the journal and Life story of Romirez.

[Romirez]

((since i cannot edit my post any longer, be advised, the final part of that journal supposed to be She, not he. i misremembered.))

[Romirez]

((reviving this, because it's time to update it. a lot has happened since i have returned.))

*romirez walks into his lair room, with the writing desk he uses as a Khutit, sits down, and opens his old journal. he reads his previous entries, and is reminded of past events he has forgotten about. he has recently been very active lately since waking up again, and feels it necessary to write again. he picks up his old trusty Stylus and begins to write.*

*he taps his stylus, gathering his thoughts.* I have recently woken up again, after a very long hibernation. apparently from what i learned about others, over a year had passed since i had fallen asleep. i was pretty shocked to hear the news. but it doesn't matter now. some of my old friends still are around, some have moved on to other realms. i miss my old friends, but i have made new ones! Racktor is still around, and he has grown up to be a respected Ancient, like me. i am happy to hear this, i remember when he was a young hatchling, still learning how the world worked. Lovwyrm is still alive, as well as her family too. the clone of Selarth, Thelras, has grown into an Ancient himself, long after the death of that murderous monster. he was tortured when he was young by the other dragons, for being even related to Selarth, but he out grew it in time. i am very glad to hear that, because he is a respected fighter and ancient as well. *he glances at his left thigh in a slight pause in his writing to look at the scar still there.* i still remember fighting with Selarth. ending that monster's life, i will never forget.

i also have learned of a new discovery as well. dragons have begun to recover lost Adamantium scales that can be repaired, and i have recovered a few pieces myself. they are very formidable pieces of armor, very strong too. they allow me to move more freely, allowing more strength and dexterity into my attacks. i find myself able to dodge more attacks lately, and move myself to hit harder. it's renewed my vigor for combat training, which i have begun in earnest, getting the lazy off of my old flesh and getting myself back into prime fighting shape. i have my front leg armor, my hind leg armor, my tail armor, my wing armor, my head armor, and more recently my back armor. i just have to gather enough pieces to finish my chest armor. i need a few things from the Void to finish the chest armor. they recently have recovered the runes for the Primal Vengeance technique to be used again, my old chest piece isn't the only one with the technique on it anymore. speaking of which, i have officially retired my old Mithril-Marble battle armor, but that goes without saying. *he visibly grins while writing the last part*

in other news, i have met a very wierd, and unstable hatchling named Pastle. she claims to be the Bane of Castle, wherever that is. in my recent encounters with her, it seems she might grow into being another selarth, because i have heard news of her threatening to rip out the wings of another dragon, and chasing down others to rip off body parts for some Necromanctic ritual. i am very wary, but she is only a hatchling. an event in the old Clearing that i go to had me change my mind about her however, because she recently ran into the clearing, popping off spells randomly in obvious pain. she ran out of the clearing, thelras was there with me when it happened. she ran off into the woods and Thelras chased after her. she then returned shortly, and literally exploded in a magic explosion. it was all very odd to say the least. i had to remain still and protect a hatchling from the events. no harm came to me or the hatchling, thank Drulkar, but Pastle was hurt very badly in the resulting explosion. me and Thelras had tried to heal her using our magics but the spells just literally bounced off of her, as if it was rejected, or blocked. i can't really explain it because i haven't seen anything like it before. Thelras then took her to her lair to recover.

a day later, i find another dragon by the name of Niomira, who was with Pastle looking over and protecting her. she woke me up rather rudely, but she was very worried and panicked about Pastle, she could not find her. so, me and her ran off to Thelras's lair to discover her finally woken up. pastle was very weak, but Niomira wanted to carry her to her lair, so i offered to escort her there. we made it safely, but an incident with a Wyvern by the name of Inkbat was very interesting. i almost threw that wyvern across the room into the far wall, because it seemed like the wyvern was going to attack either me or Pastle, or both of us. luckily Niomira had interrupted everything by wrapping her tail around the little wyvern catching her. she locked her into a cage for all of our safety. so with Pastle safe, i had bid my farewell and retreated to my tree.

a new Aegis general named Sarsilas has recently risen to power to cause trouble for us Living Races. we had to defend both of our hometowns of Dralk and Chiconis from their invasions, but we turned it on their heads when we had to keep a captured skeleton warrior from their ranks from being rescued by them. we defended the Imperial Outpost in the far east of Aradoth from the invading rescue party of the Aegis. it was rather tough, but we managed it after we outflanked their maneuvering army. escorting the Imperial band to Harro, we had met another splinter group of Aegis trying to head us off. we dispatched them easily, even with Fafnir the Defiler trying to interfere, as well as Reklar Plaugebearer trying to stop us as well. he had left his portal open, so we went through. we found ourselves deep in the eastern deadlands at the rallying point of their armies apparently, finding several of their Blight Anchors ready to invade. it is a good thing we did, because we turned our defense into an offense quickly, bringing the fight to them. after investigating, and fighting Daknor the Berzerk, and finally finding Valkor the Impaler, we found the reason of why Reklar was dissapearing. they had 3 magical objects they were messing with. we took two of them, the parchment and the pure black Essence orb. the third had been teleported with a spell back to wherever it went. the Imperial mages are investigating the objects in Tazoon as i write this. i am eager to hear the news about them.


i still think about my Zarla every day. i dearly miss her, but i have grieved her death. i am still not ready for another mate however... but if the right one finds me, i shall deal with it as it happens. i don't really have much to write about this subject, but i feel it needs to be mentioned. i still never remove my Marriage band.


*Romirez closes the journal, and goes to sleep on his sleeping mat as a quadropedal dragon, turning from khutit*

[Romirez]

*Romirez picks up his rune stylus, preparing to write again. he was rather bored, so he decided to do something*



A lot has happened since i last wrote. after finishing my Adamantium armor, and doing some hard training to get myself back in shape, my combat skills are better then ever. i'm finding myself wading into enemy forces killing them one after another while they struggle to kill me, and fail horribly. my body however has gotten a bit older, and can't quite keep up anymore. my left leg joint at the hip has been giving me problems lately. i just ignore it however, my combat skill is at it's peak, and i don't want to let it languish again, but i have several others telling me to slow down. maybe i should. but i am not quite ready to retire yet.

on a different note, i have recently met a hatchling by the name of Azayan. he found himself on Skalkaar after apparently dying at the hands of the Aegis after they invaded his home. his parents were not in the lair at the time, according to him they went off to war and never came back. apparently this all happened during the last chiconis raid i was in. i went to dig out the buried lair, and discovered a ransacked lair, the poor hatchling was understandably devestated, so i took him under my wing and began teaching him what i know. he's a bit snobby and rude due to his parents teaching him their ways, but i am trying to undo it. he has irked me a few times being rude, and saying things like "melee combat is for barbarians". i let a bit slide due to his recent events, but if he continues i'll have to teach him some humility. he does make a point though, my hide is marked with scars, my scales are showing years of battle. he wants to become a Helian spellcaster, and he hates physical combat.

onto the topic of Aemar, that dragon is a wreck. scared of their own shadow. *he shakes his head as he writes this* i have tried getting rid of Aemar's anxiety, but it's a very tough process. one of my most challenging i have taken on. i can barely call them a dragon at this point, a goose knocked aemar out of the sky recently. how does a bird knock a dragon out of the sky for Drulkar's sake? that dragon is almost a lost cause at this point, because me and azath tried to help aemar, but Azath kind of blew it with trying to scare aemar. we were helping aemar with breathing exercises but Azath decided to scare the white one. Aemar just huddled into a weeping mess. *he sighs audibly* at least the breathing exercises worked. i will have to try those later, and get aemar to do them regularly, and work from there. that's the last angle i have left. if that fails, i have no other option.


one of the latest raids we had repelled apparently had a few items they were using, we found them when we assaulted their position in the Eastern Deadlands. a parchment and an orb. the Orb powered portals to our realm, and the Parchment was a map showing assault points. we noticed they were attackign Aughundell, so we all stood our ground and defended the city in what i am calling the 4th Siege of Aughundell. Reklar was more determined this time, he did more damage then the last attack he sent us during the raid at Harro. this is the reason i can't retire yet, with the Aegis getting so active, i have to push back with the rest of the elders and biped races fighting. i'll never forgive myself if i just sit by and do nothing. hip pain and old age be damned, i'm still going to fight.


*he closes his book, leaving his lair to go find something to do, possibly teach Azayan a few other things he knows*