it begins
dovnahin sat on his makeshift throne made of bones and peered at his trophy. it still possesed a faint glow in its eyes. they had tracking devices in their skin as to not get lost since that was a problem and the doctor had moved a small base out to the village to study the social lives of the reptilians. which has grown considerably with the help of the dragon born. natir taught the reptilians how to read and write. yoshul organised them together and fashioned clothes out of fur. focryus did the hunting and provided food.
dov had not done much since his victory and needed something to do. even though this village was his he wanted more. he needed a challenge, an adventure. he had made himself a new set of armor from cyber's corpse. using his breath for forge it, infusing the metal into his previous armor. all he needed was something to test his mettle.