Most humanoids know better than to enter the Draco Forest. As one of the few remaining ‘wild zones’ known for their untamed wildlife and habitats, it was naturally a place most sapients tended to avoid. Doubly so, when this particular wild zone was the home of many of the diverse types of dragons there were.
However, this particular night saw a lot more humanoid activity than it had in nearly a thousand years! The forest almost teemed with silent figures in cloaks, seemingly hiding in every shadow. For tonight was an event that rarely happened at any point in history… it was the dragon’s spawning time!
While originally, dragons were known to spawn from an extreme excess of stale mana, the rise in the many different humanoids' populations had caused most of the world’s mana to be nearly constantly on the move. Nowadays, most areas of the world would at best have enough stale mana to form a dungeon core. Only in ‘wild zones,’ the places where the magical ley lines converged, could a new dragon possibly be formed.
To preserve their species, most dragons had decided to mate and produce offspring as nature’s law intended. Through these many meetings and new need for species proximity, a semi-society was born. Though more of a tribal type than the “civilized societies” as the humanoids now called them, the dragons had learn when and how to best sire the next generation. This way of life included that eggs without enough of a mana presence would be abandoned in favor of those with more mana, ensuring that the dragons’ species would stay strong. Abandoned dragon eggs were exactly what the hiding figures were after.
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“Come-on you worthless sacks of meat!” Hissed a particularly regal postured cloaked figure. “I want those eggs in our possession the moment the dragons leave with their stronger ones. If I hear one more dwarf brag about how they have the most lesser-spawn wyrms I’m punting them all the way back to their filthy mountain holes and blaming you for it!” That caused some of the cloaked figures to quietly chuckle.
Suddenly, they all froze when a roar was heard to the east. The whole forest seemed to instantly come to life as more and more roars were heard throughout the forest. The nearby cloaked figures huddled closely in the darkest parts of the shadows as hulking masses of scales, rage, and death slithered or stomped by.
“Those demonkin idiots got greedy and alerted the whole forest!” The regal cloaked figure raged. “Whatever, the dragons will be moving out a bit earlier now. Hans, John, tell squads 1 through 14 to be prepared to move the second the big lizards take their prized eggs away.”
“Sir,” the cloaked form of John said, “squad 13 was too close to the demonkin group… assumedly wiped out.” The commanding officer glared down at John. “Once again the humans lose people to the demonkins’ greedy ploys.” The commander murmured to himself in rage.
Many lives were lost that night, yet many more eggs were secured and spirited away by the dispicable eggnapers. Deep in a particular bog however, one abandoned egg remained undiscovered. A light brown egg that blended in perfectly with the muck that surrounded it as it sunk fully out of sight.