Board Thread:Non-TES Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20170806013615/@comment-17114085-20170809112757

Some time later, Oros and his two companions reached the city of Valyria, with its tall black spires, rivers of lava and numerous dragons.

It was a one of a kind sight, considered among the most majestic in the world.

"God be good, this place is a furnace." Trego complained from inside the coach.

Oros didn't feel a thing. To him the heat from the lava rivers was nothing. Valyrians had a very high tolerance for heat.

"You should be honored to see Valyria from up on high, my people are the only ones to get this privilege thanks to our dragons." Oros told them.

He flew in the direction of his family's manor. It was a small keep close to the Senate Spire that overlooked one of the rivers of lava.

Zoknal was shocked at the amount of dragons. He saw at least a dozen of them flying over the city.

As they flew closer, Oros saw two familiar gold dragons: Baeselar and Bhaessa. The dragons of his siblings. Bhaessa was the youngest of his family's dragons, she was only 28 years old, hatched by his sister Naelassa. Baeselar was older than Vaenyx and had been in the family for four generations.

It gave Oros a weird feeling to be back in Valyria after so long.