The Saga Continues

Brahm had his treasure hoard, but he still felt incomplete. But you must understand this wasn't normal draconic behavior, they usually think more primal but Brahm had a really developed brain. And so "guilt" came into play. For example, he felt bad stealing and plundering for his loot pile, but all dragons kept their caves that way so alas that's the way it was going to be. But when a group of Lords came to tell him about a thieving guild that was stealing off of all the local rich beings he heeded their warning. He did some investigation on them and found they called themselves the Shadow thieves, because of a strong and deep devotion to these shadow like demons which infested their organization thoroughly. So his plan was just to go to Amn and wipe out their headquarters out, but to do this he would need to make arrangements with the Amnese government to keep local guards and mercenaries from attacking and so they said okay and then the dragon could attack. So the day arrived and low and behold the treacherous Amnese had put extra guards on duty but because he was flying so high to scout things out human eyes could not see a black dragon at night, but his draconic eyes were so superior Brahm was already developing his war strategy but that is a story for another day.

Brahm's Question (Part 3 of 4)

"Brahm's Question: Fame, is it really worth the trouble?"

With his hoard growing to about the size of ten million in gems and gold and assorted treasures, it also brought some unwanted popularity and thus came the thieves. The first ten or twenty he would just crush with an appendage because he couldn't waste his "breath weapon" for every little threat. One thing he knew was that he always could hire a powerful wizard to cast some magical traps on his hoard. But he knew that so far these first little minor attempts of theft on his hoard was not his greatest challenge.

He had heard of a priest of Mask who had been plundering and gaining fame and fortune and experience. So he was just wondering when he would have a visit from the priest/thief. It was at that time that he heard a barely audible noise. Then he heard someone start stepping on some of the outer reaches of his gold which was the end of his hoard. And then he finally caught a glimpse of a moving shadow and it had kind of mystified him that this creature had entered under the radar of his nostrils. This shadow had confiscated a little of the hoard, so he had pretty much signed his death warrant.

Brahm was tired of playing games now, so he decided that he would take the next opportunity and blast this fool off this plane of existence. And so he acted like he was sleepy and he laid down on his hoard to get a face-to-face level view with this thief. And as the thief came over the next mound of treasure, Brahm hit him with a full frontal blast of fire as hot as that from the ninth level of hell. With the destruction of the thief he inadvertently made a gold mold of the thief's outline crawling across the hoard. Brahm's 20/0.1 vision picked up something that didn't belong in his cave and it was a holy symbol of Mask where the thief had obviously removed it and hung it to get back after he had stolen his bounty. So this was the new upstart thief of Mask. What a classic end to a pilfering plot, and Brahm got a new addition to the hoard…a little holy symbol of Mask.

Brahm's Beginning (Part 2 of 4)

“Brahm’s Beginning”

As Brahm started coming of age, he couldn’t help but notice his supremacy and especially in his studies at the magic institute. But hormones and other chemical changes in his body were making some strange occurrences in him such as his fangs falling out and new adamantium fangs coming in to replace them. And the lump on his tail was filled with an adamantium center. He found he could use it as an impenetrable weapon. His wings were growing adamantium tips. He was becoming a Juggernaut of death and destruction. But he really wasn’t reveling in his new-found ability for he knew all too well “pride cometh before a fall.”

Brahm's Birthing (Part 1 of 4)

The queen’s massive claws instinctively gripped in and out as each contraction struck her. And then, with what was obviously the hardest to endure, she quivered and fell unconscious. But with this her most strange and yet in a way beautiful egg was lain. It was a relatively small clutch, only seven eggs in total. Six were the normal rough leathery tan, but the largest one was very strange indeed. It had the normal tan background but an occasional black splotch with all the splotches connected by a blackish-green single spider webbing strand. Mentally, Bentha the queen had communicated with all her children except the strangely colored egg. Well, finally the big day had arrived. Among the splintering and crackling of the eggs was a semi-strange occurrence. When the strange egg started to crack it released some thick acidic chlorophyll gas. The dragon that emerged was a dark dusky yet reflective color of the birthing ground’s heated sand. And immediately the little dragon attacked and killed its two largest siblings. Now this was an inherently evil action but since his mother and father were good aligned down many generations. This wasn’t right; this contradicts the famous old sage’s proverb about the bad apple falling farthest from the tree. This apple had fallen right in the midst of everything!