Post by Gratzerilasshis on Oct 20, 2012 10:02:56 GMT -5
Towering above all waited a peak with a cave. The cave. It waited patiently, as immobile mountains usually do, and now the king it waited for returned. The cave itself wasn't too great, but it was enough as his personal residence, and changes are to come anyway.
Entering the cave, the king was greeted by bones. It seems during his leave, someone had usurped his throne, but has also met their fate here. The king wondered how did this stranger die inside though, for another dragon would have not fight them in a cave, but in the air, and no mortals could come here without wings, were the slayer human or elven. But it mattered not, the bones will be burnt as an honorable departure to Ghassan's realm.
The cave itself was good, but he was a king, and a king needs a stronghold. He was Gratzerilasshis, Stone-most-caller, the walls will heed his words. He flew to the very top of the peak, and looking down at the entrance of the cave, he roared. The stone rumbled it's answer under his claws.
He was weakened, he understood. Once, well before his exile, he could summon a full dome around himself with but a stomp. Great shapes of stone moved now as well, but slowly, much slower than he expected. All must be reestablished and relearnt what was once his and him.
For long hours he roared commandingly, and for long hours the peak formed and moved at his will. Before the cave entrance the ground rose, forming a greater flat area. All around walls grew from the mountain, forming a crown around the peak. An archway as a gate through the wall, with a ledge looking outwards, at the whole, jagged realm. Ledges formed on the mountainside all around. A king needs a court as well, and now, a court of mortals could now reside here, where only dragons were able before.
And meanwhile night fell then sun rose, and in the morning fortified stone towered where a simple peak used to be.
The king looked at his creation with pride. And contently, when he saw reddish textures on the newly surfaced stone as it was lit by the rising sun: iron. It will be useful for his subjects if his endless mountains can be mined for iron.
He bid farewell to his new home, Hysgrat, or Upstone in this tongue of mortals. Then he flew off towards the horizon, he had the realm, but he still needed to get the people.
Entering the cave, the king was greeted by bones. It seems during his leave, someone had usurped his throne, but has also met their fate here. The king wondered how did this stranger die inside though, for another dragon would have not fight them in a cave, but in the air, and no mortals could come here without wings, were the slayer human or elven. But it mattered not, the bones will be burnt as an honorable departure to Ghassan's realm.
The cave itself was good, but he was a king, and a king needs a stronghold. He was Gratzerilasshis, Stone-most-caller, the walls will heed his words. He flew to the very top of the peak, and looking down at the entrance of the cave, he roared. The stone rumbled it's answer under his claws.
He was weakened, he understood. Once, well before his exile, he could summon a full dome around himself with but a stomp. Great shapes of stone moved now as well, but slowly, much slower than he expected. All must be reestablished and relearnt what was once his and him.
For long hours he roared commandingly, and for long hours the peak formed and moved at his will. Before the cave entrance the ground rose, forming a greater flat area. All around walls grew from the mountain, forming a crown around the peak. An archway as a gate through the wall, with a ledge looking outwards, at the whole, jagged realm. Ledges formed on the mountainside all around. A king needs a court as well, and now, a court of mortals could now reside here, where only dragons were able before.
And meanwhile night fell then sun rose, and in the morning fortified stone towered where a simple peak used to be.
The king looked at his creation with pride. And contently, when he saw reddish textures on the newly surfaced stone as it was lit by the rising sun: iron. It will be useful for his subjects if his endless mountains can be mined for iron.
He bid farewell to his new home, Hysgrat, or Upstone in this tongue of mortals. Then he flew off towards the horizon, he had the realm, but he still needed to get the people.