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Ozoric stood by his mentor’s side, trying to find any excuse at all to be anywhere but Alerar. Duty had a way of binding you to places and people when you least expected it. He wrinkled his nose.
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So...I'm pretty much made for this.

Ozoric looked between mounts sheepishly, and with a casual thought, told the Felj to make his preparations to return to the Drakengard. Warmth surrounded him, a visage of power that faded as he...

An idyllic breeze snaked through the ruins around Ozoric. He languished in the branches of an indomitable oak, head rested on a folded cloak and legs dangling either side of his makeshift chezlong....

Hello you old salty dog!

Duffy missed you :mad:

I think Ozoric is right up the Airwing Captain's street.

19th reserve.

Inner reflexes snapped and Ozoric once again leapt to the skies. Draconic convection, a thermal spiral of desperate rage lifted him upwards. The Nocturne and its mundane twin cut through where the...

The Lancer caught the full flurry of sand in the face, the red hair matching the golden hue of the illusory wastes. He barely had time to splutter before his instincts kicked in and made his knees...

Ozoric leapt. Instincts were the only thing that kept home from being slices atwain, his efforts to bolster his defences for the coming war ended before they truly began. Had he hesitated for even a...

From Aelfric’s grin, Ozoric had deduced his opponent would be monstrous. The Lancer had not, however, deduced just quite how terrifying a half-dragon would be. Before him, like an ancestral recall,...

Dragons. Men. Half and full. Blood mingled. Blood spoiled. Blood spilled in the name of purity and fear. The history between man and sky lizard was complicated, stitched through the aeons and...

“She’s not so different from a human ruler,” Ozoric said weakly. He lamented the parity between people’s perceptions of dragons and the oft carnal reality.

“Very true,” The Verger agreed.

He...

The architects of the Drakengard had painted a vibrant depiction of the Day of the Dragon on the ceiling. When the Old Gods still walked the earth the Elder Dragons were created. The Ayvar, the First...

For a few moments after he stepped into the room Ozoric forgot about the Verger’s looming revelations. He looked around the chamber and examined the intricate map embedded on the table top in stained...

“I haven’t heard what you want to tell me yet.” He narrowed his gaze, pensive, and clenched his fists. “I will be fine after a drink,” he continued.

The Verger rolled his eyes. He admired the...

“If you read on, it will tell you that climate change turned the valley barren.” The Verger’s soft tone sharpened. He seemed to be uncomfortable discussing it.

“But…,” Ozoric encouraged. His...

At the heart of the Drakengard stands an impossible tower. Built on the foundations of an ancient library, its base is seven hundred yards wide. It is approximately one mile high, though the size of...

Ozoric Newalla

The wind, the wing, and the wonder. I am home at last.

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Gender: Male
Race: Dragon
Height: 5’11”
Weight:...

Ozoric Newalla often ended up in strange and spurious situations. He overcame most of them with dragon fire and oratory wit. So close to a forest, however, and against a foe so alien either option...

“As you well know, the Drakengard is a military branch of the Corone Armed Forces.”

Though it now sorely wished to be a separate state, the dragoons were, for all intent and purpose, cavalry...

Thread on hold until Tobias Stalt returns.

Oliver instinctively scuffled and resisted, but taken by surprise seldom left a man with his wits about himself. He hit the dirt, just like the dog he was, and felt bones shunt together, and armour...

A whump in the wind. Wings beating. Breath taken. Descent.

Ozoric Newalla, prince forgotten and Lancer of the Drakengard dropped into the arena free of rope’s aid and crowd’s applause. Shock,...

I would like to register.

Otto you glorious bastard :o