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<div style="margin:auto;width:200px; height:200px;background:url(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/f8/1e/0f/f81e0f7cb84b4aba0ef7107ec4b1780a.gif);border-radius:0% ; background-size: cover; background-position: center;font-size: 0px;opacity:100%;font-size:0px;margin-top:0px;float:left;margin-right:10px;">image.</div>The Capitol City of Estria was a beautiful land on the edge of the Dread Sea. The shipping ports connected to the sea's edge at her South, providing the Capitol with lively trade and the ease to transport goods across the five realms. Feeding through the breast of the city was a large cobblestone road that many said had taken nearly three kings to finish, feeding all the way through to the land entrance of the city. When one entered the Capitol, they entered from the North, where a large wall spanned her length, effectively funneling travelers through its gate. It was quite a secure location, for the city was protected on all sides. Of course, this had not stopped wars from occurring. It seemed that in such a day and age, there was always a struggle for power, always a target on the King's head. It had been the Mad King Rygarr that had seen an end to the wars that had plagued their land for centuries. The Lord Coran Ryker to the West had thought himself the rightful ruler of Estria, attacking the Capitol at full force. The war between the House Ryker and House Drakonan, the King's house, had been a long and bloody one. Yet in the end, the Capitol still stood, Coran Ryker was defeated, and a new house was appointed Lordship over his territory. Then to the west it had been Lord Dornish Paladin, thinking it the best time to strike since the King's men were recovering from the war before. It had ended the same with Dornish Paladin defeated and a new house granted Lordship over his territory, as well. Though, at the head of all of those battles had been none other than Nyra Drakonan, Princess of Estria and the only child born to Rygarr Drakonan.<br/>
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Training as a Knight from a young age, Nyra had been perhaps the first female ever formally recognized as a Knight. She had been trained harder than any man and with the sweat of her brow, she had become the best sword hand in Estria. From there, she had gone on to command her father's armies until eventually, her potential was recognized and seeing as he had no other heirs, Rygarr named Nyra the first female heir that Estria had ever been given. This had caused uproar among the noble houses and the Lords scattered throughout the continent, but the common-folk of Estria had witnessed the fierceness that Nyra possessed, their love for her being earned rather than given freely. It wasn't until Rygarr Drakonan himself passed away that Nyra rose as Queen. In the few weeks after her father's death, Nyra's claim to the throne had been challenged six times. Four times by a council meeting that determined that despite her gender, no other Lords or their children were fit to take on the throne. These council meetings contained every Lord that served the Throne and their families. The meeting had been dubbed the Council of the Throne, which had ended as Nyra reigning supreme. The other two times her claim was challenged had been by combat, to which Nyra had still succeeded, her opponents left dead in the dust of their battle.<br/>
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Once the throne was finally secured, the land thrived beneath Nyra's firm and steady hand. At her side always was Tyraxes, a giant and monstrous beast of obsidian and red, his eyes like two burning embers. Tyraxes was said to be the largest dragon born within three centuries, so much so that the Dragonpit built to house the dragons of the Capitol could not hold him. The two were a fearsome pair. However, recently, dragons had been reported to be found dead, their breasts flayed open and their bodies burnt, as if another greater dragon had slain them. So at the current ripe age of twenty-nine, having been Queen for nearly twelve years, Nyra had decided to hold a tournament. Every dragon rider within Estria was called to the Capitol, to undergo trials and games that would determine the best among them. The tourney was overseen by Roderick Drakken, the Hand to the Queen. The Queen herself never once made an appearance at the tourneys. After they were over, she was given a list of the Hand's suggestions, but ultimately she had hand picked five people that would soon fight alongside her in perhaps the bloodiest and deadliest battle that had ever come to Estria. For a threat was on the horizon, a man who claimed to control an entire nation of dragon riders... And he was coming for Estria and all that she held within.<br/>
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<div style="text-align: center">• • • • • • • • • •<br/>​</div>The morning was brisk, not uncommon for the region in which that Capitol City occupied. On the sea's edge, the coolness from the body of water had a way of bringing brisk morning air to the land, yet the sun would soon bring warmth to the people's bones. Outside of the city's defensive wall, the land was shrouded in dense forestry and rolling plains. From her perch atop her chestnut horse, Nyra could hear the long and drawn out call of a dragon - her dragon. The wind gently blew strands of her loose chocolate hair away from her face, her eyes of the same color scanning the top of the trees. Nyra Drakonan was a beautiful woman, a natural blush in her cheeks and plush lips that were slowly morphing into a smirk. She lifted her fingers to her lips then, letting out a long and drawn out whistle. The mare beneath her shifted, as if it could sense what was nearing. Another long roar could be heard, a merry tone as if the dragon responsible had been happy to hear the Queen's call. As she sat on her horse at a clearing's edge, the Captiol Wall to her back, she finally saw him emerge from the tree line of the dense forest ahead.<br/>
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The harsh swooshing of wings could be heard as the world around her seemed to quiet, just before the massive beast broke from the tree line and  soared upwards. He was absolutely massive and at the same age as Nyra, he was still growing. The obsidian creature soared overhead in a large circle, letting out another gleeful chirping roar as he glided and banked hard to the right before descending towards the ground. His mighty head sported long and thick horns, his ember eyes finding Nyra with ease. As he came closer to the ground, Tyraxes flapped his wings to slow his descent before his back legs hit the ground with a large thump, his front legs following soon after. The horse beneath Nyra whinnied, taking a few paces back as it now faced the dragon nearly twenty times its size.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(243, 121, 52)">"Easy, darling."</span> Nyra cooed in a naturally sultry voice, patting her hand against the horse's neck as she slid from the saddle and onto the ground. Dressed in a beautiful, billowing black cloak, the Queen was without her crown and jewelry. Instead, beneath the cloak she wore leather armor, meant to be light and allow her to move quickly if need be. It was the day she was to meet the chosen of the Draconis Vulgares, a band of men and women she had comprised two days prior. Tyraxes moved forward as Nyra neared him, lowering his head towards her with a rumbling purr.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(243, 121, 52)">"Good morning, my mighty love."</span> Nyra cooed, reaching out to stroke her hand against Tyraxes' jaw. The beast closed his eyes, blowing hot breath out of his nose in content. She smiled at him, adoringly stroking down his neck then before she turned and looked over her shoulder at him. Nyra had taught Tyraxes to recognize cues long ago in the latin tongue, words that would signify actions she wished for him to take.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(243, 121, 52)">"<i>Venire.</i>"</span> She said softly, the word meaning "come". Tyraxes huffed, dipping his large head once in recognition before he lowered himself to the ground, giving him momentum as he shot upwards, his wings flapping to carry him into the sky. Nyra smiled up at him sweetly, admiration in her eyes before she turned and mounted her horse once more, guiding the creature back towards the Capitol's gate. She was allowed in with ease, the gate guards watching her near. She took the cobblestone road that had finally been completed, which led directly from the wall to the docking port, though many smaller roads branched from that one like veins that ran through the Capitol's heart.<br/>
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About halfway down the main road, she veered on her horse to the right down a road that would lead her directly to the Dragonpit. Even as she passed through stone buildings and market stalls, Tyraxes flew overhead, casting his shadow on the people below. Many called out to the Queen with smiles, gentle greetings here and there as they called her by her title, many of them smiling up at Tyraxes, the Black Dread. From the distance, Nyra could hear the other dragons within the Dragonpit growling and chirping at one another in communication. Within, she knew that the Draconis Vulgares awaited her in the large sandy arena that was located in the center of the structure.<br/>
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Soon enough the Queen arrived, guards at the gate taking her horse after she had dismounted. Tyraxes himself landed on top of the Dragonpit, too large for it's entrance. From the entrance itself, Nyra looked up at the beast who had lowered his head over the edge of the building, cocking his head at her as if to ask her what she was doing. Didn't she know he could not fit?<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(243, 121, 52)">"<i>Manere.</i>"</span> Nyra laughed, a cue for Tyraxes to stay where he was. Tyraxes huffed at her then, pulling his head irritably away from the building's edge to perch at it's top. Nyra passed through the entrance as the guards bowed to her. As she stepped into the Dragonpit, she walked down a very large, dragon sized hallway for about two-hundred feet before it opened up into the large arena. Seeing that the group of five stood waiting, introducing themselves, the Queen felt her feet shift from stone to sand, stepping out into the edge of the arena with her eyes cast forward.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(243, 121, 52)">"Well, well. It appears I am late. Please forgive my tardiness, I was busy retrieving Tyraxes. He's a bit of a wanderer these days."</span> Nyra called out, raising her voice a bit so that it would carry through the arena and reach the ears of those in which her words were directed. She shed her cloak then, laying it on the small stone wall that surrounded the arena, only opening at each end to allow passage into it. <a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fi.etsystatic.com%2F9376666%2Fr%2Fil%2F4ca640%2F2775128245%2Fil_794xN.2775128245_82pm.jpg&amp;hash=6d63aab35c662397f1a5c66d219186fe" href="https://i.etsystatic.com/9376666/r/il/4ca640/2775128245/il_794xN.2775128245_82pm.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Dressed in her leather training armor</a>, she clasped her hands before her, a sword hanging from a sheath at her hip.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(243, 121, 52)">"I am Queen Nyra Drakonan. I would like to begin by saying that I am very pleased to meet all of you. In the coming days and weeks, you all will come to be Estria's finest defense system ever created. Well, that is the hope, nonetheless."</span> Nyra chuckled, silencing so that the others could speak their greetings if they so chose to. Queen Nyra held a sharp coolness in her eyes, even as she chuckled the happiness of the sound did not quite reach her chocolate gaze. She knew that their dragons were housed somewhere within the Dragonpit's many caves and domes, some of them even hidden beneath the ground. The Dragonpit itself had been constructed to feel like home to the creatures. While they graced the sky with their beautiful appearances, dragons rested well within confined walls, such as mountain caves and passages. While the pit was a lovely structure, it offered dragons solitude and safety. As she awaited their replies, the Queen moved even closer to the group, coming to a stand directly before them.<br/>
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