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Summer, 1331
“Look!” Liza pointed towards a different part of Oakley.
From their slightly elevated vantage point, Logan’s Party watched as a barn door on the outskirts of town slid open. While the dragon squadron continued on, descending to attack the guerrilla army, a gryphon hopped out of the barn, then another. In a few minutes, two squadrons of winged eagle lions had assembled and readied themselves to fly.
It was an ambush.
Mera immediately got to his feet and began to spread his wings.
Logan saw what was happening and immediately stood up as well, standing directly in front of the bronze dragon to block his flight.
“No! We can't warn them! Again our objective is to get you to your queen. At all costs.”
Mera stopped. He gave a low whine to his companion.
“All of those people-human, Other Man, gryphon, dragon, whoever- they are already dead! They just don't know it yet before everything plays out!”
The bronze wyrm looked like the Forester had punched him in the snout.
"What we are doing will save hundreds, if not hundreds of thousands of lives, that we never see will be in danger!” Logan whispered angrily. “Focus on that, instead of trying to save those already doomed!
Mera stopped and stared at the Forester for a long time. Then the great wyrm sighed and nodded, though his jaws were set in a deep frown.
In the distance, the gryphons silently took flight, preparing to pounce upon the Tassurian dragons now burning down Oakley. All were oblivious to the commotion that had occurred on the hill behind them.
Lord de Trobliand got up. “Everyone is distracted. Now is the best time to move.”
Silently the party exited the area, almost backtracking as they put as much ground between themselves and the fighting in the shortest time possible. Only after a tense hour was it clear that the party had extricated itself from the trap, and Logan and the others were able to breathe.
As the party began to slow and scatter Logan noticed Mera continuing to storm off, immersed in his own thoughts and seemingly seething. The Forester quickly ran over to join his companion.
“Are you okay, Mera?”
“Those are my people being killed!” The bronze dragon whispered angrily in reply.
Logan sighed.
“I'm sorry. Folks die in war, good folks. We can end this. That's all we can do.”
The dragon absently nodded.
“Will you be alright, Mera?”
The dragon stopped and gave a gesture of assent, but the anger clearly remained. The Forester patted his companion on the shoulder.
“Let's hope we save your queen.”
The Stanfields - Ship to Shore
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TheDinosaurMann
“Look!” Liza pointed towards a different part of Oakley.
From their slightly elevated vantage point, Logan’s Party watched as a barn door on the outskirts of town slid open. While the dragon squadron continued on, descending to attack the guerrilla army, a gryphon hopped out of the barn, then another. In a few minutes, two squadrons of winged eagle lions had assembled and readied themselves to fly.
It was an ambush.
Mera immediately got to his feet and began to spread his wings.
Logan saw what was happening and immediately stood up as well, standing directly in front of the bronze dragon to block his flight.
“No! We can't warn them! Again our objective is to get you to your queen. At all costs.”
Mera stopped. He gave a low whine to his companion.
“All of those people-human, Other Man, gryphon, dragon, whoever- they are already dead! They just don't know it yet before everything plays out!”
The bronze wyrm looked like the Forester had punched him in the snout.
"What we are doing will save hundreds, if not hundreds of thousands of lives, that we never see will be in danger!” Logan whispered angrily. “Focus on that, instead of trying to save those already doomed!
Mera stopped and stared at the Forester for a long time. Then the great wyrm sighed and nodded, though his jaws were set in a deep frown.
In the distance, the gryphons silently took flight, preparing to pounce upon the Tassurian dragons now burning down Oakley. All were oblivious to the commotion that had occurred on the hill behind them.
Lord de Trobliand got up. “Everyone is distracted. Now is the best time to move.”
Silently the party exited the area, almost backtracking as they put as much ground between themselves and the fighting in the shortest time possible. Only after a tense hour was it clear that the party had extricated itself from the trap, and Logan and the others were able to breathe.
As the party began to slow and scatter Logan noticed Mera continuing to storm off, immersed in his own thoughts and seemingly seething. The Forester quickly ran over to join his companion.
“Are you okay, Mera?”
“Those are my people being killed!” The bronze dragon whispered angrily in reply.
Logan sighed.
“I'm sorry. Folks die in war, good folks. We can end this. That's all we can do.”
The dragon absently nodded.
“Will you be alright, Mera?”
The dragon stopped and gave a gesture of assent, but the anger clearly remained. The Forester patted his companion on the shoulder.
“Let's hope we save your queen.”
The Stanfields - Ship to Shore
From
TheDinosaurMann
Category Artwork (Digital) / Doodle
Species Western Dragon
Size 3025 x 1604px
File Size 2.4 MB
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