Whispers of Neriscyrlas

The dragon Neriscyrlas clung to life with stubborn persistence, struggling against the decay that wore down her flesh, bones, and soul. Apparently not even death could stand in the path of a will so motivated. The dragon's skull is as hollow and lifeless as a chunk of pitted driftwood, but every so often the whisper of some distant voice echoes from its depths, begging to be cradled in battle.