RP:Meeting a Mixed Dragon

Part of the The Dawn of a New Era Arc

Location: Scrathulclaw Hall

Synopsis: Brynhild and Scandal finally meet. The mixed Dragon offers her help and summons Dyraxdiin.

Meeting a Mixed Dragon

Brynhild had spent the last week in travel. Dragging her horse from one end of the realm to another in search of Dragons. Not that she was on a witch hunt, mind you, but because she needed more allies. More saurians under her control. With the alliance made with Neferet she had found her very first Dragon pulled into her cause. With a snort, from her not the horse, she arrives on the outskirts of this massive complex. She looks to the wall, the lake and everything beyond without the single tinge of emotion etched upon her features. The human disguised dragon had no idea of the importance of this place, but finds herself silently chiding the elf Lana who had pointed her into this area to search for Scandal. Speaking of Lanara, Brynhild isn’t quite sure of her intentions. That elf had seemingly been lost in the emotions of love, and if she expected Brynhild and Scandal to use each other for that purpose, she’d be sorely mistaken. Eventually, the gentle stride of her horse brings her to the complex, where she dares to enter; leaving her horse outside. “Hello,” she calls out into the void of this compound, seeing if anyone actually remained in such a large domain. She didn’t really feel any guilt for just entering; why should she? This place was huge, and it’s not like she’s just going to parade through it all. With a single glance, her cerulean gaze takes in the scene. A single digit tucks a single blonde braid back behind her ear. For all intents and purposes, Brynhild looked ready for war.


Scandal the voice of the humanoid echos through the walls and the floors of this massive complex, Scandal who had recently returned to this place of residence now, opened his eyes as he sat under the pillar of lava it running over him. He was massive and he was anthroish, his massive form, easily 1500' tall and yet the roof hall still far higher than his head. He stepped out, and made his way to the door, the darkness hiding his form, as the house bent to his will. His voice was deep and rich and vibrated against all things, but what is said was a little humorus, "Go away, I have had my fill of elvin girl scout cookies, to last me weeks."


Brynhild could hear the booming voice, and in reaction she merely raises both hands, plucks the glove from her left one and plunges a pinky into her ear; settling the ringing this bellowing voice had created. The red had little time for games this day, nor was she impressed over this comment of elvin girl scout cookies. With a sigh, the glove is donned once more. “Do I look like an elf?” Her gaze flicks to the walls which still settled from their previous vibrations. “Nor do I have cookies,” Nay for brynhild is a dragon, in disguise. “I’m here looking for Scandal.” The dragoness did not enjoy speaking with creatures of shadow, and now wondered if this half red and black dragon even existed. She would be hard pressed to find herself in the company of a black dragon to create such things. However, she isn’t foreign to the idea; having secrets of her own from eons gone by. “If this isn’t where I can find him, perhaps you can point me in the right direction?”


Scandal will dominated the house and colums of lava fell illuminating the form of the dragon which towered over her and dominated the hall. "You speak with he, you will not find him elsewhere at this moment." his features were a defined mix of the traits of black and red dragons, his wings were massive, and cast shadows, each step, as he stepped forward with his hands behind his back wearing a massive robe of dark purple across his body, he looked down. Yet their were other features about him, some like dragons of much older legend. "To whom do i speak, with."


Brynhild let her gaze sweep over the giant form of Scandal, eyeing the chosen draconian form. At least he really did look like a mixed race dragon. Lanara didn’t lie. For a moment, she thought about how to best answer his question, but decided that her real Draconian name would be kept a secret for some time. “Brynhild,” She responds without much further hesitation. “A red dragon from thousands of years ago.” The dragoness lets the titles of her past fall to the wayside with something simple. “When I went into hibernation, the Saurian empire was thriving. I wake now, and it’s nowhere to be found.” She lofts a perfectly shaped eyebrow in his direction. “I only know of you because of an Elf named Lanara.” She takes a step to the side, looking over this chamber once more. “It seems that during my hibernation, our race nearly went extinct. Along with our customs.” There was plenty more to her purpose of being here, but if he was going to be polite, so would she.


Scandal eyed her. This form of his wasn't his natural, as it was far bigger than the entire complex to be precise, dam included, maybe canyon as well. "I went to sleep, long before I knew of Saurian empire that would come, I t had its customs and its population, I was surprised to hear it had fallen, much like my home had, but that was long ago and this structure is the only known structure to survive from the Time of Uldenbraug.. "Walk with me, you are no doubt tired from your journey, and it is easier to rest in more suitable chambers." He said, turning and beckoning with his left hand if she followed he would say. "Lanara is one of my adopted sisters, she was welcome to share of my existence to those who wish to know it, a dragon is not very much needed in these ages, so it is welcome to be known, and visited upon."


Brynhild wasn’t here to rest, and had different thoughts on her mind. Though when he mentions Uldenbraug, she finds her mind in thought - calculating if she found the name familiar. When he chooses to walk, she gives in, and moves to meander with him. Her stride is calculated and measured, like any soldier who had found his place in war and hurried off to meet the grim finality of it all. “Lanara is an interesting person. Surrounded by animals and of a breed of Elves I never knew existed.” She doesn’t give any further details, simply adding that “She was quite helpful though.” Finally she remembers where she had heard the name. Wasn’t Uldenbraug the name of some children's fairy tale that she heard dozens of times as a child? She shakes her head at these thoughts, that couldn’t be what he means. Besides, when it comes to early childhood, her memory is a bit hazy. “Scandal, I’ve come here to see how you feel about the current state of things. I mean to bring the Empire back, under new leadership, and alter the things I believed were folly about its leadership.” She continues to walk beside him. “So I’ve come here to see if I could convince you. If only Dyraxdiin still lived, I’m sure his way with words would convince others for me.” She gives a chuckle over the fond memories she had with that gray dragon, but otherwise, gives no further mention of it. Besides, bringing the empire back could easily be a touchy subject. She had to find a way to get Neferet to play nice with Scandal if he did join up.


Scandal led her into the inner chambers where the massive throne room sat, but instead led her to a side hall where the passage roof swiftly got smaller, and smaller until finally he came to a room which had couches that support mattresses and fine silken sheets, Scandal's form had shrunken as he walked the house helping with the transition minimizing the pain. He took a seat and offered her a seat on the other couch. His form was still a large about 14' but it did not shift into the draconian. "She is remarkably amazing person, her sister as well." He listens to what she has to say. "What do you believe should be changed?"


Brynhild hardly knew where to start over this entire discussion of what should or should not be changed. It’s also more of a formal discussion meant for other times. She offhandedly dismisses his comment about Lanara’s sister - having little interest in such things. “The empire was oppressive. In the sense that not only did it amass power through force, it ruled with it as well. The races did what they could to aspire to the concept of greater good, but I fear that most dragons sought to just place mortals beneath the boot.” To give a very long winded answer in short, she sums it up that way. “Instead, oppression will only be used for aggression in amassing power. Any and all within the Empire and its borders will find safety. Peace. Where mortal kind and Dragon-kind can cohabitate. Not as bitter enemies.” Her cerulean gaze moves to a spot where she might sit, and she takes that area for herself. “However, bringing such concepts back means that war will brew.” Her words are ominous, and others would fight her will. But as a red, specifically designed for the purpose of war and combat, she welcomed it. “I believe the established castes from ages ago, applies to all races as well.” Whether scandal knew of these classes or not, she would elaborate upon them further. “The races find themselves bickering amongst each other. They war with each other over the silliest of ideals. They fight, even amongst themselves. Tyranny often leads the rabble. I wish to cleanse this weakness and establish something without.”


Scandal listened intently on the words the dragon sought to give. And when she had finished he spoke. "I am not surprised that the empire was oppressive, the Seven Cities of Uldenbraug were equally so if not more. But it was unifed when the Gold Dragon reigned, until that wretched Bronze sat on the throne. I do not know if the bronze dragons have returned, but the ones of Uldenbraug seeded much discord between broods, manipulative, and vile." He steered his thoughts from that for now he had other things to discuss. "Oppression to amass power, is good, because it sets a precedent, but ruling ought to be through wisdom. races are riddle with prejuices the drow will likely do everything to try to cut down such a plan. War is inevitable, change is inevitable but when it comes we need to be prepared to do what needs to be done, and do it well, for the consequences we will feel through the generations." He paused, "These classes, I would like to know, I am only aware of one and that was of Uldenbraug, and in that time all non-dragon races were considered livestock"


Brynhild nods through Scandals words - he seemed to understand it perfectly. As a red dragon she was haughty in nature, and if she didn’t have a council to calm her oppressive warring nature, it might not ever end. The draconian races do seem that way, and they certainly were in her time too. But the truth is that Dragons live an awfully long time; long enough to see the rise and fall of civilizations built by mortal kind. This as a wisdom that other races did not have. “Basically, the castes can be summed up as such: Gray Brood were Arbiters. They acted as the word of law in the Saurian Empire. They're often policemen, judges, and councilmen. Red Brood were Vanguards. They acted as the claw of the Saurian Empire. They're often warriors, brawlers, fighters and mages that are used to strike a blow against their enemies. The Silver Brood were Justicars. They act as the political fist of the Saurian Empire. They are the executioner of the Arbiter's will. Gold Brood were called Heralds. They acted as the head of state, oftentimes serving in the capacity of leadership within the Saurian Empire. Black Brood were Mancers. They acted as the magical arm of the Saurian Empire. They are cunning and crafty, developing new types of weapons both magical and otherwise for service in the War. Green Brood were tenders. They act as the caretakers of balance in nature. They fight to uphold and preserve forests, lesser animals and the like. Blue Brood were scouts. They act as the hidden arm of the Saurian Empire, capable of integrating and gathering information. White Brood were watchers. They act as the eyes of the empire and record history as it happens for later generations.” She pauses once over her story to see that he’s still following. “Although you made mention of bronze dragons, I have not seen any like what you’ve described. In the Empires time, Bronze/Brown Brood - were guards. They acted as the at-home defense of the Saurian Empire. Others belonged to other areas of expertise. But basically, all races can fall into these castes and categories.” She would use brute force to bring the empire back, and then rule its subjects fairly with a council. “If I had an Arbiter again, things would go much more smoothly. Basically, the concept is to operate as a single being, where our individual skills were best recognized.”


Scandal sighed with relief, "You are fortunate to not have known the ones from my time, they were manipulative, and nihlistic, they sowed the seeds of the many prejuices, or at i believe that plague dragons in the time afterward. I hope extinct is how they will remain, the ones of your time likely held merit and honor." He leaned back on as the wall created a magical image of Venturil, and then of a valley to west where a silver fortress stood dome shaped and alien to the surrounding area. "You may find allies in the people that live in this valley, they are looking for their purpose in the world, and they do not have gods yet. As for an arbiter, you have one, he still lives, Dyraxdiin still lives."


Brynhild did not expect to have such a conversation with Scandal this day, even though he’s a half-breed or mixed race. Either way made little difference. She’s surprised to see both castes inside the man while they continue their discussion. She takes note of the wall which changes, watching it with mild amusement. “These people here are without leader?” But suddenly she visibly stumbles over his words. Her hand had been braced against her thigh and it slips off suddenly; catching her weight mid air like someone who had just fallen asleep and jolted awake. What? She nearly scrambles to call out to him. A ghost from her past. One of the mages responsible for her brood, and someone with close personal ties to herself. “Dyraxdiin lives?” She’s gone ghost white from surprise. “An Arbiter from those days still lives?” She stands abruptly, having lost her train of thought and begins to pace. “Where can I find him?” There’s panic in her eyes, as if a terrible memory from her past had just suddenly been dredged up. A series of memories that she would not just share with anyone. Days which had long since passed, and Dyraxdiin is more like family to Brynhild than even her own brood. Now she had forgotten the original reason for coming here. That means that she would most likely have to seek Scandal out once more.


Scandal spoke softly, as the woman was upset. "He lives well, he flies now, I seem to have left an impression him to not hide behind the facade of humanoid, no dragon should, we ought to be ourselves and not hide what we are, unless of course our size causes obstruction, then we take a smaller size not form." He paused seeing her anxiety, "We fought together recently destroying a renegade mage who sought to destroy a island with storms of sharks and twisters, last i saw, he was traveling back to xailous. Of course I cannot confirm he is there now, he has no roof over his head like i have, though there are many rooms here in this place perfectly suited to dragons such as he, in their forms. maybe one day this will again be a palace. Until then, if you choose to stay here, i can offer a room, and i would call upon him, and invite him here, for you to talk with him, maybe in less than a day, or at the most a week, venturil is some distance from xailous, and its unwise to fly over the mountains this time of year, frost dragons will be in mating season and worse still they will be ready to mate anything, if not having winds to batter smaller dragons about, even some up to a thousand feet long."


Brynhild still paced in the room. What would she say to the Arbiter? When Scandal mentions the whole season of frost Dragons she smiles. She didn’t need to fight the man. “Very well,” she visibly calms on the surface. She doesn’t even know if Dyraxdiin is mad at her or not. Its not even a conversation they’ve had since the death of his brother. “Just…. Tell him it’s Grymvettir that’s waiting to see him.” The name given is Brynhilds true dragon name; the one which she bastardized into her current last name to better fit in with mortal society. It’s a name that Dyraxdiin would recognize and her true identity would now be known by Scandal as well. “Grymvettir is my real name. Brynhild is the assumed identity that I have taken.” She gives a sigh and then looks to the walls once more. “Thank you.” She gives no other words and falls to silence.


Scandal nods. "I will make sure he knows of it," He pauses, "The Fortress is your home now." As he said this a bell tone echoed through the house, use it as long as you like, just respect the houses wishes, that only I sit upon the throne in the throne room, and that you never enter the Supremist Nest, that is the master bedroom." He willed the room to change, and their position moved to a room with a large desk and many many bookshelves, the study no doubt. Scandal took a seat at the desk. Of which a black sphere appeared and he touched it, using his thoughts to form a message. When he was done the orb sped out the window. "Your message is sent, if you choose to stay in dragon form, the rooms on the second floor, will be to your liking, as will the wash room, and the if you choose to stay with the form you are in, hall to the south will be to your liking it made for mortals to stay in."


Brynhild gives Scandal a nod to his words, agreeing to them without worry. So for now, she feels that staying in her human form would be best. She didn’t need to change, and found herself comfortable as such. “I’ll head to the south then.” With a wave she heads off, out and away in search of this area. In a few moments she’s out of sight and mind. Dyraxdiin still lived. She’s not sure to be delighted or frightened.