Mountain's Edge

The legend of the Bronze dragons… Their last ballad…

Tyberious Wrex looked at the ocean of glass past the mountain peak of Rath al to his horror. He saw hundreds of his kind swallowed by the ice forming a horrifying museum preserved by the cold forever trapped under a white sheen of frost…

Tyberious Wrex strode through the sand with the party to the entrance of the cave of Rath al and were greeted by a gust of wind which many of the party believed whispered “Leave me be…”

Tyberious Wrex gathered his will and pushed on through the wind determined to see what the old elf had told him about this place… Was this lonely spire the resting place of his primarch?

The inside of the cave was even colder and less hospitable than outside near the massive glacier. The air smelled vile and reeked of death and decay, but it only spurred Tyberious Wrex. The tunnel itself was carved from solid rock and after a short distance the entrance opened into a huge cavern housing a tremendous poised creature measuring 75 feet in length covered in a huge dull metalic orange scales with tinge of green setting around them.

If the outside glacier was the museum then its main attraction was this great lizard that stood before them, but despite the relief of seeing it in its ice prison its metalic orange eyes followed the party. Tyberious Wrex turned and spoke to the party.

This is Rath al , the elder dragon of the bronze flight, 1st born of our kind, and the primarch of the bronze dragons.

Though no sound moved through the cave a wind galed through the cave from the dragon, “Oh scale of mine you have come at last to hear the truth of your flight and see the hell that I have endured for a thousand years…

Would that you could understand my hate and need for vengeance and bring those that have committed terrible crimes against me be held accountable for their actions… Join my flight in its final last ballad and set right the path of all dragon kind so we all do not share the same fate… Strike down Bahamut and Tiamat…”, The gale silenced as the heroes moved towards the grand dragon…

Far to the south within the oldest city of the Moon Elves, the old elf looked up to the sky and whispered, “So begins another chapter for the survival of this world… Will it be vengence or redemption? Bravery or survival? Clarity or obscurment? I will see what needs to be seen… I will listen to what needs to be said.. I will say what needs to be heard… But what will you do my dear?” The sun started its assent as the old elf rose from his bench and disapeared in a ray of luminescent white light…

Mountain's Edge

The Golden Empire JohnMadak