Part of Aivrid didn't want to go to Bhathairk. It was far from his dealings in Amol-Kalit and the Seret Mountains, and he knew little about the current state of affairs in the great orc city. But he supposed that was part of the appeal -- he was here to expand his influence to a place that he knew little of and that knew little of him. According to the rules, he wasn't really supposed to be showing up at places in the flesh, but he had been invited personally, and who was he to turn down some orcish hospitality?
He did learn a little more about clan Mhartoc, though. Aivrid's run-in with Urzog wasn't something he remembered very well -- well, some parts he remembered, but he didn't particularly remember Urzog unfortunately. Still, he wasn't one to forget a name. Clan Mhartoc was known for their beast taming prowess, which made sense considering Urzog's hunt for an antlion. A master might be able to properly tame such a creature. The proverb "Ride on a Mhartoc, and you will only have to ride halfway" was quite the sell for their products, and he was eager to see what beasts they had tamed.
Even so, there were faster ways to travel than a mount. The skystreams were the greatest transportation systems in the world. Despite his many attempts to divine more of their nature, he had yet to find a way to replicate the skystreams. Thankfully Bhathairk was close enough to the ending of one of them -- the time it'd taken to get there from his domain was short enough.
The dull day in the orcish city was broken by the roar of the black behemoth from far above. Aivrid was no savage beast like some among dragonkind, but a little roar would alert the people of the city to his presence. A slight tilt in his flight caused him to bank to the left, and the wyrm glided a few times around the city; the last time the tip of his wing nearly touched Bhathairk's walls. The air seemed to change, not just due to the movement of the great dragon, but his presence as he landed in a field outside the city's gate. This was the site of a great event, surely, heralded by the arrival of a leviathan of unparalleled size and power. Aivrid stood tall, his neck raised such that he could see all the city -- and all the city could see him.
Knowing they could hear him, he made his address. "Urzog of Clan Mhartoc," he boomed, "I am Aivrid of the Seret, and I am sure you know why I am here." Whispers and rumours traveled quickly through the streets -- was this some greater being that had been tamed by the great Mhartocs? Their status as legendary beast-tamers was surely well earned if that were the case.
He did learn a little more about clan Mhartoc, though. Aivrid's run-in with Urzog wasn't something he remembered very well -- well, some parts he remembered, but he didn't particularly remember Urzog unfortunately. Still, he wasn't one to forget a name. Clan Mhartoc was known for their beast taming prowess, which made sense considering Urzog's hunt for an antlion. A master might be able to properly tame such a creature. The proverb "Ride on a Mhartoc, and you will only have to ride halfway" was quite the sell for their products, and he was eager to see what beasts they had tamed.
Even so, there were faster ways to travel than a mount. The skystreams were the greatest transportation systems in the world. Despite his many attempts to divine more of their nature, he had yet to find a way to replicate the skystreams. Thankfully Bhathairk was close enough to the ending of one of them -- the time it'd taken to get there from his domain was short enough.
The dull day in the orcish city was broken by the roar of the black behemoth from far above. Aivrid was no savage beast like some among dragonkind, but a little roar would alert the people of the city to his presence. A slight tilt in his flight caused him to bank to the left, and the wyrm glided a few times around the city; the last time the tip of his wing nearly touched Bhathairk's walls. The air seemed to change, not just due to the movement of the great dragon, but his presence as he landed in a field outside the city's gate. This was the site of a great event, surely, heralded by the arrival of a leviathan of unparalleled size and power. Aivrid stood tall, his neck raised such that he could see all the city -- and all the city could see him.
Knowing they could hear him, he made his address. "Urzog of Clan Mhartoc," he boomed, "I am Aivrid of the Seret, and I am sure you know why I am here." Whispers and rumours traveled quickly through the streets -- was this some greater being that had been tamed by the great Mhartocs? Their status as legendary beast-tamers was surely well earned if that were the case.
