Role

Chapter 1

She crawled on her stomach across the ridge in the northernmost section of the
wind swept jade mountains. Though it was an early autumn, the snows had
reached only some of the valleys below. Her and another of the Cult of the
Gold Dragon had come to train with the Sylvan Warders, but had stumbled
across something even more interesting as night approached.

The two gold elves, members of Glor'Draconis, rested prone overlooking
the jade elves below who were busy excavating and digging what would surely
be a footprint for an enormous burial ground or storage vaults of some sort.
And that was always of interest to her family, the cult known as
Glor'Draconis. The training the two of them were chosen for with the Sylvan
Warders could wait a day longer to start again this season.

They watched. Patiently. They were gold elves and saw time differently,
especially compared to the jade elves who seemed unusually busy below trying
to finish their project before the coming snows. She pulled out a piece of
pumpkin squash, handed a bit to Llewyn, then began to snack the delicacy
probably for the last time before the winter came and ended the fall harvest.
Still they waited.

The Cult of the Golden Dragon worshiped and idealized the very demigod being
that was their namesake in all its power, chaotic whims, benevolence, and
uncalculatable cunning. Whether it was the last single gold dragon or a line
of dragons she could not say, for she had not seen it in her lifetime. It
was even more rare than the evil chromatic dragons and with a read of time as
foreign to her life was to a human. Yet their religion idolized its strengths
as well as its vices. Which is why she and Llewyn could not resist the site
below. Where jade elves buried sarcophagi, surely there were magic, secrets,
and treasures to be had. With all the strength of the Way of the Golden
Dragon, came some of its obsessions. And seeking treasures and secrets was
definitely an obsession of Glor'Draconis.

The jade mountains begin to give way to shadows as night fell. Torches could
be seen in the night as the jade elves continued the burial of treasures, the
dead, and other untold secrets. Silently she nodded and Llewyn nodded in
response.

It was time, they made their move.