THE PINES WERE ROARING
renlys stormbringer . male . the iron forged . member
Renlys lifted his head to bellow out the loudest roar he could muster. The Longest Night. Back on the Peninsula of Storms, the Longest Night was a story told to hatchlings to scare them into staying in the Dragon's Roost in the royal keep. Now, here in the fiery recesses of Mountains, Renlys was celebrating an event by the same name.
A few faces flashed in his mind. His wife, his child, his father and grandfather, all lost to the sands of time, perhaps only alive in his memory. Renlys could feel a sort of melancholy bubble up in his chest. He was certainly not the last dragon on the mortal plane, but he certainly was the last of his lineage. A sad fate, Renlys thought bitterly, for my family to die with me in a land not our own.
Quite unable to fully process the amount of emotion that had suddenly stirred up, the dragon swooped down from his perch upon the Iron Gate to alight next to his king.
"The Ironfolk shall dance as free as flames tonight, my lord." Renlys rumbled conversationally. "I have no doubt that a hundred swords will be lifted in your honor."
A few faces flashed in his mind. His wife, his child, his father and grandfather, all lost to the sands of time, perhaps only alive in his memory. Renlys could feel a sort of melancholy bubble up in his chest. He was certainly not the last dragon on the mortal plane, but he certainly was the last of his lineage. A sad fate, Renlys thought bitterly, for my family to die with me in a land not our own.
Quite unable to fully process the amount of emotion that had suddenly stirred up, the dragon swooped down from his perch upon the Iron Gate to alight next to his king.
"The Ironfolk shall dance as free as flames tonight, my lord." Renlys rumbled conversationally. "I have no doubt that a hundred swords will be lifted in your honor."