Originally Posted By Dorym

This is how Nazmyr gained his information regarding Eomyrosis the Black. This is PK only as not all details may have been shared with the characters. Please refer to the post What we know of Eomyrosis the Black

“My lord.” the guardsman began. “The princess has a visitor, an emissary from the court of Princess David. Shall I show her to the receiving room or a waiting area?”

The man wearing multi-colored dragon scale armor grinned, “That depends on her grace.” He bowed low, his tone holding a touch of sarcasm. 

The platinum haired lady slapped him on the shoulder and smirked. “No Arram. Show her in. I’m expecting her…besides I believe I’m quite done with the Highlord for now.”

“As you say your grace.” the guardsman bowed and left.

“Well if you’re done with me…” he said with feigned indignance. “…I guess I’ll take my leave and return to the company of your aunt… Aliyeah Queen of Dragons.”

The young princess smiled. “Give her my love uncle.” and she hugged him. “And keep some for yourself.” she kissed his cheek.

“Of course.” he smiled back. 

The door opened and a very pretty young woman with copper skin and long black hair wearing ornate silks entered. “Oh my.” she said a little startled. “I hope I’m not interrupting. I can return another time Princess Dayspring.”  

“No its fine Dahlia. My uncle was just leaving.” 

The Dragon Highlord winked at his niece, then he shimmered and was gone.

“I’m terribly sorry to impose Jenna…I hope the Darkstar will not be cross that I have disturbed you.”

“No of course not. Ziva’s family is our family. Though I sense this is not a social call. Please sit.” Jenna motioned to the well cushioned sofa she was sitting on. “What can I do for you?”

“I have questions about a dragon that I was hoping you might be able to answer. You know more tales than most and live the history of your people.”

Jenna smiled. “You are kind to say so. My aunt is the real keeper of the lore, though I study under her and the Highlord of course.”

Dahlia almost wanted to ask what that was like. She was curious to know how a human had become so entrenched in the world of dragons but refrained. Instead she focused on why she had come and asked, “Do you know of a dragon named Eomyrosis? She’s a black dragon living on the prime outside a settlement they call Hosuth.”

Jenna’s eyes narrowed a bit, her expression tightening. ‘Why do you ask?”

“Someone very close to my heart seeks to treat with her. I fear he may not be well received and have concerns for his safety.” she answered honestly.

“Your fears are well justified. I know of Eomyrosis. I’ve met her a few times. Her aura is unsettling…even to me. What does he want with her?”

“His business is being affected by the her minions. He hopes to broker a deal that he believes could be mutually beneficial.”

“Do you care about this man?” the princess bard asked plainly.

“I do my friend.”

“Then tell him it’s folly and to abandon these illusions. I see little likelihood of an accord.”

Dahlia paused. “Still, I was hoping that I could learn enough about her from you to dissuade him or least improve his chances of success.”

Jenna sighed, “Very well. Eomyrosis the Black is an ancient black dragon born over 800 years ago, here on Dragon Mountain, the planar home of dragonkind. She is as well known for her cunning as she is for her cruelty having lived generations developing a reputation for both.”

Dahlia face grew worried.

“I could spend days relaying the horrific stories of her cruelty, the sufferings she caused for others and the joy and exhilaration she seems to experience from both. Are you aware that she has taken several mates over the years?”

“I know very little I’m afraid” The young djinn responded.

“It seems one of her pleasures is to take a mate, torture then murder him. The stories say that it  usually takes little time for her to anger over something small, grow bored with his company or simply attack him for no reason at all. Her disposition is foul as the swamps she calls home.”

Jenna stood and walked over to a decanter, pouring wine for the two of them. She passed a goblet to Dahlia before returning to her seat on the oversized couch.

“Bad personality traits aside, She spent centuries in the courts of the Black Flight eventually rising to the position of Mistress of Whispers in service of the black queen. The duties suited her malevolent nature well. She delighted in torturing any and all who might pose a threat to her monarch. Eomyrosis turned pain into an art form and there was not but woe to any left to her devices.”

Dahlia gasped.

“In the time my aunt Aliyeah Dayspring became Queen of Dragons, The Black Flight, led by her clutchmate Sable Ebonscale, joined with the blue flight and their Queen Azuria Skyphyre in support of her rule. Eomyrosis dissented favoring Sable for the crown. This was not unexpected as she had mentored, groomed and now advised the young Black Queen. She had taken a liking to Sable, quite unusual for Eomyrosis as she hated everyone. Still she voiced her disagreement with her liege’s choice. It would be the first time she would oppose her queen though not the last.” 

“I thought black dragons were rigid in their adherence to the laws.” Dahlia questioned.

“This is true most of the time. Though one can not expect all beings of the same race to act identically to each other. I’m proof of that. How many gold bards do you think there are?”

“I must confess I don’t know of any other…” Dahlia answered

Jenna grinned. “ Some time later my aunt fell in love with a mortal, the human Devon Darkstar, and took him as her consort. She named him 6th Dragon Highlord during the war of the bard. The Black Flight supported this decree as well, though Eomyrosis was sickened by the idea of a human being given such favor and power over dragonkind.” 

Dahlia sipped her wine shifting uncomfortbly as the tale continued.

“Eomyrosis decided that as Mistress of Whispers it was her right and responsibility to be certain that the man who would become my uncle posed no threat to her queen. She had set into motion a plot to ambush the Highlord and take him captive. She believed that with a little coaxing his true motives might be revealed.”

“Coaxing?” Dahlia asked.

“Pickled in acid until he confessed to the crimes she accused him of.” Jenna said with obvious distaste.

“Oh my…” Dahlia gasped.

“Queen Ebonscale learned of the plot from a lady in her court and summoned Eomyrosis to appear before her throne. Eomyrosis didn’t even deny it.”

Jenna drank from her goblet and placed it down. Her hand reached for a set of drumsticks and she began to nervously tap them on her thigh as she continued.

“Sable demanded she abandon her plans and stay clear of the Highlord. Eomyrosis swore to obey and left the throne room. Once beyond the castle walls, she flew from the Boglands to a small town on the prime where the Highlord was known to frequent… A place called Westport Manor.”

Dahlia remained quiet, listening intently.

“It’s a lovely human settlement. I’ve been there on a few occasions myself. Anyhow…Eomyrosis waited for Devon to arrive in town. Dragons are patient and even if it took years, in her mind it would be time well spent. Her absence did not go unnoticed. Sable learned what she was planning and sought her out with her handmaidens in tow.

“Handmaidens?” Dahlia asked.

“Handmaidens are the inner circle of a queen’s entourage. An elite protection detail or queensguard of sorts.”

“Ahh” Dahlia said with understanding.

“The Black Queen did not take kindly to her advisor ignoring her commands. The Black Queen’s justice is harsh and as much as it pained her, she banished Eomyrosis from the planes and stripped her of land and title. She was forced to remain on the prime under penalty of death and not to travel within 500 miles of the settlement.”

“I see.” Dahlia said. “That is why she remains in the swamps of Hosuth.”

“If I know Eomyrosis then this Hosuth you speak of is probably exactly 500 miles away from Westport Manor. She may not always care for the laws of our people buy she does value her life. Sable, as a show of respect for her old friend and mentor, took on Eomyrosis’s daughter Amaya Malnyx as her own and named her handmaiden to the queen.”

“Amaya Malnyx?” Dahlia said head turning to the side. “You don’t mean Maya do you? The Highlord’s own protector?”

Jenna smiled. “I do. It was a clever choice by Sable as Amaya would be able to smell her mother’s blood regardless of the form she took. The Black Queen knew this when she offered her service to my aunt. Your Eomyrosis the Black is actually Lady Eomyrosis Malnyx, Mistress of Whispers… or was before she was stripped of her name and title.” Jenna reached out to a large tome sitting on a nearby table. The book rose from the wood and flew to her hands. She opened it turning many pages until she reached her desired entry and then began to read. “The Noble Black Dragon Lady Eomyrosis Malnyx was born -819 WOTB, the daughter of the Noble Black Dragon Lady Tenebria Malnyx and and the Noble Silver Dragon Lord Guldresden Icebreath. She mentored and faithfully served Queen Sable Ebonscale until her banishment by order of her queen in 2 WOTB. She currently lives in exile outside of a lizardman settlement known as Hosuth on the Prime Material Plane in the lands of Faerun. Lady Eomyrosis Malnyx is bad tempered, dangerous and unpredictable. Aliyeah Queen of Dragons would caution any who would seek her out to reconsider.” Jenna closed the book. “I’m afraid that’s all I can tell you.”

“Thank you Jenna. You’ve been most helpful.” Dahlia placed her goblet on the table and stood.

“If you’d like Dahlia, I could ask Devon to intercede on your friend’s behalf? She wouldn’t dare to harm him and might even negotiate with the Highlord for the possibility of a return to the planes.” 

Dahlia paused considering Jenna’s offer. “I couldn’t impose on the Darkstar. I think my friend will listen to reason and just as well avoid Eomyrosis all together.”

“A most wise choice. Travel well Dahlia Hakbarrah.” Jenna said pleasantly.

The djinn bowed respectfully, “May the winds always carry you high Jenna Dayspring.” and left.

Jenna looked at the book mournfully. “Eomyrosis the Black.” and the gold dragon shivered.