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PLAYERS INVOLVED:
Verridith (Blazeh)

SETTING:
At the very pinnacle of Talon Peak. Sharp rocks surround a large area at the top of one of the range's tallest mountains; terrain is difficult, but a narrow path leads upwards from its base. In the tallest rocks lay a small cave.

WEATHER:
Bright and sunny; slightly breezy.

TIME:
Current! Noon.

CHARACTERS INVOLVED:
Verridith (Blazeh)

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"you do know I have the worst memory in the high desert right"
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All will come.

She could sense them now. Sense them approaching; sense their determination, the footsteps and pawsteps that crossed the earth, the wingbeats that sheared the sky. She could feel them come.

The noonday sun glanced off of golden scales, metallic as polished coins; it glinted on obsidian plates and silver horns, black claws and markings the color of the sunset. A gentle breeze tugged at long, trailing feathers; caressed the scarlet plumes behind three joined facial horns, small and pointed ears hidden in their depths. Sharp violet eyes were framed in curving markings that glimmered magenta and red, matching stripes along strong shoulders, muscular back, strong hind legs, and a long, sinewy tail. Wide, silver-webbed wings were encased in brilliant gold and flashy markings in similar colors along their dorsal side.

The dragoness stood perched upon the highest rock, wings half-mantled to either side, as she gleamed golden in the sunlight. She watched the progress of her allies carefully, silent and still. A semicircle of jagged rock outcroppings fell away to either side of her, encircling a large, relatively flat area that could accommodate several dragons her size - or a host of smaller creatures. Beneath her was a cave, dark within, that descended sharply into the depths far below, to Zacyn's Cavern where the Marker lay.

A smile crossed the dragoness' face. Her hopes rode high today; her dreams of seeing the Faction's end. For the past two weeks, she had watched them retreat from every Realm into this one, her home. She sensed their fear and trepidation... she could almost taste their terror. It exhilarated her, and she had wasted little time gathering what allies she could. All she contacted were given directions to this place, brief notes that burst into flame once read.

And now, she thought, tracking a winged shape's progress through the sky, they are here...

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"you do know I have the worst memory in the high desert right"
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Green scales flashing, the first member of the council to landed before the Queen, Titius, nodded his head in greeting to the Queen, scales shimmering in the noon sun. Stretching his wings as he moved towards her he moved to stand next to her, purple eyes glinting in anticipation of the upcoming meeting.

"And so it begins.." He said as he watched the arrival of the others with her.

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CHARACTERS =Cyra, Alucius, Myth, Titius, Garvan, Thia, Aeliana, Terva, Bruttia, Helena, Ru, Evandor, Tiberius, Varden, Merlyn,Relius, Tristan (Triss), Teal, Adrian

(Pair-Bonded)

Rochlan, Reunan,

(Bonded)

Valerian, Tovran, Lithan, Talia, Arrian

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Her Imperial Majesty Zenobia, Ruler of the Halgian Empire by the grace of Daama, had flatly refused to attend the meeting with Queen Verridith as Imperial Protocol dictated. No score of armored knights and their dragons, no small army of retainers. Just herself, Kiranth, and a pair of attendants upon their Heartwoodian Silvers. One of them bore the Imperial Standard, while the other carried a long lance with its head wrapped in silver and white ribbons signifying the group came in peace, not war.

One concession to protocol she had been prevailed upon to make was the silver-gilded chair born in the talons of one of the Silvers. After all, her advisors had declared, it wouldn't be fitting for the Imperial Person to be required to stand during the meeting, or be forced to sit upon something as base as a rock.

However, despite this being a peaceful meeting, she had adorned herself in her armor, which gleamed under the sun. Divine metal inset with enchanted diamonds protected her body, and a silver crown inset with more diamonds sat upon her head. A highly decorated but fully functional sword forged from mithril, with a divine metal hilt, hung at her side.

|By Daama's Light, I hope this Queen Verridith isn't one for long, flowery speeches,| she mind-spoke to Kiranth as they neared the summit of Talon Peak. As she directed him to a fitting landing spot, the Silvers and their riders landed, and the chair they had brought was placed in a fitting spot for the empress. As Kiranth landed, she stoically surveyed the location, and, after dismounting, strode forward until she was a respectful distance from Verridith, raised an open hand in a peaceful greeting and offered the dragon queen a respectful nod, then took a seat upon the chair, flanked by her attendants as the Silvers took up perches further away so they wouldn't crowd the meeting ground.

As she was settling in, Fimbulvetr, the Vehn Alpha, gained the summit and padded across the clearing, leaving a frosty trail behind him as he approached. If he was in any way unsettled to be in close proximity to so many dragons, he gave no signs of it. Not being one for flashy entrances or the like, he simply made his way towards a decent-sized rock, settled himself upon it, and offered Verridith a deep nod of respect as his tail curled around his paws. Then he gazed upward as a shadow abruptly passed swiftly overhead as another arrival swooped past and circled around overhead, angling back towards the summit of Talon Peak.

Tencendur had not received any formal invitation, but Leartes had made his will known. Therefore, the Grandmaster of the Black Knights of Leartes had taken it upon himself to go to Verridith in person. A darksteel gorget adorned his neck, and suspended from it was the Order's coat of arms, with Leartes himself displayed proud and rampant as though prepared for war. The big sarka faced Verridith proudly, then, somewhat stiffly offered her as courtly a bow as he could muster, right forepaw closed as he pressed it against his chest in salute.

"Blessings of Leartes be upon you, Queen Verridith, true ruler of Vystriana. My knights and I stand with you in this time of war," he declared in a gravelly rasp. Then he straightened up, took five paces backward, and turned to find himself an appropriate spot to perch.
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With the beating of their wings of light, Aragonius descended from the air, accompanied by a squad of four seraph Imperial Valkyries, which he gave the signal to hang back with a brief motion of his arm. He kept Institoris on the back of his golden divine metal plate in its sheath. His wings of pure light 'folded' themselves in as to keep themselves from blinding everyone needlessly. Wordlessly, he bowed before Gold Queen Verridith and Empress Zenobia, silver-bearded face stony as he took his place a bit behind his Empress.

And then came the representatives from Lyzzarkyth. The aged Taloshcraik let out a rather sharp, formality-shattering PHEW of exasperation as he neared the end of his climb, earning him a light tonguelashing of the other Council of Stones member present in front of their stony-faced Lyzard guards. With a good-natured chortle he simply hopped the last few feet up the path, bowing much less stiffly than should be expected ofr a blurp'r his age. "Good to see you again, Lady Verridith! Good to see you doing well in spite of these, aheh, odd circumstances I suppose you could say!" A tired, yet well-natured smile, the wrinkles in his eyes seemingly having deepened since they had last met. Or perhaps they were always that deep and it just was hard to compare the size of two sets of canyons in his formerly rubbery flesh, who knew.

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KIRANTH

The Heartwoodian Gold chuckled as he climbed up to the rocky ledge just behind her, turning as the sunlight glinted off of scales that shimmered just as brightly as the queen's. |As far as I know,| he mused quietly, settling, with his eyes on Verridith, |She is more a dragoness of action than of words.|

He gave her an appraising look, and his frills flared as the dragon cast a glance back down at his rider. |I wouldn't mind... getting to know such a dragoness better,| he Sent with much amusement. |She does seem like the type you would get along with, Zen.|

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N'UAVU

A large figure passed to Fimbulvetr's left side; feline in shape, and a good deal taller, the newcomer dipped his head in greeting. He was a Vystrian lion, eyes brightly green and pelt a mixture of blacks and rust-browns, with a mane of similar shades hinting at a russet red deep within the locks. His muzzle and paws were yellow shading to white, and his nose was a dull brown. A sharp scar marked across its bridge, joining another along his right shoulder - and two long sabers curved down from his upper jaw.

N'uavu, King of the Faen pride, took a place a few feet distant from the lupine leader, his eyes watching the great Queen as his tufted tail flicked back and forth.

What would this dragoness do now?

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VERRIDITH

The Gold inclined her head to the newcomers; many she knew, and saved a smile for Taloshcraik, but it faded as she watched Tencendur. She didn't answer either, as more came - she spotted a hooded and masked figure who's presence she knew well, along with a white-robed elf and a dragon who looked as if he were challenging any to dare send him away.

The first she knew wished to keep his identity hidden; she had met with him many weeks ago to discuss this very thing. But the other two she could greet openly, when all had arrived: Lord Draoidh, steward of Heartwood, and Howl, her cousin and Lord of Arrowhead.

But some of her Council were still missing, and many that she had sent invitations do had not yet arrived. Though her Champion must certainly still be busy in Kurai, where were her General and Archmage?

A flicker of something made her pause in her reverie, and her wings opened briefly as she realized what it was. Lightning of multiple colors suddenly arced through the meeting place - over and around the attenders, through the stone, but not touching any of the living. As it shocked the earth around them, small grasses and flowers began to grow, shimmering with multiple colors as the brief energy storm flared and faded.

Verridith smiled. It was a sign of hope; an image from the gods. No matter that the frequent energy storms, unpredictable and never rendering the same effect twice, were only possible because Felnova's balance was corrupted. That this one brought positive change and no negative happenings was a sign that they were on the right path.

For what else could it be?

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Titius stood by and watched in silence as the others arrived, marking those he knew and those he did not. All were watched with a keen eye that weighed and measured the way they greeted the Queen. Nothing, Titius silently thought, and no-one was going to interfere with their plans for this day.

It was then that brightly coloured lightning lanced down from the sky, quick to re-act He drew up a wall of stone to catch one bolt that was aiming straight for his side. With a chuckle at the close call and as the flowers bloomed Titius looked over to the Queen and said, "Let is hope that this is a sign of a new begining..."

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CHARACTERS =Cyra, Alucius, Myth, Titius, Garvan, Thia, Aeliana, Terva, Bruttia, Helena, Ru, Evandor, Tiberius, Varden, Merlyn,Relius, Tristan (Triss), Teal, Adrian

(Pair-Bonded)

Rochlan, Reunan,

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Valerian, Tovran, Lithan, Talia, Arrian

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Turquoise scales glistened, rippling azure; a long, sleek body shot through the water, graceful, lithe—joyous. It was not every day that Ny’reina, Calypso to the dragons of Yorije, was able to swim freely, to hurtle through the water without a care. There were too many duties that she was to perform, too many responsibilities that she could not shirk. And recently . . . recently, there were too many dangers for her to consider going on her own, unprotected.

Ny’reina careened toward a boulder that lay in front of her, and a mere moment before she could slam into it, she jerked to the right, her muscles barking in protest. She could almost the cries of protest of her Black Guard and smiled at the look that would be on their faces. Ny’reina felt a tad bit guilty about running away without giving them the slightest hint of where she was going, but . . . it was wondrous to feel this free. She was able to swim to her heart’s content, dodging flotsam and weaving between jagged rocks.

But it would not last.

She was swimming through the Skyfeather River, heading toward Talon Peak, where the the one they called Verridith cried her call to arms against the crimes of the Faction and Orochi. And Ny’reina would answer the Golden Queen’s cry with a roar, offering every bit of assistance she could. What Verridith asked for did not matter; even if the queen asked for an army two hundred thousand strong, Ny’reina would find a way to deliver. Not out of respect or loyalty, but because her people did not deserve to live in fear of being hunted.

But despite the horrors the Faction and Snakekind had committed, Ny’reina could could not help thinking that . . . that perhaps she was a fool for coming. Perhaps her people would be protected if she allied with Nina and Orochi.

No, she could not think that way—she would not think that way. If she faltered, if she began to doubt, her people could lose everything, and Ny’reina simply could not allow for it to happen. Ny’reina pushed aside the traitorous thoughts, her tail propelling her forward through the rapid currents with its powerful strokes. She slammed to a halt, however, when she approached a great mountain; on the horizon, it seemed infinitesimal, but in reality, it towered above her.

Talon’s Peak glowed with the sun’s rays.

A slow smile spread across her face, and Ny’reina grasped the riverbank with her claws. She heaved herself out of the water, indigo foreclaws digging into the dirt. When she finally lay upon the land, all forty feet of her, she closed her eyes and focused on her body, imagining membranous wings sprouting from her back, five-tipped talons melting into foretalons, and a lean snout molding itself into something larger, more refined.

Where a Yorijian Dragon once was, a Western Dragon stood—a tribute to the Golden Queen. She spread her wings, testily raising and lowering them—accustoming herself to the new body. It had been some time since she’d flown in the body of a dragon, and this body was much larger than hers; her wings were at least sixty feet across and she was at least thirty feet at her shoulder.

She would manage, though; she was now certain that she wouldn’t crash if she began to fly, but she still had her doubts. Ny’reina sprinted forward, giving herself a running start so that she could work up the nerve—

And she took off, soaring into the sky, not letting herself think about what she was doing. Each wingbeat took her higher and she gained more confidence as she went, reveling in the wind that caressed her wings as she glided along the currents. It was akin to swimming, she mused, in the way that they were both exhilarating; there was an utter looseness in her chest that filled her heart with joy. She had flown before, yes, but . . . never like this. Never so freely that Ny’reina had to laugh under her breath just to release the glee that she felt.

So absorbed was she in this newfound feeling that Ny’reina nearly missed the assembly of winged, hooved, and pawed creatures directly below her.

And the dragoness that perched atop the largest boulder. Verridith Skystriker, Queen of Vystrania.

Ny’reina was finally here.

She tipped forward, halting herself. Turquoise scales glinting in the light, wings flaring as she descended toward the rocky outcropping.

But then the lightning came, arcing along her azure wings. It crackled and sparked, danced and darted, tickling Ny’reina. She giggled under her breath at the pleasant sensation, but the lightning flowed down her body and into the earth as soon as she landed, careful not to knock any of the smaller creatures over. She soon realized that she was on Verridith’s left, but it was too late to move; she couldn’t go anywhere else.

Ny’reina shifted slightly, fighting the urge to shrink back in the Golden Queen’s presence. You are a queen in your own right, she chided herself. Stop acting so silly. With a slight nod to Verridith, she murmured to her so that only the queen could hear, “I am so very sorry about what they did to Sha’kir. He did not deserve to die at their hands.” For a long while, she had contemplated saying nothing at all, but it felt so wrong, not offering her sympathy to someone who had lost someone dear.

There was something Ny’reina was missing, however . . . “Oh! How rude of me.” She chuckled nervously. “Calypso of the Yorijians, at your service, your majesty.” How could she have forgotten to introduce herself? Get yourself together! she thought, fighting the urge to shake herself. Hopefully, Verridith would not call her out on her mistake. Ny’reina knew that she was a fine and just ruler.
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ZENOBIA

Zenobia's features retained their stoic cast, but her eyes glimmered with faint amusement as Kiranth mind-spoke to her. |Getting to know her better wouldn't be a bad thing, for either of us,| she replied. She gazed around silently as more guests arrived, of all species, then frowned ever so slightly as a tall man wearing a golden mask arrived, aside a strange white creature of a kind unknown to her.

Vortigern and Lord White had arrived, the former offering Verridith a formal nod, while the ancient veldryn, offered the dragon queen a somewhat melancholy smile as he sat not far from the wolf and lion. Then, when a flash of red caught her eye, Zenobia couldn't hide her shock as she gazed at the newest arrival.

FYRENDRANG

The ancient Red struck a magnificent figure as his mighty wings beat the air, sunlight gleaming off of his scales as he approached Talon Peak. A deep, brazen roar erupted from his maw announced his arrival, and a warning to any who might dare provoke him. He could feel his blood pumping as he circled around the peak, looking for a wide enough place for him to land without risking crushing anybody underfoot, or toppling any of the rocky outcroppings. He settled on an open patch beyond the circle of stones, buffeting the assembly with a few gusts of wind as he landed amidst rapid wing-beats. Even then, he still towered above the crowd. A fierce grin crossed his face as he gazed at Verridith.

"Driakkion will stand with you in this fight!" he pledged.

QUALO

Much like Tencendur, Qualo, the Priest-King of Noktureesah, had received no invitation, but took it upon himself to attend te meeting anyways. He had intended to meet with Verridith already, to see if it would be worth negotiating an alliance. Seeing for himself how much support for her cause she could muster would certainly help him make such a decision.

The great, feathered serpent was accompanied by a number of attendants, including an honor guard, a few mage-priests, and handful of officials, flying in formation around him. The group landed below the summit of Talon Peak, and Qualo slithered up the rest of the way and offered Verridith a formal bow.

"Blessings of the gods be upon you and your family, Verridith, Queen of Vystriana, and woe befall your enemies. Forgive the unannounced appearance. I received no summons to this auspicious meeting, due I am sure to mere oversight, but felt it would be ill-mannered not to attend anyways, as I had already intended to request a meeting with your august majesty. I am Qualo, Priest-King of Noktureesah," he announced.

MOLOK

As Qualo made his announcement, Molok initially went unnoticed, wreathed in shadows as he was. But, as the serpentine priest-king made his way to an open spot and coiled in a circle, the old sarka's appearance caused a palpable sense of consternation through some of those gathered below. Gleaming eyes, glowing red with searing hatred swept across the crowd as the sarka's mighty wings carried him swiftly to the ground. He landed beyond the circle of stones, turning his malevolent gaze towards Verridith.

"We have a common enemy in the foul snakekind," he hissed. "While they, and the Faction fools, still draw breath, they, not your kind, will be our prey," he swore, raising a great claw to one of the purple markings upon his scaly hide and drawing blood from it. "May my Lord rend my soul should my oath be false."
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Ol man Talpole's age made it hard for his craggy face to be animated as it was in his youth - yet the sight of the good omen of the energy storm made it even harder not grin from ear to ear, a deep valley being carved out of his stoney old face.

He gave a brief smile to the young Calypso - clearly inexperienced. Hoping his smile would bring some ease to the young leader. Clearing his creaky phlegm-coated throat, he began to speak - and the best of chimes came from the oldest of clocks.

"We Lyzards are a peaceful people, who only seek to live in accordance with the earth. We abhor violence, and have no military like some present, though invading forces find us fierce guardians...but my foggy ol' fogey mind digresses...

Taloshcraik raised his cane to the sky as if a teacher's pointer, tapping a the air. His tired eyes glanced at Molok as he licked his lips to consider his words. "Throughout history, it is proven that all it takes for darkness to win is for us to do nothing. And seeing the suffering these miscreants bring wherever they go, seeing the chaos they have wrought, I would say their presence bodes poorly for all of us."

"Thus, while we may be but grains in your stock, the Council sends you 1000 Lyzard warriors and archers - I myself have rallied 100 mages to your cause, young Verridith. The Ten grant us good fortune in our endeavors. I can feel it in my bones, ehehe."

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Aragonius's eyes caught wind of Molok as well. And his ire was significantly less subtle - if eyes could scowl, his would snarl. Same would go with Vortigern. Disgusting sarka and demon! How dare the glorious Halgian Empire be forced to work with such filth!

Yet, he stilled his tongue for the sake of preserving his Empress's honor and dignity. The Light must go high when others would go low. The time would come when he could mount such creatures' heads on the pikes of his Valkyries.

The Light damn them. The Light would conquer all who did not submit to them. In Daama's name, they would purge. Eventually.

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Tarria gracefully made her way up the summit. She seemed to glide across the ground as she walked. Her long blonde hair flowed behind her as she moved. Next to her was her familiar, it walked next to her for a moment but then it broke a way and began to walk around the summit.

After a brief moment Tarria was at the top of the summit. She hadn't realized how large of a gathering it would be and was slightly surprised but she knew that Verridith needed all the help that she could get. She walked up to the dragon queen and toke a bow to her. "Tarria at your service." Once she was done with her brief introduction she found a place to stand in the circle.

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-Mav was obliterated by the elffri3nd 1/19/18-
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Scales Upon stone. A glacially slow glide. Crimson on granite. Eyes like finely cut rubies glimmering with intelligence. The Leviathan emerged from the base of the mountain, his body coiled around the mountain in its entirety. His jaws parted, a billowing cloud of steaming breath that reeked of rotten flesh and sulfur washing over the Golden One.

"I Have . . . Watched and Listened . . . Through Rock. And Bone. And Time. Watching . . . Young Races squabble over scraps left behind by their . . . Ancestors. Now I shall speak. And you shall listen, Golden One." Eradarfuldin, the Crimson Wyrm spoke slowly, each sylable weighed and considered.

His colossal head loomed over the Dragoness, Gold shaped into a vibrant stripes and curling patterns, rubies and sapphires set into the flesh and metal alike. His size was immense, teeth the size of a full grown human, a tongue wreathed in rotten meat stink sliding in and out of his colossal gullet, tasting the air like a noble would the finest gourmet dish.

"Speak . . . Tell me of this . . . Faction."
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None seemed to phase the Queen; she nodded to each in turn, and her remaining violet eye lingered on Molok longest of all. A few were unexpected - such as the leviathan, so many times greater than most of them in size except perhaps Fyrendrang - and she watched them all as passively as she could.

She could wait no longer for others to arrive; as the crowd began to settle, she reshuffled her wings and took a deep, calming breath. The regal queen lifted her muzzle to the sky, closing her single eye, as the sun glittered across her scales. Then, she lifted her wings and looked back upon the gathering, reflected light falling across all who had come.

"I thank you all for coming," she said, voice carrying, bouncing amid the jagged rocks that encircled the great summit. "Both those of you who I was able to reach out to, and those who have come of their own accord; not only Vystriana, not only Felnova, and not only our sister-Realm of Kurai will benefit from your arrival and dedication to this cause... but all Realms that have been affected. All that the Faction have touched are given hope by your courage.

"As many of you know," she said,her gaze sweeping over the crowd to settle on the face of the large leviathan, "the Faction of Hope - as it is called - has created much strife within all Realms. However, as the royal Bond was broken, Felnova's and Kurai's balances have been unseated and uprooted, and both worlds are being torn apart. Our efforts to right this wrong have, so far, been met with failure." Her head lowered ever so slightly, and the end of her tail flicked like a cat's. Plated scales and sharp, bladed spikes clicked as she moved it, before it stilled by her paws. "If the Faction continues to go unchallenged, no dragon nor draconic ally will be safe. Our Realms will fall, and the enemy will spread to the next world until every one in our Void is under their rule."

The dragoness paused, studying the reactions of the crowd; the dragons her eye passed over looked angry, and Kiranth had drawn ruts in the ground with his talons. The birdskull-masked man had crossed his arms over his chest, and the great lion who stood near the Vehn pack's alpha flattened his ears in distaste.

"Together," Verridith continued, "we may yet turn this tide of battle. I would hear your words, my friends - your news, your suggestions, your plans. Tell me what the Faction has done to you, and tell me how you will watch them burn."

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Titius looked around at those gathered, some he knew, others were a mystery, their identities hidden from those gathered. The biggest surprise was that of the leviathan's presence. Not normally known for being keenly interested in the ways or doings of those they saw as beneath them.

But here they were gathered, each here to at least lend an ear to the fight against the Faction.

"My Queen, if I may speak first. I have had news that after the Faction suffered their defeat at D'issan they are pulling their most elite forces back to Albronel. I have also heard whispers that they aren't sitting with their tails between their legs either. If we who have gathered here today don't move faster than the Faction they will strike first, strike hard and no doubt show no mercy for they are planning their killing blow."

Here he looked about at the people gathered. Meeting their eyes with his own,

"If I may keep your attention for a moment longer..." Titius said with a nodded to all who had gathered, "I think that all here can agree that this war is no longer one that is simply aimed at the Dragonic race. It has unbalanced our very Realm and this effects us all. Yes, we have all already seen traces of the world ruled by the Faction, but the truth is, that if the Faction wins this war, there will be no realm to rule. No place for our races, no matter what they be, we now have no choice but to win and I win I believe we shall."

Here he paused as he again looked around at all those who had gathered, "Thank you all for listening and for coming here this day."

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CHARACTERS =Cyra, Alucius, Myth, Titius, Garvan, Thia, Aeliana, Terva, Bruttia, Helena, Ru, Evandor, Tiberius, Varden, Merlyn,Relius, Tristan (Triss), Teal, Adrian

(Pair-Bonded)

Rochlan, Reunan,

(Bonded)

Valerian, Tovran, Lithan, Talia, Arrian

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