The morning was like any other morning. Autumn was here and that meant winter was coming soon. Arvon has woken from his slumber. Since Valhalla creation, more and more dragons come to the huge city built near the water front tucked away in the dense forest. If one were to look for the city off a huge cliff they could see it, but powerful magic messes with the senses of humans and they become lost within the forest. Only those with dragon blood within them are not affected by this magic. Arvon in his human form had just finishing clothing himself and walked over to the balcony to take a look outside. The city was alive and dragons in both human and dragon form roamed the street and flew threw the skies.
How Arvon wished for the skies. He wanted to sore threw them as he once did before the human started hunting his kind. He wanted to be free to do as he pleased, but none of that would be possible until they deal with these pests. He turned and walked back inside, "Tas'Narva," He called out. And a Slender woman entered the room. Her eyes blue as the sky and her hair as white as the snow. "You called my lord?" looking down towards his feet, never making eye contact with him. It seemed that way threw out the cities. When ever he would walk down the roads no one would look at him in his eyes. It was strange because before he was lord everyone openly looked at him as if they were looking into his soul.
"Yes, Have the messager reached the other lords asking them for a council with me?" He walked over to a table which had food on it. He looked down and grabbed a chicken leg and took a bit. It was still hot, he figured it was brought just before he got up. He blew on it and it turned cold, very cold. "Yes, All of them should be arriving today, My Lord." Arvon finished eating the chicken leg and walked over to Tas'Narva. "Why do you play with me, calling me my lord. We have known each other since we were whelps. It's very unnerving." She continued to look down, "When we were kids, you was not Lord of Ice. You were Nighith, I cannot address you as anything other then the title given to you, My lord."
Arvon sighed, "Very well," He walked out the room and she followed him closing the doors behind them. As the walked threw the huge Villa like castle that he lived in he could not help but wonder what the other lords were like. He has only met them once a while back. Each clan was not really on the best of terms with each other so trust would be a huge issue. Still they were all in agreement that something needed to be done about the humans, and quite possibly the elves, orcs, dwarves, gnomes... and the list goes on and on. It made Arvon head hurt when he thought about it, and he still could not figure out why the human would turn after so many year of loyal services. And there is the magic they wield, its very close to elven magic and the machinery they used was close to the Dwarf and gnomes technology but not that same.
Curious and even more curious Arvon grew. He would talk this over with the other lords when they arrived but for now he would spend his time inside his garden. Waiting for word of their arrival.