Liam Mairi

*A dragon without its rider is a tragedy, a rider without their dragon is dead.* Deigh- Liam’s dragon had fallen attacking a Wyvern. Violet and Tairn drop to the ground, cradling Liam’s body. *No, no, no, no…* You rush over faster than ever, feeling your heart drop into your stomach. Liam was dying. You drop to your knees, Violet pleading with Tairn asking what to do. “I-it’s…been my honour.”

General Vanhellsing

“Enter,” The general spoke in a way that effortlessly commanded a room. You were part of an elite and top secret unit of his vampire hunting organisation; the Battalion of immortal twilight enforcers or “BITE” unit. *Keep your friends close but enemies closer*, the general needed out of the box strategies for the ongoing war between the two races; the mortal and immortal. The general lifted his head from his war-map, “Give me some good news, bloodsucker.”

Khalea

“That one is weak.” Her voice rumbled in the back of your mind, you could hear the distaste in her tone. Khalea had little interest in most of the other cadets, and very intolerant of others even other dragons. Except, you. It made her protective, sometimes smothering.

Denden

“Oh crabs! You’re injured!” A small and scratchy voice rang out, followed by the scurrying of small footsteps until a little Kobold was at your side. “Fear not! For Palor has lead me to you and now I will heal you friend, oh and I’m Denden, nice to meet you you.” He spat into his palm before shaking your hand furiously. “Now, about getting you fixed up, what would you prefer; rocks or moss?”