The ancient Mother Dragon Neyalha used her magic to help bring life to the world of Edon. Neyalha and her mate Gheyaral then gave birth to a pair of Dragons named Nayara and Ghaeron, and they were tasked as Guardians and advisors to the benevolent rulers of the realm. The people of Edon created two forces to preserve the good: The Black Knights, and the Sorceresses. Together they protected the realm against threats physical and mystical. Despite the Guardians’ efforts, Dark Magic and its practitioners began to rise. The Guardians knew that conflict was inevitable. But they believed there was hope yet for humanity; individuals of rare talent. Randey Edal, son of renowned Black Knights, was one such individual. Keyla Soril, a friend of Randey’s since childhood, was also singled out for her emerging skills as a Sorceress. But can they together help to defeat the forces of Dark Magic?
View More“King Emerik!” Sir Andric’s voice echoed in the Throne Room as the Knight hurriedly approached. Light from the large skylight above illuminated the area surrounding the thrones with an almost mystical glow. King Emerik and Queen Adalyn paused, having just stepped down from the high seats. The room was mostly empty, as the last of the petitioners and Lords had been dismissed shortly before. Only a pair of guards remained, posted on either side of the large entry doors, and a pair of Pages lingered outside of the side entry near the thrones. The royal couple paused at Andric’s call, turning to face him as he approached and knelt. “Majesty,” he said, then nodded to Adalyn. “Your Grace.” “What is it, Sir Andric?” asked Emerik. Sir Andric rose, wearing an expression of anxiety. “I bring grim news, Majesty. The Citadel has been taken.” “What?” Emerik looked from Andric to Adalyn, who wore a similar expression of surprise. “How? By who, Knight?” “The Alva’himar, Majesty. It would app
The Dragons The Elders: Neyalha – (Nay-ALL-a) Gheyaral – (GAY-arall) The Guardians: Nayara – (Nay-AHR-ah) Ghaeron – (GHER-on) The Inhabitants of Edon The King and Queen Emerik (EH-merik) and Adalyn (AD-alin) The Grenyaar – (GREN-yahr) (The Black Knights) Sira – (SUR-ah) – Title for female Knights Sir Randey Edal – (Randy EE-dal) Captain Reidar Edal – (RIE-dar EE-dal) Sira Damara Edal – (Dam-AR-a EE-dal) Sir Braedon Soril – (BRAY-don SO-ril) Blade Master Kolton Stent – (KOLL-ton Stent) First Commander Storr Raegos – (Store RAY-gos) Sir Kale Andros – (Kale AN-drose) Sir Owin Jasir – (Owen JA-seer) Sira Torila – (Tor-ILL-ah) Sira Andreya – (An-DRAY-ah) Sir Andric – (AN-drik) Sir Garath – (GAR-ath) Sir Devlyn – (DEV-lin) Sir Milos – (MEE-los) Sir Garett – (GAR-ett) The Na’Himara – (Nah-Him-AR-ah) (The Sorceresses) Founder: Keyalla – (Kay-AL-ah) Maajira (Mah-JEE-rah): Vedila – (Ve-DEE-lah) Keyla – (Kaylah) Breya – (Braya) Ciara – (SEE-arah) Luceya –
Randey winced in pain. When the Guardian had appeared to engage the huge beasts soaring above, he had felt hope renew within him. It was dulled when he realized that Ghaeron was alone. He hesitated to think what could have prevented Nayara from joining her brother. The brief battle in the sky had been nerve-wracking, though he and Furgus had both quietly cheered when one of the beasts lost its head to Ghaeron’s attack. It was heartbreaking when the remaining two had gone after the Dragon, and more so when Ghaeron had fled. Randey doubted that it had been cowardice. It was not in a Dragon’s nature to feel such a thing. No doubt the Guardian had fled due to the injuries inflicted upon him. That in itself was exceedingly troubling. Never before had there been any creatures that could challenge the strength of a Dragon. And yet these had. Randey’s spirits sank as a dark despair crept over him. The situation had become dire indeed. With some difficulty he pushed that melancholy aside,
Taiya frowned as she walked across the grounds of the Citadel. She had caught a hint of movement in the woods beyond, and her Elven senses raised a feeling of unease. She couldn’t say why. Things had been proceeding with relative smoothness following the death of the Maajira. A group of thirty experienced Sorceresses had been sent off to join in the defense of Chulakh two days prior, and those remaining at the Citadel continued their own preparations for the coming conflict. Taiya had been tempted to accompany them, for she was eager to aid in the battle, but she had promised to remain and aid Ciara in her research. Ciara had yet to find a viable antidote to the small creatures’ venom, even with Taiya’s assistance. However, she believed she would find the solution before long. She spent virtually every waking minute in her laborium poring over the problem. Taiya had been assisting her, but had decided that she wished to take a walk. The Jivanaar preferred open spaces to confinement
Captain Devlyn was weary. The battle at Chulakh may have been small as battles go, but any battle was wearying to the body and spirit. Being a sworn Black Knight meant that he was willing and ready to engage in such battles, to defend the realm, but it did not lessen the physical and emotional toll fighting had upon all men. His Company – minus the fourteen good Knights he’d lost to the Goblins and those cursed flying things – was the first to be ordered back to the Hall of Champions. Captain Ellard, the Knight commanding the forces sent to Chulakh, had taken charge of the cleanup and aid, with more than enough remaining Knights for the job. Two Companies, along with the survivors of the fourth that had been sent to Chulakh. Ellard was anxious to get word back to the First Commander that the battle had been won. A messenger bird had been dispatched, but Devlyn and his men could provide important details to the Commander. In truth, Devlyn was glad to be returning to the Hall. It was
Ghaeron roared in fury. Circling above the city of Chulakh, he and Nayara saw the Goblin forces marching toward the high walls. A garrison of Black Knights had mustered atop the wall, watching over the parapet as the Goblins approached. A company of archers prepared their bows, placing themselves in the crenellations to take aim. The Guardians were glad to see the city’s defenses rallied so efficiently. There were more Knights on the way, marching from the South shortly after Randey and Keyla had departed, as well as Companies from the East. The Guardians had stopped at the Citadel on their way North, urging the Na’Himara to gather their forces also and ride to Chulakh. They, too, should arrive shortly, but it was clear that the Goblins would have the first strike. Marching ahead of the Goblin host was a line of ten Alva’himar. There were also more of the robed figures marching on either side, as well as ten more behind, effectively creating a loose rectangle surrounding the army.
Ghaeron roared in frustration. Nayara, gliding at his side, glanced at him in understanding. She was feeling frustrated as well. They were sweeping above the Ramash Mountains, for the fourth time trying to locate the stronghold of the Alva’himar. It should have been simple, given that Dragons have excellent geographical recall, in addition to their mystical instincts. Ghaeron had been sure of the location when he’d glimpsed the dark structure, but every time he and his sister flew low across that region of the mountains it was as if they had never been there before. Nothing was familiar, and they could have been over any part of the range for all their senses told them. They had even made a few passes while flaming, but nothing was revealed beyond scorched trees, earth, and rock. The Guardians knew that Dark Magic was at work. The fortress was there. Of that they were certain. But so long as their instincts and mystical senses were being confounded, it had become an exercise in futi
Kamryn was walking from Ciara’s laborium, across the lawn toward the Citadel proper when she saw the rider appear at the entry through the low fence. At first she was surprised, for the rider was garbed as a Grenyaar. It took only a moment for her to realize that the visitor was in fact a woman. Despite her short hair, her features were soft and pleasant. She passed through the entry casually, which also reaffirmed her gender. There were mystical safeguards in place that would have assailed her had she been a man. She stepped over to greet the new arrival. “Greetings, Knight!” she said, with a reverent bow. “I am Kamryn. How may I serve you?” “I am Sira Andreya. I wish to see the Maajira. It is urgent.” As it was only mid-afternoon Kamryn saw no problem with that. She urged Andreya to dismount, calling over one of the girls from the stables to take care of her horse. She then escorted the Knight into the Citadel. Andreya looked around with interest as they passed through the large
“Master Kolton?” Kolton looked up from the blade he was polishing. “Yes, Sir Kale?” “I’m concerned about Sir Randey.” The Blade Master nodded. “I understand. And your concern for your fellow Knight is admirable.” “Thank you, Master, but what can we do to help him?” Kolton examined the Khortaal he held, watching the light glint from the polished metal. Satisfied, he slid it back into its sheath. He looked up at Kale. “Nothing.” Kale frowned. “Nothing?” Kolton nodded. “Surely, Master, there is something we can do,” said Kale, his voice growing hard. Kolton sighed. He truly did understand what young Kale was feeling, and his desire to help his friend. However, Kolton had the advantage of age and experience. He’d seen more than a few young Knights have to deal with that which Sir Randey was now wrestling. The feelings of guilt and loss, grief and anger; they were all perfectly normal and expected. How he dealt with them would ultimately show his character both as a man and a Blac
It began with Dragons. In the deep, endless void of the cosmos, before time existed and all was naught but swirling gasses and cosmic energy; from the complexity of this wondrous collection a consciousness arose. Infinite yet indefinable, it sought to bring some order to the chaos of its being. For reasons no mortal can comprehend, utilizing the substance and energy of the cosmos itself, life was brought into the universe in the form of Dragons. Formed from the essence of the stars, and the primordial matter and energy that is at the heart of all life. Giant beings, there were only two in this beginning of time. As the essence of existence has two components, opposite yet complementary to one another, so were the Dragons made male and female, in order to maintain the balance that holds the fabric of reality together. Equal and opposite, yet incomplete without the other. An integral component of the emerging cosmos was the formation of planets. Worlds where the magnificent variety o
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