BurnClaw

   The vultures and other carrion-eating creatures had nearly cleaned the bones of Jusfilinius and had exposed the treasures secreted inside WilyWyrm's stomach. Several golden and silver wands and staves had lain in the belly of the bronze and now lay scattered among the bone and scales along with a sealed steel box. In a hurry, BurnClaw snatched up the items, placing them in his sack and winged high into the atmosphere to return home.
   He regurgatated the many precious items into his hoard, added the scrolls and tomes to his own library, and set about identifying the magics gained from Jusfilinius and opening the sealed, steel chest. Only two of the rods and staves were of any particular importance, the rest being minor items used to create comforts for the roving bronze on his unending mission. The sealed coffer was incredibly difficult to open. No matter what magic or power he used, BurnClaw could not force the box to reveal it's contents. The Orb's magic couldn't penetrate the wards to allow him to see what lie hidden in the steel chest. The Talons couldn't dispel the powerful seal holding BurnClaw from his prize. Though combined efforts to contact the soul of the deceased wyrm allowed BurnClaw to find the key to the box. He required the claw of WilyWyrm and knowledge of the command word. He sent an elemental to aquire the remainder of the bronze dragon's corpse and studied the wands, rods and staves that had been with the box for a hint to the command word. He never found one.
   Several nights after he had given up hope of ever opening the box, a young ogre mage, dressed in deep blue flowing robes and gold chains holding his white hair in a braid, appeared in his lair and asked to see the box. Vuathyreorxis exhaled his fire breath at the young man who simply pulled the edges of his robe around him and awaited the end of the flame bath. When BurnClaw had exhausted his breath, the ogre mage smiled and spoke a strange word under his breath. The stone set upon the steel coffer jumped a few times, then popped out of the hole and landed beside it. From the hole stepped a pitch black imp and a patch of steam. Both flitted quickly into the robe of the young mage and all three disappeared. BurnClaw sat stunned for a moment then examined the hole, which still the steel box. The sealed chest lay open in the bottom of the hole and still contained a wand and an ancient book. The wand was a simple stick of ash carved with eyes all along it's length. The book appeared as old as the one taken from Lady StoneBoil by his son, SearAll.
   But, BurnClaw had lost interest in learning new magic and perfecting his abilities. He sought only to sleep and dream. He awoke rarely to eat and to protect his territory from other dragons. He left the cyclops to their own devices, though he would help any he happened to see in need when he was scouting for food, he no longer arose from his lair to protect them. He had lost interest in life and sought only to remember and to dream.

   When the other dragons gathered to plan their war upon the gods, BurnClaw was asleep. When they sought him out and asked for his assistance, he sent them away. So, when the other dragons of the world were suffering the Ban, BurnClaw was placed in a deep stasis and covered in a shell of solid stone to await the Day of Awakening.
   The last of his breed and the oldest dragon on the planet, Vuathyreorxis is the only red dragon to have survived the Ban. When the red dragons and the other chromatic dragons of evil joined together and attempted to wrest control and power from the gods, Vuathyreorxis refused to join the dragon horde and returned to his lair to await the result. Knowing the gods would punish all dragonkind for the rebellion should they fail and the dragons would return to slay him should they win, Vuathyreorxis quietly went to sleep waiting for his end. But the rebellion was destroyed due to the interferance of the Overseer of the Gods, ShadowStorm, who broke the wyrm host and chased the remaining chromatic dragons back to their lairs. Only a few dragons were able to flee into the Plane of Shadow and even into the Abyss, though many good dragons were called to the planes of light and life and were unaffected by the unimaginable force of ShadowStorm's Ban. The wave of magic tore across the world turning all dragons to stone, including GrinSkull, an ancient red who continued to battle several avatars over the Inner Sea. The only unaffected wyrm was BurnClaw whose loyalty to nature and neutrality had never wavered. Due to his choice to remain true to the ancient bargain struck between the gods and dragons, Vuathyreorxis was allowed to live, but his slumber continued unabated until the power of the Ban disappated.
   Now millenia later, Shade and Shine have replaced ShadowStorm as Overseers of the pantheon and the power of the Ban has faded so much even those related to the original members of the draconic horde have been able to return to the plane from the Abyss and the realm of shadows. Now, no dragons of either the chromatic or metallic races survive. As ShadowStorm released his energy into the planet and the seal around this plane, he prophesied his return and said the twin souls in which his power would grow were to be born in the year of BurnClaw's Awakening.