Serpentis Family/Durion/The Darkling Margrave
Dürion never wished to hide his sardonic smile. The Dark Mother had blessed him in many ways. Luck was at his side and that night he stepped in Trinbar as the new Margrave. He would take the Dragon's Nest as his father had done. He would inscribe his name in those walls, work that had been completely destroyed and rebuilt with the mark of the Silver Dragon. Every little thing under his black ragged wings. He marched from Tabost and entered by the southern gate with The Dark Ones.
His father typically preferred to arrive during the day so people could see his shining armor under the morning sun. The victorious Stormwalkers marching with battle spoils. The people threw flowers and wore their best clothes. Trinbar vibrated in an explosion of joy and worship. The spirit was obviously different that night. Along the road the people lit their torches and protected themselves from the cold wind that came with their new master. Admiration gave way to a fearful reverence. The half elf was probably the only curse they assign to their former benevolent Margrave. Secretly they prayed for the young Black Dragon appreciated his new nest. Enough to stay there.
Dürion savored that feelings, walking under the moon illuminated by the blazing fire of torches. The same people who loved to see the eyes of the Silver Dragon now lowered their heads to avoid the Black One. And so it was along the entire procession that lit the way as fire snake until the Dragon's Nest. Here, where Erik ruled and Lady Rain danced in frenzy he stuck his sword before entering.
Trinbar had a new guardian.
