Novel & Cerita Siege On Dragonbane Keep

She gave an annoyed sigh. “But I guess the time isn’t ripe yet... my gift for you is not yet complete, there is still one key missing...” Eirian’s eyes swiveled towards Benette who seems to be a couple of feet closer to her. “Now, Dagon!” Benette threw the dragon Child at Johan’s direction. “Daa!” Dagon shouted, his short arms outstretched. Small red, leathery wings sprouted on his back as he swooped towards the fire mage and spat crimson flames at Eirian!

“You’ll regret this, Moonbane!” Darius spat blood. “Yeah i know.” Before Rothgar could strike again, a deafening explosion rocked the fortress—flames engulfing the southern wing. Adrian and Nero burst through the smoke, dragging Kaelen forward. “We’ve got him!” Selera ran to them, clutching Kaelen’s face. “You’re safe… you’re safe now…” Kaelen’s voice was hoarse. “Not safe yet.” Rothgar, enraged tore past Darius, charged one last time, straight for them.

With the knowledge of his past lives he had deduced that the birthmark of the dragons must have appeared on his wrist when he turned 18, and that was why the Prophets had been able to locate him. And the mages this time must have remembered their past mistakes and made him undetectable so that the Prophets could not spot him until he was strong enough to defend himself... Just the fact that the golden dragon was on Astoria, which was a world in the intermediate plane of existence, showed how careful the humans had been.

The air was thick with tension, every heartbeat echoing like war drums across the crumbling temple grounds. From her vantage point atop the weather-worn balcony, Selene watched the horizon darken—not with clouds, but with the approaching horde. The siege had begun. Below, Kael barked orders, still limping from his last encounter but determined to defend what little ground they had left. The allies they’d gathered—rogue wolves, witches who had once served in hiding, a handful of humans brave or foolish enough to fight—moved in hurried unison, preparing barricades and traps. But the numbers were not in their favor.

What Baron Lorient feared most was that Christine would cower in the castle and refuse to come out, in which case even if he captured all of Baron Stewart's lands, he would not be able to take the castle with the soldiers he had. A siege was impossible. Noble castles had wells and at least a year's supply of food, firewood and grass. How could Baron Lorient have hundreds of militia eating and drinking for a year without doing any work? Besides, the attack range of a knight standing on the city wall shooting arrows from a high vantage point was far greater than the casting range of a 5th level mage like him. This was also the reason why the continental nobles who possessed divine arts and mag

"I recommend full magical containment. Hermetic Order places wards around the entire Rookeries district. Nothing supernatural gets in or out. Then we collapse the wards inward. Force them into a kill zone." "Like a snare." I appreciate the elegance. "What's the timeline for ward placement?" "Three days. We need ten mages working simultaneously. But once placed, the wards are unbreakable by anything the resistance possesses." "Good." I turn to the dragon representative. "Lord Vermithrax. Your mercenaries are ready?" The dragon is in human form. Ancient eyes in a young face. "My people are equipped with silver weapons and UV armaments. They'll handle the frontline assault. Vampires can support

Synora let out a terrified scream that jolted Visenya out of her shock. She looked at Sarai, who was completely frozen at the sight of the massive dragon, seemingly toying with the guards at the gate. Every cannonball they shot at the dragon was either deflected by the strike of its tail or caught in its colossal mouth and spat right back out at them. “Mother!” Visenya shook Sarai vigorously, trying to break her from her trance, but she wouldn’t budge. She gave her mother another long, vigorous shake that finally blinked Sarai out of her daze. “Mother, get Synora down to the bunker now!”

"Your people have clearly been plotting a lot against us." "No." Nysera shook her head in denial. But that was a lie. "What then were the DragonBorns seeking within Iron-Vale on the night before my triggered hybrid shift?" Draekon asked. "There had been a rogue attack and many sentinels had lost their lives that night," Draekon gritted out in genuine rage. "But one had survived, and he recounted his experience of that night to us." He paused briefly. "Nysera, why did DragonBorns infiltrate my kingdom under the guise of a rogue attack?"

Ares adds before our warriors rush forward, attacking Dagon's warriors who are focused on protecting the witches. "Jyrki stay with Phoenix, keep her safe!" Benjamin orders into the joined link while stopping a warrior who is lunging in their direction. "He keeps me safe Papa, you fight," Phoenix climbs onto Jyrki's back as I turn my attention back to Bane who is closing in on Dagon.

"Easy. The barriers are down. Go forth, my pet, and kill anyone that stands in your way. Remember, Selene, is mine." Liam howls in delight for the upcoming hunt. Standing on his two feet, he sprints up the steep hill. He finds the entrance to the cavern easily with no dragon in sight. Liam doesn't stop to think about how easy it was to get past the entrance. His feral side only cared to hunt regardless of the danger. The scent of his prey assaults his nostrils, only growing stronger as he travels deeper into the cavern. Suddenly he is in the Dragon's Belly, but a surprise awaits him. Standing at the end of the hall is Paiste and his dragons. Liam growls, crouching low on the ground in an att