Recent content by Valkanthrandilax

Few would-be burglars survived the bitterly cold Eretejva, much less managed to scale the frozen crags and mountains that held one of the hidden entrances to the dragon’s lair. Fewer still would have been able to see through the veils carefully placed over each possible entrance, delicate...

Valk here will be participating if he can

"Well met, though you are rather quick to call me wise," the dragon replied. "I am Valkanthrandilax, but you can call me Valkan if you wish. Certainly the more manageable of the two." He lied down on the shoreline nearby, letting the cool water lap at his talons. His spade-tipped tail curled up...

It was such a pity the Spine was infested with orcs and dwarves. Some of the most heavenly sights on Arethil formed in the rise and fall of lofty mounts and deep valleys dotted with glimmering lakes, and the lesser races had to tarnish it. Thank the gods they didn't have wings themselves and the...

Valkanthrandilax pondered if the attendant just gave him a backhanded compliment for a moment, eyes narrowing ever so briefly, but his attention turned to the office he was beckoned into. "Many thanks, Lord Iskandar," he replied with a quick bow, wings spreading slightly and tail coiling...

Valkanthrandilax didn’t deal in the underbelly of Alliria—or other cities, for that matter—so much, but the allure of gold was nigh irresistible. He had no qualms committing certain acts to acquire it, so long as the risk was acceptable. After all, the dragon burned many caravans to ash, tore...

“Ah, grand Alliria,” Valkan mused. He hummed as his claws swept across the canvas, with bright blues and pastels bleeding out across the white surface to fill in the morning sky. “I find the light of dawn to accentuate subjects well, but do let me know if you have a different preference.” Broad...

His eyes followed Igni's servant as she left and then returned. Ah, how useful it must have been to have one at your beck and call. Valkan hummed as he inspected the figurine. Bark was the best due to its shape, but he had the skill and energy to mold this into a canvas. He'd done far more...

Valkan just stayed stone-faced at the mention of Gerra. He didn’t know how he managed to get another dragon to agree to torch Ragash and its surroundings, and he also didn’t know if said dragon was still in his service. These servants seemed terrified enough, but as mighty as Valkanthrandilax...

Expecting the comment to be ignored or for the offender to simply scurry away, Valkan initially turned back to the weaver, who shrank back in his stall after the draconian lashed out. The runes dimmed down to a faint glow, but they were still easily visible. However, his attention was once again...

The winter months were as good a time as any for Valkan to get out of his lair. More importantly, it needed to be spruced up a bit, and Ragash's reputation for fine textiles drew his attention. A wiry black draconian weaved through the crowd, towering over the humans, sand elves, and beastmen...