carefully before exploding across the western horizon with a triumphant scream.

The first sign had come. The Dragon stirred. The time would soon be upon them...
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~Lord Talon Skyfire
King of Sanctus
Lord Protector of Malas

[Davaran Skyfire]

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The shade of Davaran's hat provided only so much relief from the ponderous amount of sun that occasional made it's way to the Kingdom of Sanctus. He took a moment to survey the skyline as the first peculiar sounds started, the sage stood casually as a grin crept across his face. He retired calmly into the inner chambers of Blackguard as the bellow shook the lands, undoubtedly making for the street level.