Serpentis Family/Erik Eyolf/Oroya - A walk in the free world
Erik jumped out the great war machine with dragon head. The battle was won. Fortunately, the world was changing all the time and only a fool wouldn't know that the renewal was be conquered only by war and flames. By warrior spirits. And then the people will change. The city will reborn through the determination of the victorious side. And in that world there was only one way to do it: destroy your enemies or they will destroy you. Sirion prevailed like a relentless dragon taking care of its treasures. Sometimes shrinking a little before opening its wings again to burn the enemies. To prevail in the north. Sovereign.
The Judge of Siron looked at the towers that would be repopulated. The city of Ora that will reborn there to purify those lands. He would drink from that fountain in the future. Then, he released his small storm with a sign of his gauntlet.
Erik Eyolf: "Take the district near the walls. If you find something of value or from the old culture, bring it to me. If you find someone from the old religion, save their lives. Bring the Thunder..."
The Stormwalkers obeyed the orders and took the small district under the moonlight. Many other groups did the same work serving their commanders. Erik took off his gauntlets and vambraces, leaving it with the squire at the same time he took the keg of beer with the guy. He killed the thirst.
Erik Eyolf: "Few scimitars this night. I will enjoy the city. Find a piece of Ora out there. Come with me, sorcerer."
A crow looked at the elf from the top of the ruined wall. He opened his black wings and sank into the night to rest on the warrior's spaulders. Erik awakened the Sacred Sword, bringing it to the cold night. The Ruron's Shield of Protection was tied on his left arm, the same he was holding the beer. The Silver Dragon was free to walk where he wanted. He had never been captured in battle. And victorious, he always walked on the conquered regions. He tied the keg of beer in the belt and picked up another essential item. His pipe. A handful of the best herbs. And just a small crow spell to light the little igneous dancing flame. Smoke blending with the pure flames of victory.
Erik Eyolf: "You think they have a harem here? I want to enjoy one. Perhaps build my own in Avamar. What do you think?"
Nesrah in his crow face just took a deep flight over Oroya. Erik laughed delightfully and entered the city to discover what the many Sultans and Lords had done there and what was left of stainless to explore.
