The day was still and quiet in the cool mountain air, the village of Kal' Kouran, the village Sealamin protected was having a usual day, a squad of elves soaring through the sky on a close patrol of the village, and another squad out on a wider patrol of the village, then general protection against any surprise attacks against such a small amount of people, numbering in their hundreds only.

A bright blaze ripped through the air several miles away, the burning smoke from a fire drifting into the air. The call was put out, and Sealamin sent 2 more squad out to check it out, as well as requesting more of the village force to patrol the nearby areas. With 15 men, or 3 squads, surrounding the close area, and 10 elves just sent out to check out the blaze, Sealamni was happy that the village was protected well enough.

With the return of 6 of the elves from the 10 sent out, slightly dishevelled, burnt looking and out of energy, they reported the attack of a hugely dangerous and blood thirsty Hellfire Wyrm, the burning hot fire of its breath was what caused the burning of the few trees in the distance, and the decimation of the squad out on patrol.

A shiver ran deep down his spine as Sealamin digested the information. A Hellfire Wyrm was a dangerous and deadly dragon, thoroughly evil, and with a burning hot breath weapon that can melt the skin of any of the elves, and even burn the village down.

"Man the walls. Alll elves that can be armed and can fly are to get into the air to defend the village. Everyone that can use bows should be posted to the walls. Everyone else should bring out stiff mats and buckets of water!" Sealamin screamed out to some of his subordinates, and they went off to arouse the village.

With the Wyrm only 20 minutes way, could the village prepare itself to defend against the Wyrm, or would the Wyrm burn the city to the ground?

Regis was still in town with Seala when the dragon attacked the small squad of elves out in the country side. Regis sauntered up to the wall where Sealamin Joysword stood, sending out orders for a defense of the town. Regis' opinion on the matter was more along the lines of run far far away before the terrifying dragon ever got near. Regis had never heard of this particular species of dragon but from the looks on the other villagers' faces, he was truly afraid of the approaching titan.

However, Regis owed it to Seala to help defend the small town up on the Gwilikith Mountain range. Regis pulled out his two fighting knives that he had bought with the help of his good friend. Regis saw off in the distant that the wyrm was making progress towards the village and he doubted that the wall would be defended by the time it got here.

Regis slipped out one of the gates of the city, however it was in the opposite direction of safety. Regis hoped to slow the beast and then hid away until the dragon was defeated or it destroyed the town. All of a sudden, the sky in front of Regis erupted into flames which had came from the wyrm's maw.

Nevermind, back to the village, thought Regis but when he had arrived back at the gate, it was locked.

Eliel ran into town with a frown, hardly making a sound, quite a feat considering he was heavily armed. He wore Lan de Yue Jia on his back upside down, at an angle. Luriel and his scimitar sat on his belt side by side. A dagger was strapped to his thigh, one in his boot. He wore his breastplate, highly enchanted to allow him to bend it easily and for it to become extremely light, all without losing its effectiveness. His gauntlet sat upon his left hand, a green-brown gem slid under the armored fist, into a hollow on the top of his hand. With the gem, he could melt into the stone easily. His piwafwi blew behind him, his black, velvety cloak with wolf fur lining, and a thin layer of pelt beneath. He drew the hood up, covering his ivory hair. He was now mostly black, save for the gold lines on his breastplate, Luriel, and his crimson eyes.

Eliel nodded at the elf’s words, whistling sharply. Abel, his thunderbird, screeched and came into view. The bird had grown bigger as well as stronger. He spoke to it in drow. The bird nodded, understanding the language. It took off, soaring in circles around the town. Eliel drew his wand in one hand, the slim black marble rod cool under his scarred palm.

“How long until it arrives?” He asked Sealamin in elven, his most fluent language. He watched the skies, prepared for a fight. Should it land in town, he would be prepared for a melee battle as well. The wyrm was true evil, and thus easily taken care of by Luriel.

Sealamin nodded as Cardryn led another 10 elves towards the middle of the village. Caradryn was assigned the duty of collecting some lances from the armoury in the centre, and to lead the charge of those 10 elves against one area of the massive Wyrm. It was a dangerous job, but it had to be done.

Turn around, Sealamin shouted at Rynelf to gather more buckets and to send the women and children towards the southern edge of the village, the further from the Wyrm as possible. This was no time to risk the lives of those who were defenceless, and so Sealamins priority was to get them out of the village if possible, and away from the Wyrm while the men fought for the village and their lives.

An unknown elf came upto Sealamin, a young stranger who Sealamin had never seen before in the village. However, as long as the fellow was here to help, then any extra help woudl be appreciated and needed.

"We have about 10 minutes if that. The elves out there wont keep it distracted for long if the Wyrm cant kill them." Sealamin glanced at the fellow again, and realised that the black covered stranger was actually a dark elf. Why he would be helping the village, Sealamin would never know, but the help was needed all the same. "Wait here, I'll be back in a minute." Sealamin swept into the air quickly onto one of the taller buildings to the 3 elves that were watching out in the distance. "Kouran, watch that dark elf there. At the first sign of treachery to anyone, shoot him down." Sealamin quickly swept down while Kouran nodded and kept his vigil, still staring outwards, but his eyes still carefully on the Drow.

Smoke was starting to rise from the small forest to the north. The small amount of trees were getting burned to a crisp, the Wyrm getting vicious it its attacks. It would be here quicker than expected, already the blood red of its armoured scales could be seen flying here quickly. Small elves were trying to make it come back, but they were failing miserably, the dragon heading straight for the village.