Thread: The Future of Mystria (Closed)

RE The Future of Mystria Korax and MiseryChord The three dragons were prized specimens of their breeds, each male and each so very mighty in their own ways. Joe and Bob closed the door before then, the wizard mumbled something under his breath, no doubt some sort of spell but the purpose he never gave away. Joe took the lead, gently placing a hand on the woman's shoulder as he pulled her forwards, completely ignoring her question as to how the dragons were involved. Come now! You should really meet the boys! Starting on the far left pen Joe pulled her in front of the stall to show off the beast within. Often called wyverns this sort of dragon were more primitive, lacking a true breath weapon they often breathed smoke and were less impressive than their cousins. This dragon had a very low posture, using his wings as a second pair of legs he crawled around on the ground like a giant bat, in general he was more lean than powerful, with a huge pair of wings that were so long the wyvern was unable to completely unfurl them in the pen. His scales were old and yellow in color, though dark enough that they didn't shine in direct sunlight. From his wings were long supportive fine that trailed down the dragon's back and tail, ended in a large fin like pad, all of which would be extremely useful in flight. When he did extend his wings they were painted in a mix of black and grey with a bit of redish outlines near the center, looking very much like a living oil-painting of fire and smoke. This here is Smudge. One of the dragons bred from the kingdom's stockyards. He comes from extremely good lines, is very intelligent but easy going and most importantly he can outfly any other dragon in the sky! Smudge himself seemed happily curled up on a mass of hay, largely ignoring the humans as he napped. Then Joe took the woman to the center stall where a far more intimidating figure was standing. He was much larger and taller than Smudge, standing on four pillar like legs attached to feline claws was a great dragon. His scales were mostly black on top, though his chest, stomach and the underside of his tail were all bright red. Curved horns like those of a demented ram arched forwards as this beast shot a short gout of fire at Joe. Known as high-dragon, beasts like this one were favored for their breath weapons and their frightful magical power which were far more than any legend can paint. With a short horn on his known and a tight club at the end of his tail, this beast was clearly designed for combat, either fighting other apex predators or other dragons to defend his territory. When his wings spread they were a mix of bright oranges, blues and reds, looking like a swirling tornado of flames. Just ignore him. This is Vollic and unlike our other two he is a wild-caught dragon. Got himself a taste for cattle which did him in, took five mages and six knights to wrangle him. Vollic's got a bit of a temper on him like any high-dragon, but don't worry. Each dragon wears a collar which restrains them, they could no more hurt you or me than they could fly into the sun. Sweeping the young woman along Joe took Quinn over to the last beast he had to show her, in the far right was a monster that towered over even Vollic and all that dragon's impressive power. Build like the insane lovechild of a bulldog and a crocodile, this beast was a stout one, lacking wings all together he was clearly bound to life on the ground. However he also sported a third pair of legs, a bit smaller than the front pair which had long mole like claws for digging, these legs looked more geared for supporting the beasts's wight. His hide was made up of thick interlocking plates, the most armored and the least agile of the three dragons gathered here. Thee beasts were known as wyrms, they dug massive tunnels under the earth and lived off whatever they could find. They also lacked the magical power and true breath weapons of high-dragons, though many breeds could release a toxic blast of sulfur or pressurized steam. This dragon had a shiny metallic look to his hide, looking like polished iron. With two shorter horns growing form the beast's blocky skull were a darker color of steal which rust colored tips. Large spikes ran down his back which similarly had flakes of red running through them to offset the giant's largely darkened hide. This dragon seemed more curious than anything else, nosing up against the door to the stall before snorting a short puff of cool vapor and tilting his head at them This fine steamer is Stanlee Joe explained as he finally let go of his charge He is the strongest wyrm we can find, also bred from the stock here in the castle he is a mighty beast with near unbreakable armor!. He's perhaps the most gentle beast we have around, very loyal as well. he then turned about to her and smiled So miss Quinn, what do you think of our collections?