This is a joint post between Scruffy and Dorym

It Occurs shortly after Nazmyr meets with Devon:

Rayne arrived at the Dragon Consulate in the Peerless Embassy Building late in the afternoon. She was well known to the djinn and had little trouble finding a member of the court. “Greetings Imra’a Kaif. It is good to see you again.” she said as she approached the copper skinned djinn noble with long black hair woven into a braid.

“Welcome Lady Skyphyre. What brings you to Armun Kelisk this day.” the djinn emissary said in greeting. 

“The Dragon Highlord bids me to find the Amir and deliver a message to him personally. Perhaps if Fatoush is available he could help me.” she asked with a friendly smile.

“He is here, though I’m not sure if he will be able to accommodate you today. I’ll ask him. Follow me if you would be so kind.” 

Rayne bowed and trailed behind the djinn emissary. She stopped in a well appointed sitting room. “Please make yourself comfortable. I shall relay your request to Fatoush.”

Rayne poured a glass of water from a decanter on a nearby table. She withdrew a small pouch from her belt and poured some of the white crystalline powder into the liquid before drinking it. The smell of sea salt filled her nose, and for a moment she was basking on a cliff near the ocean. Her peaceful daydream was broken by the sounds of disagreement coming from down the hall. She listened carefully, the way Devon had taught her, trying to hear what was being said.

“You took him where?” Fatoush hissed angrily. “That’s it. I will tolerate your embarrassment no longer. The relationship is over. I forbid you to see him again!”

“No Fatoush! Came a hushed whisper. You do not get to decide this.” Dahlia hissed back. “I will see who I choose!”

The knock on the door quieted the brother and sister.

“I’m sorry to disturb you Fatoush.” The djinn emissary interrupted.

“Not Fatoush Katrina! Call me Phantom!”

The Highlord’s personal aide, Lady Skyphyre, is here to see Stallac. She asks for you to escort her.”

“You see!” He glared at Dahlia. “You’ve insulted the dragons with your ink smudged elf! I am certain she is here to express his displeasure. Thankfully Rayne and I have grown close over the years. Surely she will understand.”

“Fatoush…” Dahlia began.

“Not now. I will fix this. You I will address later.”

Dahlia narrowed her eyes and turned away.

Fatoush buried his anger, forcing a smile on his face as he entered the receiving room with Katrina.

“Rayne my friend. It’s so good to see you. How fares your lord? Well I hope.”

“He is quite well Phantom, thank you for asking.”

Fatoush smiled and straightened proudly. “Come let us walk together.” he offered leading her out the embassy and onto the main road to the palace. “Katrina tells me you wish to meet with the Amir. I hope the Highlord is not too angry with my sister.”

“Why would he be angry old friend? Dahlia has done him no harm or insult in his eyes.”

“That is good to know for she has caused me much grief of late. I feared your arrival had to do with the dark skinned chelb.” (dog-terrible insult)

“In fact it does. You don’t like him I take it?”

“I despise him. The silk wearing gawad (pimp) tricks my sister into thinking he cares for her. I’m certain he means to steal her virtue and despoil her.”

Rayne said nothing allowing Fatoush to vent.

“Have you seen him? He wears a veil like a rakassah.(bellydancer) No man who has any pride in himself at all would wear such a thing. It is women’s clothing. I can only think in horror what he might wear for smallclothes.” 

Rayne chuckled at the thought. “Has he been disrespectful to you Phantom?”

“Have you not been listening?” he asked a little irate.

“Of course I have. I just mean to say, have his words offended you? Does he mistreat Dahlia?” 

“I prefer not to talk to him…when he does address me he calls me Fatoush. It is not Fatoush. It’s Phantom and he knows this. As for Dahlia,  she claims he treats her gently, with much kindness. But I know better than to trust the words of a woman.”

Rayne smirked. 

What does your lord think of this?” she pressed.

“He doesn’t think at all!” Fatoush spat. “He does not even consider my strong feelings or the insults to my honor that khara (piece of shit) inflicts upon me.”

“That doesn’t sound like Stallac.” Rayne offered in consolation.

“Oh but it is. One would think my years of faithful service and loyalty would be repaid with respect and appreciation, yet when the perfumed abu reiha (stinky man) arrived in Armun Kelisk  did he have him dragged away to the sky cells or even force him to leave? No… My friend the Amir not only greets him bidding him welcome, but then offers to tour him about the city exposing us all to that kalb’s (filthy dog) nefarious schemes and plots. He even goes so far as to free Thalia from her courtly duties that she might join in the madness.” Fatoush looked dejected. “It was a terrible betrayal. He then patted me on the shoulder like a child and tells me we shall watch him… Watch him? Like what? A sick voyeur peeping to see my sister’s womanhood befouled? He cares more for his weapons dealing than his own eayila.” (family) 

“The dark elf deals in weapons then?” The bronze dragon asked.

“Amongst other dark businesses I am certain.” Fatoush shook his head. “It would not surprise me if he were a slaver as well. His people are well known for such things.”

They entered the palace and an ornate hallway of pristine white marble with the feintist of blue veins. Fatoush called out to a guard captain asking if he had seen Stallac and if he knew his whereabouts. He was directed to a room Stallac had recently transformed into an armory.

“My Amir.” Fatoush announced himself. “The Lady Rayne Skyphyre requests the honor of your company. She bears important words from her master the Dragon Highlord.”  

“Of course Fatoush! See her in my friend.”

The djinn gritted his teeth as he held the door for Rayne as she entered. Once inside he stepped in closing it behind him. He moved to flank his liege.

She found Stallac in a room examining weapons of foreign design. “Greeting Lord Stoutheart. Thank you for seeing me.”

“Of course dear. You are always welcome. How is my pompous friend?” he asked with a grin.

“He is of good health and spirit my lord. Thanks for asking. The Darkstar recently met with the…” Her eyes slid toward Fatoush. “…friend of Lady Dahlia Hakbarrah, Phantom’s sister. He is most interested to know your thoughts about this Nazmyr Vandree and any information you may have about him.”

“Please have a seat Lady Skyphyre, May I offer you a refreshment or if it’s not too early in the day a stronger drink?”

Rayne bowed accepting the offer to sit. “Dragons make no such distinction of time.” she smiled pleasantly. “If it’s not too much to ask I might rather enjoy a glass of sweet white wine, perhaps the one Princess David brought with her on her last visit. I believe she said it was a marid blend containing just a touch of seaspray from the Elemental Plane of Water.”

“Fatoush would you please see to Lady Skyfryre’s request?”

“Phantom.” he mumbled before saying “Of course Amir.” then bowed. “I shall return quick as the wind.” 

Stallac’s eyes followed Fatoush out until he closed the door behind him.

“Now that we are alone, how have you been Rayne?”

“I am good Stallac, I’ve enjoyed many of the past weeks basking in the sun.” she stretched for effect. Devon’s duties have been minimal since he returned from Sanguinar. The Pale Lady’s punishment has been satisfied and all repairs to the town completed. He accepted the brunt of the discipline for my actions. Although these doings were not of my own choice, much havoc was wrought. It took some effort on his part to repair hard feelings. Devon still searches for the one who ensorceled me with the fell enchantment. Such is his love for me. However, it seems now Aliyeah has fallen back to her old habits of needing to shield him from danger busying him with political matters. We both know he requires no such protection and will soon grow bored with these functions. I expect we’ll be travelling in a fortnight. Until then I will enjoy the sun and seawater and as many festivals as I can convince him to attend.” Her hand found her way to a beaded braid sitting off her left shoulder. “And yourself? How are you and Ziva?”

“Ziva and I fare well thank you. Our relationship has no bounds and continues to grow daily.  I am incredibly fortunate to have found such a wonderful woman. We travel throughout the planes regularly and spend many an afternoon just chatting and talking. I truly have never seen such beauty as exists in the planes, my Ziva included. Now as for Devon, I wouldn’t fret about him being bored. He can slip away and be back without anyone being the wiser. That includes you my dear, Devon is resourceful to say the least.

“It is good to hear you and Princess David are happy.” her blue eyes bright and friendly began to sparkle like the sun glinting over the ocean waves. “It is true his skills allow for him to come and go unnoticed though usually it is at the pleasure of Aliyeah. However, I’ve learned long ago when he does not wish to be found he won’t.“ She smiled broadly. “If I’m being honest he can, at times, be quite difficult for a protection detail to look after. Fortunately he tends to include Maya or myself on his excursions and he can very well look after himself. Though as his protector, I have on occasion found it necessary to shield him from the wiles of would be seducers.” She laughed. “Now about this Nazmyr Vandree?”

Stallac’s raised his eyebrows as he stood, “Yes…Now about this Vandree…” 

He approached the door after seeing the slightest of vibrations shake it.  Stallac opened the door a split second before Fatoush arrived.

“A Phantom needs to learn to approach slightly quieter my friend.”

Stallac motioned for Fatoush to continue and enter.

Fatoush was holding a bottle of the marid wine and two glasses. Thank you Amir. I seem to have run out of hands.”

Fatoush placed the glasses down and uncorked the bottle. “A lovely choice Rayne.” he complimented. May I my lord?”

“Please do.” Stallac answered.

“If there is nothing else my Amir I’d like to check on the guard reports.” he had a distracted look about him.

Stallac nodded and Fatoush bowed and left.

Stallac shook his head as he observed Fatoush walk down the hall before closing the door.  

“My apologies Rayne he has not been himself of late, at least not since this Nazmyr Vandree entered the picture.”

“There is nothing to apologize for my lord. I can easily understand his frustrations.” she said pleasantly.

“Now that we are alone, as to your question regarding Nazmyr Vandree. He appears to be a typical dark elf interested in his own desires and gains. Hence why he is looking to open a weapon store here in Armun Kelisk.  What I still need to discern is his intentions in young Dahlia and our beloved City of Air. I’m sure you must have heard I offered him a grand tour of the city. Be aware its purpose was to get close to him and try and understand his motives. I am also very interested in his wares. Recently my home city of Westport was invaded by his kind.

“I recall my lord. I was there.”

With a sly grin “Ahh yes. hence some of the repercussions that Devon is dealing with on your behalf.”

“Dealt with thankfully, but yes. The laws of those people are excessively harsh. He was forced to remain on the prime and assume leadership as Nightmaster of Sanguinar to oversee all the reconstruction efforts while at the same time sit on the Council of Figureheads in the Port. I believe it was the Pale Lady’s intent to keep him away from our queen as long as she could. She knew precisely how to manipulate his loyalties to force him to agree.  He bore the consequences of my actions, shielding me from any punishment.” Rayne turned her head away somewhat ashamed. “Despite all he had done to defend the area from the drow army, Lady Radcliffe still felt the need to exert her power over him.” 

Stallac walked over and placed his hand on Rayne’s shoulder “You should know Rayne, that like Devon, the others and myself know full well it was not your doing.  Sanguinar can at times be fickle especially when it involves your High Lord. There are many mixed emotions over Devon that have not yet come full circle. You unfortunately were just the reason, this time, that Devon is forced to endure their idea of justice.  We will eventually find out who manipulated you in such a violating manner and exert our own justice on them.”  

“I appreciate you saying that.” she managed a weak smile. “I do believe the person or persons responsible will be discovered and punished.” 

Stallac smiled mischievously  “If possible at that time we may even let you get a small piece of that revenge.”

“That would make me quite happy. I can assure you, whoever is responsible will pay a terrible price”

Stallac nodded in agreement. “Back to the subject at hand.  Well odds are this Nazmyr Vandree was part of that army since he hails from that same region. My intent in purchasing his weapons is that if another such attack were to come to my home from the drow again, what better way for Westport to defend themselves than with drow weapons. Though it appears his weapons are Orcish in design…which raises other questions regarding this Nazmyr.”

Rayne opened her mouth to respond but Stallac raised his hand to stop her.

“My apologies Rayne but your question I assume was to be how I know he hails from that region.”

No Stallac, my questions are why would you trust orc weapons and how will your people react to receiving them?

Stallac rolled his eyes knowing Rayne, a proud dragon, couldn’t possibly be out thought

“Anyway Rayne, that is quite simple. I will first have the weapons tested. Once their integrity and strength are proven I will approach my people. If their quality is what I am assuming or better they will gladly accept them. What will it matter the maker of the weapon if the outcome far exceeds your current standard of weapon. Humans are not as fickle as other races. Yourself being a logical creature from an ancient race can not dispute such a claim.

“My time with the Highlord often causes me to forget humans are not quite as proud as dragons as he is not typical of your kind. My people would never think to bear the arms forged by an enemy into battle. We prefer our own craftsmen and design. But if your kin hold to no such standards than by all means a weapon is a weapon. I get the feeling however that Phantom might not agree with your handling of this man.”

“Fatoush might have been flustered by this drow’s visit but his instincts are rarely wrong. There is a reason he is my right hand man and my close friend. Based on those instincts I have had our drow visitor followed. I have even ordered earth elementals to watch him in the underdark where he can be observed from within the stone. They have strict orders to observe and not interfere in any manner whatsoever. Unfortunately my spy’s report that the underdark appears to have been overrun by demons and devils. The drow seem to have secured themselves within their cities, enhancing their wards and protections making it difficult to gather solid information.” he said with a look of dismay. “Sadly  all I’ve learned is that Nazmyr is in fact an arms dealer and he appears to care for Dahlia. He’s difficult to track across the planes but while in this city his every move will be observed. 

“I’m certain Phantom would be pleased to know this should you care to share it with him.” Her tone casual and friendly. “Is there anything else you can tell me? What are his mannerisms like, his attire, how does he travel? Is there anything unique or unusual you might have noticed about him that could be of interest to the Highlord?” she asked with interest.

His mannerisms are typical of any merchant or con man. Polite and respectful when need be and sarcastic and deceitful when the need arises. The dark elf acts and dresses like he is of nobility and refers to himself as a lord of what I’m sure must be a great house in his city. He has a flamboyant style obviously appreciating the finer things wealth can provide. He shifts through the planes as well. There is no telling just yet how many he’s visited or where he keeps safe havens.  I have assigned Astral and Planar trackers to gather information about other cities or locations he may travel to and from. If he is up to no good my spies will find out.” Stallac thought for a minute. “He wears a veil. That seemed unusual to me. I can only assume it’s magically enchanted. I can think of no other reason why he’d wear it.

“Perhaps he is horribly disfigured.” Rayne mused.

There was a light tap on the door “May I enter Amir?” Fatoush asked as he returned.

“Yes Fatoush. I trust you are content with the reports?”

“For now Amir. I hope I am not interrupting but there are matters I wish to discuss with you as well once you and Rayne are finished.”

Rayne smiled at the Djinn lord then turned her head toward her host. “I believe I have taken up enough of your time Stallac. Thank you for your most gracious hospitality. I should return to the Dragon Realm immediately with the valuable information you have shared with me.”

Stallac nodded. “Very well. Please tell Devon I wish to speak with him regarding this Nazmyr in the near future.”

“I will. I’m certain he shall feel the same. Thanks again.” she answered brightly.

Stallac extended his hand to help Rayne stand “Let’s hope your next call is more of a social visit, one where we can drink long into the night and the following morning.”

“Agreed, that would be splendid. Farewell Lord Stoutheart.” she turned to Fatoush. “Until next time old friend. May the winds be forever at your feet.”

Fatoush bowed graciously and she left.

“What troubles you Fatoush?”

“I’m sorry my Amir. I fear I have allowed myself to become distracted by this darkelf and his attachment to my sister. His intentions worry me.” 

“It’s Stallac to my friends, Phantom.” Stallac could see the Djinn Lord immediately straighten proudly. “Please sit and allow me to pour two more glasses.”

Stallac poured and served a glass of port wine grown locally and quite exquisite. He handed Fatoush the glass.

“Now relax and know that I would never allow anything to harm Dahlia so long as it is in my power to prevent. I will keep you apprised of anything I discover about this drow known as Nazmyr. Do not mistake my attempts to get close to him as favor but rather a way to better discern his motives. Know that based on your instincts alone I am having him closely watched.  Unfortunately my loyal friend your emotions have caused you to become inconsistent of late. For those reasons I have been forced to keep you in the dark. I only ask that you remove yourself from this equation Phantom and continue to act and deal with your family how you see fit without using this knowledge. Know that should he pose any threat to Dahlia or our world I can assure you he will be dealt with immediately and with great prejudice.”

Fatoush looked down for a moment. “I should never have doubted you.”

“No worries my friend. There is an open bottle of wine. Let’s see if we can make it empty.”

And they did.

This occurs shortly after Nazmyr’s meeting with Devon…

“What were you thinking Jenna? Did it not occur to you that you were putting Devon at risk by bringing that drow into his company? You might as well have walked an assassin right up to him then handed him a blade!” Aliyeah Queen of Dragons was angry.

“He was well protected Auntie. Maya, Rayne and Cassie were with him. There was no danger. I love him the same as you. I’d never put uncle at risk.” the young princess said defensively.

“And yet you did!” 

Jenna had never seen her aunt this upset before. The gold princess shifted her eyes and frowned toward Cam who was standing to the side of her queen silent.”

“Don’t make that face at Cam young lady.” The Gold Queen scolded.

“Jenna… honey.” Cam was apologetic yet firm. “You left me no choice. You know I’m sworn to protect him. I had to tell her.  What you did was reckless and dangerous.”

“Really?” she answered back with resentment. “Because the three dragons guarding him couldn’t kill a single drow… Like Devon couldn’t have killed him before Rayne clasped her cover up?!”

“Watch your tone Jenna.” Aliyeah warned. 

“No little one. I mean… I’m sure the risk to him was, to be fair, minimal.” Cam explained. “But what would he have done if this drow had threatened you? What would Devon do or trade to protect you, to guarantee your safety?” 

“I’m a gold dragon. I can protect myself!” she answered defiantly.

“As am I, a much older and considerably more powerful dragon than you child. Yet I found myself in great peril and he without hesitation traded his life for mine. Or have you forgotten so quickly? I was supposed to protect him from harm. I have spent years as your aunt’s most loyal advisor and when she assigned me the task of protecting her consort I failed. And he nearly died defending me. So I’ll ask you again young one. What would Devon do or trade to protect you?”

A tear rolled down her cheek as she looked at the floor. Jenna hadn’t considered the idea that she could have been manipulated in an attempt to compromise the highlord. Surely Dahlia would never… ”He’s Dahlia’s mate. Why would she betray our alliance? She would never want to cause us harm.”

“Agreed.” Cam said softly. “But she is as young and foolish as you. Too quick to trust and too naive to know if she is being used.”

“I expect better of you Jenna.” Aliyeah’s tone was harsh, her eyes downcast.

Cam began to feel sorry for the young princess. It was obvious to her Jenna was crushed by the sentiment of disappointment expressed by their queen.

“That’s enough.” The calm voice of the Dragon Highlord drew the attention of the room. “If it pleases my queen, I have already counseled the princess. There is no need to discipline her further.” He emerged from the shadows and stepped forward before bowing his head in deference. 

“You would presume to command your queen then Highlord? To tell me what need or not be done?” She said with a hint of indignation in her words.

Jenna’s eyes widened.

“Never your grand resplendence, I only wish to inform you that the matter has been addressed to my satisfaction and while your humble servant is most grateful for your generous intervention, I would hate for you waste any more of your valuable time and attention on such an insignificant error in judgement.”

Cam fought back a grin.

Aliyeah squinted her eyes.

Devon opened his arms and instinctively Jenna rushed to him, laying her head into his shoulder and squeezing him tight… “I’m sorry uncle. It won’t happen again.” 

Devon cleared a tear from her cheek. “I know it won’t. There… See… All settled.”

The dragon queen tilted her head as a dubious expression formed on her face.

“Now Jenna, if you’ll excuse us I have an important matter to discuss with our queen.”

Jenna nodded. “Spasibo dyadya.” <Thank you uncle> and hugged him.

“Pozhaluysta printsessa.” <You’re welcome princess> “Teper’ idi.” <Now go.>

She looked at Aliyeah who nodded in approval.

“Shall I take my leave as well my queen.” Cam asked.

“No. Stay. I want you to hear this important matter… If it pleases you Highlord.”

“My only pleasure is your favor my queen.” he smiled.

“You’re cute and charming… but not so much right now Darkstar” Cam offered reading the expression on Aliyeah’s face.

“Are you trying to irritate me by speaking that tongue? When did you teach Jenna Sanguinari?” The Gold Queen demanded.

Devon approached her and placed his hands on her hips. “She is my apprentice after all. Why should she not speak all the languages I do. Everyone close to me does.”

“Ok. So don’t mind me. I’m just going to leave.” Cam said nervously as she walked toward the door.”

“YA prosil tebya ostat’sya.”  <I asked you to stay.> Aliyeah commanded.

Cam stopped mid step turning back to her liege. “Konechno moya koroleva.” <Of course my queen.> She answered before her brain could stop her from replying.

The gold dragon smirked. “Everyone indeed.” She laid her arms over his shoulders and around his neck then sighed. “What am I to do with you.”

“I definitely don’t want to be here for that.” Cam quipped. 

Aliyeah smiled. “Ok Devon. What is so important?”

“I have questions regarding Eomyrosis.” 

Cam’s smile turned to worry. “Has she defied her exile. Has she threatened you?”

Even Aliyeah seemed uneased by the question.

“No of course not. I don’t think she would risk a death sentence just to menace me. Your wishes were clear my queen and Sable banished her in no uncertain terms.” 

Cam sighed in relief.

“So what questions could you have?” Aliyeah asked.

“Would you consider allowing her reinstatement to court?”

“Are you serious?” Cam asked incredulously. 

“Is it possible she may have learned from her mistakes? Perhaps her banishment has caused her to reconsider her feelings about me.”

“Why do you concern yourself with the dragon who sought to torture and murder you? Does not the idea of an ancient black dragon here in the realm and free to hunt you give you pause.” Aliyeah inquired.

“I’m not afraid of her.” Devon said flatly.

“You should be!” Cam sounded irate. “She’s killed dragons much older than any who serve on the queensguard. Where would you get these ridiculous ideas?” 

“I spoke with the drow Nazmyr Vandree. He told me his people suffer at her whim and came to humbly ask my assistance. He claims she desires to return to the planes.”

Cam shook her head. “This is exactly what I was warning Jenna about. Shall I summon her again my queen?”

“No.” Devon answered for her. “This has nothing to do with her.”

“The hells it doesn’t.” Cam argued back.

“Are you aware she’s Maya’s mother?” Devon asked.

Aliyeah sighed.

“I’ll fetch her too my queen.” Cam began to storm off.

“No.” Aliyeah ordered.

“Aliyeah. Who knows what poisonous thoughts those two naive dragons may have put in his head. This madness has to stop.” Cam implored.

“Is that your counsel my friend?” The gold queen asked.

“My counsel is you remove Maya from his protection detail and allow me to resume that role. You can dismiss Rayne too. He needs to be better educated about our culture and it’s clear they are not effectively doing so. Allow me the honor to guide and protect your consort.”

“The honor would be mine, as it always has been Camille.”

“Don’t call me Camille.”

Devon grinned. “You know Cam, in the worst of times, when the situation is most dire, it’s you I will dance with in the danger. But you are far too valuable to our queen to serve as a simple bodyguard. Maya and Rayne have gone above and beyond to defend me and while I won’t insult you by comparing my knowledge of dragon culture with yours what I will say is I have learned much. I know our queen is benevolent and forgiving.”

“Answer me this.” Aliyeah said. “Did Maya ask you for this favor?”

“She did not.” Devon responded truthfully. “I asked for her opinion of it and she simply stated she would not oppose her mother’s return. She also immediately reaffirmed her loyalty to me and the crown regardless of what you decide my queen.”

“Then why would you ask such a thing? You despise the drow. Let Eomyrosis do what you would see done yourself.”

“There is a difference between justice and cruelty my love. Besides, the reinstatement of Eomyrosis could provide an avenue of great support for your rule by the chromatics. The perception of fairness is a powerful ally.”

“Tell me you aren’t considering this.” Cam said. 

“I can assume then you spoke with Sable. I will not undo her judgement.” Aliyeah stated.

“No my queen. I would not think to address the Black Queen without your approval.”

The Gold Queen nodded her head in satisfaction. “Very well. Go to Sable. Explain your position to her and if she agrees, I will support her decision. She knows her mentor better than anyone else. If she rebukes you Devon I will hear no more of this… Understood?”

“As you command my love.” he said as he embraced her.

“Well I think you’re both insane. For the record I’m against the whole of it.” Cam was obviously annoyed. “And if you go and get yourself killed pursuing this ridiculousness… I’m really gonna be pissed at you Darkstar. If the worst happens you better pray to Bahamut you stay dead.”

“I love you too Cam.” Devon snarked. “I’ll journey out to the Boglands to meet with Sable as soon as she will receive me.”

“Not alone Devon.” Cam cautioned.

“No. Maya will escort me.” The Highlord turned his eyes back upon Aliyeah. “By your leave my queen.”

She kissed him softly. “Granted.”

Devon shimmered from her grasp and reappeared in his study. Maya had been biting her fingernails, waiting impatiently for his return. “How did you fare Maya?” 

“Queen Ebonscale awaits your arrival at the Sunken Fen.”

“Thank you Maya. We should leave at once.” Devon noticed she seemed somewhat out of sorts. “Are you ok Maya? Is something troubling you?” 

She took a deep breath then exhaled forcefully. “I’m sorry. I don’t mean to question your judgement, especially as I feel your attachment to me has certainly influenced it… but…”

“But what?”

“Are you sure about this my lord? Perhaps the risk is greater than either of us imagine. I can not live with the thought that you may come to harm because of me.”  

Devon smiled. “I make my own choices and hold no one responsible for them. Call it a character flaw. If some harm should befall me then I have only myself to blame.”

“You have spent too much time among us. Our arrogant nature is beginning to affect you.” she smiled back.

“Well then. If you’re done insulting me..”

“Hmmm.” She smirked. “That depends.” She looked at his legs with skepticism. ”Will we be walking our way through the swamp? Or will you be flapping your arms?” She made a mock flying motion. “It is a fair distance away.”

“You’re funny. Who would have thought? No…walking is out of the question. We’ll be flying. Actually you’ll be flying. I figured I’d just ride you all the way there.”

“My lord.” The black dragon said feigning embarrassment. “Whatever would our queen say.”

“Probably don’t drop me.” He said with a laugh.

They made their way to the courtyard and Maya walked some distance away. She turned her head back toward the Highlord and flashed a mouth full of ivory teeth. Her eyes took on a glow of blacklight as she transformed from the thin pale young lady with a constant scowl on her face into a large black dragon. Her lips peeled back revealing dark fangs and two long horns grew from her skull protruding forward. Black leathery wings swung out from sides and her soft milk white hands grew scaly with vicious looking claws extending from her fingertips. 

Devon approached her and she lowered her head eye level. “Do be gentle my lord. You know how soft and delicate I am.”

Devon pressed his hand against the edge of her wing and leapt atop her back. He pressed his body tight against her and secured his grip to the rigid scales jutting out from behind her shoulders. “Set.” he called out. Maya flexed her wings wide and lunged into the air. In less than a minute the castle had shrunk in the distance looking no larger than a child’s toy. The black dragon tilted hard right changing direction to the south west toward the Boglands. The further they flew from the mountain city, the more the air traffic changed. Where as a myriad of dragons of all colors and type could be seen circling the castle, once they crossed into the swampy region of the realm the air opened up and only solitary black dragons could be seen sparsely spread apart. Maya’s body language seemed to change as well. The strong strokes of her wings eased into a happy drift as she glided lower just above the tree line toward their destination deep in the marshes. They had been flying for hours yet Maya didn’t seem winded at all, even in the warm moist air. If anything she appeared to grow stronger. The change in climate lightened her mood and relaxed her quite a bit. Devon leaned his head to the side and saw what to him was typical marshlands. Stagnant water sat surrounded by deep green brush. Some of the water formed rivulets and ancient trees whose branches stretched wide often dipping into the streams formed a trail that Maya navigated with wistful joy. 

“It sure is something to behold my lord. Don’t you agree?”

Devon watched as a pool of brackish water belched sulphurous gas into the air. “Something is a good way to describe it.”

Maya gave him a crooked look. “You can’t honestly prefer the lifeless rock of the castle to the energy of the marsh. Even the air is alive around us.”

Devon held fast as Maya dipped to the side avoiding a swarm of flying insects. “Too much life for me.” Though the longer they spent navigating the waterways and brush the more Devon began to appreciate the inherent beauty of the place. 

Maya slowed to a hover just above a copse of land where an ancient stone entry, overgrown with thick ferns and colorful swamp plants with massive fronds awaited. Behind it a massive structure built into the trees hid camouflaged by the greenery. Devon marveled at how something so big could so easily be missed if you didn’t know where to look.

Devon tumbled from Maya’s back landing on the open ground. No sooner had his foot touched soil when two large black dragons emerged from the water, acid dripping from their mouths. Instinctively Maya landed wrapping her body around her lord as cold energy began to well in her mouth. 

“What have you there Amaya?” one asked, moving his head trying to get a better look. 

The other landed and changed form. He had long black hair spiked on top and deep purple eyes. “Stand down Nissiat. The queen’s handmaiden is in the company of the Dragon Highlord, Consort to the Queen of Dragons.” 

Nissiat transformed as he landed. “Is that so?” 

Maya took her humanoid form revealing Devon, dressed in armor of scintillating dragon scales of every color and turned her attention to the curious guardian. “Yes that’s so.” she said stepping aggressively toward him.

“Apologies my lord.” He said taking a step back from female dragon who glared at him.

“Welcome my lord.” the other said with a bow.

“Coop. It’s been some time my friend. It is good to you have healed.” Devon offered with his hand in greeting.

The black dragon so named took his hand. “Yes. I am most grateful for it too.”

Maya cleared her throat. “Ahem. My lord is here to see the queen.” She pushed past Coop. “If you don’t mind.”

“Of course.” he replied. “Shall I summon an escort Lady Malnyx.” 

“For what purpose?” she demanded. “Do you believe I’ve forgotten the way?”

“No. of course not.” he said defensively. “I was trying to be polite to our guest.”

“He has an escort. Me.”

“Of course my lady.” he said with a bow.

“Bitch.” Nissiat mumbled.

“Say again?” she threatened.

“Err. Which means you don’t need us.” and he slunk back into the water.

She looked at Coop.

“Farewell my lord. Until next we meet.”

Devon bowed. “Stay well.” And the black dragon dove back into the bog.

“Come my lord.” Maya said, then led him through the archway. 

The Boglands part 2

The corridor was formed from mortared black rock and looked wet to the touch as the damp swamp air condensed on its surface. A hundred feet through, the passage widened to enormous size. Dragons could pass each other easily with little trouble. Enormous Black Dragonborn with pikes and shields manned the walkway. The passage ended at a pair of massive iron doors discolored by acid wash. Two dragonborn centurions stood at attention. As Maya approached they opened the doors which creaked in protest. Once through the portal the decor changed. The floor was comprised of coins from long dead civilizations set to the ground like tile. Drowned artwork hung on the walls and neglected statuary, some heavy with moss growth lined the walls. The throne was carved from the trunk of a once waterlogged, now petrified tree, its roots forming steps and gnarled branches serving as armrests. The black bark had green and purple gems running through its veins serving to add a touch of opulence to the otherwise dreary seat. A dozen black dragonborn centurions stood guard in a semicircle around the dais. Three smaller seats were arranged on either side of the throne. 

A female dragon in humanoid form wearing snug fitting leather armor walked toward them. Devon knew her well. Koreyat had an angry yet attractive look about her. Her long black hair ended in blue tips that matched her eyes. She met Maya’s gaze then spoke. “My lord. The queen will see you. If you’ll follow me.”

As he walked toward the raised platform that formed the dais, Devon watched as the black queen took her position on the throne. Sable Ebonscale wore a sheer thin black linen shirt over a leather bustier. Thigh high leather boots with dull silver buckles covered tight black leather pants. Her handmaidens took their place flanking their queen. The dragon who met them paused at the foot of the dais then motioned for them to hold. She stepped forward and sat among the handmaidens leaving one seat noticeably empty. 

Devon bent his knee and bowed respectfully as Maya did the same. 

“Welcome Highlord.” Sable said in greeting. “The Black Flight is honored to receive you.”

“Thank you for the audience. Your gracious hospitality is appreciated your highness.”

“Rise my lord. To what do I owe the pleasure of your visit?”

Devon stood then stepped forward, as he did the dozen centurions lowered their pikes. He brought his foot back and the centurions resumed attention.

Sable smirked. “Apologies my lord. I’m afraid my personal guard are a bit zealous. I’m sure you understand a monarch’s need for protection.”

“Of course your highness.” he said with deference. “If your grace would indulge me, I wish to request your assistance with a pressing issue.”

The queen looked to Maya. “Lady Malnyx. I’m sure your journey was long and tiresome. You may retire for the time being.” 

Maya hesitated.

Sable smiled broadly. “Do not fret child. I’ll look after the Highlord personally.” Her smile faded. “You’re excused.“

“Of course my queen.” She bowed then turned her head toward Devon. She was obviously uncomfortable leaving him alone.” 

He nodded in approval.

“Highlord. I would invite you to approach, however, first, you’ll need to turn your weapons over to one of my handmaidens. I’m sure you don’t mind. You won’t need them here.” 

“And if I refuse?”

“Then I have enjoyed your visit my lord and look forward to hearing your request next time I am in the capital.”

Devon held her eyes for a moment before shifting his sight to the empty chair. “Of course your highness. As you command.” Devon unbuckled his belt then called out to Maya who was already some distance away. “Lady Amaya Malnyx, handmaiden to Queen Sable Ebonscale of the Black Flight.”

Maya paused mid step and turned to face him. 

“Would you be so kind as to secure my weapons for me. Such is the will of the queen.”

Maya fought back a smirk and bowed to hide her expression. “Of course my lord. It would be an honor.”

She walked back to Devon and accepted the weapon belt holding his two kukris and dagger.  She watched as his hand brushed against the Sanguinari truesilver blade. “I’ll take care of it my lord. You can trust me.”

“I do.” he replied and turned to face the Black Queen. 

Sable Ebonscale wore the same scowl he had seen on Maya’s face so often. “Approach my lord.” 

He bowed then passed through the centurions. Sable rose and extended her arm for him to take. He accepted her offer and they walked from the throne room and down a secret corridor behind the petrified tree. Sable’s handmaidens trailed behind them. They arrived at a sitting room that had a fireplace burning to keep the air dry. The furnishings here were more akin to what he was accustomed to at Dragon Mountain. 

“Thank you for the escort my lord.” Sable said as she found herself a comfortable chair facing the fire. She tapped a seat on the sofa next to her and offered. “Please sit.” She turned her attention to her handmaidens. “Find your sister and settle her in. The Highlord and I are not to be disturbed.”

They bowed in unison. “Of course my queen.”

Once they were alone Sable smiled. “Apologies for the theatrics Devon. Black Dragons only understand fear and power. It was necessary that I demonstrate my strength to maintain their loyalty. I hope I have not insulted you.”

“Not all your highness. I do not offend easy.”

“Good. I’m glad to see Amaya is having a positive influence on you. Though she appears to have been influenced by you as well. If I didn’t know any better I’d begin to think my dour little handmaiden has grown quite fond of you. Never would I imagine that my commands could draw pause from any of my courtesans. By the way, I must congratulate you on your quick witted adherence to my decree that you relinquish your weapons. Using Maya’s place in my court was quite clever. You’ve learned much about our ways.”

“Your highness is kind to say so.”

“We’re alone Devon. You may call me by name. How is my clutch mate? I trust you are treating her well.”

“As well as I know how Sable. She is of good health and spirits, though not so thrilled with the business I am hear to discuss with you.” 

“Is that so? Perhaps then I should pour some drinks before you begin.” As she stood Devon moved to rise. Sable put her hand on his shoulder holding him in his seat then placed her foot between his legs. “Would you mind unbuckling these boots. You can’t imagine how uncomfortable they are.”

“Not at all.” Devon unbuckled the first, thigh to ankle and removed the boot for her then did the same for the other.

“Ah… Much better.” She said as she walked over to a table holding a bottle of green liquid. “This is a local product.” She offered. “It’s distilled from wormwood found in the marsh then fermented together with green anise, sweet fennel, and some regional medicinal and culinary herbs. It is a favorite among the Black Flight. I do hope you enjoy it.” She grinned. The Black Queen handed him a glass keeping another for herself. She sipped it slowly watching for his reaction.

Devon sipped from the glass and immediately was taken by the potency of the drink. He felt his heart begin to race as Selene’s vampyr blood ignited like fire burning through his veins, devouring the potent alcohol. 

“Do you like it?” the Black Queen asked. 

“Delicious.” he answered taking another sip. 

“Excellent. Now, what business do you wish to discuss that has my closest friend so vexed?”

“It’s Eomyrosis.”

Sable cursed. “What has she done now?”

“Not what you think Sable. She has not defied you.”

The Black Queen began to calm. “Then what?” she demanded.

She desires to return to the planes. 

“So.”

“So would you consider ending her banishment.”

“You are consort to the Queen of Dragons. Why not bring this request to Aliyeah?”

“I would not insult you by asking my queen to overrule you. And she respects you too much to undo your judgement.”

“This pleases me to hear. The answer is no.”

“But, I haven’t had the chance to explain to you the reason why I am asking.”

“I don’t care. She defied my will, committed treason against our queen and need I remind you, plotted to torture and kill you. You might not care about your well being Devon but Aliyeah does and therefore I must.” 

“I appreciate your concern Sable but I am well protected. Do you truly believe she would kill her own daughter to get to me?”

Sable paused and thought for a moment. “Perhaps… Yes… I believe she would.”

“What if she agreed to forsake those foolish thoughts in order to return. She was your mentor after all, a relationship considered sacred where I was raised. Wouldn’t you like to have her back in your service?” 

“I banished her because it was the only way to save her life. If she returned and defied me again I’d have no choice but to execute her. Like I said before. Black Dragons only respect power.”

“I’m certain she knows this.”

“I can’t Devon.” She leaned back into her chair bringing her feet up across his lap. Ask me for anything else. But this I must refuse.”

Devon stroked the back of her foot. “She’s terrorizing a city on the prime distanced exactly far enough away from Westport to abide by your banishment. Do you think that’s a coincidence? How long before she begins to test those boundaries. I’d be better protected if she were here, where the whole of the sixth flight was able to offer me aid. On the prime, I have only Maya and Rayne. Formidable dragons to be sure but I like my chances for survival less.”

Sable sipped her drink. “Then maybe you should stay with Aliyeah where you are safe. She’d rather you spend more time in court anyhow.”

“You know I can’t do that.” Devon also sipped his drink. Whatever was in the glass was beginning to tax his ability to neutralize. “And isn’t possible her return could strengthen support among the chromatics for our queen by demonstrating she is fair minded and merciful.”

“Or weak. It’s a dangerous ploy Devon.”

Devon finished the glass as custom demanded. He began to feel a bit light headed. The Black Queen took notice.

“You don’t look well. Arrangements have been made for you to remain here. I will consider your request Darkstar. But for now you should get some rest.”  Sable stood and left the room. Devon could feel it began to shift and spin. A few moments later she returned with Maya. “Take him to your cabana. You’ll both be staying until I render my decision. Return his weapons. He is my guest and is to be treated so.”

“As you command my queen.” Maya helped Devon to his feet. She took the empty the glass from his hand and brought it to her nose. “Really?” she said accusingly.

The Black Queen smiled. “It’s not what you think. He did well and earned my respect. Don’t worry Amaya I didn’t harm him. He’ll be fine with a bit of sleep.”  

Devon leaned heavy into Maya. “Everything is moving.”

“I know my lord, I’ve got you. You’re ok.”

“Did she agree?” 

“Not yet. We are to wait until she decides. Unless you’d rather I take you home?”

“No. We stay.”

“As you say my lord.” They reached an archway leading into a courtyard of open air in the marsh where six bungalows were set in a semicircle bordering botanical gardens of marshland. Maya carried him through the doorway of the one she had lived in as handmaiden and laid him on the mattress in her bedchamber. As he drifted off to sleep his armor faded, the magic interrupted. He was warm to the touch ”Fever… damn her…” Maya stripped his clothes and covered him with a light blanket. She grabbed a quilt for herself then curled up in a rattan papasan chair positioned near the bed, watching him as he slept. Darkness fell in the fen and the sounds of insects chirping blended with the song of nocturnal swamp creatures creating a lullaby. She wondered if they had made a mistake in coming here. She closed her eyes and waited for Devon to wake. 

The Boglands Part 3

Daylight broke and soft beams of luminescence set the marsh aglow as the morning dew glistened off broad leaves and tall grasses. Devon squinted as he surveyed the strange surroundings, not quite sure where he was. The black dragon’s keen hearing took notice that he had stirred. “You’re awake my lord?” Maya asked with some surprise in her voice.

“Maya?” He pushed himself up into a sitting position.

“Easy my lord.” She rose from the over-sized chair and stood beside the bed examining him. 

“How do you feel Devon?” 

“Foggy, like my head is sloshing with swamp water.” he answered. “How long have I been asleep?”

“Two days.” She sat on the edge of the bed, leaned over and felt his head. “Hmmm” she said with curiosity. “No fever. You’re a quick healer.”

“What was in that drink?” He asked trying to shake his head clear. “Distilled spirits have never affected me like that. Selene passed her celerity onto to me and her Sanguinari blood burns all toxins from my system. I can’t get drunk.”

“It wasn’t the alcohol my lord. The queen served you what we call ‘achuak hesjing’. 

“Green water?”

She nodded “or simply ‘the green’ A very popular distillation among black dragons. It contains a parasite derived from the wormwood that can have rather strong effects. It’s been known to cause hallucinations and sometimes worse in those with weak constitutions. One sip should have sufficed to intoxicate you… you finished a glass.”

“And you drink this why?”

Maya grinned. “Black dragons have strong acid in their stomachs that kill the parasite and leave the green with nothing more than a sweet liquor flavor. Most times when a non black drinks it we add a touch of acid to mitigate the effects of the parasite. It appears my queen was curious to see how you might react to it. She was testing you.” Maya paused uncomfortably. “She didn’t…”

“Didn’t what?”

“It’s nothing. I’m sure I’ve overreacted. Queen Ebonscale wouldn’t… I mean you are Aliyeah’s consort and very much spoken for…”

“Oh.” Devon said with sudden realization. “No… I don’t think so. Things are a bit hazy but I think I’d know right?”

Maya smirked. “You would know my lord. Rest a bit more. I’ll see to breakfast.” She stood to leave.

“Ahem…Maya?”

“Yes my lord?”

“My clothes?”

“Oh yeah…” She said with a mischievous grin. “I meant to ask you where you left them?” she turned and walked out.

“She’s definitely spending too much time with Rayne.” he thought. He forced himself out of bed and walked around the room trying to get the haze to clear from his head. It didn’t take long for him to find his garments neatly folded and placed on a wide wardrobe cabinet. He dressed yet still found himself feeling naked without his kukri. He stepped out of the bedroom and into a large sitting room. There was a dining area to the side and a kitchen that looked as if it had not been used in some time. A fire had been set in the hearth but clearly no cooking had been done here in years. The cupboards were rather bare save for some dusty bottled spices and there was little in the way of drink but a few water skins hastily hung from a rack. Devon decided to explore a bit more and made his way to the front door. When he opened it, he heard a blood curdling roar as giant crocodile snapped at him. He quickly backed into the cottage as the creature stared at him menacingly.

“Snuggles! No!” Maya shouted as she approached the bungalow. ”Come.” The giant crocodile snapped one more time for good measure then rolled and turned tail wagging to Maya. Devon watched as Maya knelt and began to pet the creature. “Who’s a good boy. Did the strange man frighten mommy’s snuggles? Hmm… Did he?” The beast’s tongue had fallen to the side of his mouth and his eyes were rolling in delight.

“Snuggles?” Devon asked.

Maya scowled. “What were you thinking? I told you to rest and said I’d be right back. You scared him.”

“Scared him?” Devon said somewhat in shock. 

She glared at him.

“You’re right Maya. I’m sorry. You know how quickly I become stir crazy. I should have waited for you.”

Her sneer faded into a weak smile. “Yeah… Well I can’t blame you. The fen is beautiful in the morning and mommy’s good boy is so cute, isn’t he? Isn’t he?” she said stroking the crocodile. “Come here my lord. Let me introduce you.”

“To the giant crocodile?”

Maya tilted her head in reprimand.

“Ok.” Devon said somewhat unsure. “He’s not going to eat me right?”

“No… Not once you’ve been properly introduced. Here. Sit.” She patted the ground next to her.

Devon walked cautiously over to where Maya was kneeling and sat in a dry patch of soft grass. He could hear the beast was growling at him.

“Mr. Snuggles, this is mommy’s friend Devon. Devon, this is Mr. Snuggles. Devon felt the cold eyes of the crocodile staring at him.

“Uhh, Hello… Mr. Snuggles?”

“Go ahead pet him. Good boys like to be pet.”

“Really?” Devon asked in disbelief.

“Yes really? You’re not afraid are you?” she challenged.

“I’m a wizard and a rogue both professions require fingers.” 

The crocodile turned his head into Devon and sniffed him loudly.

“Go on.” Maya prodded.

Devon slowly reached out and ran his hand across the bumpy skull of the creature. It pushed its head against him like a cat demanding more attention and Devon could swear he heard it purr.

“Aww. He likes you.” Maya said rather pleased.

“Uhsi.” She called back to the kobolds he had only just noticed. Bring the supplies inside, and Hen, start breakfast. We’ll be in shorty.

“Kobolds?” Devon whispered. 

“You didn’t expect I’d be cooking did you?” Maya laughed. “Come. You still need more rest. You boys can play later. She stood and extended her hand to Devon. He stood a bit shakily and she steadied him. “The green is not quite done with you.”

“Afraid not.”

 “Let’s have some breakfast.”

“Thank you Maya. Sounds good.”  They walked back to the cottage as Mr. Snuggles took his spot sleeping by the front door.

Once inside Devon could see the kobold she called Hen was busy cooking. She looked like a small wingless bipedal dragon with lean feminine features. She had shiny black skin and yellow eyes, standing about four feet tall. Judging by the aroma wafting from the stove, Devon imagined fresh eggs and potatoes. He saw here was also vegetables of sorts and some type of meat searing in the hearth. Uhsi by contrast was half a head taller and quite muscular for his size. He had the same shiny black skin but red eyes. The kobold was unloading a cart and stocking the cupboards with sundries. Large jugs of liquid filled several shelves and dusty bottles were laid into wine racks. He had just connected a decanter that clearly radiated magic to a spout above a deep basin when he saw Devon. He stopped and fell to a knee. Hen did as well bowing her head low. “It is an honor to serve you Highlord. Should you require anything do let us know.” he offered in heavily accented common.

“Thank you. Please. No need to kneel and bow. I’m not that important.”

“Actually you are.” Maya corrected.

Hen looked up for a quick moment and her dark skin seemed to flush. “If Hen may say so my lady, he’s quite handsome.” she complimented in the tongue of dragons.

“He’s the Highlord.” Maya chided. “He speaks draconic.” 

Hen became even more flush with embarrassment and quickly turned to go back to work. Uhsi nodded and resumed his duties.

“Was that necessary Maya.” Devon asked quietly. 

“Maya’s scowl had returned. “In fact it was my lord. You aren’t in the capital anymore. The Boglands observe a strict caste system. You are their better. Act like it.”

“You know my sweet Maya, sometimes the greatest strength can be found in mercy and the greatest power in compassion.”

“Not here my lord.” She said in a cold tone. She motioned toward the table. “Please sit.”

Devon shook his head but did as he was bade. Hen quietly placed plates of food in front of them. “Thank you Hen.” he said pleasantly. The kobold smiled but a stern look from Maya sent her scurrying away. 

“That’s quite a bit of store. How long do you expect we’ll be here?”

“We can leave at your pleasure my lord… but if you hope to receive the approval of my queen, then the answer is as long as she so desires. As you know, dragons see time differently and are never in a hurry to make decisions. For now I suggest you enjoy the hospitality of the Black Flight and take in the beauty of the fen.

“Very well.” Devon ate the food trying not to guess what it was or where it came from. To be fair, it didn’t taste bad just unusual to his palate. He was still feeling a bit light headed after the meal and Maya suggested he rest for the day until the lingering effects of the green were gone. 

“Perhaps tomorrow you’ll be up to a tour of the palace and surrounding wetlands. There is much I’d like you to see.”

“Sounds lovely Maya.” He was still unsteady on his feet. 

“Here let me help you inside.” She offered leading him to the bedchamber.

Halfway to the room Devon stopped. “There is only one bedroom and it’s yours. I’ll be fine in the parlor.”

“No. You’ll take the bed.”

“But…”

“Do not test my patience Darkstar.” 

She sat him on the bed and began to undress him.

“What are you doing?”

“Only dead people sleep in their clothes. Are you dead people?”

“No.”

“Do you want to become dead people?” She asked with a blend of mischief and menace.

“No my lady.”

“Dragons aren’t known for modesty nor are we shy. You should be accustomed to it.”

“I thought it was only Rayne who enjoyed making me uncomfortable prancing around naked.”

“Nope. It’s all of us. Enjoy.” She smirked.

Once he was settled Maya resumed her place curled on the rattan papasan quietly letting the day slip away. The next few were no different.

The Boglands Part 4

Devon woke to the smell of fresh coffee. He carefully sat up and knew immediately he was feeling more himself. He hopped off the bed and quickly found his feet. It appeared ‘the green’ had run its course. He found his clothes carefully folded in the same place on the cabinet as the days before. “Clean.” he cast and the grime of the swamp washed away. Still …something was missing. 

Maya had been quietly watching him from the circular cushion. “Your weapons Devon. Your body aches to be made whole and your kukri is the only remedy.” 

Devon watched as she walked over to an armoire. Her eyes flickered silver and she exhaled a mouth full of cold air. The wardrobe turned blue reflecting the change in temperature. She then drew a spittle of acid from her mouth and smeared it on a sigil. It took on a lurid green glow then sounded an audible ‘click’. She opened the door and drew the belt holding his kukris and dagger that he had given her at the demand of the Black Queen. “Here Darkstar. It pains me to see you sulk.”

“But the queen said…”

“Queen Ebonscale has proclaimed you are her guest and as such are to be afforded every courtesy your station demands. Take them my lord. By the queen’s favor you are given the right to wear them.” She handed him his weapons.

Devon fastened the belt about his waist and slid the dagger into its place on his right thigh. He drew his truesilver kukri and spun it in his hand. “Ahh.” he exhaled. “Much better.”

You know you really don’t need those things. You are a powerful wizard, and even more so than that, have been blessed with the heart of a dragon, affording you our form and power. Why you rely on those decorations is beyond me.

“Perhaps I’m sentimental.”

“Yes. I know. I’m sorry.” she snarked.

They walked into the parlor where Hen had poured steaming hot coffee. “Thank you Hen.”

The kobold reddened and hurried away.

“I think you frightened her.” Devon said to Maya.

“Good.”

Uhsi carried a heavy platter over the table then excused himself. Devon peered outside and saw the kobold had set to the task of feeding Mr, Snuggles. He had a large bucket of torn up meat he tossed into the crocodile’s mouth. 

“Would it kill you to be even a little nice to her?”

“It might my lord. Best I not chance it.” she replied making a plate of food for herself. 

Hen who had been in the kitchen cleaning hurriedly prepared a plate for the Highlord and brought it to him. “Thank you.” he smiled. She returned his smile then as quickly as she came she was gone.

They finished their meal and set off to tour the castle. Maya explained how the handmaidens all kept residence in the courtyard, each having their own cottage. They took some time to enjoy the playful Mr. Snuggles and when they left he almost seemed sad to see them go. 

“I must admit I’ve never met a trained giant crocodile before.” 

“You’ve never played house with a black dragon before.” she offered with a smirk.

The castle was an architectural wonder, Exquisite stonework blended with the natural foliage of the fen. Petrified trees created columns and were woven into walls with artistic design. Some areas were damp with humidity, as such they were wet with the sweat of the rock. Others, typically the sections occupied by the court, were kept dry and well maintained by the kobold servants. Most locations honored the environment with natural features ranging from pools of murky water to natural green foliage and colorful marsh flowers or even cascading clear falls running down walls into pristine pools. 

Maya approached the wet rock of the hallway. “See how the moisture coats the stone? It’s how the castle got its name..Sunken Fen. The wet rock gives the place a submerged sunken feel” 

Devon listened with interest as Maya expertly explained all the sights they passed. There were of course occasions where their paths crossed with other residents of the castle. When they did Maya seemed to revert to her more surly demeanor, nasty and threatening. Once alone she would resume her pleasant sharing of the history and culture of the Black Flight and the lands in which they dwelled. She led them into a room where a natural pond of murky still water rested undisturbed.

“Care for a swim? There is something special I’d like to show you?”

“In that? Is that water safe to breath?” he inquired.

“Of course my lord. We use these pools to access the waterway in and around the castle. She stepped close to him. If you’d like I can expedite our travel through. I am a better swimmer after all.” She wrapped her arms around him and casually led him the stone lip holding the indoor pond in place. With a lerch she dragged him in. Between the dark cloudy water and speed of Maya’s travel, Devon found it somewhat difficult to see. It wasn’t long before a glint of light could be seen from above. Maya sped towards it eventually erupting from the surface and carrying him to solid dry land outside the keep..

“I’m not sure what you wanted to show me but unfortunately I couldn’t see all that much down there.”

“Ha..Ha..” she answered sarcastically. “That was just the fastest way out. What I want to show you is a short flight away. She stepped off a short distance and transformed. “Coming?” she asked through rows of razor sharp teeth. “Climb up.” He did and off she went thrusting them into the air. Maya kept close to the water, so much so the tips of her hind claws dragged across the surface. She meandered through brush, swerved away from trees and dipped under the low hanging branches of ancient weeping willows. “Hold tight,” she said and a moment later the dragon dove deep beneath the black water of a lake. She swam with such grace and speed that Devon couldn’t help but be impressed. When they emerged from the water they were in an underground cave lit by glowing lichen. Maya crawled to the dry shore and Devon tumbled to the ground. She took her human form again then grabbed him by the hand pulling him as she ran forward. 

“Where are we?” Devon asked.

“You’ll see soon enough.” she grinned. They turned up a winding path that entered a large chamber with a massive hearth There was large comfortable cushion in the center of the space and collection of water damaged art arranged in decoration. Colorful marsh plants in clay pots gave the impression of a garden. A large pile of coins spilled from an alcove into the parlor. “Well? What do you think?”

Devon was at a loss for words. He had spent enough time in the company of dragons to recognize a lair. “Your home is beautiful Maya.”

She smiled pleased.

“But this is your secret lair, your private place. Why bring me here?”

She looked at him curiously. “No one has ever been here before. None have set foot in this room. Should you find yourself in danger, a situation I can’t resolve, at least I’ll know you have a safe place to take refuge. You can shimmer here now.” She paused. “There is no one else I would trust with this knowledge.”

Devon was touched by the faith and concern she showed for him. “Thank you Maya.” 

“Besides.” she said in her typically aloof manner. “I needed clothes and I can’t trust you to be alone. Last time I did you drank a glass of parasites. You need me here.”

Devon grinned. “I can’t argue that my lady.”

“It’s better you don’t.” she smirked. 

Devon followed her into another area that obviously served as a bedroom. Maya gathered some things and packed them in backpack. They went up a flight of stairs and into another large room that served as a kitchen and dining space. Unlike the bungaloo, this place was well stocked and showed obvious signs of use.

“May I assume this is where you go when you have free time.”

“You can assume what you like….but yes.” 

“Drink?” She drew a bottle of green liquid from a rack. 

“Is that?”

“Mmhm. It’s time I taught you how to enjoy this properly. If I know Sable you’ll be served this again.” She uncorked the bottle and poured two glasses. “How much do you love me?” she asked.

“Immensely.” He said with a bow.

“Good then you won’t mind this.” Maya drew some acid into her mouth then spit it into the glass. It fizzed for a few seconds then stopped. “There. Now drink.”

Devon eyed her dubiously.

“Go on.” She demanded as she stared at him. “I thought you said you loved me? Love requires trust.”

He took the glass and sipped it. Immediately he felt his blood ignite with fire as it burned away the alcohol. The flavor had changed. In addition to the green anise, sweet fennel, and herbs, he could also taste floral juniper, bitter myrrh, and cinnamon. 

“The sweet cinnamon taste tells you the green is safe to drink. If you can’t smell cinnamon don’t drink it… at least not in that form.” They had just finished their drinks when Maya suggested. “We should get back before you’re missed.” She grabbed her backpack and clasped his hand. “Would you do the honor?” 

Devon shimmered and in an instant they were back at the cottage. 

Hen shrieked in fright startled by their sudden arrival. Maya scowled and stalked off to her bedroom to place her clothes. Devon apologized for causing her distress and her eyes grew wide as she hurried away attending to her next chore.

Maya stood in the doorway to the bedroom. She had changed her clothes but found her frown. “You’re going to need clothes too. It doesn’t do to have the Highlord wearing the same garments every day. Perhaps we could visit the market tomorrow if you agree, my lord.”

“Couldn’t I just shimmer back to Dragon Mountain and collect some things. I honestly did not expect to be away for any significant time.” he asked.

You’ve made a request of our queen. Black Dragon etiquette requires you remain in her realm until such time she has made her decision. Should you leave now, even for a short time you will insult her and be refused. If what you ask is not important enough to stay and wait on her favor then it is not important enough to grant.”

“You could have told me to pack a bag before we left.”

“Apologies my lord. I assumed your request would be nothing more than a formality. I did not expect Sable to inconvenience the Dragon Highlord. Though knowing her difficult nature perhaps I should have… “

“No apologies necessary my lady. I’m learning much in my time here thanks to you.” He offered in praise. “I won’t break courtesy with the Black Flight. We’ll stay.”

Maya bowed. “As you say my lord. The markets then?”

“Sounds like a good idea Maya.” and the day faded to night.

The Boglands Part 5

Devon sat in the courtyard rubbing the underbelly of Mr. Snuggles as the giant crocodile laid on its back squirming in playful joy. The swamp air was humid and heavy but he didn’t notice. The magic he cast acclimated him to the environment and he felt no discomfort from the heat. He heard footsteps in the doorway to the cottage and turned his head to see Maya holding a hot mug what smelled like herbal tea. She was smiling. 

“What?” he inquired.

“Oh nothing my lord. It just makes my heart, such as it is, swell with happiness to see my two favorite boys getting on so well.”

“Favorite you say.” he teased.

Maya scowled. “Nope…changed my mind.” She sipped her tea. “When you’re done frollicking with my crocodile we should probably head to the market.”

Devon rose and Mr. Snuggles immediately flipped back onto his feet. The beast kept bumping into him and pressing against his side as he walked toward Maya trying to get his attention. Devon stopped a few feet from the porch and reached over to pet the head of crocodile who panted happily. 

Maya glared at her pet. “Traitor.” she scowled at the beast. “I think it’s time you learned to navigate the swamps Darkstar. I’ll lead, you follow.”

“As you command my queen.” he said sarcastically and bowed. The crocodile seemed to mimic Devon, lowering his head too. “

“You’re funny Snuggles…You my lord irritate me” she sneered. 

“You love me.”

“I’m glad you think so.” she said sarcastically. Maya placed her empty cup on the porch table and stepped into the courtyard. “Do try and keep up.” Once again she morphed into her dragon form and took flight. Devon cast his magic and shapechanged into a black dragon himself leaping into the air hurrying after her. Compared to Maya’s adeptness in navigating the terrain he looked downright clumsy. If not for his quick reflexes he’d have crashed into trees multiple times. As it was he wore leaves and branches. The occasional spray of bog water shot back from what he was certain could only be an intentional tail slap by his companion. After some hours of flight they arrived at what looked from the sky to be a crowded town of thatched wooden huts connected by planked bridges and boardwalks. It was settled on a lake with docks extending into tributaries reaching out in several directions. Maya landed on one such pier and transformed. Devon did the same. “Welcome to the Opass Caesin Market my lord. The grand bazaar of the Boglands.”

They walked side by side as the black dragon began to show him around. There were a few scattered shops on the giant pier most selling food for hungry travellers who had newly arrived. “Care for snack my lord?” Maya asked walking purposefully toward one such kiosk. “Braised mud eel. MMmmm. I’ll take six.” 

“I’m good, you don’t need to buy me any” he replied politely.

“Sorry my lord. How rude of me. I only ordered for myself.” She looked at Devon with mischief in her eyes. “Make that seven. I’m sure my lord is anxious for a taste of your fine cuisine.” The proprietor was a large lizardman with oily black scales and a large sail running from the top of his head down to the middle of his back.

Devon gave her a crooked look but graciously accepted the eel from the lizardman vendor who watched his expression carefully for approval. Devon didn’t want to insult the merchant so he bit into it and smiled. He swallowed hard forcing it down. “Delicious.” 

The merchant nodded his head in satisfaction.”

Maya who had already eaten three of the six she bought for herself began to chuckle. “I’m glad you’re enjoying it.”

Truthfully the meat was sweet and rather tasty… soft but with a good chew. However whatever it was braised in left a peculiar aftertaste of spoiled egg and pickling. They walked further into the bazaar and Devon saw that many storefronts were selling goods one might think were far too valuable for an open air market comprised of thatched huts and bungalows. Others hawked items crafted from local woods, stones and other natural resources. Maya led him to shop that specialized in silk clothing woven from the webbing of phase spiders. She picked out several shirts dyed in the customary dark pigments popular amongst her people. 

“Lovely choices my lady.” The kobold shopkeeper complimented. “Your mate is lucky to have one with such good taste on his arm.” 

Maya chose not to correct her.

“I’m sure you’ll want pants as well.” She pushed. “If you don’t mind my lord…” she quickly measured him and found matching legwear. The garments were incredibly light and designed to stay cool and dry in the moist air. The kobold packed the garments in waxed fabric and tied them neatly with a bow. She handed the package over with a friendly smile.

“Much appreciated.” Devon said. He turned to Maya. “Mate huh?”

“She smirked. “You should be so lucky.” she scoffed. “Perhaps instead, I should have announced that I was escorting the Queen’s Consort. I’m sure your fame and notoriety wouldn’t cause too much of a ruckus amongst the rabble here.” She looked around.” I’m guessing they would relish the opportunity to be able to to tell their friends and family about the time they met the Highlord.

“Point taken.”

They continued shopping, purchasing linen tunics and pants crafted from cotton cultivated from local marsh grass. Lastly she found a formal dress tailor to outfit her lord should he need to attend any affairs in an official capacity. Devon was enjoying the day and he had the feeling Maya was too as it had been a few hours since she scowled at him. Maya paused at a jewelry stall. A bracelet crafted from bog iron and set with small coins, old and oxidized caught her eye. 

“The coins were minted more than two thousand years ago by the now dead civilization of Netheril.” The black dragonborn craftsman explained. “I blended the coins with local ore found in the swamp of sorrows to pay tribute to their people’s passing. It’s a lovely choice my lady. What might you willing to trade for it?”

Devon stepped over and eyed the piece. 

“It’s exquisite. Maya complimented. 

“What might you consider sir?” Devon inquired.

“Perhaps equally rare coins or some difficult to procure enchanted item..maybe a painting from a well regarded artist? I’m not sure?”

“Thank you but no.” Maya declined.

Devon continued to haggle. “Coins you say? I have many coins from far away places, some near impossible to acquire unless you have a relationship with the lords or ladies of the realm.”

“I said no Devon.”

Devon ignored his companion reaching into a pouch and producing coins he had acquired during his time on the sixth layer of hell in the court of Glasya. “Would these do?” 

“Where did you get those?” Maya asked.

“It’s a long story for another time.” 

“May I the merchant asked?” Devon passed him a few coins.

“These bear the mark of the princess of hell herself. Most iron pieces are tributed to Asmodeus. Only his daughter has been permitted to mint her own coins and those are for use in her domain alone.”

Maya’s tremorsense drew her attention away from the conversation. The crowd had suddenly thinned around them as a solitary presence drew near. Maya turned to meet it stepping away from her lord.

“Well what have we here?” A burly looking man with a long scar running down his face and across a gouged out orbital. “Is that the bitchy little brat Eomyrosis hatched?”

“Eww. The years have not been kind Gairrid. You should try a mud mask to take down those scars.”   

“Your mother gave me these scars and did this?!” He said pointing at his face.

“The gods did that. My mother only thought to improve on it. Be grateful you’re alive. I remember what you looked like before. At least now you have character.”

“Impudent child. Still a nasty spoiled shrew are ya?. Maybe it’s time I paid your mother back.” He tapped his cheek with a clawed finger. “Let’s call it an eye for an eye. Just to be fair.”

“What’s going on Maya?” Devon asked as he walked over.. 

Gairrid snorted. “None of your concern metallic. I can smell your gold heart from here little wyrmling and your breath still stinks of mother’s milk.”

The Highlord glared at him eyes glowing blue. The warm swamp air took on a winter’s chill as a foreboding feeling of dread spread across the boardwalk.

“Devon don’t.” Maya warned “He’s a very old dragon… not some common thug from the Port”

“Is that your boyfriend Maya? He’s awfully young. Go on…run away little auric. I have unfinished business with your nanny.”

“Boyfriend? No. I’d be your Highlord.” Devon stated plainly.

“Yeah and I’m Queen Ebonscale.” Gairrid scoffed as a crowd began to form around the outskirts of the confrontation. 

Maya stepped defensively in front of Devon while at the same time he activated his amulet. Leather armor of multicolored dragon scales instantly closed around his body.

“The Highlord’s armor.” Came gasps from the crowd. 

“Well color me gold.” Gairrid sneered. “So it’s true then. You do serve the Highlord. I wouldn’t have believed a sour bitch like yourself could last a single day in the queen’s court.

“One more word and a missing eye will be the least of your worries.” Devon threatened. 

Gairrid spit. Then nodded as he glowered at Maya before backing away.

Maya was irate with anger. “We should have executed the bastard for his disrespect my lord.”

“That might be a little much don’t you think darlin?”

Maya had raging fury in her eyes and hatred in her voice. “No. I don’t. Threatening me is one thing, insulting you is quite another.”

“It was obvious he had no idea who I am.”

“Was it? Dragons are much smarter than that. I’m sure Gairrid was full aware.”

“Then I’m sure we haven’t seen the last of him. And should he foolishly return, he shall find us not so merciful as today.”

Maya broke into a malevolent smile. “He shall suffer a most excruciating death. Which is better than he deserves.”

“Remind me to stay on your good side.” he joked.

“I don’t have a good side.” She countered with a grin.

“Perhaps this will brighten your mood.” He handed her the bracelet of coins she had coveted only minutes earlier.

“I don’t know what to say my lord. You shouldn’t have.”

“Consider it a token of my appreciation for all you’ve done for me. I value your devotion Maya.”

“Thank you my lord.” she said as her expression lightened.

“Now there’s one more thing I want to get while we’re here.”

“What’s that Devon?”

“A few bottles of green to share with my friends when we return.”

Maya smirked. “And they call me evil.”

The Boglands part 6

Several weeks had passed since Devon arrived in the Boglands and he had enjoyed the opportunity to immerse himself in the culture of the Black Flight. He had gotten to know all the queen’s handmaidens fairly well, though Maya kept him on a short leash while in their company. He had learned to navigate the terrain with some proficiency and Maya had taken him away from some of the more customary destinations and into the lesser known but more interesting and scenic locations of the realm. He traveled to smaller more niche markets purchasing unique local crafts and began to acquire a taste for the regional cuisine. All in all, it was an enjoyable visit but he began to feel restless and a bit trapped unable or rather unwilling to leave the district.

Maya sensed his anxiety. “What troubles you my lord?”

“We’ve been here for more than a month. How long do you think she’ll keep us waiting?”

“It’s hard to say for sure. I understand though. It’s not easy adjusting to live within a dragon’s concept of time. Best to exercise patience. Very little happens with any sense of urgency.”

Devon knew she was right. He had lived among them for years yet still suffered frustration with their slow moving lifestyle. He tried to manage a smile. “At least I have you for company darlin.”

“Yeah.” she scoffed. “I’m downright delightful to live with.”

That caused a real smile to form across his face. “You know, if I wasn’t mated to Aliyeah…”

“I think not Darkstar.” She scowled. “You’d never notice me through the flock of suitors throwing themselves at you.”

“Am I really that desirable?” he teased. 

“Yeah, Like spicy crawfish. They’re great going down. Only you know you’re going to regret it later.” she jabbed.

“You wound me.” his said feigning insult.

“And you irritate me. So call us even.” she smirked. “Though…I guess with a fair bit of training and a little grooming I could make you into a passable mate.”

Devon laughed. “I am honored to hear you say so.”

“You should be.” she grinned. “Oh… before I forget we’re expected to sit for dinner with the court today. And if you’re inclined to accept, we were invited by Koreyat for an after dinner social.”

“How do you feel about that?” He asked.

“I don’t despise her. Of all the queen’s handmaidens, I find her to be the most tolerable.”

“Very high praise coming from you.” he remarked. “We should accept.”

“No offense my lord…but…you’re a scown”

Late in the afternoon, they found themselves preparing to visit the palace proper for the evening meal. Devon chose one the more formal outfits Maya had helped him purchase. A soft black surcoat stitched from fine local cotton with swamp iron clasps covered a grey silk shirt with pearl buttons. The long pants he wore were woven from the same cotton as the surcoat and buttoned with the same ore mined in the fen. His boots made of snakeskin were well oiled giving them a rich matte sheen.

“You look handsome my lord.” Maya complimented.

“Thank you my lady.” Devon turned to see that Maya had changed into a stylish thinly strapped black cotton dress falling just above her knee. It had a straight cut and deep neckline cutting just above her bodice. She layered a sheer silk cover over the top of it, stitched with an intricate design of marsh flowers. ”And you look stunning Amaya.”

The black dragon was cool and aloof. “I’m aware. So glad you approve. She straightened his jacket. Shall we?”

The dining hall was well lit with fluorescent lichen. Pots of glowing moss were placed about the room, fragrantly wafting the sweet odor of incense in the room. The long table had been set with ivory dishes and silver flatware. Queen Ebonscale sat at the head. Sable had traded in her customary leather for a revealing cotton lace dress that ran tight to her midriff but flared from her waist to her ankles. She wore no shoes and was both alluring yet comfortable. Her handmaidens were all dressed for the occasion each choosing to wear clothing that respected the importance of the affair. Coop sat with Koreyat and Devon quickly discovered they were the only males invited to dine. Kobold servants brought in massive platters of grilled fish, steamed mollusks and braised meats. Devon smiled when a bowl of spicy crawfish found its way to the table as Maya slanted her eyes at him.

“I trust you have settled in by now my lord. I would have dined with you sooner but didn’t want you to feel rushed seeing as you have only just arrived..”

Devon was caught off guard by the welcome. “Settled in?” he thought. “Just arrived?” Actually he was quite ready to return home. 

Maya must have read his mind. She reached under the table and pinched his thigh grabbing his attention.

“Thank you your highness. That was very kind of you.”

The Black Queen smiled. “It’s not often we receive visitors from the queen’s court. We are grateful to have you.”

Devon focused on the lessons in etiquette he was taught and replied. “The honor is mine your grace. Your hospitality has been most generous. Our queen will be pleased to hear it.”

Again Sable smiled. “Have you had the chance to visit any of our local sites. There is much beauty to behold here in the Boglands.”

“She can’t be serious.” Devon thought.

“Terpeniye moy gospodin.” <Patience my lord> Maya advised, barely above a whisper.

Devon quickly regained his composure “Indeed I have and while the beauty of the fen is breathtaking it pales in comparison to you your grace. May I say Maya has been a most informative guide and loyal companion. In fact, I’m not sure how I’d get by without her help. She’s proven quite invaluable. I’d be remiss if I failed to thank you for your generosity in offering her service. Though I do feel somewhat guilty for imposing on her.”

Sable smiled at the smarmy compliment. “Is that so?” The Black Queen mused. “Perhaps then I should find you other, more suitable quarters here in the palace.”

“No.” Maya quickly answered. “It is an honor to host the Highlord should it please my queen.”

Sable paused a moment.

“Thank you Maya.” Devon said with appreciation. “Other arrangements are unnecessary your grace. If it’s all the same, I’d much prefer my lodging to remain the same.”

“Very well my lord. If you insist.” she said amused.

More small talk ensued with Sable entertaining her guests sharing stories from her past, some were embarrassing recollections from the time Maya was but a wyrmling playing in the palace. Everyone was enjoying the tales…everyone except Maya who wore her traditional scowl. “Where are my manners?” The queen asked. Would you care for a drink Devon?”

“We have wine your grace?” Devon answered confused.

“Fruit juice Darkstar. A child’s drink.” She motioned to a kobold standing off to the side holding a platter with several darkened bottles. He walked over and began to fill everyone’s goblets. As soon as the liquid left the bottle Devon recognized it, achuak hesjing , the green water. The kobold wore a stoic expression as he placed the very full glass in front of him.

“Ah.” Devon exclaimed happily. “A glass of green.” he slid the goblet over to Maya who almost on cue spit a glob of acid into it. “I’ve recently acquired a taste for this most decadent libation.” He listened for the fizz. He raised the glass and offered, “A toast to Queen Ebonscale may her reign be long and life healthy.” Once the hissing stopped he brought it to his mouth and drank deep taxing his Sanguinari blood to its limit. “Delicious your grace”

Everyone assembled joined in the toast. Maya for her part found it difficult to speak as she was fighting back a sarcastic smirk. Now it was the queen’s turn to scowl as she  narrowed her eyes at Maya before nodding her approval. A moment later a wry grin played across her face and she looked to Devon. I am most pleased with your grasp of our traditions. To reward you I shall grant your request but only if Eomyrosis accepts the following terms.” A large Black Dragonborn held a platter on which sat a single ornate scroll tube. “She must agree to this if she hopes to end her banishment. Though I would argue against pursuing this folly any further, your resourcefulness and connection to Amaya has swayed me. If this is truly what you desire you have my blessing. Know this Lady Malnyx, should the time come where I am forced to execute your mother, her blood shall lie on your wings. You are free to return to our queen Devon at your leisure. I suspect you are anxious to return to Aliyeah.”

“Thank you your grace for imparting your trust in me.” 

Sable offered a slight bow.

“And yes, I am looking forward to rejoining my queen at Dragon Mountain, however I do not feel the need to depart so hastily. After all, I’ve been gone for less than two moon cycles, hardly enough time for her to miss me.” He said pleasantly.

Maya smirked. 

“Besides we have accepted Koreyat’s kind offering to host us for tonight’s festival and I’d hate to be rude and disappoint. If it pleases your highness I’d very much like to stay a bit longer and continue to enjoy the wonders of your realm.

“To hear you say so does please me Devon. Enjoy your stay.”

This is a joint post between Dorym and Bronze

This post occurs after the events in the Boglands…

Upon his return to Dragon Mountain, Devon immediately sought out Aliyeah, Queen of Dragons. He found her brushing her long black hair in the bedroom they shared. She wore revealing gold silks that were hardly modest. 

“Back so soon my love?” she purred. “Sable must have really taken a liking to you for her to have decided so quickly. I would have thought you’d be at the Sunken Fen for at least a season or two. In fact, I believed I was going to have to visit you there before you would be allowed to return.” 

“Ahh well yes. I can only suppose being the Queen’s Consort has its privileges.”

Aliyeah laughed. “If you think she was easy on you because of me you are mistaken. Sable can be downright nasty at times. She is also stubborn as a mountain in a breeze.” 

“She’s loyal my queen. You don’t believe she’d do anything to intentionally draw your ire do you?”

“Oh I know she is, but loyalty does not change one’s disposition and hers is quite vicious.”

“I don’t see it. She was nothing but accommodating my queen.”

Aliyeah smiled a mouth full of pearl white teeth. “Is that what you thinking when she served you the green?”

“How?…”

She stood up and walked over to him draping her arms around his neck in her customary fashion. “Because she is my family and we grew up together. She serves that stomach churning swill to everyone. She finds it amusing…See told you she was nasty.”

“It’s actually not so bad.” Devon smiled. “Once you know how to drink it.”

“Oh yeah.” She kissed him. “I’ll assume I have Maya to thank for that. Should I be jealous that you allow your escort to spit in your glass?” she teased.

“Of course not my love. It’s just I’d much rather drink it with a touch of acid than straight.” 

“Smart man.” She turned him toward the bed. “So…How did you fare with my clutch mate? I don’t imagine she was pleased to hear your request.” She forced him down and sat on him. 

“No. She was not. She did however appreciate my queen’s courtesy in placing the decision entirely with her.”

“Go on…”

“She will allow for Eomyrosis to return only if the former Mistress of Whispers agrees to the terms outlined in the letter of pardon she gifted me.”

Aliyeah began unbuttoning his shirt. “Be certain my love that this is what you want. Be careful what you wish for.”

He smiled up at her. “Why because you may just get what you ask for?”

“Precisely. And not all wishes have a happy ending.”

“Except for the one that brought me to you.” He said with affection.

“Actually. That was my wish.”

………………………………………………

The next day Devon met with his advisors. “Send word to Armun Kelisk. Inform Nazmyr Vandree that I would like to meet with him if he still desires my assistance. I intend to speak to him there where I can better gauge his motivations. Besides I’m long overdue to meet with Stallac.”

Maya’s expression soured.

“Rayne please announce our arrival to the Emir. Maya you’ll accompany me.”

“With all due respect my lord, I detest that place. It’s much too dry and I find the incessant breeze incredibly irritating.”

“You find everything irritating.” Cassie commented.

“Present company included.” The black dragon scowled.

Cassie blew her a kiss. “If you’d prefer my lord I’d be happy to accompany you.”

Maya glared at the gold dragon. “I wasn’t refusing to go. I was merely about to say why not have him here where you are most protected. He should be made to come to you my lord. The insignificant maggot doesn’t deserve the time you’ve already spent on him let alone that you should inconvenience yourself by traveling to him.”

“Always so thoughtful my dear Maya. But no. For this meeting I want him as comfortable and at ease as he can be. I need a true measure of his character. To have him here would only invite false courtesies and patronage.”

Maya’s eyes narrowed as her lips formed an angry frown. “As you say my lord. When do we leave?” 

“Cassie head to the consulate in Armun Kelisk and track down Dahlia Hakbarah. I want to know where she keeps residence and if she’d be so kind as to arrange for me to meet with her Lord Vandree in her home.”

“It shall be as you say my lord.” the gold dragon answered.

“Rayne, could you do me a favor and select some wine to gift both Dahlia and Ziva. I prefer not to arrive empty handed.”

“I know just the vintage my lord.” The bronze dragon said with a happy smile.

…………………………………………

Some hours later Devon and Maya arrived in Armun Kelisk. Judging by the extra guardsmen and heightened security, Cassie must have informed the envoys assigned to the Dragon Consulate of his impending arrival. 

“Welcome my lord.” A man with silver grey hair and steel hued eyes offered in greeting.

“Well met Tyndrais. I hope my coming here hasn’t inconvenienced you or the others. Normally I’d arrive directly in court but I have some business I’d prefer to handle a bit more discreetly.”

“Not at all Darkstar. We are here to serve should you require our assistance.”

“Thank you my friend.” Devon said grasping his hand. “Cassie?”

“This way my liege.” He motioned down a hallway.

Devon leaned over to Maya. “After you my lady.” 

The black dragon shook her head in exasperation.

Devon could hear voices in the room talking. As he entered, Cassie who had been sitting in a chair stood immediately as did Rayne who had been perched on the corner of a desk. 

“Lady Hakbarah awaits your arrival my lord.” The gold dragon reported.

“Stallac and Ziva are pleased to hear you will be visiting as well.” The bronze dragon added. 

“Excellent. I’ll attend to this business with the drow and then we can all relax at the citadel.”

“Not all.” Maya muttered to herself.

“Lead on Cassandra.” The group followed her out of the building and into the city. They navigated airways and hopped from land mass to land mass until Cassie showed them to a gated villa in a very affluent part of the city. 

“This is the place my lord. Shall I announce you? She offered. 

“No. It’s not that kind of visit Cassie.” he answered. He began down a white granite walkway toward the front door of the dwelling. About halfway down, the door opened and Dahlia appeared to greet him.

“Welcome my lord.” She said eyeing Maya nervously. “It is a great honor to have you come to call. Nazmyr and I were happy to receive the news from your envoy that you wished to meet with him again. It is gracious of you to do so.”

Devon smiled warmly and embraced her with a hug. “Lady Hakbarah it is I who am grateful for your generous hospitality. As a token of my appreciation I have brought you these bottles of wine from the Turquoise Coast, a favorite region of my associate Rayne. I find it quite pleasing as well with aromatic aromas of orchard fruits like nectarine, apricot, honey-crisp apple, and pear. I hope you enjoy it.”

“Thank you my lord, come in.”

“No need for formalities Dahlia, please call me Devon.”

She smiled as she invited them in.

The entry foyer was painted in the color of saffron. Fine art portraits and drawn landscapes hung on the walls. Devon admired one piece in particular that appeared to have been inked with living flames. A sculpture of a powerful female djinn aloft in the wind was cut into a small fountain centered in the space. She led them through a hallway and into an adjacent sitting parlor painted in blue peacock with decorative sconces on the walls. The dark hardwood floor framed a rather large isfahan rug where several soft cushions had been arranged around a circular cocobolo wood table. Nazmyr was already seated in the room and stood as they were shown in.

“Well met Highlord. It is good to see you again. Thank you for extending this offer to meet.”

Devon bowed slightly. “Greetings Lord Vandree. How have you fared since last we spoke.”

“Quite well. Dahlia has kindly shown me around her wonderful city and the residents have been most welcoming. I must confess it feels good to not suffer from the prejudices of our homelands. I’ve been successful in opening a new business here and as such have had more time to spend with this lovely lady.”

“Splendid.” Devon said in cordial form.

“Sit Devon, Let me pour some wine.” Dahlia offered.

“Thank you.” The Dragon Lord smiled.

Maya and Rayne followed their lord taking seats on opposite sides of him while Cassie sat in between the black dragon and Nazmyr. Dahlia offered goblets to her guests and took a seat next to Nazmyr alongside Rayne. 

“Will you be staying in Armun Kelisk long Devon?” Dahlia asked.

“Not so long I suppose. Though, interestingly enough, I’ve recently been re-acquainted with the concept of long as dragons see time much differently than I am used to. In truth maybe a few days. I have some business that requires my attention and of course I’d be a terrible person if I didn’t pay a social call to my friends Stallac and Princess David. It’s been a while since I’ve seen your brother as well. How is Phantom?”

“Fatoush…” She she said making a face.“…is fine I guess. We haven’t exactly seen eye to eye lately but he is my brother after all. He still upholds the old traditions. Sometimes I think it’s hard for him because I am a bit more progressive than he would like me to be.”

“Finding the middle ground is not easy Dahlia. Just remember what he does, comes from a place of love for you.”

“I know… So…” She paused. “Have you considered Nazmyr’s proposal?” She suddenly blurted out. “Apologies my lord. That was rather forward of me.”

Nazmyr shot Dahila a brief pointed look but said nothing.

Devon smiled. “Sounds like you have been spending too much time in the company of my long time companion. No worries. I have…and would like to discuss the specifics of it with Lord Vandree if I may. I don’t mean to be rude my lady but would there a more private area where he and I might speak?”

“Of course Devon. Nazmyr my love, why not show our guest to the gazebo. You gentlemen can have some time alone there. Will that suffice my lord?” She asked.

“That would perfect. Thank you Dahlia.”

As Devon and Nazmyr stood so did Maya. “Where you go I go my lord.” she stated plainly.

“Unnecessary darlin. Relax, enjoy the hospitality of our friend.”

“Eto ne to, pochemu ya prishel syuda. ” <That’s not why I came here.> She said glaring at him.

“Ostat’sya.” <Stay.> He replied politely.

Maya’s scowl was thick with anger but she obeyed.

“This way Highlord.” Nazmyr offered as Maya glowered at them the entire way out of the room.

“There’s nothing to be concerned about Maya.” Dahlia offered in reassurance. “Nazmyr is a perfect gentleman. He means Devon no harm.”

Maya held the djinn’s gaze for a moment then tilted her head to side before looking away.”

“I’m sorry Lady Hakbarah.” Cassie said. “While we are all protective of our lord, Maya can be somewhat more intense.”

“Luchshe byt’ intensivnym, chem nebrezhnym.” <Better to be intense than careless.> The black dragon hissed out of the side of her mouth.

Rayne raised an eyebrow and sipped her wine while Dahlia looked at Maya confused.

“It’s Sanguinari dear.” A large grey and white cat with an intelligent look about her said from a window perch. “It’s the Darkstar’s native tongue. An unusual language not spoken by many.”

The three dragons looked up at the talking cat somewhat taken aback. Even Maya seemed surprised by the commentary.

“Oh. Thank you Shelsa.” Dahlia answered.

“Gde ty vyuchil etot yazyk moy milyy?” <Where did you learn this tongue my pretty?> Cassie asked.

“YA rodilsya v Sangvinare. Moy sladkiy.” <I am born of Sanguinar my sweet.> Shelsa said with a yawn of pin sharp teeth. “Now if I am no longer needed to translate I’d just as soon return to my nap.”

Rayne smiled. “Of course. Shelsa is it?”

“It is.” The familiar answered and resumed her nap.

Once at the gazebo Nazmyr asked. “Would you care to sit Highlord?”

“Sure.” He said pulling a chair from the table. “The flowers are quite beautiful. She has an eye for floral design.”

“She’s remarkable in many ways my lord. I’m fortunate to have made her acquaintance.”

“She comes from a rather wealthy and influential family. Her brother has the ear of the Emir and by proxy the Royal House of David.”  

“Yes. I’m aware. I’ve met her brother on several occasions. I get the feeling he’s not so fond of me. I’ve also had the pleasure of meeting the Emir who has been most welcoming. We recently entered into a business agreement.”

“Yes. So I hear. For armaments if I’m not mistaken.”

“You are not. He seeks to provide better equipment for the guard at Westport.”

“And you will supply those arms at a cost I’m sure.”

“Such is the way of business my lord. I’m sure you understand.”

“I do. And while I’m not as well practiced in negotiation as a professional trader, I have engaged in a fair share of diplomatic dealings for the Council of Wyrms.” 

“Not your favorite function I take it.”

“No. But we do what we must don’t we.”

“Indeed my lord.”

“I’ve considered your offer Nazmyr and while I am intrigued by what you might be able to provide in the way of information I’m not quite sure it’s enough for me to risk allowing Eomyrosis to return from her exile.”

“I understand your hesitance my lord. It is a great undertaking to try and transform enemy to ally. Though as I have mentioned the reward for such a success could be immeasurable.” Nazmyr thought for a second. “But you haven’t said no. Is there something else you might value that I could offer in return for your trust and aid?”

“Perhaps.” Devon held the darkelf’s eyes. “But I don’t imagine you will like it.”

“Try me.”

Devon’s expression was devoid of emotion. “Very well. The price of my assistance is this. I want you to end your relationship with Dahlia. You must swear an oath to me never to see her again. Forsake her for your ambitions and I will do as you ask.”

Nazmyr for only the second time in his life was speechless. He was stunned by the Highlord’s request. He never suspected he would ask such a thing. ”I’m afraid I can’t do that, my lord. The price you require is too great. She means too much to me. Ask for anything else but not that.”

“You would refuse me then?” Devon asked flatly.

“With all due respect my lord, I must. I will not be forced away from someone I care about for business. I’ll figure something else out.”

Devon nodded. “I understand and respect your position as I hope you do mine. I’m sorry I could not be of assistance to you. Journey well Lord Vandree. Until we meet again.”

Devon stood to leave and Nazmyr watched as he walked away. Minutes later Dahlia made her way to the gazebo. “So?” She asked.

“Unfortunately we were unable to come to agreeable terms.” Nazmyr said shaking his head.

“I’m sorry. Perhaps I could talk to Jenna again.”

“No my love.” Nazmyr replied. “I will not pursue this any further. Perhaps at some point in the future he may reconsider. Until then I am more than content with things the way they are.”

“But the dragon.” she said.

“Is a problem for another day. Today I’d much rather delight in your company.”

They sat in the gazebo enjoying the breeze and the flowers and Nazmyr knew in his heart he had made the right choice.    

Devon and Eomyrosis the Black

“It’s good to see the big bad drow didn’t get you my lord.” Rayne said sarcastically giving Maya a sideways glance.

Maya scowled at the bronze dragon. “Don’t irritate me Rayne.”

“When are you not irritated?” Cassie inquired.

Maya glared at her next.

“Should I not say anything?” Devon asked.

He too was met with any angry stare. “Scowns.”

“How did it go my lord?” Cassie asked.

“He refused my demands so I’ve decided to help him.” Devon said nonchalantly.

“Wait what?” Cassie was confused. “That makes no sense.” 

“How dare he refuse you.” Maya’s voice was thick with vitriol. She stopped and turned back toward the villa. “I’ll melt him into the puddle of excrement he is.” 

“Unnecessary Maya. I wanted him to refuse me.”

“I’m getting a little tired of hearing that word.” Maya said stiffly.

“Why would you want that?” Cassie asked.

“I wanted to get a measure of his character so I demanded he end his relationship with Dahlia.”

“And he refused.” Rayne said thoughtfully. “Which tells you…”

“He cares more for her than he does for his ambitions. She’s not the means to an end but quite possibly someone he loves enough to sacrifice his business and home.”

“Very clever my lord.” Rayne complimented.

“And very foolish to meet with him alone and make such demands.  We should have been near to defend you in the event your plan had gone awry.” Maya said angrily.   

Devon smiled at the black dragon. “Your concern for my well being warms my heart darlin.”

Maya narrowed her eyes and looked away.

They spent the next few days at the Diamond Citadel. Maya fidgeted uncomfortably the entire time. Devon could sense her anxiety so he offered her the opportunity to get away and tour the city while he caught up with Stallac. She grudgingly accepted.

“I’m sorry my lord.” She apologized. “I’ve not quite been myself of late.”

“It’s fine Maya. Perhaps you are just feeling a touch homesick since we left the Fen. Not to worry. We’ll visit again soon.”

Maya almost grinned. “Thank you Devon. That sounds like it would be most enjoyable.” She bowed and skulked away.

“Moody much?” Cassie commented. 

“At times.” Rayne agreed. “But there is no one more loyal Cassandra. She just needs a bit of space.” The bronze dragon said in support of her friend. 

Devon put his arms around his escort’s waists. “Come ladies. If I know the Emir, and I do, there is much food and drink to be had, not to mention festivities to enjoy. Maya will be along shortly. I’m certain. Some time later, as expected, Maya rejoined them. She was polite but kept a stoic look about her

On the third day Devon said his farewells.. If he didn’t know any better he’d almost think the black dragon looked relieved to be off. Rayne for her part had taken to drinking the days away with Fatoush as Cassie learned dances in the form of Raqs Sharqi and Raqs Baladi from Ziva’s court entertainers. Unlike their companion they were sorry to be leaving so soon.

“Couldn’t we stay a bit longer my lord?” Rayne asked.

“You’re welcome to if you so choose, you and Cassie both. Maya I’m afraid will need to accompany me.”

“Of course my lord.” She said trying to suppress a grin.

“What are you up to Devon?” Cassie asked. 

“I intend to settle this business with Eomyrosis. Maya and I will go to her lair on the prime and discuss the terms of her return.”

“Correction my lord.” Cassandra said. “We’ll all be going with you.” A single drow may not pose a threat but there is no chance that I will leave you alone with that evil beast.”

“No offense Maya but I must agree with Cassie. You can’t go alone my lord. The danger is too great.” Rayne said with concern. “She’s very likely to murder you.” 

“I am not going alone. I’ll have Maya with me. I’m of the mind that if I arrive with any dragon other than her daughter I’d be inviting disaster.”

“I implore you to reconsider Devon.” Rayne said with obvious disconcert in her voice. 

“The queen will not be pleased.” Cassie added. “Maya tell him how ridiculous this idea of his is.”

“Actually Cassandra, it’s rather well thought. You and Rayne would stand the greatest chance for harm. She dare not attack Devon. She would incur a death sentence. You however would share no such protection. He is wise not to risk your lives.”

Her companions seemed unconvinced.

“Do not force me to command you stay away.” Devon threatened. “That is not how I prefer to do things.”

Rayne and Cassie exchanged worried looks then bowed. “We shall await your summons. Should the need arise call and we will answer immediately.”

“Thank you my friends. Await our return at the Gold Spire. Unless you prefer to stay here?”

“I’ve lost my taste for drink my lord.” Rayne said. 

“Same.” Cassie agreed. “Do be careful my lord.”

“Always.” He took Maya’s hand and shimmered away.

They arrived outside of Daggerford. Maya activated her ring of invisibility and transformed into her dragon form. “Ready my lord.” Her smile was toothy and black and she seemed happier than she’d been in days.”

“Looking forward to seeing you mother darlin?” Devon asked as he found his place behind her shoulders before activating his own ring.

“Not in the least. Just glad to finally be away from St…” She coughed. “The citadel. Too many people. I rather enjoy my privacy.”

“Right.” he said with a smirk. “I trust you know the way?” 

Maya lurched forward. In an instant they were aloft in the air. ‘I do Devon. Hold tight.” The black dragon streaked unseen as the terrain morphed from plains and wood to swamp and overgrown brush. She flew past villages of kobolds, lizard men and dragonborn. Deep in the swamp they came to a circular copse of cut rock surrounded by murky water. A solitary stone throne sat overlooking the site. Maya landed in the center. “We have arrived, my lord.” she announced and he dismounted. She morphed back into her humanoid form and stepped toward the throne. She ran her hand across draconic runes and spoke a word of entry. The throne slid aside and a stairway down below the swamp was revealed. 

“Should we have announced ourselves first?” Devon asked.

“For what reason? Do you think she doesn’t already know we have arrived? Have you not noticed there are no guards here? Why would that be?” Maya inquired.

“So she’s expecting us. How?”

“Black dragons are very territorial my lord. Although my invisibility would hide us from the view of common folk, Eomyrosis employs agents not so easily fooled. But look on the bright side… She hasn’t tried to kill you yet.” she smirked.

“Yeah. Great.” Devon took the stairs down and Maya followed closely behind. They landed in a large chamber with a single hallway. It looked to extend for quite some distance. The walls were damp with swamp water and mossy growths jutted from cracks reminiscent of the Sunken Fen. Devon noticed several secret doors along the corridor and a few not so hidden. Maya suggested they ignore them and head for the flicker of light and where she believed they’d find Eomyrosis. Devon stepped into the reception hall and saw the ancient black dragon preening herself in a mirror. She wore a close fitting dress of leather and silk that clung to her chest just above her bosom and fell just below her knee. A diamond encrusted gold choker pressed tightly against her throat with gold scales cascading down to a peak just above her cleavage,

“Amaya darling.” The wyrm said pleasantly. “It’s been some time since your last visit. Come greet you mother properly my dear.”

She turned toward them and her smile became a scowl. “YOU CAN’T BE HERE!!!” She hissed angrily. 

“Hello Meera. I know it’s been some time and it’s quite possible you’ve forgotten but I’m still the Highlord and I can be where I want.”

She stepped aggressively toward him sneering spittles of acid. “You’re a fool to come here alone without your guard.”

“I’m not alone.”

“Really? I don’t see any metallics. What’s to stop me from killing you where you stand Darkstar?” 

Frozen air spewed from her nostrils.

Maya stepped in front of her lord to shield him. “Me.”

“Wretched child. You would dare to defend that human and take sides against your mother?”  

“He’s no common human. He has the heart of dragon. I am charged by our queen to protect him. You’ll have to kill me before I allow any harm to befall him.”

“I have other offspring.” She said menacingly. She took another step toward him her eyes black, seething with anger. 

“Yes. And they are not Handmaidens to Queen Ebonscale nor do they serve in the court of the Council of Wyrms. And yes mother. I will defend him and would gratefully do so even without orders from our queen. Much has happened since last we spoke.”

“Is that so?” She responded sarcastically. “Are you bedding my lovely Maya, Darkstar? What would your queen think?”

“Mother!”

“No Meera. I have not bedded your daughter. She is however someone I hold most dear and is one of my closest confidants. You should be proud of her.”

“I’ll decide what makes me proud.” She spit. The Ancient Black Dragon composed herself. “Have you not begun to wonder how Amaya knew where to find me? Did you not think to ask her how she knew where I was?”

“No. She has my trust. If there is something she wants me to know she will tell me.”

“Is that so…” Eomyrosis broke into an evil grin. “What if I told you she has visited me here on several occasions? Would that surprise you? How would you feel to know the person responsible for your safety cavorts with your enemy? Would that not change your opinion of her?” 

Maya bowed her head in shame but kept her eyes on her mother.

“No. This may shock you to hear but I have never considered you my enemy. Difference of opinions aside, I respect your loyalty and zeal for Sable. As for my opinion of Maya, I have placed my life in your daughter’s hands on many occasions and would gladly do so again without hesitation. She has cared for me when I was most vulnerable and proven her loyalty time and again.” He turned to look at Maya. “Derzhi golovu vysoko. Ne stydis’.” < Hold your head high. Do not be ashamed.” He winked at her.

She grinned and lifted her chin.

The ancient black dragon sighed. “Why have you come Consort? What do you want with me?”

“If I understand correctly you desire to return to the planes.”

Eomyrosis smiled wide. “Well color me gold. The smudgling was telling the truth.” Her demeanor became cool and cordial. “You don’t have the authority to end my banishment Highlord… or did you run to Aliyeah like a puppy begging for a treat to garner her favor in this matter.”

“The Queen of Dragons will not undo the will of the Black Queen. It was she who exiled you. It was she who I negotiated with on your behalf.”

“Lies.” She shook her head in disappointment. “You almost had me Darkstar. Leave now while I still allow it.”

“It’s no lie mother.”

“Is that so?” She motioned toward a table set off to the side of the room. “Sit.”

Devon walked over and took a seat. Maya followed him warily eyeing her mother the entire time.”

Eomyrosis lifted a dusty black bottle from the center of the table and poured a glass of green liquid for Devon. “Drink… my lord.” She sneered.

Instinctively Devon slid the glass to Maya who spit a glob of acid into it. Devon brought it to his nose. ‘Cinnamon. How delightful. Thank you Meera and he drank it.”

The ancient black glared at him then nodded in satisfaction. “Why Darkstar? Why would you risk so much for me. You must know that I planned to kill you.”

“Torture and kill actually. But yes. I’ve been told.”

“Why then.” She demanded.

“Because you are a powerful dragon and your support for Aliyeah would be a tremendous asset for her rule. You are Sable’s mentor and are missed in her court. And most importantly you are Maya’s mother and she shouldn’t have to sneak around afraid of discovery to spend a few fleeting moments with you.”

She looked at her daughter who’s eyes were locked on her blank…empty. “What makes you think I’d support Aliyeah. What’s to stop me from killing you after I am reinstated.”

“Because there is no gain in such treachery, only the loss of the things you hold most dear.” Maya answered for him.

“And there is the matter of Sable’s terms.” Devon produced the scroll the Black Queen had given him and handed it to Eomyrosis.

“The seal is unbroken.”

“What’s inside is for you and you alone.” he replied.

The ancient black broke the seal and removed the parchment. She read it carefully. “A full pardon at your behest Darkstar.” She nodded her head. “You tell it true. I can return from exile so long as I abide by the queen’s will.”

“We have been warned Meera. Should you defy Sable again, your life is forfeit. I am hopeful you won’t put that burden of guilt on Maya’s wings. Choose carefully. If you truly despise me so much, if you can’t live under the rule of Aliyeah, if you can not obey Sable, then it’s better for everyone if you remain in exile. Maya will be free to visit you with no fear of repercussion. If however, you truly desire to return to court and to see for yourself the great and well respected dragon your daughter has become, I’d be proud you call you ally if not friend.”

“Wyrmlings flutter before they fly Darkstar. Settle for me not devouring you for now.”

Maya smirked.

“Fair enough. Then I shall take my leave Lady Eomyrosis Malnyx, Mistress of Whispers. Perhaps when next we meet it is on friendlier terms.”

“We’ll see Highlord. Perhaps there is hope for you yet Devon.” She looked at her daughter and Devon swore he saw a glimmer of pride before it faded from her face. “Do not embarrass our queen impudent child.” 

“Yes mother.” She reached her hand out to Devon who took it in his own. “Home my lord.”

Devon bowed. “As you command my lady.” and they shimmered away.

Eomyrosis looked in the mirror as it reflected her evil grin. “Let me know when the darkelf returns to his tree.” There was a ripple in the pools of water set about the room then silence. 

It was weeks before the lizardman scout broke from the water. 

“He hasss returned missstresss. Ssshall I sssend for him?”

“No I will handle this business personally.” and she teleported from the chamber. 

Eomyrosis reappeared in Hosuth and made her way to the petrified tree Nazmyr called home. She was disappointed that no one questioned her human form. She had hoped for a bit of sport along the way. “Ah well.” She sighed. She walked the pathway to the tree house door and was immediately met by a pair of black dragonmen. “Revolting” She thought. The idea that such creatures would serve a drow irritated her.

“I wish to speak to your master. Go now and tell him.” She ordered rather impatiently.

One of the guards stepped inside and found Nazmyr relaxing in his sitting room. “Massster. An ancient black dragon is here to sssee you.”

“It’s not possible. How did she…” He thought for a moment. “See her in. Quickly.”

The guard did as he was bade and returned seconds later with the unexpected guest. ‘Eomyrosssisss the Black’ the guard announced before he bowed and stepped away.

“Welcome my lady.” Nazmyr said with a nervous bow.

The dragon surveyed the room. “Quaint little dwelling.” She commented running her hand across the top of a breakfront. “You must have a liking for the stylings of Calimshan. I see most of the decor here is of that land. May I?” She asked as she sat.

“Of course. Might I offer you a drink?”

“Sure, just not that sour tasting arterian brandy they brew here.” She shook her head in disgust.

“Perhaps some wine then.” Nazmyr reached for the finest bottle he could find and poured two glasses. To what do I owe the honor my lady?” Nazmyr’s mind was a whirlwind of thought. “How do I tell her I failed? Do I try and call for help? Maybe I should just teleport away.”

Eomyrosis could sense his anxiety. “Relax Nazmyr. If I wanted to kill you, I would have done so already. No this is a social call. You came to visit me so I thought it only proper that I visit you.”

“That’s very kind of you my lady.” He said with a forced smile.

“You get around quite a bit. Hosuth, Rilauven, The City of Brass and Armun Kelisk. Even the human city Kingdom of Ev. You are more well travelled than most.” She sipped her wine then raised the glass in appreciation of the vintage.

Nazmyr bowed slightly in response. He struggled to maintain his calm façade when in truth, he found her rather unsettling. “Yes well business often takes me to new and wondrous locations.”

“Like the Gold Spire in the Dragon Realm where you were the guest of Jenna Dayspring correct.”

“Why yes. A fantastic place. I’d love to see more of it.”

“I’m certain you would. Did the Highlord not tour you about the city? No of course not. He’s not quite as forgiving as his human companion. You know the one who beds a djinn?”

“Stallac my lady.”

“Yes that’s him. A boor if you ask me but I digress. Tell me. When you were introduced to the Highlord. How did my daughter greet you?”

Nazmyr carefully collected his thoughts. “She’s lovely your daughter.”

“She’s a nasty piece of work, much like her mother.”

“Teeth and acid my lady if I’m to be truthful.” Nazmyr added.

“Yes that sounds more like my girl. Anyhow, I believe I’ve inconvenienced you enough.” She placed the empty glass on the ebon wood table. 

“Not at all. I’m honored to have hosted you.”

“I’m sure. Ohh… before I forget…” She drew a darkened leather tome from a pack. It had a look of stretched human skin with sigils carved into the surface. “Never let it be said that I do not honor my agreements.” She placed the book on the table next to glass. 

Nazmyr was confused but quickly regained his composure. “Thank you my lady.”

She nodded. “I’m not sure what you promised the Highlord to obtain his assistance but do be sure you are true to your word as well.”

“Of course.” Nazmyr bowed.

“Excellent. I do not expect we’ll see each other again. But…” She grinned maliciously. “You never know…”

Nazmyr bowed respectfully. “Fare thee well my lady.”

Nazmyr heard the door close and bolt secure. He exhaled in relief as he sank into the soft cushions of the sofa. His eyes fell upon the book. “Well that’s was fortuitous. Just in time for the wedding.”