Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24.193.16.121-20140104221608/@comment-5735114-20140125180711

Tyranil flew back to the Red Mountain, the only discernable feature from afar due to all the ash. An hour or two, his group of Shadow Soldiers arrived, depositing the corpse of the dragon they were carrying nearby the entrance to Tyranil's volcanic lair. Leaving his lair and walking up to the dragon, he examined it thoroughly. The scales were very difficult to pierce, even with his razor sharp scythe. If nothing more, they could be used as makeshift shields. Tyranil tried a wide variety of spells on it, but nothing seemed to be able to reanimate it. Seeing his failure in this endeavor, Tyranil ordered the Soldiers to make use of every part of the dragon, whether it be on swords or stews.