BurnClaw

   Among the items he sought was the artifact known as The Talons of TombMurk. These steel claw covers were enchanted by a magic using dragon to enhance not only his attacks by increasing the damage his talons caused, they also increased the wearer's magical ability. The Talons would allow him to have an advantage should his siblings come after him, though it would serve little against his mother when she found out. Along with the Talons, SearAll collected several scrolls, an old spellbook from an ancient defeated wyrm, and a handful of the rarest gems. He had chosen his timing and items with deliberate care. The scrolls were mostly protective in nature, the Talons would help him quickly understand and cast the stonehide, iceproof, and breathward spells they held. The spellbook was not an old copy of a travelling book, but was a tome from a secluded settlement of ancients who cast magic purely by voice. The gems he could trade or use them to lure an affluent purchaser into the open.
   When he heard his siblings call to their mother in one of their sadistic games for her help, SearAll watched her fly to find and save them. He quickly broke through her wards and took the items he had chosen and escaped toward the Brokenfields. However, their cries were not the false alarm he had expected. Instead, his siblings had spied a large wyrm traveling through the she-dragon's territory and had alerted their mother to the threat. She sent the young dragons back to her lair while she dealt with the interloper. The juveniles noticed the burglary of the secreted items and saw SearAll winging away. Quickly realizing the situation they raced after him. They all knew he harbored a desire to escape their mother's territory and realized his betrayal would enrage Lady StoneBoil. Hoping to curry favor with the easily angered and very violent Lady, the youths chased after their brother. SearAll noticed his followers soon after reaching the Inner Sea and sped toward the Brokenstone Fields, slipping the Talons on his right front claw. He reached the Canyon Maze before the unladen dragons caught up with him. They had often flew all over their mother's territory while he had remained in the tunnels studying the spells and items he was allowed to claim from the hoard. The exercise and regular flights he had missed soon became apparent, even with the added strength of the Talons he couldn't outdistance them and feared to turn and fight all three at once.
   Despite his misgivings, he had no choice but to turn and fight eventually. His only choice was when to hold his ground and where the battle would occur. He decided to dive into the canyons where the other dragons couldn't come at him in a group. He knew they would be able to flank or corner him, but had run out of options. Mentally he screamed for his father's help, but recieved no reply. He thought he saw several cyclops leading their herd away from the impending battle. He wasn't sure he had seen them and knew they had no way to contact BurnClaw. He only hoped his father watched and would soon arrive.

   SearAll landed in the smallest canyon his swift glance could locate, folded his wings and readying what magic he could. His siblings lit his landing place with impotent fire, serving only to temporarily block his vision and obscure their landing. SearAll's brother, SickFlame rounded the corner ahead of him spitting sparks and charging his own brother. Using the charge as a distraction Ashillizik, his sister, hopped the thin canyon wall between her landing place in the adjacent canyon and SearAll's exposed rear flank. Both his siblings rushed towards SearAll, their wings cocked to allow upright movement with both front claws spread and extended to tear him limb from limb.
   SickFlame leapt into the air as a crackling bolt of slightly grey lightning shot from the Talons on SearAlls hand and sliced into his soft underbelly where the soft scales still afforded little protection. Whimpering SickFlame dove into a canyon several dragonlengths away braving the Maze while the others continued the fight.
   SearAll whirled to face his sister just in time to take her charge. Both her foreclaws tore at his wings and sides, his own claws tore at her flesh. The Talons dug deeper than his own immature claws opening her side. Blood shot from the she wyrm's flank. The wound, just under her left wing, caused her to cry out in sincere pain. Ashillizik jumped back as SearAll pressed his attacks, pushing forward toward her only a few steps before she once again held her ground. He had almost forgotten his second brother Vellisix. SearAll once again called the magic of the Talons, this time to strike down Ashillizik, when Vellisix pounced on him forcing SearAll to the ground. The bolt of deadly electricity flowed into the hard ground with a loud crack, lifting both dragons for a single moment. With SearAll pinned under the bulk of his largest sibling, Ashillizik and Vellisix began to rip and tear the defiant youth's hide and wings, using teeth and claw to open his open his flesh and devour their own kin. That moment Vuathyreorxis dropped with a loud thump into the plateau above the battle. Seeing the elder wyrm, both young dragons turned and raced through the narrow canyons on foot to avoid the wrath they sensed would soon come.
   Gently, BurnClaw picked his son and probed him for life. His ragged breath, barely audible, was the only evidence of life in SearAll's broken form. BurnClaw administered what potions and magic he had to revive and restore his child as he lay dying in the great dragon's blackened claw. The breath slowed and finally quit in SearAll's damaged lungs, BurnClaw flew the dying young wyrm to his lair and nearly reached it's quickest entrance before the viscious wounds finished their work. BurnClaw laid the child on his piled hoard and, with an echoed and thoroughly frightening cry of anguish and hatred, took to the sky to hunt the remainder of his brood.