BurnClaw

   Instead of readying to take the charge, BurnClaw stepped out of the way, though it looked and felt more like the Talons pulled him to the side. WilyWyrm couldn't change direction that quickly with his shredded wings and continued his forward motion at breakneck speed. BurnClaw swung an over hand blow at the neck of the charging dragon and missed terribly. His claw landed on the wyrm's back and pushed him far to the right.
   Jusfilinis saw his doom racing toward him too late. The momentum of his charge carried him in the new direction, right out the entrance to the lair and into midair, where his torn wings had no hope of saving him from the long drop to the base of the mountain. BurnClaw faintly heard the thunderous impact of his enemy hitting solid stone hundreds of feet below before passing out in the large chamber.
   When BurnClaw awoke, he surveyed the damage caused by the long battles. The chamber in which he stood had been burned, scarred and ravaged. Several piles of melted precious metals, that were once stackes of coins, many powdered gems, broken items, ashy bones and scales, and torn, melted stone littered the huge cavern. He slowly made his way to the edge of the precipice, having only partially recovered from his wounds and still very weak with exhaustion. At first glance it seemed to be a red dragon splattered against the sharp rocks, but the sun struck a scale from the bronze wyrm revealing the true identity of the very deceased dragon. A sad end to a dragon who had eliminated more chromatic dragons than any of his generation. The wise and strategically brilliant dragon had finally fallen victim to his own vast mission. Now nothing but a bronze and red smear upon the foothills of the Dragonjaw Range, Jusfilinius had executed hundreds of dragons and his reputation had caused more than one ancient wyrm to run leaving a uncalculable treasure behind on the hint of being WilyWyrm's next target.
   BurnClaw didn't care about the treasure lying scattered near the broken form, or the favor he had done for his race. His thoughts focused on the son he had lost and the part the dead bronze had in that fate. He had avenged himself upon the responsible parties, the bronze who had separated him from his son, the red dragon who had never allowed them to have a true relationship, and his own brood who had slain SearAll and fled to their mother's protective embrace. BurnClaw needed time to recover from near death and couldn't spare the energy to return to his own lair to rest. He doubted any of his or his mate's rivals would know of the battle let alone it's outcome. He hoped to have time to heal before any of them came to look.

   At first, he had not wanted anything from the immense hoard lying several chambers deeper than the large chamber he occupied, but after a few days of watching out the cave opening his curious nature prevailed. Not one being, giant, dragon or otherwise, had come to investigate the dead dragon at the base of the mountain, nor the flocks of vultures who had come in droves to feed upon the carcass of WilyWyrm. That fact gave BurnClaw confidence in the fear still generated by Lady StoneBoil's deadly reputation. He dared not leave the lair until he was prepared to leave, but decided he had ample opportunity to examine the treasures surrounding him. First he found the scrying device used by his one time mate, an oversized pearl enchanted to show the viewer's desired location without any indication of unnatural presence. Many scrolls and spellbooks lay exposed where SearAll had circumvented the wards placed by his mother, he quickly leafed through the most interesting tomes and scanned the scrolls. He sought more potent items and precious treasures than simple spells. Though he did bind them in a leather sack he found among the stacks of coins and placed it near the enterance with the Orb of the Unseeing Eye, the true name of the scrying pearl. He continued to search the piled treasure and hidden caches for new and powerful magics, but found little to expand his already uncountable treasure. Not one to waste any oppurtunity, BurnClaw separated the most valuable mundane items; gems, rare and precious coins, durable object d'art and small exquisite statuary. All these he placed in a moderate pile against the wall in the Lady's bedchamber.
   BurnClaw had no interest in the Lady's lair, territory or the bulk of her hoard. Too many dragons lived near the region and many races of giants and trolls called the area home. Such a popular and populous territory was much to active for the laid back and relaxed attitude of BurnClaw. Waiting for recovery was causing him to grow more and more paranoid, until he could only relax after surveying the entire horizon from the mouth of the lair. He also began to test the powers of the Orb by viewing his territory, spying on the cyclops and even sending his vision around the wards in place to protect his lair from remote intrusion. He poked around for another hidden cache to peruse or a new tunnel to explore until nearly two weeks after the battle, when he finally felt well enough to return to his own land. Thanks to the Talons, his recovery had been hastened to nearly half as long as it would have taken without the powerful magic of TombMurk. BurnClaw went through the lair complex one last time, then swallowed the pile of precious treasures he had collected including the Orb, grabbed the leather sack and floated down to the carcass at the base of the mountain.