Location:
Llobrokor Mountains
“Puh-leeze.” Wisp harrumphed. “You can’t apply normal logic to fey magic! I’m good at altering physical properties of things!” She’d huff, sitting on the floor of the jar as Fio would acquiesce to her demands, earning a smug little nod from the unseelie as she’d consider this a victory.
“O-oh. Dragon scale…?” Gunnrun briefly stumbled over her words, eyes quickly glancing towards her prosthetic hand. “Well that’s something a bit…difficult. My teacher certainly can!” She’d grin. “Hes the best smith in the city! I’ve heard he’s worked on dragon scale before, and is a direct descendant of one of the smiths that worked on Lunestel! Also made this little thing for me.” She’d wave her artificial hand around with a bright grin.
“Miss…Gunnrun, you wouldn’t happen to be Master Grettir’s apprentice would you?” Elnith inquired.
“Ah? You know him?”
“Oh i’ve met him in passing some years ago when I had this armor forged by a different smith. He was too busy to work on my armor though, so I didn’t get to know him too much. I wasn’t aware he had an apprentice though, let alone one that had mastered the ancient methods of forging.”
“Ehehe, its nothing that special. Its just using our natural fire affinity to strengthen armor and weapons you know.”
“Compelled?” Sucaria tilted her head to the side. “...oh you mean at Nids end…” Sucaria sleepily glanced at the bed. “...I still…feel uneasy. Maybe good idea…”
“Heeeey hurry up with the Honey Bread!” Wisp shouted from inside her prison.
“So why do you guys wanna work dragon scale? You guys kill a dragon kin up in the mountains or are gonna hunt them? They’re not real dragons but still dangerous and have a hard material to work with.”
Location
Harzel Plains
The ball of fury rolled across the land, crushing everything beneath it as it’d careen on its path of destruction, faster than Even Ethelreds horse could match and much to fast for freezing to be particularly effective. It would have continued completely unobstructed, right into the fort itself had it not been for Reinhardt.
The dragon slayer positioned himself between the fort and the boulder, digging his feet into the ground with a determined snarl. Arms out, the massive boulder would slam into Reinhardt, the dragonslayer taking the full brunt of the force from it. With a strong grip, Reinhardt attempted to raise the thing above his head, going with the momentum of the beast and throw it in a direction away from the fort.
As it sailed through the air, the beast unrolled from its form.
A slender, smaller dragon creature built seemingly for speed and agility would land gracefully on the ground. Its orange scales gleaming in the sunlight, long, razor sharp claws. A long, sinuous tail covered in more spikes. Its face was a bit flatter than one might expect of a dragon, but a fierce, scornful gaze came from its two blood-red colored eyes.
“Hmm…” And upon its head, a crown of horns, seemingly twisted into the form of a part of the Reinhardt family crest. “...yooou…are the ones…that killed the Herald of Perdition…?” It spoke, standing before the group. “...interesting.”
The creature extended its head upwards, a shrill, bloodcurdling roar following. Faster than Reinhardt could draw his blade, it would already be upon him, leaping across the field in a single lunge, its claws poised to strike.
What Luana would see was slightly concerning. It seemed to have a connection to the mountains, same as the black Wyvern. It too, was some twisted creation it seemed like, and as she gazed into the spear to glean information from it…she could see it. A fight it had previously been in, just briefly. Its talons slicing wounds into a bear. Nothing fatal, but mere seconds later it would fall over.
Seemingly completely dead.
Whatever this meant was something for her to decide.
