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  1. What is Silvatales? Mind shedding some light over here, 'cause it looks kind of interesting. :33
  2. ((Coolio~)) Nisprit nodded and smiled. Carefully she lifted herself to her feet, ignoring the soreness in her limbs, and padded over to the cave exit. The limp in her step was easily visible, but Nisprit didn't mind – it just added to the part she could play for Cantaur this time! And she was glad that she could be useful like this, too! She couldn't help admiring Cantaur's cunning as she studied the drop off from the cave's edge. Tentatively Nisprit dropped her forepaws onto a small ledge not far below, and let her hind legs follow quickly after; she held her good wing out for balance and held no regard for the strain she put on herself as she continued her downward climb. She was going to succeed as the greatest member of the Hovehmukaed, no matter the cost.
  3. Nisprit grinned eagerly. "Of course! I will take up the position and fight with everything I have for your cause, sir! I will follow you to the ends of Valkemare, if I must!" Nisprit dipped her head in respect for the Thunder dragon, and flexed her talons. This would be a grand war, and one to be remembered for ages! She just knew it.
  4. As Cantaur finally turned his attention to her, Nisprit felt dizzy with anxiety, but drew in a deep breath and allowed herself to relax. She listened to him carefully as he addressed her, and replied slightly slowly, trying to choose the right words to say. "I am Nisprit – Nisprit Enigma," the young Black dragon began, "and with all due respect sir, while that may have been a simple storm to a powerful Thunder such as yourself, my breed isn't quite built to last a thunderstorm of such massive scale." She shook her head. "Anyways, I have come in hopes of helping you fulfill your dream – you know, of the new Valkemare! While I might not hold such a powerful grudge against humanity as Would Be and Storm, I still can't stand how many of them take us for granted, and I would like to see to the freedom of all dragons. I may not be the oldest, most powerful Black dragon, but I was once captive myself and therefore have experience with human behavior, and I have been in more than my fair share of fights, and would love the chance to show you my strength in battle! Err..." She shifted uncomfortably where she sat, and gave her wing a wary glance. "That is, after I've recovered..."
  5. As Nisprit listened to the Thunder dragon, her awe, her respect, and even her fear of him grew. How strong, how powerful he was! She lifted her head and smiled. How perfect he was! There was doubt in Nisprit's mind – she would follow him to the ends of Valkemare! Patiently, nervously, hopefully, she awaited her turn to speak.
  6. Nisprit immediately realized with a sting of dissapointment that Cantaur was ignoring her. She grimaced. This was just great. That storm made her seem weaker than a newly-laid egg! The pitiful Black dragon flexed her talons, making small claw marks in the stone, and eyed Cantaur nervously. She needed to prove herself as soon as possible, but how? These injuries rendered her practically useless! Then he asked why they were there. Oh, how she longed to brag about her abilities and how useful she could be as she normally would! But the dragoness bit her tongue and kept quiet; no use in making herself look worthless AND overconfident in her own abilities. Nisprit found herself fidgeting restlessly in tiny movements that disturbed her sore limbs, but she took no notice of this – her mind was swirling with anxieties and thoughts of Cantaur and the uprising he'd promised. If only she hadn't been so careless when the storm had picked up!
  7. Nisprit fought to clear up her mind a bit, and found her efforts successful as the voices around her become clearer. There were now four other dragons close enough for her to sense; the one closest to her seemed to be right by her side and was talking to her. Relieved at this, the Black dragon also felt a strong resilience bubbling up inside of her as the dragon asked how she could help. Nisprit's eyes, which had been screwed tightly shut, now blinked open as she felt more in control of herself. Her mental voice, however, did not reflect this quite so well. "I am fine," she replied weakly, "I'm just bit sore is all; you've no need to be concerned over me. Trust me. Besides, I'd hate to be a burden." She glanced around, hardly moving her head for her still-aching joints. Almost immediately her eyes fell upon the massive Thunder dragon nearby, whose mana she had recognized before... ...Cantaur. Nisprit screwed her eyes shut again, a massive wave of embarrassment washing over her. Great. The one moment she was terribly injured and others came to help, Cantaur was among them. Nisprit couldn't believe it. How weak she must seem to him! She groaned internally, not daring to let it be heard by any of the others, then attempted to roll onto her belly so that she could at least lie down like she normally did. To her surprise, she succeeded! But the fiery darts of pain that stabbed at her wing and shoulder gave her a grim notification of how stupid that had been as well; she let out a strained roar and tossed her head back, ignoring the protest her muscles screamed. Stifling a whimper, young Nisprit stretched her wing out cautiously and examined the gaping tear in her left wing, its edges burnt, and the slightly burnt gash in her shoulder. That couldn't be good...
  8. Nisprit distractedly managed to catch the sound of departing wingbeats. She groaned, trying to keep her hold on her consciousness. She summoned her strength, and reached out with her mind hopefully. The dragon beside her might hear her, if she was still strong enough to at least speak into the minds of others. "C...Youhear...e?" Nisprit's thoughts were still slurred and broken from the bolt of electric fire she'd endured; she knew it, without even hearing them herself. Drawing in a deep breath, she tried again. "Can you hear me?" Nervously, she added, "Has... Has the storm passed? Am I the only one hurt?"
  9. Nisprit's head reeled. A ringing noise squealed in her ears, stinging her mind. In the distance she could hear faint voices, and she could sense the mana of two dragons. One of them, she recognized, although she could not place a name for the numbness in her mind and the fire that raced through her limbs. The young Black dragon struggled to try and get off of her back, but her muscles immediately screamed a painful protest, and a strained roar escape her maw. Nisprit panted, her chest heaving. The storm had practically ripped her to shreds, it seemed... Then Nisprit remembered the other two dragons she'd sensed. Would they be alright in the storm?! She knew it wasn't much of her concern but... Wait... They felt closer now. She could hear one of their voices, close, but distant in the swirling torrent of her mind... The Black dragon groaned as her skull throbbed, heavily numbing her thoughts. It hurt... So much.
  10. Nisprit had done fairly well weaving her way through the storm up to this point; she could feel her own confidence cascading from her every time she successfully made her way through a shower of lightning bolts unscathed. However, this self-pride didn't have much time to last. A sudden, jarring boom of thunder overhead made her come to a screeching halt, just in time to avoid a crack of lightning that came down just seconds away from her nose. She couldn't help a frightened howl as the storm suddenly picked up. The sky swirled around her – or at least, she thought it did – and the mountains seemed to glow as lightning darted everywhere around her, one after another, after another, after another. The Black dragon was startled, and began to forget all grace and caution, haphazardly bobbing through the sky and practically tripping over her own wings in frantic efforts to avoid the electric spears that stabbed at her from the dark clouds that circled above her. Out of the thoughts that darted in and out of Nisprit's mind in her panic, only one stuck: I have to find shelter! Nisprit glanced around, darting toward each rocky outcropping she could find, but fiery bolts barred her way each time. Then, as she finally came close to shelter, a burning sting pierced her left wing, clipping her shoulder... ...and she plummeted to the cold stone below.
  11. Nisprit scanned the ground below her with occasional glances at the horizon ahead of and on either side of her as she traveled through the skies. The moon had begun its slow descent to the Earth, and the golden glow of morning peirced the blackness of the night sky. Nisprit couldn't help reeling to a halt as a treacherous-looking mountain range suddenly came into view, a charcoal-gray silhouette looming threateningly on the horizon, lit by quick strikes of lightning through the dark shroud around the jagged peaks. The young Black dragon almost considered turning around; maybe she missed something the way she'd come. However, determination propelled her forward. She had to check anywhere and everywhere for Cantaur – he was going to change the world! She would just have to be careful. Fueled by her hope and stubbornness, Nisprit sped up, sprinting through the air toward the threatening mountain range; she only hoped desperately that the fear clawing at her heart would start to dull once she arrived there. ~~~~~ Mynsiel lay on his back in the vine hammock he'd fashioned between two tall trees near a range of snow-capped mountains. His tail dangled limp over the edge of the hammock and his wings were curled around him tightly as he thought. That Thunder dragon... The things he'd said... The possibility of the war that loomed ahead like a dark shadow... They threatened to change everything! And not for the better, either, as the Thunder dragon – his name was Cantaur, wasn't it? – had promised. Mynsiel huffed in annoyance and unfolded his wings as he rolled over onto his belly. Why couldn't Cantaur leave things as they were? Some dragons actually like being owned, you know! The Aria thought in frustration. If you don't like them, why don't you just find a place away from them instead of starting a war over it!
  12. It was a cool night; the air was crisp and fresh. Nisprit lifted her head slowly, warily watching the rising and falling of the chests of the sleeping dragons around her. She had been waiting for the right time to slip away, and with such a peaceful night the others were sure to be sleeping deeply. Silent as a shadow, Nisprit slipped from her nest cradled in the branches of a large oak and took off into the night sky. She had to find that dragon Cantour! His words of a new world had stirred something deep inside the Black dragon's heart – something wild. She knew that she had to find Cantour and help him reach his goal... But where could he be?!
  13. ((I don't mind at all, Esko! I'll go ahead and start with my sweet, strange, lonely Silver, and then Nico can stop by~)) Silver woke in the morning to birdsong -- no, to Ariasong -- and was unable to stifle a tired groan. Her muscles screamed with aching pains from battle training with Nisprit, and she longed to just roll over and return to her dreams, but she knew that her friends wouldn't wait for her forever. Tossing aside her blanket, Silver slipped out of bed and pulled on her usual outfit: her pale green tunic, her black leggings, her emerald cloak, and her gloves and boots. She quickly flipped up her cloak's hood and straightened it a bit before stepping outside. The oak door to her cottage banged behind her, but Silver was used to it by now and took no notice of it. She pulled her cloak tightly around her as a frosty gust of wind blew past; the gray clouds overhead threatened snow, as they always seemed to do. Silver glanced around quickly for Mynsiel -- he had to be nearby, since it was his song that had roused her from sleep. It was easy to spot the Aria's bright pink scales pressed against the side of her cottage as Mynsiel huddled up in a tight ball for his own warmth amid the mountain snow. Silver stepped toward him. "Myn, what in Valkemare are you doing up here?!" she prompted. "You know very well that Tarrow, or Amon, or Nior are capable of coming here and waking me up themselves! You're used to the jungle, not the snow -- what, is Saer going to come up here next?" Mynsiel shivered against the cottage wall, and raised his head slowly, his eyes narrowed in annoyance. "Well, I'm sorry for Tarrow and Amon being to busy playing games to care, and for Nior being in such a deep sleep!" he huffed telepathically. "I just thought someone needed to get you up if no one else would!" He paused and sighed mentally. "Gods, some humans can be frustrating!" Silver knelt down, ignoring the sharp sting of the cold snow on her knees. "Listen, Myn," she began, sounding much calmer than before, "I'm not trying to be mean, and I'm not accusing you of anything wrong -- I'm just scared that you'll end up freezing your wings off if your up here much longer!" She stood and smiled at him. "Now come on; we need to get back to the others!"
  14. ((How about start with your character(s) waking up in their bed to another normal day of the Dragon's War, hoping that this one -- like every one -- will be the last of the quarrel between the kingdoms?))
  15. (( Heeeey, guys!! So, I haven't been on here in the past few days, but I wanted to let you all know that you've all been accepted and may begin roleplay whenever you like! Thank you for taking interest in the roleplay, and have fun!! ))
  16. Dragon Name: Nisprit Enigma Dragon Gender: Female Dragon Breed: Black dragon Link to dragon on scroll: https://dragcave.net/view/sEgCs Position on War: Reformist Affinity: Released Notes: While not bloodthirsty or violent, she loves to fight; often is very protective of friends and allies; doesn't make too much of an effort to stop escalating arguments and small scraps, but may join in instead. A stubborn character, often quite arrogant as well. Isn't completely fond of "peace", but doesn't wish for complete utter chaos, either. Isn't that big a fan of humans, but won't kill one without reason. Dragon Name: Mynsiel Song Dragon Gender: Male Dragon Breed: Aria dragon Link to dragon on scroll: https://dragcave.net/view/tPpQD Position on War: Resistance Affinity: Captive (Mynsiel: "Or, you know, just 'owned' is preferred...") Notes: Pacifist. Refuses to fight unless he is truly forced, but will make a great effort to run if things start to head for the worse. Has an odd fascination with humans and often studies their villages from afar, but runs whenever he is or may be spotted; is very close with his "owner".
  17. ((I apologize in advance for my characters' histories being a bit lengthy, but these are shortened versions of what I'd like to write; I could write short stories taking up at least three or four pages for most of their histories if I wanted to, I'm sure!)) Name: Sylvia "Silver" Mistere Age: 17 Gender: Female Role: Scroll-keeper Occupation(Citizen Only): N/A Alliance: None Appearance: Sliver is an albino; her hair is slightly wavy, and isn't completely white as it has traces of a very pale silver in it and she never allows it to grow much further than her shoulder blades; pale skin that almost looks snowy-white; and ruby-red eyes with a red-violet ring around the edges and thin stripes of icy-blue coming outward from her red iris. Unlike the vast majority of women of her time, you will rarely catch Silver in a dress – her preferred attire is a long-sleeved top with (usually pale green), a light, emerald-green cloak, men's leggings, brown leather boots, and padded gloves. Personality: Silver is a bit of oddball; she tries to "perfect" herself and tends to mess with her hair and clothing a bit – mostly just doing little things like straightening her clothing up, fiddling with her scarf, and making sure her hood is pulled down to its extent; she acts like more of a man than a woman, and prefers to do things on her own, not giving up until the task proves itself impossible for her. Due to tales her mother had shared with her about her birthplace as a child, Silver views people as accusing, ruthless and mean – when she pictures them on her own, all she sees is a dark shadow with beady red eyes and a torch held high about its head. This assuming part of her makes her extremely anxious and paranoid when shopping for supplies in a marketplace, and she tries her hardest to blend in with the crowd. The only place where Silver really feels very confident and safe is around her dragons, where her truly stubborn, caring, selfless nature shows. She is a bit of a self-loather though, caused by past trauma. Other: Silver suffers from Nystagmus and has a visual acuity that makes her sensitive to bright lights (her hood helps with her light sensitivity though). Silver also gets very easily sunburned, which is why she wears so much clothing. Short History: Silver was born unto a couple who lived in a small, peaceful village. Her mother, Aria Mistere, was a bit offset by her appearance, but quickly came around to loving her child deeply. Her father Estille, however, was appalled. Feeling confused and angry by Silver's albinism, he accused his wife, – the beautiful woman whom he had loved for many years – of being a witch and seeing another man behind his back, hurting both Aria and himself in the process. Quickly Aria fled her husband and the group of village men he had convinced of her betrayal, taking the baby with her. Aria raised Silver the first few years by herself, picking a home in the mountains for her daughter who seemed to burn easily in the sunlight. Silver was about fourteen when her mother passed, and by then she had acquired a tolerance of heat and able to travel to any of the six regions where dragons lived. The next dragon she raised – a Spirit Ward dragon – she named Aria Glowe, in honor of her dearly departed mother. Scroll Link(Scroll-keepers only): Silver's Scroll ~~~~~ Name: Sarra Netari Age: 27 Gender: Female Role: Queen of Cytrius Occupation(Citizen Only): Alliance: Cytrius Appearance: Sarra has a fair complexion, and for the most part looks as though she has just entered her twenties. Though her fair skin, lightly tanned by the sun, is quite smooth and her eyes are still a bright, youthful blue, her lengthy spruce-brown hair has begun to gray with age at the roots. You will often find that Sarra wears nothing but the finest clothing, the best jewlery, and even a bit of makeup (even though there isn't all that much makeup in this period). Sarra's favorite attire is an white ball gown, steel bracers lined with gold, a pearl necklace, the late king's golden crown, and black turnshoes. She also has a secret Cassare dragon bone necklace that she wears under her clothes for protection from magic. Personality: Sarra is ambitious, greedy, deceitful, and cruel. Her ruthless battle tactics and her malice are so well-known throughout much of Valkemare, there is a rumor among other kingdoms that she is truly a demon hiding beneath human skin. However, she does show a bit of patience and tries to keep a calm, caring air about her when she's in town so she doesn't lose the loyalty of her subjects. Over all, Sarra is a conniving dictator keeping her subjects oblivious to her true nature – she is a wolf in sheep's clothing, guiding the flock to their doom. Other: None Short History: WIP ~~~~~ Name: Johnathan Lycanthe Age: 19 Gender: Male Role: Knight Occupation(Citizen Only): N/A Alliance: Raedyn Appearance: Johnathan is a skinny, muscular fellow, with wily dirty-blond curls. His eyes are a dark brown with a tiny hazel ring around the pupil. Outside of his armor, Johnathan mostly wears a black tunic and darkly-colored leggings. Personality: Johnathan is very optimistic and social. A well-known friend to almost all of his kingdom, Johnathan uses his optimism to help others that are having a rough day feel better about themselves, to excite fellow soldiers to strike swift and hard and to give all they've got into a battle, and most of all to cheer up his little sister, Aradia. Johnathan is very loyal to his kingdom, just as his father was, and being an ambitious young man he wants to honor his father's legacy by becoming a Royal Guard someday. Other: Johnathan is the elder brother of Aradia Lycanthe. Short History: WIP ~~~~~ Name: Aradia Lycanthe Age: 14 Gender: Female Role: Citizen Occupation(Citizen Only): Servant for hire Alliance: Raedyn Appearance: Aradia has short, slightly curled black hair and brown eyes so dark they look somewhat black. Her skin is very pale, as she stays inside often, but she has tan freckles scattered about her face and even a few on her shoulders! Often Aradia wears a simple green dress and simple calfskin shoes. Personality: Aradia is quiet, shy, and submissive around most people, but she is quite protective of her brother and hates that he decided to become a knight. She has strong ideas and moral values, but often is too nervous to voice them. She is more of a follower than a leader, and most of the time will follow whatever directions given to her exactly. Other: Aradia is the younger sister of Sir Johnathan Lycanthe. Short History: WIP
  18. I've been thinking a little bit. Maybe, instead of getting rid of Tarik, you could give him another Role, such as a Knight of Raedyn instead of the Prince -- that will allow you to keep Tarik and keep them in love without taking any of the limited Roles. How's that sound?
  19. I would keep reading both labels frantically over and over and over again, saying something like, "What the... How... BUT THIS IS FREAKING IMPOSSIBLE, PEOPLE!! AND WHAT IN VALKEMARE/EQUESTRIA/STARCLAN/PYRRHIA/GALLIFREY/OTHER RANDOM FANDOM LAND DOES 'EARN THE EFFECTS OF READING THE BOOK' MEAN?!?!?! Oh mY GOOoOOoooOoOOOooOoD!!!!!!!!" Anywho, how would you react if bronies and pegasisters (male and female fans of My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic) all suddenly gained "the magic of friendship" whenever the series ends and sprouted cartoon pony ears and some of them also gained cartoon Pegasus wings?
  20. Maybe you shouldn't take up the Prince/Princess slot for both kingdoms – someone else might like to have one, you know! If you can decide on which one to exchange/get rid of, I'll accept you character(s) Drakita! As for mine, don't worry, I'm working on them! It's just taking a little longer than I thought. ^v^
  21. (( NOTE: Just so you know, Dragonmasters are basically the trainers and masters of dragons used in the war. Have fun! :33 )) Alliances Cytrius: King (0/0): -deceased- Queen (1/1): Queen Sarra Netari(AnayaMidnight) Prince/Princess (1/1): Princess Amina Netari(Drakita) Royal Advisors (0/3): N/A Royal Guards (0/5): N/A Royal Spies (0/2): N/A Royal Mages (0/2): N/A Dragonmasters (0/4): N/A Scroll-keepers (0): Knights (0): Mages (0): Archers (0): Scouts (0): Scholars (0): Citizens (0): Outlaws/Prisoners (0): Raedyn: King (0/1): N/A Queen (0/1): N/A Prince/Princess (1/1): Tarik Monroe(Esko_the_Wolf) Royal Advisors (0/3): N/A Royal Guards (0/5): N/A Royal Spies (0/2): N/A Royal Mages (1/2): Amar Rochester(Drakita) Dragonmasters (0/4): N/A Scroll-keepers (0): Knights (1): Sir Johnathan Lycanthe(AnayaMidnight) Mages (0): Archers (0): Scouts (0): Scholars (0): Citizens (1): Aradia Lycanthe - Servant for hire(AnayaMidnight) Outlaws/Prisoners (0): Outside the Kingdoms: Scrollkeepers (1): Silvia "Silver" Mistere(AnayaMidnight(Scroll)) Rogues/Loners (0): Merchants (1): Ferris Wolfram(DemimondeSemigodess) Mercenaries (1): Rengest(draco8967) Thieves/Bandits (0): Travelers (1): Nicholas Rimanic(Esko_the_Wolf) Farmers (0):
  22. Welcome! This is "The Dragon's War" – an open Dragon Cave roleplay mainly taking place on Galsreim, but there may be a little roleplay in other parts of Valkemare as well. Now, allow me to explain the plot a bit more in depth. Two of Valkemare's largest kingdoms – Raedyn and Cytrius – have gone to war over control of Galsreim's main trade routes and, though it may not have been mentioned in the Introduction, control of a few of the smaller kingdoms surrounding these trade routes. They have been using dragons to fight in this struggle, and many other kingdoms have been stealing wounded dragons straight from battle in order to steal from and take over villages and towns nearby. Many people studying dragons and keeping the information on scrolls – commonly known as "scroll-keepers" – have had their eggs and hatchlings stolen by knights of Raedyn and Cytrius to be trained for battle. After three years of the Dragon's War, your characters must either find a way to survive and – if they are a scroll-keeper – keep their dragons out of the two kingdoms' clutches, or ally themselves with one of the two kingdoms and fight to end this war once and for all. So read the rules, fill out a form, and have fun~ Oh! And every once in a while I will be posting a passage in bold. These are special events going on in the roleplay and they will not end until my next post in bold. Enjoy~ Rules 1. Remember the DC roleplay rules. 2. Ask me before you create a character with some special attributes that you're not sure will be accepted. I'd hate for you to have to redo your whole character because of some silly error! 3. No powerplaying, overpowered characters, dragons with god-like magic, etc. etc. 4. Don't let your mood outside of the roleplay effect your characters in "The Dragon's War"! This happens more often than you might think, and at times like these you've got to remember: your characters aren't you! You may base your characters off of you a little bit, but ultimately they have no idea of modern times or anything that is going on in your life! 5. If you have a request for some special event or something special happening to your character in the roleplay, pm me! I won't guarantee that your request will be accepted, but I promise that I will take a look at it whenever I get the chance and give it deep consideration. Promise! 6. Be considerate to your fellow roleplayers! I know you probably hear this a lot in roleplays and online games, but I think that it cannot be stressed enough. Different people will take things different ways – you never know what kind of person might be sitting behind the screen! Make sure that whatever you say OOC is something kind so we can keep this roleplay fun and friendly! 7. There is a character limit of 5 characters per roleplayer. No more than this is allowed, and remeber that we need characters in Raedyn and Cytrius as well as characters outside of the kingdoms. Also, about the scroll-keepers: you must include a link your scroll if you wish to create a scroll-keeper; it is reccomended that this be your first character. This will also allow you to play around with your dragons a bit, but roleplay will still remain in the point of view of the character you created a form for. There may only be one scroll-keeper character per person unless they have two or, in some cases, three characters that share ownership of the same scroll. If you want to create a scroll-keeper that shares a scroll with a character owned by someone else, then this is allowed as long as you have the other roleplayer's permission; in this case, please put the name of the character they share it with beside the scroll link (in parentheses of course).Thank you~ Character Form Name: PUT THIER NAME HERE! Age: HOW OLD ARE THEY? Gender: MALE OR FEMALE? Role: ARE THEY A KNIGHT OF CYTRIUS? A SCROLLKEEPER? OR MAYBE EVEN THE KING OF RAEDYN? Alliance: ARE THEY ALLIED WITH RAEDYN, CYTRIUS, OR MAYBE THEY HAVE NO ALLIANCE AT ALL? Occupation(Citizen Only): ARE THEY A BLACKSMITH? A FARMER? OR MAYBE EVEN A KINGDOM-ALLIED SCROLLKEEPER? Appearance: WHAT DO THEY LOOK LIKE? A LINK, DESCRIPTION, OR PICTURE IS ACCEPTED HERE. Personality: IS YOUR CHARACTER A KIND SOUL OR A BLOODTHIRSTY KILLER? Other: PUT OTHER DETAILS ABOUT YOUR CHARACTER HERE. PERHAPS THEY ARE BLIND, OR MAYBE AN ORPHAN? Short History: TELL US A BIT ABOUT YOUR CHARACTER'S PAST HERE! Scroll Link(Scroll-keepers only): PUT THE LINK TO YOUR SCROLL HERE!
  23. Introduction You find yourself walking out of the Cave, a dragon egg cradled carefully in your arms. You are on your way back home when you hear voices up ahead. You stop to listen, curious. "...You're sure this is the answer?" you manage to catch from a young male voice. You hear the question come out sounding slightly shaky – almost fearful, even. "Of course!" answers a gruff bark, this man's voice much older and raspy with age. "The king of Cytrius must be killed, y'hear? The Dragon's War is upon us! Raedyn will come out victorious and I'll be the one to make sure of it if it's the last thing I do!" The Dragon's War. You've heard of the Dragon's War before; it's the ongoing fued between the kingdoms of Raedyn and Cytrius over control of the main trade routes of Galsreim. The kingdoms have mainly been using dragons to fight in this war – thus it earned the title of "Dragon's War" – and still many humans have died simply from being caught in the middle! You are unable to suppress a shudder just thinking about such brutality. And then you remind yourself that smaller kingdoms have been taking advantage of the war to steal fully-grown dragons trained for fighting straight from the battlefield, then using these dragons to rob and steal from other kingdoms behind their backs. "This war has been so...barbaric," the younger male replies, almost echoing your thoughts. "Are you sure killing the king will end it? What about the queen? She's not exactly a pacifist; if we kill the king she might just end up leading Cytrius into battle herself!" "Please! A woman leading a kingdom by herself is impossible, let alone leading an entire army into the midst of war! If we kill the king, Cytrius will be leaderless and Raedyn will finally be in charge of all trade in Galsreim! And you wouldn't want to see anymore dragon blood shed, eh?" "Of course not..." "Then it is settled – together we will kill the king and settle this War once and for all!" "...Right..." You hear footsteps departing, leaving you alone with your thoughts and the dragon egg in your arms. Can the king of Cytrius really be killed and the Dragon's War ended just like that? You doubt it. Those fools are better off left alone to die from their own stupid plan. But you can't help wondering now... Who will win the Dragon's War?