Yensoran crawled up the to the edge of the cliff and waited for the wizards to start their buisness. He poked his head over the edge of the cliff and gazed down at the spectacle before him. "They're gathering" thought Yensoran as he continued to watch the wizards disscussing.

He had been tracking these wizards ever since he had heard there was a dragons master among them (For Info On Why I Am Tracking A Dragon Master, See Here). Yensoran had tracked them from Lomedor and was watching them now waiting for the moment to strike.

They suddenly gathered closely and started chanting, a cold dark chant that made the hairs on the back of Yensoran's head prickle. He shivered but forced himself to stay on and finish the job. One of the wizards walked out from the group towards the bottom of Yensoran's hill.

Yensoran ducked down as the wizard approached but moved closer as he stooped low and started digging in the charred earth. Yensoran heard the mans chant and regognised it immediatley. The chant of an terrible demon named Thermontalim that had plagued drows for centurys.

"This is not the right wizard" Yensoran thought and he turned away only to stop and think. "But they must be trying to ressurect Thermontalim, that must not happen." The thought of Thermontalim ressurecting was too great to stop Yensoran standing up and jumping off the cliff.

The wind raced past him as he fell, changing to his dragon form in mid-flight. It was time for a war no matter how long!