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Day Thirty
Rolls: royal’s illness, large quest, backstabbing, new arrival, and Beastclan attack x2
The weight of the crown weighed heavy on Banith’s brow, and she figured it was time to pass the torch on to the next generation. She called for an election between her two remaining daughters, and while the poll was close, Brisha came out the winner. And so the former queen retired into a teaching career, while Brisha was crowned Havenshire’s newest queen.
Long live Queen Brisha, the queen returned from the dead.
Ria and Stonefury managed to convince the former queen to join them on their quest for a Beastclan artifact, said to lie at the bottom of a ruin in a lake. While the trio found the ruins, their searching for the trinket came up with nothing. Discouraged, the dragons returned home, though not quite with nothing to show for it - Ria gained enough experience to decide on the art of tailoring for her career.
It wasn’t even half a day into Queen Brisha’s reign when Aixa suddenly snapped his head up and bolted for the palace and scrambled up the trunk, quickly followed by other dragons alarmed by the action. The flightless Nocturne felt it when his connection to her soul severed, and already knew the sight he’d find before he even set foot in the palace.
Queen Brisha was dead. Someone had apparently taken offense to the idea of a shade on the throne, and so removed her from it. Violently - it was clear Brisha had put up a fight before succumbing to her injuries.
Shades were not immortal, nor could they gain extra lives. Queen Banith let out a horrible, grieving cry, rushing over to her daughter’s side as Aixa hung his head mournfully. There was nothing he could do; a soul could not be raised twice. There would be no snatching her from the claws of the Gladekeeper this time.
“When I find who did this,” Queen Banith hissed, murder in her eyes, “I’ll make them
wish they were never born.”
Checking over the population revealed that nobody was injured, which was both puzzling and frustrating. If the culprit was among the kingdom, they’d hidden their tracks well.
Queen Brisha was laid to rest, and Stonefury crowned after her sister’s funeral. Long live Queen Stonefury; ever may she reign.
Roanwood the Pearlcatcher dragon wandered into the kingdom’s borders today. Why? Nobody knows, not even her. She just felt a calling, and headed off into the jungle to follow it. And hey, what do you know, she stumbled across a cool hidden kingdom!
Queen Stonefury isn’t 100% sure Roanwood really understands what will be required of her here, but accepts her nonetheless. If she doesn’t already know, she’ll learn.
It happened all at once. The harpies, centaurs, and Talonok had all combined into a single, gargantuan army. They attacked en masse and without warning; the kingdom was overwhelmed just by their sheer numbers, and every dragon locked in a battle to the death. Even Liam, defending his charges with tooth and claw, killing the feathered fiends who dared breach this protected hall.
Even then, he couldn’t be everywhere at once. A sharp, pained squeal had him whirling around just in time to watch a harpy drop the hatchling, her neck bent at an awkward angle. Fury clouded his mind, and with a roar, Liam tore through each and every Beastclan member stupid enough to be in the nursery. And with blood, claw, and nature magic, he drove them out.
Meanwhile, things weren’t going any better on the ground. Roanwood was cut almost in half with a single strike of a centaur warrior’s axe, and bled out on the grass even as Falcon tore into the offender.
Just when things looked like the kingdom might be overrun, Stonefury managed to rally the dragons on the ground together and pierce the enemy’s ranks in a coordinated attack. Shortly after, the tide turned in the dragons’ favor, and the Beastclan horde was forced to flee. But that victory was not won without a cost: the former queen, Banith, lost a life, while Roanwood and little Thunderspear lay dead and broken on the ground.
After the dead were gathered together, Queen Stonefury looked over her two fallen subjects before making her choice: by order of the queen, Aixa was to raise Thunderspear, not Roanwood, from the dead. He could only raise a single shade in a day, and only of a dragon who had died that same day.
And, when it came down to it, between the life of one well lived and one cut short before it could even begin…well, it was no choice at all in the end. Aixa was nervous, as he’d never raised a hatchie before, but was hardly about to back down. And it was in that now-sacred cave, known as the Resurrection Chamber, that Thunderspear took breath again, surrounded by friends.