Break 7 - Taran Ullivarn

Honor thy father.

The warmage sat in a quiet room above the tavern at a small table. Across from him sat a ghost from his past. His father, the great Dragonslayer Terrath Ullivarn, was there. Flesh and blood, alive and kicking.

...and when I woke up, I was here. I managed to...

His father continued to talk and while Taran half-listened, his attention was specifically elsewhere.

Taran had remembered the tears in his eyes and his prayers to Boccob at his father's death. How he heard his mother's sobs through the thin walls of their house in Meeran's Dell. That moment of insight and determination that had caught Boccob's eye. The need to destroy that which had taken his father from him and his family - to slaughter every dragon in All That Is!

And now? Taran didn't know how to feel. His motivation for all these years - the endless training, the tiresome studies, working his fingers in scale mail until they bled. All for the memory of a man who was now no longer a memory. All this new information, plus the urgency of their quest, caused Taran's head to pound painfully.

...and then during the Brothers' war, the dragons came to their aid...

There was no time. He needed an army to fight against Coleworth and all the agents of Chaos currently surrounding Bastion. Rhys and he had gathered a front, but they wouldn't stand up against.... - Wait! What did Dad just say?