A dream vision fills your mind.... It is the dawn of yet another day. A Dragon groggily awakens in his lair and, as always, motivates his sleep stiffened form to rise to meet the energizing warmth of the horizened morning sun. As the Dragon makes his way to the mouth of his lair's rock-hewn entrance tunnel, he bears a teethy Draconic smile and mumbles something inaudible. A faint shimmering appears in the passage ahead, and the Dragon continues down the entrance tunnel until he notices the miniscule bodies of two humans.

'What is this?' he questions himself with a voice that is reminescent of a gentle whispering wind. He then sniffs the cold air of the tunnel; the bodies smell fresh and edible. Again the Dragon bears his teethy Draconic grin and thinks to himself,'I have good wards protecting my lair and my rest; they not only deal with any unfortunate interlopers, they also provide me with an easy beakfast.'

With that, he spears the bodies with his incredibly sharp claws and quickly devours his early breakfast.

'I better hurry up,' he says to himself 'the sun has nearly risen.' Sensing the nearness of dawn, the Dragon bounds down the rest of the passageway and bursts forth from his lair throwing out his enormous wings to catch the brisk early morning air. The Dragon, Iripir by name, quikly twists his flight path so that he can observe his territory. Iripir once again shows his grin; he loves the steep slope of a mountain covered with green grass that he calls his territory. The snow on the other mountains, the deep green valleys to the west, and the tan desert to the east also make his heart soar with their beauty.

'Aaaaahhhhhhh, the simple pleasures of Draconic existance' Iripir whispers to the wind. After taking in the beauty of the landscape, Iripir slowly rises to a large flat meadow near the summit of his mountain. Despite his enormous size and mass he settles to the ground of the meadow as gently as a butterfly landing on a leaf. Soon, Iripir faces the direction of the rising sun to bask in its rich warmth. As the first rays of the sun's light strikes the reclining dragon, his blue muscled form reflects the rays as if light was striking a dark metallic neon blue statue: neon blue with a slight pearlescence. But not all of Iripir's small shield-shaped scales are blue; his underside scales being smaller in size reflect a pearly white color. Nearly an hour of basking in the brilliance of the morning sun passes before the giant Iripir stirrs. 'Can't get TOO lazy. I think it's time to survey my territory and explore a bit.' With a great whoop of his wings, Iripir soars quickly into the air, and after a minute of (rising), he reaches two thousand feet above his previous position and hovers.

'Which way sould I fly today. North over Saalindish feels right.' With another great whoop, Iripir quickly speeds to the north towards the mountainous kingdom called Saalindish. Iripir flies for several hours and then, suddenly, catches a scent on the wind.

'A faint scent ... uuumm ... Dragon scent ... uuumm ... Red Dragon ... uuumm ... Rhalingantor the scuz' AAAAAAARRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!! Suddenly, Iripir hovers and thunders an ear deafening challenge roar. 'This will be the last time I smell his murderous hide,' he whispers to himself. Another challenge roar erupts from a now reddish speck on the horizon and in moments Rhalingantor and Iripir close into tight orbits about each other.

"Well, it appears that I have the honor of slaying Iripir the NON-Eternal."

'Arrogant as ever I see Kobaldkin, but you are mistaken Rhalingantor O mater of Imps; you will pay for the death of Azuria.'

"Hah! You prattle TOO much Grub-Eater the Great! SSSLLLAAASSSHHH!" Suddenly, Rhalingantor lunges at Iripir, but Iripir,being ready for the attack, easily dodges it.

'Good try. You will have to do better than that wimpy slash to hit me. I'm wise to your dishonorable tricks like those you used to kill Azuria in challenge, Slime Drinker. WWWWHHHHOOOSSS-WWWWWWHHHHHHOOOOOPPPPPP' Iripir rakes Rhalingantor, removing scores of scales and creating a ghastly laceration on his right flank. "RRRRRAAAAARRRRRGGGGGHHHHH!!!! UUUUWWWWSSSS!!! WWWHHHHOOOOSSSSHHHH!!!!" Rhalingantor returns the wound with a breath of fire - ~Breashia Barrinus~ - but the fire is blocked by some invisible barrier and curls back on the irritated but unharmed (by his own fire) Rhalingantor. "RRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!! DDIIIIIIEEEEE!!!!!! WWWWHHHHOOOOSSSSHHHH!!!!" A ball of fire erupts from Rhalingantor's left claw and flies into Iripir's chest where it explodes causing Iripir to momentarily drop and wince in pain. Iripir quickly regains his stance, turns and lashes Rhal in the head with his muscular tail, WWWHHHHUUUUMMMMPPPPPPP!!!!!! momentarily stunning the giant Red Dragon. "RRRRAAAAARRRRR!!!!" Sensing Rhalingantor's stunned state, Iripir points at the Red and speaks the arcane words, ~Lihtalis Shreekus Thurus~, causing a bolt of lightning to spring forth from his right claw. The bolt hits its mark, and crackles around Rhalingantor but causes no appearent harm.

"HA! HA! HA! HA! FEEBLE MAGIC! CCCRRRRUUUUNNNNCCCCHHHH!!!" Rhalingantor bites a fleshy chunk near the base of Iripir's neck and causes a large black oozing wound to appear. 'RRRRAAAAAHHHHH. UUUWWWSSS!!! CCRRRAAACCCKKLLEEE!!!' Iripir launches a breath of Lightning, hitting Rhalingantor in his already gashed right flank. Rhalingantor plummets towards the ground, roaring in pain as he falls, but slowly, he pulles out of his dive and climbs back to fighting range.

"DIE, DROWLOVER!! WWWHHHOOOSSSHHH!!" Several misty red bolts streak towards and explode upon Iripir's tail but cause no appearant damage. Iripir respondes by a quick climb and a power claw dive at his Red opponent, 'TTTTHHHHUUUUWWWWHHHHAAAAPPPP', and a huge gash is opened in Rhal's chest. "RRRRHHHHAAAARRRRGGGG!!!" Rhal launches several more misty red bolts that strike Iripir in the head blackening it and his two enormous backward extending horns. The mighty Blue wobbles in the air for a moment and then rights himself.

"Soon you will be my 35th Dragon kill Iripir. Neither your magically sharped claws nor your other magic will stop me from killing you and many more, Dracomage!" 'You are a true psychopath, Wyrm of Worms.' ~Polphangus Animalus Tragi Marbofe Permulo~ Iripir's claws glow brightly blue and slowly, Rhalingantor stiffens and starts to fall. "RRRRRAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRGGG...!!!" But his pain is cut short as his once deep red fades to the color of white marble. Once again, Iripir wobbles in the air, rights himself, and then watches Rhalingantor's form fall to the ground. WWWWHHHHHUUUUUMMMMMPPPPP!!!!!! Miniscule pieces of marble and rock fly in in a hemisphere around the place where Rhalingantor's form hit. Soon, Iripir lands in his gentle way at the place of the impact.

'May you have rest in the afterlife, Rhalingantor' A stream of glistening white liquid streams from Iripir's eyes and falls off the side of his magic burnt head hitting the ground in a silent patter. Iripir turns slowly and then silently launches his Draconic form into the sky in the direction of home. Iripir arrives at his sacred meadow after stopping several times to rest his battle beaten body.

'Time to heal.' With closed eyes, Iripir calls on his mental powers to mend the wounds that were wrought upon his blue body. An hour later with all his wounds healed, Iripir turns to face the sun once again.

'No sunset today i see. Looks like there is a storm brewing on the horizon.' Iripir closes his eyes and takes in the warmth of falling sun before it passes behind the cloud bank. Within twenty minutes, the sun falls behind the cloud bank and the wind stirres about Iripir. The Blue shifts his weight, closes his Draconic eyes and whispers into the wind.

'Azuria, rest your anima and forget.' The wind proceeds to get stronger until the shimmering blue shape of an anima appears in front of the waiting Dragon. The wind speaks for the anima; {I love you Iri; i will rest and forget, but my heart will always be with you.} The anima shifts and touches Iripir's back causing a pouch to become visible. Slowly the anima removes a medallion from the pouch. {Wear my medallion again, my love.} The anima places the medallian around Iripir's neck where it falls and settles itself on his chest. With a stream of glistening white liquid running down his face Iripir says 'Good bye, Ria, i love you' The anima cries and sadly smiles in a uniquely Draconic way. {Good bye Iri.} The anima fades leaving Iripir crying to himself in his sacred meadow. Several minutes pass and then, finally, the Dragon turns and flies to his lair.

'I need some sleep after this day.' Diving into his lair's entrance tunnel, Iripir mumbles and a faint shimmering appears within the tunnel. The velocity from his dive carries over to into a lope to his treasure bed. Being exhausted from the day's events, Iripir flops down on his treasure hoard and strats to fall asleep almost immediately.

Sleepily, 'I think i'll gorge myself ....... tomorrow .......' A Draconic smile crosses the Blue Dragon's face '.... right after i watch the sun rise.......'