The Dragon Masks

Prologue

Outskirts of Frostbreath Valley.

A Tavern.

A man was casually sipping tea. The door banged open. A woman wearing a blindfold walked in with 30 or so other men and women all wearing blindfolds. "Hey, Hey! You can't just trezpaz intya won o' de bers owned by ze Minstrels?" the man demandingly asked. One of the blindfolded men spoke, "We are the Dragon Cult, simply fulfilling the prophecy left behind by Ciztotz. Socriossau will be reshaped when we are done. Leave the building and get lost. Before the others come?". "Ahh so you're the one who believes de dragon god sh*t and whutnot. Zis is mein ber. Leave and get lost-'' before the bartender could finish his sentence, a blast of fire came from one of the walls. The bartender was knocked back with blood staining the man's cheek. The entire wall had fallen. "I had told ya '' the blindfolded man chuckled. Men with long staffs and beards walked in. All with red capes and emblems forged on their clothing and wear. They walked straight through the fire with a trail left blazing behind. "You made us walk all the way here, so whatever you have to say, it better be worth it, or that fire won't just burn down walls, it'll burn other stuff too, like your petty lives." One of the men said threateningly. "Zis-zis is still my ba-" the bartender said fumbling, but yet again he was interrupted by the man who seemed to be the leader of the men who broke down the wall. "Give a man a matchstick, he'll be warm for a couple hours, Set a man on fire, he'll be warm for the rest of his life" he said before sending a fireball straight at the bartender. The bartender screamed in agony and as he left his entire body and skin burn to ashes. There was no water in the bar, only alcohol, which would amplify the power of the flames. Somehow, the bartender wasn't dead. To make things more painful, the magic-user blasted open the cabinets, with hundreds of alcoholic liquid bottles as they burst upon what was left of the bartender's body. The glass had cuts rip open his clothing and skin and the alcohol added a sizzle of pain on his back. Within the matter of minutes he was nothing but a dead corpse on the floor. "Hey, I wanted to drink some of that come on," one of the men standing next to the magical leader whined. "Drink from his dead a**," the blindfolded man teased back. "Let's get to matters and leave as quickly as possible. The Harpers patrol will be here.", the blindfolded woman finally spoke in a hoarse voice. "For thousands of years, the prophecy of Ciztotz has spoken of an undead dragon empire... Until I realized there was a hidden meaning behind the poem. They speak of a specific dragon trapped in the nine hells of the south. Ulfryz". "It can't be '' The wizard spoke in shock, "Our holy dragon has been beneath our feet. We've been idiots!". "You, the Fire Wizards have been living under a rock these last thousand years!" the blindfolded man exclaimed,"And our leader, Appius, has figured out more than your entire organization within a lifetime. Consider aiding us, or you will be stomped down by us". "We have no other option. We will join you." the wizard ended with...