Post by dohvashy on Dec 29, 2014 15:05:16 GMT -5
Name: Scarlet
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Occupation: Queen of the Shadow lands and Wastelands.
Bio: She has been queen longer than anyone can remember, her last three husbands died of natural causes, she outlived them all. She raised three dragons from hatchlings and reconstructed the dragon race single handed, they are loyal to her first, and anyone else second. She knows how to use magic, she relies heavily on her charm and elegance to get her way. But if need be she can wield a nasty sword known as Black Ice. She has military control over six countries that made the mistake of attacking her fortress.
I stand on the balcony of my castle my dragons circling overhead. My fortress sits near the peak of The Black Spire. A mountain that seems to swallow light. The only way to reach it is by flight or through the Mines of Fracture. I had sent my minions out to scout, mostly a few goblins and orcs nothing I expected to return. I was waiting for my Lieutenant to return from a long drawn out war I've been at war for seven years, six countries have fallen to my forces. A pseudo-dragon flew up to me and landed on the railing chirping lightly as I stroked it's neck. “I hope he returns safely, what say you Pinna?” It looked up at me questioningly. Pinna was a gift to my Lieutenant, he left her behind when he lead my forces to war he didn't want her to be killed or injured. I walk into the castle and to the throne room, and sit down. My own dragon flew in and landed next to the throne. Startling a few of the men and women in the court who didn't see it fly in. The day to day court came to session, but my attention was focused on other matters.
Age:
species:
Occupation: Queen of the Shadow lands and Wastelands.
Bio: She has been queen longer than anyone can remember, her last three husbands died of natural causes, she outlived them all. She raised three dragons from hatchlings and reconstructed the dragon race single handed, they are loyal to her first, and anyone else second. She knows how to use magic, she relies heavily on her charm and elegance to get her way. But if need be she can wield a nasty sword known as Black Ice. She has military control over six countries that made the mistake of attacking her fortress.
I stand on the balcony of my castle my dragons circling overhead. My fortress sits near the peak of The Black Spire. A mountain that seems to swallow light. The only way to reach it is by flight or through the Mines of Fracture. I had sent my minions out to scout, mostly a few goblins and orcs nothing I expected to return. I was waiting for my Lieutenant to return from a long drawn out war I've been at war for seven years, six countries have fallen to my forces. A pseudo-dragon flew up to me and landed on the railing chirping lightly as I stroked it's neck. “I hope he returns safely, what say you Pinna?” It looked up at me questioningly. Pinna was a gift to my Lieutenant, he left her behind when he lead my forces to war he didn't want her to be killed or injured. I walk into the castle and to the throne room, and sit down. My own dragon flew in and landed next to the throne. Startling a few of the men and women in the court who didn't see it fly in. The day to day court came to session, but my attention was focused on other matters.
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