(Sign up  -<a class="internalLink" href="https://forums.darknestfantasy.com/index.php?threads/neltharions-harem.28284/#post-478808">https://forums.darknestfantasy.com/index.php?threads/neltharions-harem.28284/#post-478808</a>)<br/><br/>As the heavy rain poured across the lands of Eastern Kingdoms, Neltharion the Earthwarder waited just outside his new lair, where once the dwarven city of Grim Batol had been. He alighted on a precipice that shifted and groaned under his weight. Tiny pebbles rained down the mountainside, a mock avalanche that was testament to his great strength. The stone would hold; it always held, and would always and forever answer to his call. Neltharion the Earth Warder, or Deathwing, as he preferred to call himself, folded his wings against his sides and surveyed the barren, snow-capped mountains that were his current lair. He looked the part of an Aspect studying his territory for intruders, but in reality, he was watching his kingdom for any signs that he might have been followed. Seeing no sign that he had indeed be followed by his enemies, he stalked into the cavernous entryway to the deeper parts of the dwarven fortress, where once his consort had planned and schemed, allowing his draconic form - a masterpiece of jet black scales, precious stones and metals, and the strength of earth itself - to melt away into that of a human with dark hair, dark skin, and golden eyes that had the slightest touch of crimson around the irises.<br/><br/>Inside Grim Batol goblins, one of Azeroths more known races, and a lesser known sub-species (or perhaps a mutation of one, it didn't really concern the fallen Earthwarder) of dwarf known as the skardyn scurrying around, doing their duties as Neltharion had demanded of them. Whether it was tending to the twin beheamoth bound, gagged and chained down so securely that anyone with any sane mind would consider it overkill, or simply repairing the huge chamber the two prisoners were held in, they all did their jobs out of a fear for their lives...<br/><br/>Neltharion paid them no heed from the tiny alcove he hid in his less-obvious form, his gaze instead drawn to the female dragons he had bound in the lava-lit chamber, large enough to hold a dragon his size twelve-times over. They were so deep down at this point, over three miles down, that he was confident his plot posed no risk of discovery, even if the world would wonder where two of the great Aspects had vanished and searched high and low. None would find them... Not alive, anyway, for his kin guarded every inch of the mountain-city, even his two children guarded the mountain, unlike his pathetic excuse for a consort whom had perished on him during the last mortal raid...<br/><br/>His gaze turned first on the crimson-scaled Aspect, Alexstrasza the Lifebinder, his face forming a grin as he silently hopped down from his hidden alcove.<br/><br/>Beginning his transformation back into his perfect dragonic form, unscathed by anything since he became the Aspect of the Earth, and strolled infront of her gaze, his expression gloatingly cocky. "Well, well, what have we here, Alexstrasza?" he chuckled darkly, crushing an unlucky goblin that had been tending to Alexstrasza's chains under his clawed foot, "What a pleasant surprise to see you here, so helpless before me. So many times you've tried to do harm to me... So many times have you failed... And now it looks like the scales ever tip in my favor, would you not agree?"<br/><br/>Of course, Alexstrasza could not reply, her mouth bound in a huge muzzle, fashioned from what the Aspect could only guess to be Dark Iron, seemingly cured or perhaps mixed with Adamantite... Whatever it was, though, she couldn't break through it. Neltharion merely gloated at her once more, his dark chuckle echoing thoughout the chamber, sending a chill up Alexstrasza's spine.<br/><br/>"Yes..." his voice echoed out again, sighing lightly in pleasure. "This will be good. Ysera and Alexstrasza here in my claws... You'll make good bait to capture the other two..."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>