Premise: Follow the Dragons as they race to escape Akaviir and the Tsaeci.







Setting: Akaviir, Early Merethic Era







Tone: Serious







Character rules: Race is Dovah, pm me personally if you want to play a Veddov. If you do, make sure to have a backup char.







Posting Rules: Dialogue is Dovahzul, you have infinite time to post.











Vulalsil roused his head from his slumber. "Wo alok zu'u?" He said with a growl. "Zu'u drey, Yuvongein," came a reply from the shadows. Alduin stepped out of the shadows,his red eyes glowing.

Krongrahkein the raised his great head, dark as night, and looked at the approaching army. "Daan," he muttered. "Vith Reyliik bo!" Keinthurah opened an eye as he heard the shout. He flapped his wings once, and was in the air, heading to the neighboring mountain, where Krongrahkein, his elder, stood watch. "Pogaan lahvu." He noted. "Thuru Alduin fent uth nos. Saraan," Krongrahkein ordered. Two other dragons had arrived by then, one black and one royal purple and black. Keinthurah realized he might be the youngest there, with his red and black scales, which only recently started appearing in Akavir. "Saraan." Krongrahkein ordered. They understood that they must await their master.

Vulalsil landed with a thud, Alduin beside him. As the eldest of the Dov and the last Sotdovah, he had presidence over the others who were there. "Drem yol lok, fahdonne. Zu'u los Vulalsil, Thurseyol. Evgir Unslaad los kolos."

"Krif mu?" Krongrahkein asked. Keinthurah looked at Alduin and Vulalsil once, then studied the battlefield. Young as he was, he was a master strategist and six dragons, only one as young as he, fought under him. "Hi." He said pointing at the purple dragon. "Bo til." He indicated the left flank, where the troops weren't as disciplined. "Nust lir. Zu'u ahrk Krongrahkein fent nos til." He indicated a spot more towards the middle where the Snakemen were more disciplined and sure of themselves but did not have extremely good gear. "Thuru ahrk hi," he pointed at the other black dragon. "Bo til." Here he pointed to the vanguard, where their black armor gleamed and covered every inch of their bodies, and their spears glinted evilly. "Vulalsil. Bo til." He pointed to the right. There, the troops were stronger than the left, but were nervous and looked expectantly at their leader, who stood at the vanguard. "Bo mu, Thuri?" He looked to Alduin. Paarthurnax was mustering the rest of their force in the mountains, and sending some dragons to the flanks, while the majority stayed with him at the highest mountain, waiting to join the fray. Six other dragons flew down to them. Keinthurah told them to loop around and hit them in the back.