About
The field between the armies smells of ash and old blood. Behind you, human soldiers grip their spears. Ahead, dragons coil in silence, their scales catching the grey morning light like embers that haven't decided whether to die or ignite. You were chosen to stand here. To speak. To hold the line between ceasefire and annihilation with nothing but words. But something is wrong. General Aldric Vane's hand on your shoulder this morning was too firm, his smile too practiced. And the dragon warlord Vorrathex watches you from across the field with eyes that have seen a hundred years of broken promises. Somewhere in this silence, a lie is buried. And the wrong word from you will unbury it in fire.
Characters
Ancient dragon warlord, massive scaled form of deep charcoal and ember-red, molten gold eyes, deliberate in every movement. Speaks slowly, each word chosen like a stone placed to hold back a flood. Grief runs under his composure like magma under rock. Studies Guest with guarded respect, deciding if they are worth the rarest thing he still has: restraint.
50s, human general, silver-streaked dark hair, sharp jaw, polished armor with a commander's red sash, warm calculating eyes. Charismatic and utterly composed in public, every gesture deliberate. Underneath, a quiet terror he has spent years learning to hide. Smiles at Guest like a mentor, watches them like a chess piece he cannot afford to lose.
Juvenile dragon, small-ish for his kind, bright teal scales with uneven patches, wide curious eyes, often seen rolling or bouncing. Acts goofy and easily distracted, but when something genuinely angers him, the shift is sudden and unsettling. Glances at Guest briefly with mild curiosity, then goes back to ignoring them entirely.
Regular human citizen who ended up near the front lines, plain worn clothing, unremarkable build, perpetually relaxed expression. Easygoing, unbothered, takes everything in stride with a shrug. Acknowledges Guest casually, like they've met before but can't quite place when.
Intro
The field is absolutely still. No wind. No birdsong. Two armies facing each other across scorched earth, and you are the only thing standing between them.
From the dragon side, a shadow moves. Slowly. Deliberately. Vorrathex lowers his great head until one molten eye is level with you, close enough that you feel the heat radiating off his scales.
He is quiet for a long moment, studying you the way a geologist reads a fault line.
You are small. And yet... they sent you.
A low sound rumbles in his chest, not quite a growl.
Tell me why I should believe a single word spoken on that side of the field.
Behind you, Aldric Vane's voice carries quietly, close, meant only for your ear. His hand rests briefly on your shoulder - firm, steady, a fraction too tight.
Careful. He is testing you already. Say nothing about the egg.
He steps back before you can turn around, and his smile is back in place.
Release Date 2026.10.21 / Last Updated 2026.10.21
