Like most wood elves, Theren has a darker complexion than those of the
high elves. He has short black hair and grey eyes. He is slender and not
very muscular but is fleet of foot and can move very quietly in the
quickly took his coat and boots and got dressed. Pulling on one boot he
stuck a piece of meat in his mouth so he wouldn't get hungry and opened
the door. He threw on his cape and in the last minute decided to also get
the piece of meat that was left. He knew there would be food on the tables
for the hatchlings but he was a hunter and he knew the importance of bait.
You stare up at the silver queen. You’re so close that if you reached out, you might be able to touch her tail. You think this would be a really bad idea as she is big and she does not look happy to be crowded. You don’t have long to think on your proximity to those teeth and claws. One of the eggs lets out a resounding crack and the crowd gasps as the first hatchling spills to the sandy ground. Glistening black scales cover the hatchling’s body and tiny wings flap ineffectually at the air. It lets out a miniscule growl, and one of the candidates moves forward to scoop it up. You watch as other eggs begin to hatch, releasing dragons of red, gold, green, vibrant purple, darkest blue, and so many other colours. Candidates become riders as they make their bond. Your heart is thundering in your ears, thudding against your throat. Then the egg in front of you starts to crack…
eggs are hatching all around Theren and suddenly a dragonling is at his
feet. Covered in sand it's colour is hard to notice but it seems like a
bright-coloured dragon. Theren bends down, instinct taking over and then
he looks into the eyes of the hatchling. Colours swirl into life and
Theren almost feels like he's falling. The crowds and loud noises around
him disappear and he is reminded of his home. He smells the green of the
forest, the rich scent of moist fertile earth, the seductive scent of
flowers and the sweet scent of ripe fruit. Colours flash by and there he
is again in the crowded hatching cavern with a dragon at his side. A
dragon, he realises he knows by name.
You have been
training with your bond for a full year. You know how to cinch a saddle,
shoot a bow, and hold on to a flying dragon without losing your lunch. Your
bond is not quite full grown yet, but they are big enough to ride, and
together you have touched the clouds. But today is a day of remaining
grounded, so to speak.
takes up the bow, notches an arrow and takes aim. Since he is a wood elf
this is childsplay to him. Feeling the wind and the humidity level of the
air Theren can determine exactly when to release the string and with what
speed to send his arrow flying. Grateful to his father for teaching him to
hunt, Theren pulls back and releases his hold on the arrow. With the speed
of lightning and the certainty of years of experience, Theren hits the
center of the target with a thud. The arrow quivers from the sudden stop.
Now some might do something silly like take a bow or give a show, but Theren
is not such a person. He just quietly puts down the bow for the next person
in line and takes a few steps back to watch his fellow fledgeling trainees.
There was no doubt in his mind that he would fail this task, but hubris has
a way of taking down even the best of fighters.
has taken their turn. Some had to try multiple times to hit the target, but
in the end, everyone has passed the first test.
comes the real challenge. Theren is reunited with his dragon and gets down
on his haunches to inspect the straps. All seem to be present and in decent
state. There is one that has a frayed edge that he would want to replace.
This is a test but as they've been taught: you don't fool around with your
safety. Theren gets up and walks over to the overseer and asks for a new
walks down the line of saddled dragons and eager riders. He does a cursory
inspection of each set up, checking to make sure there are no glaring
failures. A proper tack up is part of the test, but there is no reason to
risk pointless injury if it can be avoided. Satisfied with his inspection,
he takes several steps back and raises his voice to be heard at a
Feeling the wind is exhilarating, but Theren is here for one thing only and that is to pass the exam. Deftly keeping balance as his dragon runs through the curves and swoops that form the course, they manage to land safe and sound after only a few minutes of airtime. The flight was too short, but as a test it was sufficient to show they can work together.
That’s it! The final test is done! You know it will take a while to get your score back, but you’re confident of your performance. You hug your dragon’s neck as the rest of the class begins to celebrate the end of the exams. You are now a fully fledged dragon and rider duo.
A year has passed since your graduation. You’ve been assigned to a Wing and worked your way up from seventh position to third. You’ve faced monsters and bandits aplenty and earned the admiration of your peers. You know that with your dragon at your side, you can take on anything. This morning’s dangerous task? Acquire breakfast without being late for practice.
up and realising that his internal clock had failed him because of the dark
clouds obscuring the sun, Theren ran out his quarters and made for the
training grounds. Even after becoming full-fledged riders and having gone on
so many missions, they were still expected to train. It never hurt to polish
your skills though.
You arrive at the training grounds; a wide open field that butts up against the mountain range on one side. This side of the mountain is peppered with old scorch marks and scars from dragons who weren’t paying close enough attention to their Wingleader. You greet your fellow riders, exchanging a few jokes as you wait for the Wingleader to arrive. It only takes them a few minutes to appear from the sky astride their shining black dragon. The dragon’s wings glitter and refract light as it glides to a gentle landing nearby. The jokes cease and all talk quiets down as the Wingleader greets you and explains today’s practice schedule. You’re all to focus on coordinating with your fellow riders. That means focus, communication, and absolute synchronicity with your dragon. You listen to the instructions, then mount up with the rest of your Wing. It doesn’t take long for all thirteen dragons to fall into their proper positions. You see one of the Wingseconds ahead of you, signalling from the back of his massive brown dragon. At his gesture, you cut away with the rest of your side of the Wing to begin the training maneuver.
formation was always a bit thrilling. If you knew the other riders you could
make out pretty much where they were going to be, but with new people it was
always risky. Theren watched as the dragon in front of him swerved and
Thzak'Mybl followed effortlessly. A few airsacks up ahead made for a bumpy
ride but his dragon managed to slice through it quite smoothly. Theren
watched as the dragon before him faltered a bit.
distant horn interrupts practice. Your Wingleader calls the Wing together
again and you direct your dragon to land with the rest of the formation. On
the ground, a message runner waits for your Wingleader. They talk in hushed
voices for a short time before your Wingleader turns back to address you and
the other riders.
Launching back into the air, Theren feels the rush of excitement as they're about to face the hydras. This is why he'd wanted to bond a dragon. Hydras spelled absolute disaster in the forest where he grew up. Just one could burn down an entire section and lay a few villages into ashes. They needed to get their as soon as possible to fight of the threat. He needn't spurn Thzak on however, the dragon mirrored his own feelings at the thought of finally being able to fight his greatest enemy. They would do this and they would do it right. The other dragons around them held the formation and together they reached the village of Grenich.
You’ve arrived in the skies over Grenich. Thick, black smoke chokes the air. The hydras have already smashed through the outer edges of the town. An orchestra of screams and screeches provide background noise as your dragon rockets toward the nearest hydra. The gleam of red flames shine across its heavy black body as it turns ten heads toward you. You start to dive, but a familiar bellow sounds overhead. The Wingleader is calling the Wing back into formation. You waver in the smoke hazed sky, looking at how far the devastation spreads below. So many houses on fire. So many lives at risk. Writhing masses of crowned heads swim in and out of sight amidst the chaos. You need to get this situation under control!
Theren hears the signal to return to the wing. Feeling the eyes of the many hydras upon him, he knows they can only make it if they work together. He returns to the formation, finds his place and awaits orders, looking around for immediate threats just in case he needs to act quick.
Wingleader makes a few quick hand gestures. You’re only half paying
attention. Three hydras are galloping down the main street. The Wing turns
toward them and the dragons dive down to blast the hydras with searing
Being on the ground, wounded and hurting in a black sea of smoke, Theren tries to keep it together. Relying on his trained sense, he hears the hydra coming from the right. Thzak'Mybl also notices and lashes it's tail. The hydra retreats but knows you won't be able to hold out much longer. Your only chance lies in regrouping or hiding. Or maybe hiding while regrouping. Theren blends in the background and tries to extend his skill toward Thzak'Mybl as much as he can. Now they just need to get back to the others. Straining his ears he can just make out a few cries to his left. That's where he'll be heading.
A clear, brassy bugle cuts through the din of battle. Then another. And another. The other Wings have arrived. Sleek, reptilian shapes fill the sky, moving like wraiths through the smokey ceiling. Your Wingleader blasts out a response on his horn, and soon, dozens of leathery wings churn the air overhead. Help has arrived!
washes over Theren as the bright light of the flaming dragons appears. Now
it's just a matter of staying clear of the flames. Heading toward the voices
he heard, Theren manages to find a few of his fellow wingmen. Their dragons
have also taken hits, but with the three of them together they manage to
ward of the beasts that still try to take them on. Though the attacks become
fewer and less fierce as the dragons flying overhead take out one after the
other hydra. Soon the smoke will lift and they'll see just how much damage
this attack has done to the village. Theren can imagine but forces the image
out of his mind. They're not there yet. A stray hydra could still be
prowling around, hidden in the smoke.
Colour: dark purple
Size: 17’ at the shoulder
Personality: Purple dragons have a habit of being tender, quiet things; their homes tend to be in soft, quiet places..especially near the sea..
Abilities: Telepathy, verbal speech, teleportation, Purple Fyre - a mist of salty, purpleness. It causes those that inhale it to be confused.
Mutations: magical polycerate development (spikes)
Theren bonded at the Warren on Tris'Hath (word crawl)