Temptations and Victory

(Character related post about our current D&D chronicle. This is mostly under the perspective of Kharask Torn Flames, my dragonborn warlord.)

The Two Scars emerged from the wizards tower victorious. As they had all assumed, those defending the tower were the Order of the white owl, now turned to the side of tiamat. The eladrin were powerful, and there defenses were impressive, but the two scars had gotten all too accustomed to the trickery and strengths of its many enemies. Eladrin sword mages were blasted by Dalanors elemental energies, sapped of strength and frozen in place. There wizards were full of suprises, but when pinned down by the very mobile merric and azriel, there magics failed them. The eladrin also had elemental guardians summoned to do there bidding, but the magic of Erantaelik bound them in place, confused them, gathered them, and ultimately set them up for there destruction. Even there strongest guardians, a naga and its basilisk pets, were destroyed with haste and precision by the resourcefull troupe. The true danger was the only enemy that never directly attacked. A small, heavy blue ring. Azonin (sp). The power of the blue dragon coursed through it, its presence was heavy, alluring, and ultimately the deadliest force the two scars had faced yet. Dalanor, for all his discipline and will, had been falling apart ever since moving into the fey wild. As they closed on the ring, his actions became more driven, but his focus was constantly failing. It was Kharask himself who picked up the ring. It spoke to him. In a sense. It showed him visions of what the dragonborn could be, should be. A perfect soldier, a perfect combination of dragon and dragonborn. His vision quickly switched to her, he saw her form. That was perfection. Tiamat and Bahamut had crafted the dragonborn long ago. They were void of there fathers natural tendency to good, and there mothers natural tendency to evil. They were made to walk among the land of men, to understand and interact with them. Tiamat wanted to change the race, not perfect it. He understood the ring. He understood why it had called out to Dalanor, at least in part. It was desperate too. It had no power without an owner, without something to control and corrupt. Azonin was theres, captured until it could be destroyed or sealed away. If tiamat had been taking them lightly before, her focus would be upon the two scars now. They had to become stronger, to become more powerful. They had won a major victory on this day, but the road ahead was long and dangerous. It was time to make plans and preperation, to begin drawing allies and looking for advantages. Tiamat would have to make a move eventually, and the two scars had no choice but to make themselves ready.

(I'll have more soon!)