( Note: The following Story Line takes place roughly 1,000 years ago. This is a window, into Lord Z'ev Zayveon's past. Key notes: Z'ev Zayveon, used to go by the name Draconis. The lands mentioned in this Story Line are now covered in ice and snow. )
The far deep south held a magnificent castle. Many could boast to their Castles being large, but only one castle truly held this outstanding feat. The Draconian Castle laid in a lush bit of land. Deep forests surrounded, as well as hills and great mountains. Rivers flowed through the Draconian lands and led off to towns, villages and small cities. One part feared, one part respected, the Draconians were often sought out in times of war and conflict. To hold them as your ally, meant a great advantage during such times.
"Vasilios to see King Draconis!" Shouted a towering Draconian soldier. Vasilios stepped forward into the great hall. Moving toward the sizable thrown of the Draconian King upon all fours, given Vasilios was a centaur. His armor worn to his torso and front, with a sword laid to either side. His long dark locks almost touched the ground as he took a shifting bow for a moment before the King of the Ancients. "King Draconis, I thank you for your time." Draconis turned his gaze over the centaur, a soft motion of the staff with in his clawed fingertips. "Speak, Vasilios." A nod from the centaur. "I'm sure you're aware of the mounting forces my half brother, Demogorgon and his human woman Ista are acquiring. It is said he is joining his forces with the Minotaur, Phortounatos and Kleisthenes. There has been whisper your Majesty, of the Vampire King...Kain, having an audience with them. If he is supplying their forces, they will be hard pressed to defeat. We have messengers speaking with the Dwarven Nation, but as yet they aren't feeling pressed to join us." Draconis long tail moved at the side of the thrown, a thoughtful tap of a clawed fingertip to the staff in hand. "You wish us to accompany you into battle again, yes?" A slow nod from Vasilios upwards at Draconis. "Yes, we would hold a better chance in battles if the Draconians stood beside us as you have in previous battles, as the Battle of Traj'an two years ago." "I am holding dinner tomorrow evening here with several, four of which are from the Dwarven Nation. I will ask them to aid you should Demogorgon and his forces indeed attack the Centaur Lands. For now, the Draconians will not be joining. As you know I am due to be married once more. It has been sometime since my last wife had passed. I have much to plan. A possible war is not on the table currently in those plans. I will of course offer the Centaur Nation any medical supplies and at any time needed, you may use of our town or the castle here as a safe haven." A bow of his head down at the centaur, who in turn nodded slowly while trying to keep the frown upon his heart from lifting to his lips. He'd held hope that the Draconians would be right there with them should war break out. "I see. It is well know through the Nations of your Elven bride, your Majesty. There is none more lovely then the Princess Ambrosia." "I thank you for your kind words, Vasilios. Though perhaps your mate, Helene might object to you declaring others more lovely then her." Vasilios was able to perk a smile at the mention of his mate. "Her locks of dark hair are almost longer then my own. I truly don't know a Centaur woman with more skill of a bow." A nod from Draconis. "No doubt her fighting skill, is one thing that caught your mind when you started courting her, yes?" Vasilios nodded with a smile. "Indeed the Draconian King sees more then most. If I may ask of a favor your Majesty?" Draconis motion of his large hand. "Your Majesty, you wed that of my brother Vangelis and his mate Eudora five years past. I wish to ask if you'd be so kind as to do the same ceremony for that of myself and Helene?" Draconis gave a resounding laugh that would no doubt echo through the great hall as his muzzle perked a somewhat smile. "Of course, Vasilios. I would be honored to marry you and your mate, Helene. We can speak on the matter upon two days, yes?" Vasilios nodded as his tail gave a flick behind him. "Thank you, your Majesty. I will let her know and let the Centaur Nation know they can seek medical aid and supplies from you." Vasilios gave a bow of his head and then slowly backed and then turned about to leave the great hall.
As he left the hall, an Elven woman of nearly 5'7" stepped into the great chamber from a side hall. Her skin almost white as snow, lips red as a rose and locks of hair a soft golden color. A smile perked her lips as she moved over toward the Draconian, hands clasped behind her back. "So yet again, the Draconian King helps out one of the many races of this world. One would wonder if his generosity holds no bounds?" Draconis glanced over at the Elven Princess. A smile perking his muzzle. "Some might say other wise, my dear. Are you well" I've not seen of you all day?" She nodded as her hands came free from behind her to set to the arm of the chair he was sitting with in. "I am. I'm just not real hungry this day. I promise I'll eat something when dinner is served this night. Vasilios holds you in high regard, my King. As do many. Offering the Centaur Nation aid should war take to the lands once more, is a valiant thing." "Yes, but I know he wanted more. I've fought countless battles and for once, I'd like to stay clear of war. I want peace. I want quiet times." Ambrosia perked a smile as she tilted her head at the much larger figure. "I certainly hope not too quiet. I might come to think my Draconian King is spending more time sleeping then paying attention to his Elven bride." A chuckle perked in the Draconian's long throat. "I highly doubt, that could happy my love."
The far deep south held a magnificent castle. Many could boast to their Castles being large, but only one castle truly held this outstanding feat. The Draconian Castle laid in a lush bit of land. Deep forests surrounded, as well as hills and great mountains. Rivers flowed through the Draconian lands and led off to towns, villages and small cities. One part feared, one part respected, the Draconians were often sought out in times of war and conflict. To hold them as your ally, meant a great advantage during such times.
"Vasilios to see King Draconis!" Shouted a towering Draconian soldier. Vasilios stepped forward into the great hall. Moving toward the sizable thrown of the Draconian King upon all fours, given Vasilios was a centaur. His armor worn to his torso and front, with a sword laid to either side. His long dark locks almost touched the ground as he took a shifting bow for a moment before the King of the Ancients. "King Draconis, I thank you for your time." Draconis turned his gaze over the centaur, a soft motion of the staff with in his clawed fingertips. "Speak, Vasilios." A nod from the centaur. "I'm sure you're aware of the mounting forces my half brother, Demogorgon and his human woman Ista are acquiring. It is said he is joining his forces with the Minotaur, Phortounatos and Kleisthenes. There has been whisper your Majesty, of the Vampire King...Kain, having an audience with them. If he is supplying their forces, they will be hard pressed to defeat. We have messengers speaking with the Dwarven Nation, but as yet they aren't feeling pressed to join us." Draconis long tail moved at the side of the thrown, a thoughtful tap of a clawed fingertip to the staff in hand. "You wish us to accompany you into battle again, yes?" A slow nod from Vasilios upwards at Draconis. "Yes, we would hold a better chance in battles if the Draconians stood beside us as you have in previous battles, as the Battle of Traj'an two years ago." "I am holding dinner tomorrow evening here with several, four of which are from the Dwarven Nation. I will ask them to aid you should Demogorgon and his forces indeed attack the Centaur Lands. For now, the Draconians will not be joining. As you know I am due to be married once more. It has been sometime since my last wife had passed. I have much to plan. A possible war is not on the table currently in those plans. I will of course offer the Centaur Nation any medical supplies and at any time needed, you may use of our town or the castle here as a safe haven." A bow of his head down at the centaur, who in turn nodded slowly while trying to keep the frown upon his heart from lifting to his lips. He'd held hope that the Draconians would be right there with them should war break out. "I see. It is well know through the Nations of your Elven bride, your Majesty. There is none more lovely then the Princess Ambrosia." "I thank you for your kind words, Vasilios. Though perhaps your mate, Helene might object to you declaring others more lovely then her." Vasilios was able to perk a smile at the mention of his mate. "Her locks of dark hair are almost longer then my own. I truly don't know a Centaur woman with more skill of a bow." A nod from Draconis. "No doubt her fighting skill, is one thing that caught your mind when you started courting her, yes?" Vasilios nodded with a smile. "Indeed the Draconian King sees more then most. If I may ask of a favor your Majesty?" Draconis motion of his large hand. "Your Majesty, you wed that of my brother Vangelis and his mate Eudora five years past. I wish to ask if you'd be so kind as to do the same ceremony for that of myself and Helene?" Draconis gave a resounding laugh that would no doubt echo through the great hall as his muzzle perked a somewhat smile. "Of course, Vasilios. I would be honored to marry you and your mate, Helene. We can speak on the matter upon two days, yes?" Vasilios nodded as his tail gave a flick behind him. "Thank you, your Majesty. I will let her know and let the Centaur Nation know they can seek medical aid and supplies from you." Vasilios gave a bow of his head and then slowly backed and then turned about to leave the great hall.
As he left the hall, an Elven woman of nearly 5'7" stepped into the great chamber from a side hall. Her skin almost white as snow, lips red as a rose and locks of hair a soft golden color. A smile perked her lips as she moved over toward the Draconian, hands clasped behind her back. "So yet again, the Draconian King helps out one of the many races of this world. One would wonder if his generosity holds no bounds?" Draconis glanced over at the Elven Princess. A smile perking his muzzle. "Some might say other wise, my dear. Are you well" I've not seen of you all day?" She nodded as her hands came free from behind her to set to the arm of the chair he was sitting with in. "I am. I'm just not real hungry this day. I promise I'll eat something when dinner is served this night. Vasilios holds you in high regard, my King. As do many. Offering the Centaur Nation aid should war take to the lands once more, is a valiant thing." "Yes, but I know he wanted more. I've fought countless battles and for once, I'd like to stay clear of war. I want peace. I want quiet times." Ambrosia perked a smile as she tilted her head at the much larger figure. "I certainly hope not too quiet. I might come to think my Draconian King is spending more time sleeping then paying attention to his Elven bride." A chuckle perked in the Draconian's long throat. "I highly doubt, that could happy my love."