Ahmol

Master of the Smeltery - Mistress of the Furnace and Living Flame

Works as a tight pair with her mate Vuldur who brings in the raw materials for smelting.

Vuldur enjoys wandering outside the lair. He has little interest in the actual engineering that goes on inside but is very keen on collecting precious stones, ores and minerals. Sometimes he can become so enamored with a piece of rock that his mate, Ahmol, needs to wrestle it out of his clasp for smelting. Sometimes it can be a hassle to get Vuldur to let go of the precious rocks and Ahmol's got scars to prove the wrestling that has taken place several times. Usually both come out having enjoyed the occasional "play fight" but every now and then it gets out of hand. The smeltery is well known for it's annual racket of roars and clashes.

As it happens, the fights can only once go too far. Vuldur suffered death in an accident at the smeltery. Whilst bringing in his usual cargo of odd bits and bobs of rock, he seemed to be hiding something, again, from Ahmol. This habit had really started to get on her nerves as it had been happening frequently lately.

The large female pushed and cornered Vuldur, demanding to see the rest of the cargo. Vuldur denied having anything more, while clutching to a small pocket on his belt. Ahmol was furious he'd insult her in such a manner, as if she'd be so stupid to not see all the obvious tells in his behaviour. Vuldur never was the most cunning dragon of the lair.

She ordered the male to give up any remaining stone, since there could be some extremely precious and urgently needed materials which would go to waste in his *trinket collection.* This in turn flared up Vuldur, who was quick to anger if you knew which buttons to press. Ahmol was hoping she could wrestle out whatever he was holding on to, like she normally would, but this time the fight was much more serious. One could tell that there were bottled up resentment fueling the lunges, strikes and charges. Years worth of rough partnership and constant one-upping finally reached its boiling point.

Since both were so preoccupied in dodging, blocking and staying alive, they did not notice their position had shifted close to larger vats that were used to smelt large quantities of recycled scrap metal. Vuldur thought he saw an opening in his mates defense, stood up onto his hind legs and prepared the large sickle-claws in his hands to bring this fight to it's end and for once, to his favor. Misjudging the agility of the female, Ahmol had instantly realised what was about to transpire next and threw her entire weight against the males chest, causing him to violently be thrown back.

Metal boomed, creaked and cracked. The structures holding a smelting vat in place gave away under the pressure of the full tank and from the impact caused by a large, heavy dragon.

Ahmol wasn't in any immediate danger, as a fire dragon she had little to worry from hot temperatures or elements that would scorch any other dragon. Vuldur wasn't so lucky, he was pinned under the falling vat and covered in molten hot metal. That was the last anyone would see of the black wind dragon. Flames, scorched scales and a scream.