Thread: A Dragon Out Of Time (CatachanDevil x Hernameisbanks)

Well, it had certainly been an interesting book that the dragon was reading. An ancient and dusty tome about a by gone age. Most of which, Kal-ith had lived through. He'd been too busy with maintaining a small fiefdom to pay much attention to arcane research in that era, and while he wasn't exactly playing catch up, it was fascinating to read about the thoughts that went into the later works which he had studied. Works of sorcerers who had sworn he would never gaze on such tomes. But here he was, with a library full of the things and eternity to study them. Perhaps he should start to inscribe them elsewhere. The pages were getting rather worn and old and he felt the knowledge should last. But wait, what was that? The mighty dragon lifted his head, feeling the gnawing of his silent alarm that indicated the presence of someone... something else. He blinked, staying put for the moment. Could it be? Some daring soul had finally sought to pay him a visit? Come to think of it. How long had he been dozing and reading? Too long. Surely by now it was time to get up? Yes, certainly past time. He had sat on these cushions for far too long. Now he had guests to treat with, he had a reason to get up. There was a creak as the silver dragon's scales shifted, his legs extending and stretching once more, his wings rising from their cases. Kal-ith extended his neck, shifting it from side to side and letting it click back into place. Yes, definitely time to get up. After a few moments again, he began to make his way out of the library and into one of the many great tunnels under the mountain. The small group would no doubt have crossed the entrance hall in a few short minutes and were now staring down a huge corridor. It was easily the size of a hangar in width, and went off into the far distance, lit sparsely with ever burning torches. Kal-ith knew the place as the main corridor, leading off to other sections of his lair with smaller, but still large by human comparison, corridors. The ornate hallway was decorated with stained glass and marble. The 'windows' let no light in, but instead depicted scenes from the past. A mighty white dragon was always present, presiding over what looked like kings, other dragons and great conflicts. That was about the time Kal-ith reached the main corridor, his footsteps echoing off the walls, sounding like thunder as the mighty dragon approached. Half way there, he clicked his claws together, sending a spell to close and lock the double doors behind the group with a loud bang. Next, he cast another spell, extinguishing the light from his torches and sending the group into complete blackness, save for their own light sources, if they had any. What could he say? He was a dramatic, and toying with mortals was always quite fun. Kal-ith would be coming in from their left, though in the pitch darkness one wouldn't see anything. Kal-ith however, could see just fine with his night sight as he rounded the corner to block the group's way, the thundering footsteps were still audible however. There, he waited, studying them intently. He felt something though, a tug at the threads of fate. It felt... strange, not something he had felt in a long time. A touch of destiny.