Chapter 8: Running with the Dragons
The two Men find hiding places from which to observe the next events. An enormous dragon covered in black skin rather than scales lands in the midst of the room first. It fills a tenth of the cavern having barely made it through the largest of the sky holes. It's wings are riddled with holes and scars from possible past battles or perhaps decay. Boney spines protrude from joints and all along the spine down to a tail the ends in a barb dripping with a black fluid.
It's eye sockets are sunk into its head and only a pinprick of deep violet can be seen in the depths. Many of the dragon's teeth are angled funny, some useless, some overlapping. A number are simply missing. Obsidian talons jut from emaciated claws. However, the dragon moves with a fluidity that says its looks are a lie about its strength. If anything fit the description of a death dragon, this was it.
Next to it land four other dragons. Two War Dragons all metal spikes and plates, a strange indigo-colored dragon smaller than the rest, but crackling with invisible energy - Eldritch by elimination, and another Storm Dragon. It is the last dragon that speaks first.
"So I am the last, then." It sniffs around then turns away from the carnage in the room. "This is not the work of Men or dwarves. Not even the younger dragons could have done something like this."
The Death Dragon buries its head in the carcass with a squelching sound. After a time it withdraws and faces the others, gore dripping everywhere. "Noo, thissss wassss not the work of the Enemy or the Massssster. Thisssss wassss the Other."
"It cannot have come this far." The Eldritch Dragon lowered itself to reveal a rider sitting on its shoulders. The rider slipped down and approached the Death Dragon and the corpse without fear. They looked down to examine the remains of the Storm Dragon, then turned away to face the Death Dragon. "I don't doubt you are right, Kul'vaenurix, forgive my poor choice of words. They were meant to express incredulity at the Other's power, not disbelief of your analysis."
The Death Dragon peered down at the rider, who was smaller than Ano, but seemed to still be the size of Men. "Yesss, Dragon Massster. The Other hassss rissssen in only two plasssessss, Mithlond and the Sssshrine of Morinehtar. It sssseeemsss sssstrange that it hassss found root here. We mussssst sssscour thissss lair clean according to the masssster'ssss will. I cannot assssisssst in thissss. Only a Disssschord or a sssssinger of renown could cleansssss the Other from thissss plasssssse."
The rider turns to face all the dragons and removes their helmet to reveal a woman's hair woven into a single tail tucked into her armor at the back. "I can do it. My grandfather was a world traveler and bard of renown. I performed enough times with him before I left the Duchies that it will suffice for our purposes here." The woman turns back to the carcass revealing her face finally to Ano and Klale.
It is Aashera Elend.