Dragonbane Keep Location Novels & Stories

“These legendary beasts are summoned in the Dragonshire, located in the southern region of ETristanos… the Dragon Mountains.” Tristan’s eyebrows rose in surprise. “You’re saying it’s half-world away from here?” he asked, pointing his finger on the table. The white-cloaked mages nodded. “That’s how difficult it is, my king. Even the travel itself of going there will already cost blood, sweat, and tears.” Tristan licked his lower lip for a moment before rising from his chair. “Fine. I’ll go there.” “Pardon, your grace?” Councilor Vornell raised an eyebrow. “But you can’t.”

The traffic snarls wouldn’t allow the car to speed up. Instead of heading towards Anya’s house, the car drove towards the upscale locality of Pune city, Koregaon Park. The area is famous for the Osho International Meditation Resort and has a brilliant nightlife. He saw the car pull in at the car park next to a mall. He waited in his tuk-tuk to see what happened next. Anya went into the mall and came out looking drop-dead gorgeous. He had seen Anya without uniform but only in denims and T-shirts. Right now she had dressed to kill.

The Keep emerged through the fog. Draeven Keep had been built into the side of the mountain three hundred years ago. The walls were dark stone. The gates were old iron. The southern tower had been rebuilt seventy years ago after a fire. The eastern wall had been reinforced thirty years ago. The Keep had been standing on this ridge longer than the Voss pack had existed, longer than the Council city of Vael Doran had been the political center, longer than the Ashvale founder line had been written in the registry. It was three hundred years old.

I am getting annoyed. “None that we know,” the left guard answers, still not taking his eyes of Ronan. “Can I meet your dragon keeper?” I ask. “She seemed very comfortable around my dragon.” “If he is really an immortal dragon, he can find the nest alone,” the right guard answers. I climb back on Ronan. “If you insist,” I say and pat Ronan, who rises fast, covering both guards in dirt. “The nest is inside the village. I didn’t want to invade without permission,” Ronan tells me.

I cleared my throat awkwardly, scratching my neck and quickly trying to brush it aside. “ But Dragon? We know where she is now, right? Should we not focus on that? Make a plan to get her back? For the first time, we know where she is with whom, and we need to act now.” “It is not that easy. Yes, we know where the dragon lives; the problem is getting there.” “Okay? Is it far away? “ Confused, I watched as they all sent that strange look between them. “What?” “His castle is not in this realm but above the skies.”

I chose not to respond to these comments. A knock on the door brings everyone back to the present. I think we were all getting lost in our thoughts. “Enter,” Ares states loud enough for the person on the other side of the mahogany wood door to hear. “I think I found a lead on Draco!” Ani jumps as she comes stumbling into the room holding a book from the archives. “Oh?” “This book mentions that dragons live in either very very cold or VERY hot places...so, if we can find a witch to cast a locator spell...we can pin him down since he will either be in one of these extremes,” Ani explains.

I called the two fastest in the pack. Yes, master, they chimed “Go find Clayton and Brollen. Get them to the tower as soon as possible. We need everyone in on this.” I knew where they had most likely taken her, Sephtis Bruen's keep. It was located at the base of the lobotian mountains and bordered on the west by the sea. It would take a miracle to get her out of there. But, I would die trying if that's what it took.

And Borc had long since killed himself, ingesting a poison tablet hidden in his molar after Jade Zahn tortured him horrifically. With all the other options out, Frank could only go to Kornac's Keep as Abel had suggested to save Mark's life. - After a few days of rest and preparation, Frank drove to Norsedam. Kornac's Keep was not particularly famous on the east coast, let alone Draconia, but they certainly held a strong reputation locally. In fact, on the day of the trials and Frank arrived at the gates, he was surprised by the crowds he was seeing.

more than anyone knew precisely why I would not be bringing her back. She was better off away from me, and away, I would make sure she stayed. "There have been no attacks made on Gantreth lately." Priam noted, polishing his sword. My eyes shot upwards at that. "None since the last we recorded?" "None." Nyxaria stabbed an apple violently, sending four different pieces of it rolling across and off the table. "So, it is confirmed then. You know what this means." I clenched my fists behind me, snapping the pen into two. What it meant was, for some absurd reason, the attacks tripled everywhere Danae visited. Everywhere but Gantreth. The one part of these lands sh

Liam wrapped his arms around her, comforting her with gentle pats on the back, whispering, "Honey, I'm not upset with you. I know you've got a big heart. Don't worry about a thing. I've got this covered." He then reached out to the Green Dragon Warriors and, in no time, pinpointed Yafe and Sherah's exact whereabouts. They were holed up in a small town within Drunham City's limits, a well-known tourist spot in Biskeland, oozing with old-world charm.