Lucia Tarterus rode into the port town of Geratus. Her bright red stead clopped softly as she entered the city. The cobblestones beneath his hooves barely made a clip-clop on the surface. The knights dark purple armor was hidden underneath a dark black shroud that covered her entire body and draped off of the hind quarters of Leotus her handsome giant horse. Her horse was that of the dragon race. Bred by dragons the Dragoniuses Stallicus are a rare and special breed of horse that are loyal to only one being in their whole lives. With power of dragons fire and at times flight the horse is a force of nature truly deadly.<br/>The sword affixed to her back brightly shown even in the cloudy weather. It was made of purple dragon scales and had two wings around the center. The eyes of the dragons head were closed until awakened once again. The ivory teeth however showed with two solitary fangs. As she rounded the corner towards the docks she noticed a tavern with inn at the top. “Down Leotus” She commanded her horse and he bent low to allow her to descend. With ease and grace she put the mighty creature into a stone stable that was next to the facility in question. A young stable boy with nut brown hair shook as she entered, her face and body still covered. Ficking a golden sovereign towards the child she muttered “Brush and feed my friend. Treat him well and I will do the same for you.”<br/>Entering the tavern, she noticed a large amount of fishermen and tradesmen drinking and eating about the place. The large wooden ceiling only made her more of a stand out as she walked in. Most if not all of the men looked up from their booze and food to watch the forboding stranger entering the establishment. Her metal shoes clinked on the stone floor as she leaned on the long wooden bar. “I need a room for the night…” She looked around at everyone staring at her. “Food and wine…. And a round for the house.” She yelled the end loudly causing the men to cheer and clap. She did this often at places she stayed so people would ignore her appearance and only concentrate on the alcohol. “Ill be over there” She pointed to a table near the fire place and she sat down, removing her cloak. She shook it and revealed her dark purple armor. Sighing she nodded to the barkeep as he gave her meat, cheese and wine. Sipping the wine and taking a bite she leaned bac enjoying her meal.<br/>Unfortunately, a small group of eight soldiers walked in just missing the free round of drinks which the rest of the bar folk drunkenly told them. The captain strode over to her and slammed his hand on the table. “Hey beautiful how about a drink..” He said with confidence looking at her muscly curves that showed in her bare arms. Lucia did not look up just took another bite of her meat. “Hey Im talking to you!” He bellowed. His men began to crowd around her. “Wait… he grabbed the top of her head and yanked it back as she looked up with dead eyes. “Let go of me..” She whispered sternly and softly. “You’re the Purple Dragon!” He jumped back and drew his blade. “If I kill you they will not only make me a night but a noble and my men will be set for life.” His men finally understood what was going on a grinned drawing their swords. A man with a spear came forward and looked down at her “I got this boss..” He thrusted his spear forward scratching her cheek. What the rest of the bar did not realize is that she barely moved and allowed herself to get cut. “NOW DIE!” Yelled the captain as he and his men rushed forward.<br/>