This is my first post, so here goes..........

       The wind whistled with a ghostly howl as Camlan stood watching 
the clouds dance along the horizon.  He stood high on the peak of a 
mountain, nearby, the large black dragon Soul Forge slumbered 
peacefully.  Camlan closed his eyes and drew his large two handed sword 
from his baldric.  With an intesity rivalling a horrendous storm, Camlan 
plunged into the practice forms he had been taught years ago.  His sword 
sang with a bloody song as it sliced through the air cleaving imaginary 
opponents.  And although Camlan never needed to use his sword while 
astride the Dragon, he still kept up his practice. He felt the call of 
his blood, ancient blood, as he fell deep into the meditative like state 
his practices wrought upon him.
      His practice was interuppted by a low growl from Soul Forge.  
Camlan sheathed his sword and looked at Soul Forge.
     "What is it friend?" He asked softly.  
      <Danger.>  The telepathic link with his dragon flooded Camlan with 
the sense of danger approaching....

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