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Lothar nodded at the words, having heard much the same from Kaia. It was a way of thinking that he couldn't really argue against. What did you need magic for when you had a Dragon at your heel? The beasts were powerful enough to lay wastes to cities. Magic was superfluous in the face of...

Quickly he plucked free some of the things he needed, speaking as placed each item on the ground. "We were together for several weeks, at the time I met her she was with a group of your countrymen." Lothar did not mind explaining, the more he told her the more likely it was that she would offer...

Flying wasn't new to Lothar, but trusting it to something with its own thoughts was. The Dreadlord tried to remind himself that he was safe. That Kaia was in control, and even if she wasn't he knew half a dozen tricks to keep himself from falling. But it wasn't easy. Kaia would notice Lothar...

As the Dragon stared at him the Dreadlord did his best to remain looking at ease. It was not difficult, the Academy trained you to always seem like there weren't any problems at all, but finding the right balance here was tricky. Nadya needed to see him at least a bit afraid, it would be odd...

Lothar most certainly did not let go. Talia shouted something in the distance, probably about how she should be warned if there was a rapid dissent, but Lothar didn't have time to hear it. His fingers clutched tightly to Nadya, bracing himself against both the wind and the inevitable impact...

Riding on a Dragon's back seemed about as insane as...half a dozen other things that he'd experienced since coming to Malakath. He supposed in the way of things it wasn't all that strange, but the massive creature still sent his hackles up. Horses were one thing, at least he was familiar with...

"Ah." Lothar said with a frown, some pieces finally clicking into place. There was a goal here, and he had stepped into the middle of it thrust it aside. He could tell she was trying to reassure him, and a pang of guilt flickered through his chest. Lothar knew that he would have to go home...

That seems like this entire continent. Lothar mulled the answer in his mind, keeping his thoughts to himself. He had found from Kaia that the people of Thanasis held the same amount of pride for their lands as Anirian's did. There was no telling if that extended to the whole of this continent...

"I would lo-" Before he could fully answer, Makai's voice broke through the tint. Inwardly the Dreadlord cringed, though he kept the easy smile on his face. It wasn't as though this sort of thing was unusual. Back home Makai would have been praised for the diligence he was showing. Most of his...

As he reached to take Nadya's arm, she would catch the slip of one of the bandages drawing up his arm. The cotton falling away just enough to reveal the barest glimpse of an eye. It's iris a deep yellow, pupil shifting to look at the Thanasia before the Dreadlord shifted and moved behind the...

Talia glanced in the direction of the sound, frowning as she looked at Lothar with no small amount of concern. "She's looking for Dragons, ones like hers." The other Dreadlord seemed to shift uncomfortably, clearly more concerned with whatever was making the noise than the Dragon Handler before...

When she spoke of the Kivren, Lothar only nodded. They had already experienced the capriciousness of the mer-folk more than once. Dangerous in their own way, but so far perfectly self serving enough to keep them as friends. The Governor at least seemed to think the benefits outweighed the...

A little bit of tension left him as the girl stepped forward, though he could feel behind him that Talia did not do the same. "We had no idea we were in the Valley of Decay." Lothar admitted readily. "Nor do we actually know what the that is." Unlike many of his fellow Dreadlords, he'd never...

Ah fuck. He'd hoped the Dragon and it's rider would stay down there, but that was the trouble with Dragons; they could move rather fast. The moment Nadya and Kalyss began to ascend, Lothar grabbed Talia by the shoulder and motioned for her to remain calm. The Other Dreadlord scowled, pulling...

"Of course." Lothar said as he bent down and gently scooped up the heap of quills and charcoal. Each piece was carefully organized within his palms, not simply cast into a grip that would see them break or snap. His head turned towards the center of camp, and he nodded as they began to make...