Board Thread:Non-TES Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20170806013615/@comment-17114085-20170807114635

(Uhh, I can tell this is going to be quite fun. Our own little game of thrones between Dragonlords. >.<

PS.: I added some family members to the Aeksions in case you are interested.)

In the last stretch of their journey, the trio flew over one of the Fourteen Flames and saw the city up ahead.

Oros, seat of House Aeksion. The city was the built atop the mountain ranges in the center of the peninsula, where the gold mines of Valyria were located. The location of the city was both advantageous and disadvantageous. While it provided the Aeksions with control of most of the gold in the peninsula, and thus control over the Valyrian coinage, it didn't have much fertile land of room for animals. House Aeksion was always forced to trade with the Houses from the Lands of Long Summer to their northwest, the expansive plains where the Valyrian people first started as sheep herders.

The city had three mains parts: the Shanty Town close to the mines where the lower class lived, the main body of the city itself where the middle and upper class lived, and lastly Summerwind Citadel the castle of the Aeksions located in the northernmost peak of the city. Summerwind Citadel was quite large and elaborate, one of the largest castles on the peninsula, the pride of House Aeksion incarnate. It's possition made it very difficult to get to without a dragon, so it was only ever in danger of being attacked by other Dragonlords, but if anyone tried that they had the mighty Lord Daemor to contend with and his mount...

Maeharion flew right by them as he approached the city, the large dragon was over twice as large as Vaenyx and over twice as old. The golden dragon was nearly 200 years old and had been in the family since the time of Lord Oros CXC Aeksion, 190th of his name.

Vaenyx was startled, the dragon hadn't been used to flying side by side with another of its kind for half a decade.

"Easy boy." Oros said to him, stabilizing the dragon. He was nervous too, he had thought his father had came out to face him in the sky...but Maeharion was by himself. He was probably just out hunting some mountain goats.

"God be good, that dragon is huge." Trego exclaimed.

"Maeharion isn't the largest I've seen." Oros retorted. "He's actually kind of small for his age. Vaenyx will grow bigger than that by the time he's in his 190s."

"I can hardly believe that." Zoknal muttered. ''Small wonder my ancestors fell to the Dragonlords. A beast that size could burn an army whole. The Lockstep Legions of Ghis stood no chance.''

Oros flew them to the Summerwind Citadel, his stomach turning at the thought of seeing his old man once more.