The Dragon Lands

The crowned figure, shirtless but for his royal robe of crimson sat up in his chair. "Report."

"A massacre sire. We are not sure of survivor counts but its in the hundreds at the most."

"That isn't possible. The Astofel's were outnumbered 3 to 1."

"Sire, it was not the Astofel's or any other unit. It was dragon attack. Their forces are no better off."

"Dragon?" The thin man put his fist to his chin, leaning his weight to the side smiling. "What was the color?"

"Sire, it was all colors, 5 heads in total. They stood no chance."

The king inhaled sharply. "Pen a letter to Duke Koth, and send out our fastest vessel to Admiral Grimm. Fly a white flag on the vessel."

"Sir, a white flag without declarations of surrender is a war crime..."

"Fear not, no report will be filed when he reads what I write. Now, take this dictation. I am getting the crew back together."

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A beautiful, slender woman in armor of gold approached the dark chamber, a rolled letter in her hand sealed in wax. "My darling, you have gotten a letter. It is from Noa." She reached out, and out from the robed figure came a charred black hand. He took and unfurled the letter, reading it carefully. A slight chuckle escaped his lips. "Based."