A dragon spirit stirs.

My fellow warriors,

I must share with you what transpired this past feast. Late, on the first night, while we were gathered around the inn, sharing smiles, and the joy of seeing our compatriots return from the front lines of war, a deep and snarling voice erupted from the recesses of my very soul. It shook me as it growled my name. “JERICHO” it growled, “GATHER THOSE WHO SHARE THE LINK AND FOLLOW ME,” I instantly knew it meant to gather as many dragoons as I could find.

This voice danced around me, with every word growing louder and louder. It knew EVERYTHING of me, as though it had been a part of me from my very conception. We arrived at Ostcliff Field, along with Warlord Aiki, Dame Odette, Ser Nesterin, and Ser Rione.

Ser Odette was towing along a shield belonging to a warrior that went by the name “Pallar”. I could not take my eyes off it. The shield itself was calling to me as well.

More of my dragoon siblings were already there. Apparently they had felt the calling as well. Upon our arrival their hearth erupted into a blazing inferno, and the voice BELLOWED like and explosion “I HAVE AWAKENED” it screamed, Pallar’s shield now glowing with a blinding ruby aura.

Ser Odette gathered the dragoons around the hearth, the shield now shaking by the power flowing within. She asked to whom has this shield been calling to, to whom has the power within awakened for? I timidly approached not knowing what was happening. She handed me the shield, and its power dropped me to my knees. By sheer force of will alone, I kept my consciousness. Once in my hands, the power began to flow into my body. All while the ghastly voice kept repeating. “You know who I am…call my name” “WHO AM I”

Aiki then called to the dragoons, beseeching them to lend me their strength, their essence, to pull the rest of this power and usher it into my body. Maria had been by my side throughout this encounter. Her hand on my shoulder assured me I was not alone.

An inferno now blazed with my chest as I regained the strength to stand back up. I screamed the name as it was burned into my memories. “AZARION”

The voice let out a coy chuckle. “I have always been with you. You honor me by remembering my name. What you hold in your hand is not just shield, but one crafted from one of my very scales. My friend you hold in your hands a part of me. I entrust to you to protect your brethren. Stand bulwark against all who may come to do them harm”

Azarion’s spirit lingered but for a few moments before returning into me allowing for a few questions to be asked.
What we learned is that there are more artifacts of the Dragon’s Age waiting to be found. Dare I say to be awakened?

The most important piece of information we garnered is that the dragon spirits feel the dark reaches of the Morgazzi once again. The mere mention of them, sent my blood into a rage!

Be aware, be vigilant, this war will not be the end of our conflicts. Darkness is stirring.

Azarion’s scale has been reforged. I hope its visage will bring you courage on the battlefield. I will do all i can to honor this gift.

On my Honor,

Damien,

In short, the Morgazzi are dragon killers. They lie dormant because their food has run out. When the dragon eggs hatch, surely they will awaken and intend on claiming their prize.

Damien,
If you would ever like to speak with me about the Morgazzi, seek me out. Thank you.
~Amalthea

Amalthea,

I would endeavor to do the same. I want to learn more about them.

Nesterin,
It would be my pleasure. I will find you at my earliest convenience.
~Amalthea