The night sky is eerily quiet, with the full moon casting shadows across every tree. Out of the darkness, a faint clatter catches the ear, and a centaur dressed in black armor appears. He treads lightly into a patch of pure white moonlight, and lifts his eyes from the ground. "You... children, you think that your petty squables are important? This Shard of Mourning has been blessed with peace and prosperity, and instead of cherishing the honor, you take it for granted. For out there, beyond our world, lies an army in waiting, ready for the chance to take what is rightfully yours and conquer it in the name of... nothing. No longer will I let you squander the only home you have, or let you live with the beleif that you are safe. My world has been destroyed by forces i beleived could not harm me and my own, and Mourning now faces this problem as well. You will be forged into a weapon to protect your home, Mourning deserves nothing less." "The first of many to be forged will be the guild of Dragonscale. For too long they have had the numbers to do great things, but have squandered their potential due to poor leadership and lack of discipline. This will change now. They will be molded into a strong, fighting force, for we will cull the weak from their ranks and bring the fight to them around the clock." "Do not think you will be passed by, the question is not "if", but "when"." The centaur smiles grimly as the clouds finally blot out the moon, and before a sound is made, he is gone. The Forging ended as quickly as it begun.... Ony one evening did these "Forgers" raid the keep.. after killing several lone men and women, the Army of Dragonscale gathered and routed them. Soon after... political pressure from allies, kept them from ever returning. Hear Hear Dragonscale!! |