The Power of Dragons
Why was Gruumsh testing again? Her stomach turned, and her fists curled into balls as the pain surged through her body. Was it not enough that first she lost her precious gaash(fire)? Was it her fault for getting too close to the great ice beast that she and her brethren had slain? She let out a guttural cry as the energies in her veins shifted and pulsed. Her gaash was Gruumsh's gift to her. It made her wild and dangerous. It made her chaotic and powerful. It made Ruun’dal…Ruun’dal.
Yet that all changed after their battle with the iceborne dragon. It twisted her mojo and froze her blood. Her explosive and erratic mind became clearer…cooler. She did not have to fight to keep control over her magic, but this was NOT who she was! Her fists slammed the dirt, and she grit her teeth. The frost of the slain dragon had extinguished her fire…had replaced it. She was able to call upon the frozen torrent swelling inside to freeze her foes and shatter them into a million shards. She could encase herself in a haven of ice and reemerge more powerful than she had been before. She was the cold, and she was the blizzard…at least she was. It was happening again, and the pain was no less than the first time her mojo shifted.
The storm dragon’s tooth lay beside her. It was so shiny and sticky with blood…how could she have resisted taking it? It was not her fault! If it did not want her to take it…it would not look so alluring. Suddenly, the maelstrom of energy rampaging through her exploded forth. She let out a scream as the sky darkened. Wriggling bolts of lightning raced to the earth and danced about her as the energy flowed through and out of her. This was it! It was no curse! NO! A blessing! Gruumsh had given her power yet again! He had made her the wind and sky! She stood suddenly as the madness waned. The fire had given the madness that drove her power, the ice had tempered that madness. and now the sky gave the focus to yield it. “Izg Ruun’Dal of Burz’Kal Hont Ob! Izg Gruumsh’s Storm!”