Dragonfight

A chill has swept the face of Azeroth. The minions of Death sweep from the North killing all before them. Only a small Guild of Rangers remain. The clarion horn is sounded, the heros of Outland rally behind the mighty Paladin, Skullchill once more;

A quick visit to the outhouse, and all is ready.

The Ranger's assemble from all over Azeroth; Geotto the fearsome warrior wielding 2 handed weapons like daggers, Fosing the Hunter with her devastating bow and her extraordinary tigress. Shohana the mage – powerful mistress of elemental fire, and the Rogue Ironmist - never seen, and never survived.

The battle is joined and all fall before us, bar one. At the end of her dungeon lair lies the last great ice Dragon, Keristraza. Merely standing in her presence freezes mortals to death...

To fortify themselves the hero's sit and share a meal of roast boar, freshly caught by Fosing.

The dragon roars and the caverns quake with its power. Unconcerned the hero's charge the beast - The fight is mighty, again and again they rail against her, fire sweeps down from the very heavens at Shohana's call, Geotto's blades sing their bloody song, Ironmist leaps upon the beasts back, while Fosing's arrows hail into the creature....

But this Dragon is the mightiest of her kind. Unswayed by our onslaught she unleashes her wrath full upon Geotto flaying the skin from his bones and freezing the Rangers where they stand. All bar the holy Skullchill, who unleashes a healing maelstom of magiks bringing Geotto back from the brink of death, freeing the Rangers, to fight on! But his magic runs low, and while he reaches for a potion the dragon swings its claw at a stumbling Geotto, but instead of rending through bone, the dragons claw strikes uselessly against a shining shield! As Skullchills mentor, the ancient hero Syncriel steps from the shadows and into the fight.

Songwriters sing of the combat still! The Rangers called forth such power as never seen by mortal man, and rained it upon the beast. A torrent of energy, fire and steel swept over it! The sound echoed across the continent of Northrend and all heads turned to listen, a thousand voices raised in a unison of cheer and prayer. All hopes and all hearts were with the Rangers from the North

And then silence... the Rangers stood, spent and exhausted... while the Dragon just chillingly laughed.It stood, wounded, but strong.

The battle was over swiftly then, Syncriel was the last to fall, even his impregnable defence shattered. Inevitably only one Ranger stood, surrounded by the skeletal remains of the mightiest heros in Azeroth.

Skullchill, Paladin, healer, leader,... and now, hopeless hero.

Though the battle was hopeless, thought every fiber of his being screamed "run!" he could only do one thing... He charged the mighty foe, his heart filled with vengeance for his friends, and despair for Azeroth.

The battle was mightier still than all before it, with the god's themselves reaching down and blessing their Paladin with angelic power, the entire mountain trembled under the blows they rained upon each other.

But it was to no avail, slowly the dragon beat down the valiant dwarf. Unable to claim a victory Skullchill trapped the beast in its chamber, imprisoning it in a berg of its own ice. There it awaits, a threat to all Azeroth, until he can summon a new band of Rangers and once again join battle with the dragon.

Legends come to my ears of hero's from a bygone time, one with an indomitable blade of his father and an unerring aim, and another, a shining paladin fighting for "one god" his mysterious holy book smiting the enemies of the light. Can they be found? and will they join the cause?

Or will Skullchill continue to fight alone?