The Crusade Of Novaron

The war was over, Darkstalker was defeated, and with places like Sanctuary and Possibility, Pyrrhia was at peace.

But that was about to change.

Deep in the vendor district of Scorpion Den was a cloaked dragon, trying to blend in with the rest. His name was Novaron.

However as he went to his favourite vendor, he saw something that would change his life. In the alleyway nearby blood stained the salamander walls and the amber scales of the body laying lifelessly there. Above them, was a dragon unlike any other Novaron has seen, and that was strange coming from him.

Unable to sit by and watch, he walked towards danger face on, ready to knock the idiot out who decided to be reckless with his killing. And to get some answers.

However, just as he was pinning the mysterious dragon down, he heard the call of an Outclaw. This instinctively made Novaron look towards the voice, their usual cryptic eyes shooting wide open, bewildered, their mouth agape as if they had been frozen mid-scream.

Novaron was confused and look back to the dragon's placement, only to see a dead SandWing dragonet in the clutches of his talons.

He hoped fervently that the Outclaw had seen the other dragon, that he could explain what just happened as Novaron began to panic. But, as their breath finally returned to the stagnant Sandwing, they began to scream for help, their voice full of agony like they were the one stabbed and laying in the streets. Noticing that his cloak had fallen off and that the situations was far from ideal, Novaron scuffled to the outskirts of Scorpion Den and rushed out of sight.

With much confusion on his mind, Novaron felt himself began to doubt what was and was not reality.

But much to his surprise, these moments lead to the discover of a new power. With visions of another continent, Novaron felt himself confused by the scene seen.

But now, he must ally with new companions, travel to a distant continent, and confront both the past and the present to save the future