It always breaks my heart, even when the malevolent ones die. Dragons; there are so few left in this part of the world. Last night Raxgrimgard, my kingdom's own Guardian Dragon, a unique being of gargantuan size and power, was forced to slay one of his pupils. Every ten years Raxgrimgard rounds up five young Dragons of the trouble making sort, and attempts to teach them the survival technique of NOT causing trouble. Those that learn and live his lessons, he releases; those who fail to understand his teachings, he destroys. As he was bringing yester eve's class to a close, two of the five attacked him; thinking to outflank him as he turned to leave the deep underground lair. Fhozaan, a young Green, used the battle as a means to slip away through the great door, which had opened for Rax's exit; leaving his accomplice to parish alone by the might of the Grand Wyrm. So it is this day finds me hunting an evil Green Dragon as Rax stays with his remaining three pupils. And were I to send the Steel Dragons, our most elite and powerful military force, they would be forced to kill Fhozaan. That is IF General Bors and his men could track a Green in the vast wilderness of the Valley Of Mists. Thus it falls to me, the Queen of Maganam, to endeavor securing the rogue Dragon. We hope my psionics will allow me to spare the young fool's life. -From the journal of Queen Sapphire Grimslade