Strange draconic creatures apparently spun lthrough the air and battled one another in etched figures on the high domed ceiling. At the apex a massive green dragon with a half a dozen horns thrust from its forehead held court. On its back sat a human with strange, white, reptilian eyes, a long staff shaped like a crocodile in his right hand. Far below a decayed skeletal figure sat on a marble throne, its hands clenching the arms of the chair and its empty eye sockets peering endlessly out towards some unseen vision.
Two creatures appeared in a narrow corridor and argued with one another as the first, and taller, jabbed the second with a forefinger inches from his face.
“I tell you, Usharra,” said the first as his features became visible in the dim glow of the cavern. His head was horny and scaled while long layers of scales streamed down his arms and neckline. The scales were predominantly green but a sprinkle of red and purple gave them an iridescent look. “The staff has been found. How else do you explain the dreams?”
“The great Green One has always dreamed,” said the second creature. It was clearly the same species but its scales were predominantly blue in color although smattered of green giving him a rippled look much like waves breaking on a shore. “There is no reason to suppose these dreams are different than any of the others chronicled over the years.”
“These are more specific than others mentioned in the Chronicle of Dreams,” said the first creature. “You know I’m telling the truth, you’ve read the chronicle as often as I, and you know Chusarausea has never dreamed so specifically of the staff before, so specifically with directions for actions.”
“We know nothing of the sort, Melharras,” said Usharra with a wave of his long fingered hand. “There are many visions, by many people, over the centuries. There is also the untold amount of time that the Great Green One slept before he began to dream. Finally, there is the matter of great Sakatha’s condition,” this last with a glance to the skeletal figure on the throne. “Even if the staff were found, we would awaken not a leader of our people but the monstrosity of death there. It is uncertain how he will react to we children of the dragon all these centuries later.”
“How can you doubt his reaction?” said Melharras and stopped before the skeletal figure on the throne. “He led us in the great rebellion against the emperor thousands of years ago and when awakened will lead us once again.”
“Legends are notoriously inaccurate,” said Usharra with a dismissive wave of his hand. “There are no guarantees of the nature of that thing, nor its agenda if awakened.”
“How can you be so stubborn?” said Melharras. “This is the great awakening, this is the time generations of our people have long awaited. We must find the staff; we must take it to the Great Green One who will use it to awaken his former master. Then great Sakatha will ride the skies again and we will emerge from our skulking in the swamps and waterways of the world to take our rightful place at the head of a new empire, this one our own.”
“The legends also speak of the awakening of the emperor,” said Usharra. “If all you say is true and Sakatha rises and rides the toxic one, then do not the legends also suggest that the emperor will rise again? What makes you certain that this time great Sakatha,” again with a distasteful glance at the thing on the throne, “will be able to best his old foe?”
Melharras stood silently for a long moment his head bowed and the dim light twinkling off his scales. “It is not for me to say what great Sakatha will do upon rising. It is my duty as a child of the dragon to make it happen. The great green one dreams of the lands to the south of us, where the freeriders roam, he dreams of the Staff of Sakatha. We must send spies to find out what we can and then we must prepare a fleet to sail around the Dorian Peninsula and attack, if necessary, to take the staff.”
Usharra also stood quietly for a long moment and gazed at the strange creature on the throne, “I will not oppose you in Council,” he said. “We will send spies and we will prepare at least one ship for the journey but I do not like this turn of events. I do not trust the dreams of Chusarausea and in particular I do not trust the lich who promises to raise our former lord. The creature is dangerous and manipulates us. Mark my words, Melharras, this will not end well for our people. But, that being said, I will support you to the Council and if sent to Elekargul, as I suspect I am most suited for the job, I will perform my duties to the best of my ability.”
“You have chosen wisely, Usharra,” said Melharras eagerly fingering a long dragon shaped medallion on a chain around his neck. “I am not as concerned by Lord Whitebone as you. He is a foolish creature who hopes to use great Sakatha for his own ends but that, quite clearly, is not a problem. Once brought back to life the great one will not be subject to the orders of one such as Whitebone.”
“I hope you are right, Melharras,” said Usharra, shaking his head from side to side as he studied the motionless creature on the throne, “I hope you are right.”