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Spring, 1333
“Weren’t you just out on scouting duty not too long ago?” Woden complained to Logan in his tent as the Stanton Brigade began breaking camp. “How are you going back already?”
“The dragon and I have some personal matters to attend to as soon as we enter Cnaeus.” Logan replied as threw on his gambeson again. “I want to do my duty before I leave for that point in time.”
His bodyguard shook his head, glancing off to the side as if hoping Bidgewell would come and back him up. “You remember what happened the last time you decided to go on scouting duty right?”
Logan stopped to look at Woden. “Yes, I remember. But now I have the dragon to help me. Things should be better this time around.”
Woden attempted to say something more, but finally threw his hands up in the air in frustration.
“If you say so.”
***
Sitting atop Mera as the dragon steadily worked his way down the Royal Road at the apex of Liza’s skirmish line, Logan had some time to observe the landscape himself, unexplored lands by anyone in his hundreds-strong command. Though they were now deep in Auxia, it was not a heartening sight. Once one of the wealthiest and most prosperous regions of the land, Northern Alba had been thoroughly devastated by the war, suffering perhaps to the greatest extent out of all the Satrapies in Auxia. Everywhere farmsteads lay fallow and fields were strewn by the debris of a dozen battles and innumerable skirmishes, though some areas were evidently were being cleaned and being prepared for fresh work. Burned homesteads abounded, as did innumerable little grave markers scattered alongside the road. Most frighteningly, what was once a densely populated area appeared mostly denuded. Only a few people were visible, mostly farmers tending their neglected fields, a few traders finding new markets, and refugees perhaps trying to return home. Though surprisingly few fled at the approach of a rider atop a dragon, most looked at the colonel with wariness and suspicion, ready to flee or fight at a moment’s notice.
Logan tried to ignore their glares.
It was a few hours in however, before the dragon sensed something off. The forester had almost dozed off when he suddenly felt the dragon tense under him. Immediately Logan shot up, lowered his helm and grabbed his awlpike.
“Riders approaching.” Mera warned. A few seconds later a cloud of dust appeared in the long road ahead.
The Forester squinted at the figures. “If they’re human, they’re probably friendly.”
Mera frowned. “I dunno about that, Logan.”
A dozen horsemen rode down the path, armed with spears and clad in the iron kettle hats and leather brigandine of Volscian hobelars, followed by a Brekshirean in his concial hat and half-plate and two-handed ax. Finally in the rear came an Alban with a rich fur coat and a crossbow. As they sighted the dragon and colonel the group broke into a semicircle formation without slowing down or breaking stride.
Human and dragon looked at each other. Mera shook his head, but Logan leaped from the dragon’s back and after a reassuring pat on the dragon’s flank walked forward to meet the newcomers.
“Hello friends! I am-”
The forester raised his shield just in time to prevent an arrow from embedding itself in his head.
“The hell-”
The Volscians pulled out lassos while the Alban calmly loaded his crossbow and fired another bolt at Logan. The forester also deflected the second shot with his shield as he continued forward.
“I am an Auxian commander, leading my forces home. This is a Royal Road, and-”
The dragon suddenly landed in front of Logan. “We’re wasting our time." The dragon muttered to the forester under his breath. "They’re bandits, Logan. Let me kill them.”
“They could be some town watch; these are hard times. We can be merciful.”
A lasso suddenly wrapped itself around Mera’s neck, choking the dragon, who gagged and attempted to claw the ropes loose as the rider forcibly attempted to tighten the stranglehold. A second Volscian galloped over, swinging another lasso over the dragon’s head, followed by the remaining Volscians.
“Food!”
*Bloody humans!* Mera gasped under his breath.
Logan stormed towards the Alban, who looked amused at the confrontation.
“Goddamn it! I am Colonel Logan Durham of the New Army and I demand that you release my mount!” The forester yelled.
“The New Army’s gone and so is your authority colonel!” The Alban retorted, loading another bolt.
“Can I kill them now?” Mera hoarsely whispered to Logan.
“Please try not to.”
Another shot interrupted them. Logan again blocked this bolt with his shield. Then a lasso wrapped around his body and tightened, before the Volscian rider who threw it pulled, flinging the commander off his feet. Logan was dragged a short distance along the ground before he managed to pull his knife from his belt and cut his way loose. Immediately another Volscian attempted to trample the commander, who had enough initiative to quickly roll out of the way.
By now Mera was struggling against three lassos, one around his neck being pulled by three bandits, another around his arm being pulled by four, and a new one just thrown around his snout. While the wyrm was busy, the Brekshirean charged up to the bound dragon and with heavy blade overhead, drove his axe with all his might into Mera’s right paw. The dragon roared in pain as the ax broke through skin and flesh, embedding itself three inches into his appendage before the weapon’s shaft splintered.
For a second both Mera stared dumbly at the deep gash in his forepaw, then his eyes went ablaze with fury.
“That’s it!”
The dragon immediately clawed off the rope around his snout and unleashed a torrent of flame, incinerating the Brekshirean, whose scream was almost immediately cut off as he was reduced to ash. Without pause, Mera turned his fury to the remaining horsemen, who realizing they were tackling something far more powerful than they had thought, wheeled their horses around and fled. Still the wyrm’s fire consumed three of the slowest riders together with their horses. The remainder, including the Alban crossbowman, quickly galloped down the road they came. Tearing off the remaining lassos, the dragon roared in triumph and, unfurling his wings, charged after the attackers.
“Stop!”
Mera stopped in mid-leap, awkwardly stumbling to halt his forward motion to see the colonel running up behind him.
“They’re run off! No more killing!” Logan called out, brushing himself off.
“Why do you care? They’re worthless parasites.”
“There’s been too much killing by everyone. I’m sick of it.”
“Well the next time someone tries to take a slice out of me, I’ll take that into consideration!” The dragon snapped.
“Your oath, Mera. My truce. You’ve already violated it once.” Logan hissed through his teeth.
The reptile shot him a poisonous look but stopped his pursuit. “We’ll see how long you can keep up your end.” The dragon muttered under its breath.
Lord Huron - Meet Me In The Woods
Gift from
Nsst!
Original: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/41155748/
“Weren’t you just out on scouting duty not too long ago?” Woden complained to Logan in his tent as the Stanton Brigade began breaking camp. “How are you going back already?”
“The dragon and I have some personal matters to attend to as soon as we enter Cnaeus.” Logan replied as threw on his gambeson again. “I want to do my duty before I leave for that point in time.”
His bodyguard shook his head, glancing off to the side as if hoping Bidgewell would come and back him up. “You remember what happened the last time you decided to go on scouting duty right?”
Logan stopped to look at Woden. “Yes, I remember. But now I have the dragon to help me. Things should be better this time around.”
Woden attempted to say something more, but finally threw his hands up in the air in frustration.
“If you say so.”
***
Sitting atop Mera as the dragon steadily worked his way down the Royal Road at the apex of Liza’s skirmish line, Logan had some time to observe the landscape himself, unexplored lands by anyone in his hundreds-strong command. Though they were now deep in Auxia, it was not a heartening sight. Once one of the wealthiest and most prosperous regions of the land, Northern Alba had been thoroughly devastated by the war, suffering perhaps to the greatest extent out of all the Satrapies in Auxia. Everywhere farmsteads lay fallow and fields were strewn by the debris of a dozen battles and innumerable skirmishes, though some areas were evidently were being cleaned and being prepared for fresh work. Burned homesteads abounded, as did innumerable little grave markers scattered alongside the road. Most frighteningly, what was once a densely populated area appeared mostly denuded. Only a few people were visible, mostly farmers tending their neglected fields, a few traders finding new markets, and refugees perhaps trying to return home. Though surprisingly few fled at the approach of a rider atop a dragon, most looked at the colonel with wariness and suspicion, ready to flee or fight at a moment’s notice.
Logan tried to ignore their glares.
It was a few hours in however, before the dragon sensed something off. The forester had almost dozed off when he suddenly felt the dragon tense under him. Immediately Logan shot up, lowered his helm and grabbed his awlpike.
“Riders approaching.” Mera warned. A few seconds later a cloud of dust appeared in the long road ahead.
The Forester squinted at the figures. “If they’re human, they’re probably friendly.”
Mera frowned. “I dunno about that, Logan.”
A dozen horsemen rode down the path, armed with spears and clad in the iron kettle hats and leather brigandine of Volscian hobelars, followed by a Brekshirean in his concial hat and half-plate and two-handed ax. Finally in the rear came an Alban with a rich fur coat and a crossbow. As they sighted the dragon and colonel the group broke into a semicircle formation without slowing down or breaking stride.
Human and dragon looked at each other. Mera shook his head, but Logan leaped from the dragon’s back and after a reassuring pat on the dragon’s flank walked forward to meet the newcomers.
“Hello friends! I am-”
The forester raised his shield just in time to prevent an arrow from embedding itself in his head.
“The hell-”
The Volscians pulled out lassos while the Alban calmly loaded his crossbow and fired another bolt at Logan. The forester also deflected the second shot with his shield as he continued forward.
“I am an Auxian commander, leading my forces home. This is a Royal Road, and-”
The dragon suddenly landed in front of Logan. “We’re wasting our time." The dragon muttered to the forester under his breath. "They’re bandits, Logan. Let me kill them.”
“They could be some town watch; these are hard times. We can be merciful.”
A lasso suddenly wrapped itself around Mera’s neck, choking the dragon, who gagged and attempted to claw the ropes loose as the rider forcibly attempted to tighten the stranglehold. A second Volscian galloped over, swinging another lasso over the dragon’s head, followed by the remaining Volscians.
“Food!”
*Bloody humans!* Mera gasped under his breath.
Logan stormed towards the Alban, who looked amused at the confrontation.
“Goddamn it! I am Colonel Logan Durham of the New Army and I demand that you release my mount!” The forester yelled.
“The New Army’s gone and so is your authority colonel!” The Alban retorted, loading another bolt.
“Can I kill them now?” Mera hoarsely whispered to Logan.
“Please try not to.”
Another shot interrupted them. Logan again blocked this bolt with his shield. Then a lasso wrapped around his body and tightened, before the Volscian rider who threw it pulled, flinging the commander off his feet. Logan was dragged a short distance along the ground before he managed to pull his knife from his belt and cut his way loose. Immediately another Volscian attempted to trample the commander, who had enough initiative to quickly roll out of the way.
By now Mera was struggling against three lassos, one around his neck being pulled by three bandits, another around his arm being pulled by four, and a new one just thrown around his snout. While the wyrm was busy, the Brekshirean charged up to the bound dragon and with heavy blade overhead, drove his axe with all his might into Mera’s right paw. The dragon roared in pain as the ax broke through skin and flesh, embedding itself three inches into his appendage before the weapon’s shaft splintered.
For a second both Mera stared dumbly at the deep gash in his forepaw, then his eyes went ablaze with fury.
“That’s it!”
The dragon immediately clawed off the rope around his snout and unleashed a torrent of flame, incinerating the Brekshirean, whose scream was almost immediately cut off as he was reduced to ash. Without pause, Mera turned his fury to the remaining horsemen, who realizing they were tackling something far more powerful than they had thought, wheeled their horses around and fled. Still the wyrm’s fire consumed three of the slowest riders together with their horses. The remainder, including the Alban crossbowman, quickly galloped down the road they came. Tearing off the remaining lassos, the dragon roared in triumph and, unfurling his wings, charged after the attackers.
“Stop!”
Mera stopped in mid-leap, awkwardly stumbling to halt his forward motion to see the colonel running up behind him.
“They’re run off! No more killing!” Logan called out, brushing himself off.
“Why do you care? They’re worthless parasites.”
“There’s been too much killing by everyone. I’m sick of it.”
“Well the next time someone tries to take a slice out of me, I’ll take that into consideration!” The dragon snapped.
“Your oath, Mera. My truce. You’ve already violated it once.” Logan hissed through his teeth.
The reptile shot him a poisonous look but stopped his pursuit. “We’ll see how long you can keep up your end.” The dragon muttered under its breath.
Lord Huron - Meet Me In The Woods
Gift from
Nsst! Original: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/41155748/
Category Artwork (Digital) / Fantasy
Species Western Dragon
Size 1280 x 960px
File Size 139 kB
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