The Holstavo’s Runner neared the docks at Wyrth Crannog. It was one of the ships that had left Dhaman shortly before the city fell to the forces of the Kovar Tellris. The all goblin crew had cast off with a minimal amount of supplies. Captain Moretto had stopped before at the crannog and knew he could stock there with supplies to get him down the river and into Solvestra.
Durganza’s whole world was being turned upside down as his mother pushed him out of her lair. The adult dragon towered over her young. She easily could kill him if he didn’t heed her instructions.
An old man was sitting in a beautiful garden on a bright summer morning. His thoughts were his own until he heard the familiar sound of his approaching grandson.
Tasran, Imperial Prince, Grand Duke of Elmsfjord, Prince of Trevalion, remained standing in the receiving chambers of the Crown Council. Normally he would be in the chamber, but today he was being presented as the Emperor’s choice for an heir.