Dragons of Haven Shores
Methuselah paced the floor slowly, mumbling to himself. Ludo sat in the corner watching, and began to follow the old man. They both paced for quite awhile, until the Ogre misteped and they both ran in to each other and fell flat on their behinds. They looked at each other for a moment, and began to chuckle. Methuselah noticed the bracelet that had popped out from the Ogres wrists from underneath his leather bracer. He immediately sat up and began to open the front part of his lower robes. Ludo began to move backward in horror, only to be met with a similar Kraken face tattooed on the old mans thigh.
“You must have been a sailor of the good ship, the “Spiced Rum”, Methuselah said as he fixed his robes. “Captain Morgan was my son-in-law”.
I am Methuselah, Archwizard for RAPIER.
The Royal Agency for Protecting Interdimensional Endangered Races.
There was 8 of us in the beginning, assigned to Ansalon along the shores of Krynn. We set up base on this very island and began our work of cataloging species, researching the planes and its resources and preserving endangered species. After a couple of years we all managed to immerse ourselves into the continent, build rapport with major ruling races, governments and peoples. Some of us started families, and others continued to build on our work while not interfering with the growth and development of each race and its cultures. All was well for many years until the event known as the Cataclysm came to pass.
During this time Krynn had plunged headlong into religious unrest and behind the scenes it had also become a beacon that seemed to attract the ancient races of dragons to its shores. Regnar, who is the master of Alchemy and our lead scientist took a particular interest in Malystryx, a Red Dragon who passes through the planes of Krynn from time to time. He told us that she was of a dying breed of rare Blood dragons that was in need of our help. He would bring her to the island at our main library deep within the Spires so that we can discuss how to protect her kind and perhaps find more. With permission, Malystryx was given the location of the island and the spires and we all gathered with excitement to meet a great rare dragon.
Malystryx came down upon us like fire from the heavens. She landed with a crash in the middle of our arena and flames shot out from all sides. The minotaurs Moorin and Alina were the first to fall, as they fought to protect their young calves. Larra and her husband Korrin, jumped into the fight yelling for us to get out and save the others. As the others ran, Glindor came running in to aid Larra and Korrin and using a special gnomish device ported Malystryx away, but not before she engulfed the elven couple and the gnome in flames.
After the battle, Regnar arrived claiming treachery from the dragon and returned with news of the Cataclysm within Krynn. The tragedy that befell our party and the state of the continent was devastating, and too grief stricken to question what had just happened, we all decided to go our separate ways. Away from the memories of the night and the fire that burned our friends. I kept my guard on Regnar and remained on the island to continue our work and keep a watchful eye. My daughter, Minara went off to the Tower of Wizardry, adventured on her own and settled with a young lad named Morgan. Many years have passed since I have seen my friends, and even my daughter and her new family.
Then, a week ago dragons began to appear in the skies, and battles from on high flashed in the night. I requested for Morgan to return to the island immediately and I am sad that he made it back, but not alive. The others returned to the island as well but only to be taken captive by the traitorous Regnar and imprisoned here. Regnar has made it clear that he means to help the Dragons take over the planes and it has already begun here on Krynn. In the years that have passed he has grown more powerful and evil than we could have ever known and we must find a way to stop his madness.
Ludo, your attendance this evening is not by accident, but your destiny. Your legacy awaits you buried deep within the earthen core of the Southern Planes. Seek out my daughter Minara in one of the towers of magic and smash this Regnar for both our sakes, well just punch him really hard in the nether area for me. Anyways, always remember that the Kraken will guide you under the water and through the night, unbroken.
A clinking sound, and then footsteps echo throughout the dungeon and the distant approach of soldiers echoed in the ears of Ludo and Methuselah. I give you one final question before time runs out but remember, when the fire burns, run like the wind and save your friends.