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Bloody hells. There they were. That their assailants had managed to stay hidden in spite of Iralux's light spoke to the competence of those they now dealt with. Or perhaps there was still some sort of trickery at work here...time would tell. "Mind the terrain as you engage!" Leovold hollered to...

All as expected. Dimly glowing eyes met Tuon's first, taking into consideration her suggestion, then Satia's. Leovold grinned confidently. "Good. Then there's no sense hiding any longer, is there? Shield your eyes," Leovold stated matter-of-factly, placing his hand on the back of his dragon's...

A good head on this one's shoulders, despite her novice. "Agreed. With the smaller ones dispatched, the larger one should be no match for a pair of true dragons. When you slow them, Ira and I will--" Leovold's words were cut off suddenly. A distant, otherworldly, warbling roar rung out from the...

The Wingmates fell in, and it wasn't long before three of them had landed before the so-called Ravine of Death. It didn't take much more than a peak for Leovold to be reminded of exactly why the Jarlax had been so keen to hole up there in the first place. It was riddled with hiding places and...

Thrashing and complaining from Iralux had already begun before Eira had touched down on the dragon's back. He had other things to worry about than an uninvited ally, namely the Nephilon brute he was currently scrapping with. More vile humour spilled from the skirmisher that had tried to assail...

Smoldering eyes flared bright as Leovold observed the flock of wyverns enter the fray. Vermin, that's all they were, but troublesome vermin nonetheless. No sooner had the beasts descended upon the recruits had chaos broken out, wyverns and dragons sparring with all the ferocity one would expect...

"Ravine of Death it is," Leovold laughed. "That name hasn't been of any consequence in decades. Not since the Jarlax infestation was cleared out of it. This shall be a cake walk, plain and simple." Further assessments came from the other two women. Satia stated the obvious and Eira continued...

Leovold ran a hand through his hair as he reassessed the map. The novices were using their brains...what a novel concept. "Indeed, it is obvious. The most practical solutions usually are. Look at our own fair city: nestled in the natural fortress of mountains. They're easy to defend, and easier...

Leovold simply sat atop Iralux, circling and bored, his dragon growing evermore antsy as time passed. With each passing moment it seemed like yet more tardy, ascended stragglers showed up to the party, and each fresh arrival only served to add to the itch of irritation that gnawed at Leovold...

Leovold's eyes rapidly traced the number of enemies quickly moving in. Seven in total, approaching fast. Four were barely bigger than he was, darting about erratically on the wind; skirmishers...they'd be running distraction for the larger ones, or trying to pull Leovold out of his saddle. Two...

Iralux took his own turn to wander off and drink while Leovold rolled out the map. He pondered it a moment, tapping the obvious conclusion. "Based on our proximity to the mountains, I'd wager that an egg might be nestled among them. Perhaps a in a cave. Natural citadels don't get much more...

By now Iralux had fully given up on any dreams of a tussle with Argoroth. Had the sun dragon been paying any attention Argoroth's continued aggression might've riled him up once again, but now Leo only sensed a general feeling of boredom and disappointment through their bond. "Apparently...

Beyond that initial strike, there was little Leovold could do to aid Eira in saving herself and her dragon from the Thagretian spawn that had latched on to the Malennis duo. Even so, Leovold had readied his lance and wheeled back around towards Tyafainne, waiting for an opportunity to charge in...

Flying to their starting position was a perfectly mundane task. The map was easy to follow and led to a fairly obvious landmark--sensible for the operation their wing would soon embark on. Leovold cast the hand signals Vhagor had long since beaten into his brain as the quartet of dragons soared...

The beast assailing Tyafainne let loose a horrid, warbling howl that sounded much like two different creatures bellowing in concert. It seemed to pay no heed to its destroyed limb, fighting only to slay its prey. The monstrosity clawed and dug its digits into the moon dragon's scales, trying for...