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“Go,” Garnet said to Aegir as he shook his head to clear it. “Go back with your friends. I am okay.” Aegir still looked unsure, but Garnet proved it by getting back to his feet, hefting his gigantic War Hammer. Aegir had just started to turn when Garnet spoke again. “Hold,” he said. Looking around at the battle, he saw only the two warrior dragons left. Until this point, they had been so focused on the wall's magic that they had never gotten into the fight. After the death of the True,

Don't forget the Red Warrior that Mablin, Gradon, and Darren killed. lol. They won't forget about him any time soon

Being a Mundane, she stayed with the Caravan outside. WAIT! Great Red. Who said anything about a GREAT RED?!?!?! Come on really? they're ONLY Warrior Dragons after all! Yes... I think the True Red would agree with you.

Wow, I gotta say I am blown away by the comments. This was a difficult chapter to write, obviously, and it would never have been completed without my editors and beta readers. Thank you to everyone for your kind comments. There are a few questions that need answering, but I will have to do that tomorrow as I have already medicated for the evening, so my normally scattered brain is even worse. OH WAIT!!! SQUIRREL!!!

The ambush was sudden and overwhelming as the two walked along the snow-covered forested country road. “FALL BACK!” Ivran called out as he blocked yet another blow and was rewarded with a hammer blow to his left hip. Thankfully, his Alphar armor was good and holding. “To where?” Sudryl questioned as his back met Ivran’s. “We are surrounded!” Sudryl’s blade flashed, and the orc attacking him fell, its head cleaved in two. Two more took its place, and before long, Sudryl fell from a hammer bl

oh... So not only do I have to put up with you nitpicking in the chapters, but now you are 'editing' my posts? There really is no pleasing you! I think it should be said than that thier really is no neewd fer me ta needs editin. I's mean weally! the narve of sem peps!!

Nothing much... just fire

You can thank one of my editors for that little gem. and like you i was glad i wasn't drinking anything when he suggested it

What a shock, Rovnar shows up, and up ends EVERYTHING! Entirely too much fun was had when Rovnar was being written. Now we shall see what the future brings.

The predawn twilight found everyone gathered around the fire circle in small groups, enjoying their Dagger Boar breakfast. Mablin grunted as he sat down at the fire pit. He had filled his plate with Dagger Boar and the vegetables that had been added. He actually wished his caravan were here since he had bread in his wagon, but he would make do. As soon as he sat, Sigvat came over to him with a mug full of a fruit juice blend that the Seandrians enjoyed. He nodded to the boy as he took the offere

Previously: “By the gods, Garnet!” Xavier replied, as he began casting auto-cleanse spells on everybody. “It is just a story! No need to make a Royal Ass of yourself.” “Yes, but…” “Um, Mentor?” “What, Aegir” “It is not just a story. It is a true adventure from just at the end of the Dragon Wars.” “WHAT!!!” yelled both Garnet and Xavier at the same time. “That’s what I said too…” grumbled Malachi. “It’s history. But would they listen to me? Nooo.” Ch

I'll be honest. When Al asked me to read what he was working on, I didn't think I would like it. Frankly, I like action, big fights, lots and lots of action and things like that. Al told me that it was a coming-of-age story that wouldn't have lots of the action I liked. Well, we were both wrong. I can not comment much on each chapter since I know what is to come, but what I can comment on is how good of a story it is. After only 3 chapters, you have hardly got your feet wet. I will very much enjoy the reactions that come after each chapter.

Oh... you COULD answer them; you just choose not to. However, I am not above being bribed to answer people's questions since I did beta read this for you. So, what shall i start the bidding out at?

Correct, in chapter 30, Vondum commands Cam’ris to go to the Blues for education. “Excellent!” Vondum’s voice boomed with a degree of praise, “Now let me go see what could be so important as to drag me off the front lines! Cam’ris, you are now with me at all times unless doing something I order, and as of right now, I want you to take Blue Streak over to the largest of the Blue Dragons over by the main campfire and see what he knows of Shocker Lizard Dragon speech. I also demand you request of him to take you on your first training flight and start working with you on speaking Dragon tongue. For any squire of mine will need to know how to ride on the back of, and speak to, Dragons.” Then, in chapter 31, shortly after Kandric killed the White Prince: From where Ornam had all but buried his head in the snow, he gasped out with a roar of agony, “Kandric has killed Prince Weraweld! The Great White died looking helpless at him! The last sights were of a smirk and red hair!” As Mathard ran out of the tent to look at the retreating ball of pure white energy, Vondum shook his head, “Unless I miss my guess, good Duke, my Wilderness Scout is there, directly over those bluffs off the far side of the lake.” “So it seems. I need any Dragons who can take someone and all the Griffin riders up with their mounts! We need to get over there… like an hour ago!” Ornam poked his head up from the snow, puking as he did so. “Vondum… I… I need a moment…” “Can you take Cam’ris and Conth when you recover enough?” “I will find a way… Even if I have to take the lizard and the wolf in my claws and land a few times, I will get them there… The Silvers… they have wings meant for cold… take one of them… Go… I will catch up.” Vondum moved up to one of the Silver Warrior Dragons, “You! You look to be recovering from the Dragon death quickly. Can you fly and if so, have you had a rider?” “Yes to both, General.” The Dragon lowered itself. “Hop on, but keep in mind I am not a Black. The front edge of my wings are a great deal more fluid and the scales along the leading edge shift as I fly. They are quite capable of cutting skin…” “Understood, I will keep forward of them. Do you have a preference on foot placement and where I hold your back ridge?” “The longer spines are better for holding onto, since, like my wings and other lead surfaces, they all naturally shift in flight. Boots right under my larger neck guard scales is a nice feeling for me while giving you a better grip. This snow and wind will be nasty. I recommend you keep your head down.” “In boot placement, you and Ornam are similar, and believe me, I have every intention of letting you look forward while I spend most of my time looking back to keep your flank well watched.” Before more could be said the Silver Warrior flapped its wings hard and jumped, taking it nearly straight up. This forced Vondum to hold on and adjust since he was expecting a slow lift with a hard-forward running movement. “Good information, thank you San’i-sar.” Vondum took a few seconds to look around. He quickly noted three other Silver Warriors, only one with a rider flying a pattern, but making sure San’i-sar was in the lead. Below, he could scarcely make out scores of Griffins in formation. Well behind and further down, the shapes of other Dragons could barely be made out in the blowing snow, even though some of them had riders with light sources. He frowned, “San’i-sar, we are moving way faster than the others. We need to keep a more disciplined formation.” So while it is not spoken of often, yet, all the Dragon Races have riders. Just some more than others.

ehhhh... but it all depends on WHO knows. if it became common knowledge, then there are issues, but then again, who knows what the future could hold.

After Lew and Nimbi returned with the horses and with the help of Sigvat and Grima, had seen to it that they were properly picketed with food and water, they walked over to the fire circle. With some gentle coaxing from Lew, the Rhinolings found a place to sit where they could enjoy the fire and listen to what was being said. The problem with that was that no one was saying anything, and nothing had been said by anyone since they sat down. The only two who were not seated were Ardi and Slay

I only have one comment... HEY LOOK! SHINEY!

Well, Mablin hasn't had a chance to say much yet. We'll see what happens in the next chapter, it should be rather... informative

“What in the hell!” Madelyn cried out, her eyes rapidly shifting between the place where the dragons had appeared and the direction they had flown off. The camp was in utter chaos. The central part, where the fire pit and sitting area around it had been, was totally gone, having been trampled into oblivion by two agitated and out-of-control dragons. Malachi’s cart was flipped on its side, spilling the contents everywhere. The side of Xavier’s tent, which was facing the fire pit, was in flam

well... i guess in a very real sense, you are accurate. lol

I am not giving anything away by correcting this. It did not finally catch up with my guys. It was ripped out of demons and released by Slyanivikia, Queen of the Sands, and Xavier's Mother, who was also a VERY high-powered Sorceress. From Kandric 33:

When Hontel woke, he quickly remembered where he was and why he was there. Looking around, he spotted the female Illorc about the same time that she saw that he was awake. She reached to her collar, which had three tiny crystals, touched one, and spoke a word he didn’t understand. When she next spoke, he did understand her. “Well, good morning, sleepy head,” she said, smiling as she walked over to his bed. “How are you feeling?” He stretched himself out on the bed, popping several joints as

Slowly, he woke. After years in the orphanage and with his other training, he allowed nothing to show that he was awake as he took stock of his situation, his surroundings, and most importantly, what he remembered. He remembered illusions and some weird spell that almost destroyed the tree he was hiding in. He remembered falling. He remembered the branches, then… Nothing but weird dreams of being picked up by the illusionary dragon. Now? Now, he was in a bed more comfortable than he ev

Early the following morning, Garnet and Thane were sitting around the campfire as the sun was about to crest the horizon. Their shift on watch was wrapping up when Madelyn, Faelwen, and Bruin came walking up. Spotting the two of them, she hesitated briefly before squaring her shoulders and moving to the campfire ring, sitting opposite Garnet after filling a mug with the warm brew simmering on the fire pit. Faelwen cuddled in close on one side while Bruin settled in on the other side, where

Crossovers, you say? What a splendid idea. I gotta talk to both Kyle's and see if they're up for something like that. What do you think @Al Norris? Think that's something we could swing?