the dragonslayers come from a long clan of the slayers who were ravaged by rampaging wild dragons that destroyed villages with their unbearably hot fire and unusually strong strength (

), and although most of the slayers wanted peace, a big bunch of them wanted to destroy the dragons but although slayers had a lot of strength too, they weren't able to match the dragon's biggest advantage - their flight. A secret group was formed, cloaked in the night and all participants named themselves the "dragonslayers". they had their own shaman, who had mystical powers that were as dangerous as any warrior, but were subtle enough to hide from a slayer enemy's point of view (most slayers regarded humans as common rabble, so you can see why they didn't think of humans when regarding enemies, which turned out to be a mistake by their part later on in the story). they were able to move things at will, explore into a person's body and impose their will on it, read a person's mind, if that person was touching them, send powerful strikes of whichever form they wish, but most importantly was their ability to shield - any shaman without proper shielding technique was unable to be worthy enough in battle, because without a shield, anyone with mystical powers would be able to control an unshielded individual's mind, kill them, or do whatever they wish to them.
their own battle-hardened warriors were warriors who had lost their honour and were banished from the army because they had killed dragons in offence, and late at night while they were sleeping, the dragonslayers approached them with an offer they just couldn't refuse. With the warriors, their life was simply based on brutal training day after day, and in battle, nothing was more effective than their deadly swords and hardened muscles that could cleave a helmet in two and bash straight through the sturdiest plate armour. They were usually smiths, practicing their smithing until almost every smith was a perfect one, enabling them to have powerful, enduring weapons and their and the army's disposal.
The archers were accurate and agile to the point of being a blur in movement, while they use their deadly bows to sharp-shoot anybody foolish enough to remain in their line of sight, and anyone who got close enough was rewarded by either a crossbow bolt in the heart (or head, whichever) or their poisoned daggers which could paralyze opponents in 3 seconds and kill them in 10 more seconds, unless the antidote is administered to the victim's body, but the victim will still remain paralyzed for a couple of days before recovering.
Ironically, the savior of them was a slayer who liked dragons. One day, he found a wounded dragon and took him home and hid him from his parents because although he was a dragonslayer, he supported the peace theory most people had on their minds, and the only reason he joined the dragonslayers was because his parents forced him to, and they threatened to disown him and banish him from the slayers clan if he didn't join the dragonslayers and get those "idiotic notions" out of his head before a dragon came on him and obliterated him. He tended to the wounded dragon and cured it almost back to normal. Of course, he couldn't keep it a secret from his friends, and he knew they supported his theory of peace, so he was sharing the news on the dragon with them when one day, a scout of the dragonslayers overheard him talking about it to his friends, and went back reporting what he knew to their shaman.
i could go on with this story i wrote before, but now isn't the time (and this isn't the post, is it?), so this was just a brief history about the dragonslayers.
sorry, i was in a mood so i usually write when i'm mad.
too short for a name though, isn't it?
