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DRACONIAN MEASURES

Volume 2 of Kang’s Regiment

By Don Perrin & Margaret Weis

Chapter One

Kang lay flat on his belly, his huge scaled body crushing the long grass beneath

him. He gripped his battle-axe in his clawed hand. He had spread his wings to cover his

arms and his torso so that no errant beam of sunshine would flash off his armor or his

scales to reveal his location. He could see nothing except grass, and because he'd

been lying here over an hour, he'd come to know the grass really well. It was long and

brownish green and slightly sticky and it made an irritating clicking sound when the wind

blew.

Kang had come to know all the sounds of his surroundings quite well, too, in

these past slow-moving minutes. He'd thought the late summer's day silent when he

had first taken up his position, but now the noise drummed in his head. Cicadas buzzed

frantically, for no good reason that Kang could tell, perhaps trying to find some way to

avoid the coming of winter and death. Crickets chirped mindlessly; no sense, crickets.

Tree frogs burbled and gulped. The dry grass rustled in the wind. Kang lay there, hating

them all collectively and individually and fighting against the urge to yell at them,

demand that they all shut up. He was listening for two sounds—the flapping of goblin

feet and the rattle of goblin armor, and he couldn't hear a thing with the flora and fauna

making this blasted racket.

Kang couldn't see the other members of his command group. He couldn't hear

them, either, which pleased him but did not surprise him. Slith lay several paces to the

right. The sivak draconian was Kang's second-in-command. Slith could have also worn

the ranks of Best Friend, Adviser, and Confidant, if such ranks had existed among the

First Dragonarmy Draconian Engineers. Granak, the newly promoted standard bearer,

lay behind Kang. Granak was a giant sivak— huge even by draconian standards. He

would be holding his sword in one hand and the precious standard in the other, the

standard that bore the symbol of the First Engineers—a black field with a mailed fist

holding crossed pick and hammer. Other draconian warriors lay close by, waiting,

listening.

Late afternoon. The sun was starting to slide down the bowl of the sky, but it was

still hot. Lizards basked in the hot sun, dozing, sleeping. Draconians are not lizards,

although they have some resemblance to lizards—big seven-foot lizards that walk

humanlike on two legs and wield sword and spear with more skill than most humans.

Born of the eggs of the metallic dragons, which were perverted by evil magic long ago

during the War of the Lance, draconians had been Queen Takhisis's shock troops, her

best and most feared soldiers. The draconian armies had confidently believed that they

were going to win the War of the Lance and it had come as quite a shock to them when

they didn't.

Not only had they lost, but after the war, they had been abandoned by the

Queen's commanders. Abandoned to be harried and hunted by the cursed Solamnic

Knights, the thrice-cursed elves and the other so-called races of Light, with no help from

those on the side of Darkness. Strong, powerful, gifted with the intelligence and magicks

of their unwitting parents—gold, silver, bronze and brass dragons—the draconians had

been viewed as a danger to all of mankind since there was no longer a use for them in

the war.

Some draconian bands had turned to robbery and murder to make their way in

the world. Kang had predicted what would happen to those who tried to live that sort of

life and his predictions had proved true. They were slaughtered. If the war had taught

Kang anything, it was that life was precious and fleeting. He had kept his command

together and he led them into the Kharolis Mountains, far from civilization. He had

hoped that the world would leave them alone.

After all, their race was doomed. They were dying out, and after them there

would be no more. A race created by magic, brought forth from the stolen eggs of

metallic dragons, draconians could not breed, they could not reproduce, due to the fact

that there were no draconian females. Only males had been born from the dragon eggs,

or so it was believed; the Dark Queen's commanders having reasoned that such

powerful beings as draconians should be around only as long as they were needed.

They could be easily removed when their usefulness had ended.

The world owes us this much, Kang thought. Just to be left alone . . .

"Sir!" came a hissing sound.

Kang's eyes blinked open. His body jerked with the alarmed, panicked feeling

experienced by those who fall asleep and don't mean to.

"Sir," came Slith's smothered whisper and Kang thought that he heard a

suspicious chuckle, "you were snoring!"

Furious at himself—Kang would have tongue-lashed and demoted the tail off any

of his men caught snoozing in such a situation—Kang concentrated grimly on the task

at hand. He could make excuses for himself. He couldn't recall the last night he'd had a

really good sleep. But he would not have accepted such an excuse from any of his men,

and he damn well wouldn't accept it from himself. To make matters worse, a fly landed

on his snout. Kang twitched his snout, and the fly flew off. The blamed insect continued

to buzz around him, however, adding its irritating sound to the cacophony of rustles,

clicks, buzzes, and blurps.

Kang had been dreaming of their home in the mountains, the draconians' fortress

home that had gone up in smoke. He had been dreaming of the pesky dwarves, who

had been their neighbors—the draconians' bane at the beginning and, in the end, the

draconians' blessing. The dwarves raided the draconians. The draconians raided the

dwarves. Back and forth for years. Then came the Chaos War. The First Dragonarmy

Engineers had marched out to offer their services to the Dark Knights of Takhisis. Their

services had been accepted. They had been put to digging latrines. Angry and insulted,

Kang and his engineers had left the army. They had returned to their home, only to find

that in their absence, the dwarves had set fire to their dwellings.

But out of the ashes of that tragedy had risen a blessing. Through a series of odd

circumstances that Kang, looking back on, now saw were the result of the guiding hand

of his Dark Queen. The dwarves had led the draconians to a treasure worth more than

all the jewels in the Dark Queen's navel. Only a few miles from where Kang and his men

lay in the long grass, waiting to ambush the goblins that had been following them and

harassing them and killing them for months now, was a group of twenty draconian

females.

Over a year old, they were almost full-grown, as near as Kang could tell. They

were not yet of breeding age and he had no idea how long it would be before they were.

He seemed to recall hearing that female metallic dragons did not start to breed until

they were over fifty years old. Kang hoped that female draconians would be somewhat

quicker to develop, else there might not be any males left alive to do their part. But he

knew full well that there were some things that could not be hurried. Meanwhile, the

females were the salvation of his race, the future of his race. He kept them as he would

have kept any valuable treasure—under close guard, confined to quarters, watched day

and night.

It had all seemed so simple, in the beginning. Kang had decided that they would

leave the Kharolis Mountains and travel north to found their own city. They had a map,

given to them by a dwarf, that showed an abandoned dwarven stone city named Teyr

just ready for the taking. Once inside Teyr, a city with walls and guard towers and gates,

a city that could be defended, the draconians would be safe from attack. They would be

free to breed and raise their children, free to set up shops and taverns, smithies and

mills, free to live as every other race on Krynn lived—looking to the future.

The draconians had left the Kharolis Mountains and traveled across the Plains of

Dust, covering the first hundred miles in just two weeks. Then, out of nowhere, came

the goblins. Kang's small force was attacked by hordes of the accursed creatures.

Descending out of the north, the goblins hit the draconians hard. For a month, Kang and

his soldiers and the precious baby females were pinned down, holed up in a farmstead

that they had fortified. They remained there until the food ran out and winter began

setting in. They could leave or starve to death.

Breaking out of the siege, they had traveled no farther than twenty miles when

winter weather forced the cold-susceptible draconians to seek shelter for the remainder

of the season. The goblin attacks abated during that winter, but never ceased entirely.

Goblins were always on hand to ambush draconian patrols, pick off draconian hunting

parties. Spring dawned late in the south that year. Kang moved his force north ten miles

at a time. They had little food, were forced to forage for extended periods just to find

enough for them and their oxen, who hauled the now nearly empty supply wagons.

The First Draconian Engineers had been on the move for over a year now, but

they had traveled only a few hundred miles in that time.

Other military units would have broken under the strain. Kang's draconians held

together. Kang had sworn an oath to the rest of his command that he would keep the

females alive and provide a safe home for their children. The rest of the regiment had

sworn the same. To a draconian, they had kept that oath.

The regiment was now south of Kari-Khan by some fifty miles, or so his ancient

map indicated, in the foothills of the Khur Mountains. Their destination was another

hundred and fifty miles beyond that. Kang's current objective was to reach a road that

led northeast and then east, exactly the direction that they were heading. Kang could

move his forces along at an accelerated pace on the road and possibly even put some

distance between him and the goblins.

The rolling foothills and plains of tall grass would give Kang his chance to halt the

goblins, drive them back, allowing him to make dash for the road fifty miles north. The

draconians had taken casualties in the fighting during the past year. For every

draconian that had fallen, ten goblins had died, but still they hung on, like starving

wolves to a bloody haunch. Kang had never known goblins to be so persistent, so

dedicated to a cause.

Someone more feared than draconians must be behind the goblins. Someone

holding a whip of flame. Kang just wished he knew who that someone was. He'd take

that whip and shove it up...

Kang raised his head a fraction, sniffed the air. He shook his head ruefully. He

needn't have bothered straining his ears. The smell of goblin—like rotting, maggot-

covered meat—tickled his snout, much like the fly. The smell was close and coming

closer.

Kang saw Slith lift his head cautiously, look toward his commander. Kang

touched his nose. Slith nodded, pointed south, toward the tree line some fifty yards

away.

Kang waited. An ambush works only when the prey is in the trap and not before.

He forced himself to be patient when what he really wanted to do was to rise up,

screaming, and launch his attack.

He began to count silently to himself. "One, two, three ..." His hand gripped the

shaft of his fighting axe. The wood was warm in the sun. His count continued. He

wondered, idly, if it was true that gully dwarves could not count past two. "—one

hundred ninety-nine, two hundred."

Kang hoisted himself out of the grass. He looked across the glade. A hundred

goblins had crossed out of the wood line and were no more than twenty-five yards

distant. The other draconians of his command squad, hidden in the grass, stared up at

Kang in glittering-eyed expectation, hands clutching their weapons, fangs bared, tails

twitching.

Notoriously shortsighted, the squint-eyed goblins were slow to notice the seven-

foot bozak draconian that had just risen in front of them. They kept inarching. Then one

of the goblins turned its piss-yellow face in Kang's direction. He saw its squinty eyes

widen in terror, its mouth open.

"Regiment... charge!" Kang shouted.

Draconians sprang up like fast-growing weeds. Lethal weeds, as far as the

goblins were concerned. To the right of Kang was First Squadron, numbering nearly

seventy draconians. Second Squadron was to his left with sixty. Together, the two

squadrons and Kang's command group charged the startled enemy.

Goblins fight with spears and scythe-like swords that are crudely made. The

draconians had learned that an ugly, rusted, notched goblin blade could kill just as

surely as the finely polished blade of the most spit-and-polished Solamnic. Goblins also

use short bows to fire arrows as long as they can maintain range on their opponents.

Goblin archery was not the most accurate in the world, but a volley of arrows that fills

the air like wasps from a plundered hive is bound to hit something. Kang had lost over

fifty draconians during their running battles with the goblins. He had not come to respect

the goblins. He had come to actively hate them.

Kang ran ahead of his bodyguard, lunging to attack the still stunned goblins. One

of the yellow-skinned, splayed-legged, slobbering-mouthed creatures jabbed at him with

a spear. A blow from Kang's axe split the spear in two and a well-placed kick caved in

the goblin's chest and sent him flying. Kang's axe caught a second goblin in the ribs.

Blood gushed and the goblin crumpled like a wet sack.

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