This inspired with House that jack build by Metallica on the album Load. I was sitting up on a late night listening to everything and this just kinda popped in here. The character Vasaroth is a variation on another character of the same name in a group I rped in. I had origionally intended to show the player of the other Vas but unfortunatly I have been unsucessful in finding said player so I show you instead I hope that you enjoy him and I intend to add more to this piece so check back often and see

Vasaroth stood atop the highest peak of the Necrossey mountains surveying the River valley below. The Early morning fog was thick upon the valley below rolling through like a glacier making its slow way along an icy river. The sky above was still mostly dark the first sun slowly rising over the horizon casting an almost supernatural glow over the valley. The fog rolled and roiled in the warm light like a pot coming to boil and began to dissipate as the valley began to quickly warm in the morning light. A smile curled across Vasaroth’s face as the valley below became more visible to him. The beautiful vibrant greens blues and reds of the Ferns broke through the fog. The Blue ferns stood out most in Vasaroth’s eyes. The mighty royal black draconis was plagued with a painful poison from a fight with a basilisk.. He twitched his whiskers and limped to the edge of the cliff looking down to the highest plants he could find. He spotted a rather sizable clump of blues 100ft up from the valley floor.

He cautiously made his decent down the valley wall. It was a real pain the ferns didn’t grow higher up the valley walls but it was worth it for the dark draconis. He’d been on a search for an empress dragon and a Territory to take for his own. This search had brought him into an unfortunate encounter with a Basilisk. He fared far better than the despicable lizard but the poison was quickly taking its hold on him. Vasaroth desperately hoped the guardians of this valley had not spotted him as of yet. They were a strong and protective people. They also came in large numbers.

Halfway down the sun had risen high over the eastern cliffs and was beaming hotly down upon Vasaroth. Below him the valley was covered in a thick mist from the evaporating dew that came off the plants. The poison was eating into him and he didn’t have long to go before it would be too late for even the Ferns to help.

“not much further..”

He growled to himself as he took another shaky step. He wouldn’t make it too much further His legs suddenly gave out on him and he slipped tumbling off the Cliff side. He landed just above the ledge with the Blue ferns on it. He looked down and with a sigh of relief began to make his way to his feet. Before he could stand even halfway a loud sonic vocalization sounded from near by and several more joined it in chorus. A cave above Vasaroth sported two sets of glowing eyes while below and around him he caught glimpses of various shades of green tails and fins disappearing behind boulders and ledges.

“who is there!?” he bellowed weakly

The vocalizations continued and Vasaroth growled ignoring them to think. There was a chance that this was a small scouting party and he might be able to dive and snatch he ferns, but they might well take him down with their javelins if he couldn’t get enough air on his weak wings. He looked to the ledge with the ferns he might be able to fight them off until the ferns could take effect. It would be risky but there was little other choice. He’d be able to use his negro chuva and hopefully distract them from fighting too much. He focused inwardly gathering his strength and prepared to make his move. As though they knew what he was about to do five of the creatures came charging out from their hiding places more coming from the valley floor.

Vasaroth struck out at a couple of them with his tail slashing out with his claws and jumping from the ledge. He flared his wings and glided for the Ferns but Keened angrily as he was forced to down beat and carry himself aloft above 4 others who had stationed themselves in his landing spot. He took in a breath to breath his flame but stopped himself his flight bladders were only filled enough to aid him in escaping the valley once he had the ferns. He bellowed out loudly speaking in draconic casting his spell of negro chuva.

Negro Chuva

Great black clouds quickly gathered and poured down a thick black rain. The creatures began to scatter crying out painfully fleeing from the rain. Vasaroth, unaffected by this rain, smiled sinisterly as he glided down to the ledge. Napping the ferns up in his mouth. There was an anguished Keen from all around the valley in the same sonic croon the creatures had made earlier.. Vasaroth simply ignored this and ate down the ferns chewing up a bit and spreading it on the bite wound on his Tail. He started to feel his strength returning and he grinned around the valley below him. This land would be perfect for him. He’d have no problem taking it when his full strength had returned he would be back. He let out one last mighty bellow and leaped into the air leaving his rains to fall for some time after his departure.