The dieing rays of sun light flickered down just barely into the farthest depths of the Heathenreel forest. weak but still visible shafts of sun light looked like angelic pilers as they flooded through the crowns of the great Everblack trees, trees reaching to heights nearly 350 feet. In the thick of these mighty behemoths crouched a very focused and deadly silent northmen named Jakob Sundagger, known throughout Emilian as one of the most efficient and dedicated dragon slayers.<br/><br/><em>'Come on, thats it.'</em>He'd been kneeling silently in the shadows for almost an hour, his bow string pulled back and his arrow ready, his breathing soft and long, his heart beat controlled. He fought the urge to look up as a ray of sun shined sharply of the very tip of his arrow head.<em>'Can't you see, beast? Your end is nigh. Embrace the Goddess!' </em>Jakob finally released his arrow so true. but at that very moment, a great roar, ancient and powerful, ripped through the forest and the very land itself, it was a cry like no other Jakob had ever heard. After tensing up from the sheer shock of the roar, Jakob looked to wear he had fired the arrow to find it lodged in the side of a tree and the dear he was hunting firing running like the wind far beyond chasing distance.<br/><br/>"By... by the Gods..." Normally Jakob would have been furious at loosing his meal, but the ripple across the land by the roar was felt deep within the slayer's bones. Just as he stood from his crouching spot, the emerald blade of his dragon's blood sword began to shiver and tremble within it's sheath. Quickly pulling it from its leather holder, Jakob was taken back by the dim glow and the heat emitting from the blade.<br/><br/>"This... This must be it. It has to be. One of the great one from the old stories..." The blonde haired northman stood in disbelief and wonder. How could such.. such a beast from the old era survive for so long to just now wake up from their slumber? Oh yes, Jakob knew all about the ancient wyrms, and by the reaction of his bloody sword and from the shown to him by his people that there could be no other beast to make such a rip across the land.<br/><br/>The Everblack trees everywhere insight still suede and shook and the wind blew somewhat uneasy through the thick trunks.<em>'This... this thing... It is not far. a days, two days travel. Should I?'</em>Swiping his some of his golden strands from his face he place on hand on the trunk of a tree and leaned slightly. "Do you call for me, beast? Do you ask for death or do you call the young to do be your puppets?" He knew very well that every dragon in all of Emilian must have heard or felt what had just happened. After a few minutes of staring at the now darkened sky through the far off tree tops, Jakob decided to gather his gear and head back to the river, where he had landed his waterstrider. From there he would see where the wild winds would take him.<br/>