Fall, 1341
“I had to kill some humans who attacked me the other day.” Meratezatgh announced when Logan visited, casually tossing a crumpled helm at the Forester of Stanton. “Who the hell are these guys?”
The battered piece of metal bounced a few times before resting at Logan’s feet.
“They rode terror birds- seemed like a Royal Patrol?” The dragon continued. “What are the Royals doing in Pometia? Didn’t we drive them out more than a decade ago?”
Logan looked at the headgear. It had a unique gilded crest with the remains of an ornate plume. Antium. “Mera.” The Forester interrupted. “That was an Imperial Patrol.”
The dragon looked back blankly at his companion. “Huh?”
“Things have changed. The Walkers are weakening. Now the Jamersonians are raiding out from Antium, and they want to assert their control of all Nalbin.”
“The Auxian royalty is falling?”
“Yes. There is civil war.”
“When did this begin?”
“A few years after the Scarlet Plague. It’s been going on for five years now, but last year the rebellion finally spread to the Southern Coast.”
Mera fell silent for a few minutes. It looked like he hadn’t been paying attention, and was surprised by the news.
The dragon finally uttered a single word: “Huh.” Then he shrugged. “Well I could get rid of them.”
“Please don’t.”
“Why not?”
Logan sighed. “Stanton’s been hurt over the last few years. We’ve lost a lot of friends and comrades during the last few years, Mera. I’m sick of the slaughter. The war hasn’t reached the River Triangle, and I hope it won’t. That means keeping quiet.”
The dragon looked at the Forester like he sprouted two heads. “They were hostile to me, Logan.”
“And you got rid of them. They’ll learn.”
“Are you sure about that?”
“There’s no value in them initiating more conflict than they can handle.”
Mera shook his head in exasperation. “I don’t know, but I guess you know best about your people, Logan.”
Ludwig Göransson and Don Toliver - Flames of Fortune
From
TheDinosaurMann!
“I had to kill some humans who attacked me the other day.” Meratezatgh announced when Logan visited, casually tossing a crumpled helm at the Forester of Stanton. “Who the hell are these guys?”
The battered piece of metal bounced a few times before resting at Logan’s feet.
“They rode terror birds- seemed like a Royal Patrol?” The dragon continued. “What are the Royals doing in Pometia? Didn’t we drive them out more than a decade ago?”
Logan looked at the headgear. It had a unique gilded crest with the remains of an ornate plume. Antium. “Mera.” The Forester interrupted. “That was an Imperial Patrol.”
The dragon looked back blankly at his companion. “Huh?”
“Things have changed. The Walkers are weakening. Now the Jamersonians are raiding out from Antium, and they want to assert their control of all Nalbin.”
“The Auxian royalty is falling?”
“Yes. There is civil war.”
“When did this begin?”
“A few years after the Scarlet Plague. It’s been going on for five years now, but last year the rebellion finally spread to the Southern Coast.”
Mera fell silent for a few minutes. It looked like he hadn’t been paying attention, and was surprised by the news.
The dragon finally uttered a single word: “Huh.” Then he shrugged. “Well I could get rid of them.”
“Please don’t.”
“Why not?”
Logan sighed. “Stanton’s been hurt over the last few years. We’ve lost a lot of friends and comrades during the last few years, Mera. I’m sick of the slaughter. The war hasn’t reached the River Triangle, and I hope it won’t. That means keeping quiet.”
The dragon looked at the Forester like he sprouted two heads. “They were hostile to me, Logan.”
“And you got rid of them. They’ll learn.”
“Are you sure about that?”
“There’s no value in them initiating more conflict than they can handle.”
Mera shook his head in exasperation. “I don’t know, but I guess you know best about your people, Logan.”
Ludwig Göransson and Don Toliver - Flames of Fortune
From
TheDinosaurMann!
Category Artwork (Digital) / Doodle
Species Dragon (Other)
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