Possession is 9/10th's of the Law.
Possession is 9/10th's of the Law.
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Ariol rides the Dragon.
A stand alone version of artwork from part 3 and conclusion of the story Ariol and the dragon. Read the story Here.
Ariol and the Dragon Part 3 of 3.
Begin from part 1, Here. Read part 2, Here. The army had in fact, reached the village of Fustal, Headed by King Marek with his Son Tarac by his side. Prince Karal had been left in Orathim to organize the rest of the troops who were answering the Proclamation beacons. The plan, agreed in the small council, was for the army now in Fustal, to 'contain' the Dragon until the rest of the army had been assembled and provisioned. This second force would then join the rest of the army. Then it was planned to attack the dragon with overwhelming force. With the king and his eldest son were about 400 men, mostly armed either with weapons from the kingdoms armoury, or with their own swords shields and armour. Athnic had 50 men to organise and assemble his Trebuchet and the three working Ballistae. About 100 men were mounted, all the 'standing army' and the 'Knights': lords of manors in the kingdom, and some 40 or so men of the kingdom who were wealthy enough to...
Ariol and the Dragon, On the road to AgathIra.
A stand alone version of artwork from Ariol and the Dragon Part 2. Read the story, Here.
Ariol and the Dragon Part 2 of 3.
Read Part 1 Here. Thanric started organizing the troop, Saying “private Beclan, you and Dorivic stay here, watch the dragon, you set off with news at nightfall and exchange with another rider, same in the morning always one man watching the Dragon at all times.” He paused and looked around at the body of the dead horse and the retreating back of the Dragon. “You!” He said to one poor unfortunate. “Clean up that mess.” He said. “What me sarge?” said the soldier. “It wasn’t a question, it was an order, do your job dimwit.” Thanric snapped, and the private scuttled off, without the first idea what to do about the poor animals’ corpse. Derwyn and Alwyn peered out from behind their cart of coal. "Now we’re in a pickle," said Alwyn. "No doubt about that." said Derwyn. "Why did she kill the horse?" he added. "I think that was a kin-d-ness, said Alwyn, “its leg was clearly broken, there's no way back from that for a horse." ...