Tag: Fieravene White Swallow | Open to Empire
If you want something done properly... you send a dragon.
Despite the dragon's immense size and majesty, his black scales could often hide him under the cover of darkness. The little ones would be happily eating their dinners with their families, or setting up camp to rest, missing every sign of the great being's passing. Then everything around them would be consumed by his flames, and Aivrid would watch and laugh as they screamed in horror, their flesh peeling, their bodies piling. If you want something done properly... you send a dragon.
Today he was not here to hide, nor was he here to burn -- but should the Shtakmat State prove themselves fools, perhaps they were not worthy of joining the Empire.
The behemoth tore over the desert sands, the dunes seeming to part in his wake. As the castle Shtakmat came into his view, he wondered again why the little creatures even tried to build such high walls, when they knew it could not protect them from dragons. Nonetheless the dragon continued, knowing that now that he could see the castle, its guards would soon be able to see him as well.
Aivrid pulled up as he approached the castle, soaring and circling overhead -- for a moment he blocked out the midday sun from the view of the men below. After several minutes, long enough for those below to be convinced that the dragon was not here to attack, Aivrid descended to the castle's entrance, setting down a hundred meters outside the gates. They had been told to expect an envoy from the Empire, not a great wyrm. The stood tall, his neck raised above the castle's walls.
The rest of his entourage would arrive soon, but it was important that they saw the dragon first.