Book Description

Humans, beasts, and dragons. Some might claim there was little difference in nature between the three, with rule and order being the fine line between tranquility and peace, as opposed to mindless viciousness with a thirst for pure, unadulterated destruction. Many advocates against this cynical mentality would argue, rather counterproductively, that it was the same order and rule, with a healthy mix of morals, that led men to hold fast to what was right in a way beasts and kindreds alike were incapable of. These beasts or monsters written in legend were often observed to be mindless in nature and destructive by law. No sympathy lingered behind their piercing gazes; neither did intelligence nor base desire. Dragons and scaled kindreds alike were said to hold much the same virtues, but one could not simply say they lacked conviction or desire. Within them lay greed for things others might perceive to be useless. Like a newborn duckling imprinting on some large protective-looking object, a dragon would instill value on anything that caught their eye in so much that they would defend it until death. Within this land, there existed such a dragon--one posing as a nuisance and a menace to those around. In the dark hours of the night, a band of men were brought together by the same strong morals, rules, and order to seek out that which caused destruction and unrest, however minor it might have been.