In a matter of moments what was once an empty room was suddenly filled with a dozen or so people. Rather some very specific people.

In one corner stands two dragon hunters, two brothers, the enemy of the dragon master. Eyes wide, as just minutes ago they were on a ship ordering their men around. Now they had been teleported, or rather appeared somewhere they didn’t know. Ryker pulled out his sword ready to start a fight, Viggo didn’t do the same as his older brother. His eyes canning, observing, just calculating.

In another corner lay queen Mala and Throk who were as shocked as anyone else in the room, their spot in the room happened to be to the right of the black screen, closer than some, they didn’t quite know why, how, or where they were like everybody else. Yet, they still questioned silently to themselves, a whisper-ish tone.. Throk took a defensive position. He used an axe ready to battle someone.

In another part of the room were two wing maidens, which carried two blind silver razor whips on their backs. Their eyes wide, they grab at their spears ready to defend themselves. Atali, the queen chief, had just been out on a morning bonding session with her razorwhip Nitnip. Minden had been in the middle of grooming her baby razorwhip Flashstrike.

Finally in the last of the corners, two siblings who hadn’t quite gotten along, much less bonded but they’re still learning. None other than two berserkers, Heather and her older brother Dagur. Dagur green eyes seem to go wide, and crazy looking. Heather was startled by the new room, her hand going to her double sided axe.

“Hello my dear enemies and allies of the dear dragon master. You’ve come into this room to none other than watch your greatest enemy or ally. Depending on which side you fall on does not matter to me. You’ve got no say, just watch, and do as you want, just follow my rules.

First of all. You’re going to watch the black screen, and you can talk. Now for the rules.

Rule 1. There'll be no fighting, verbal insults are allowed, just no physical altercations during the clips. Fighting shall be allowed if you wish, during breaks.

Rule 2. There will be breaks, you can request breaks, but doesn’t mean you’ll get them always. You cannot leave the reaction room under any other cases, except during breaks.

Rule 4, no attempted murder. If I feed y’all, and one of you is allergic to something or somebody else tries to use that to end a life, you’ll be punished severely.

Rule 5. Do not insult me, insult the screen, as I’m just the messenger. You do not shoot the messenger. That also includes not interrupting me when I’m talking, you know respect me I’ll respect you type thing.

Rule 6, you can request items, and if I do give them, refrain from stealing, I already have too much to work and worry about than petty stealing. I’m looking at you Dagur for starting certain problems.”

“What!” The flared up wild ginger shouted, his green eyes narrowing into the walls. The man didn’t even know what to get mad at and yell at. So those deathly harsh stares just went to a wall rather than the intended person.

“Rule number five, remember? Don’t interrupt me. I’ll let it slide for now. But in the future please refrain from interrupting me, young chief.” I corrected the young hot headed berserker which didn’t seem to calm down his short nature. Dagur was like a bad girl, always in a bad mood. He’s seen women in bad moods, Dagur wasn’t that close, but he toed the annoying line to say the least.

Once you all are seated I will gladly start away.

The silence was deafening at first. Heather adjusted slightly. Her back cracked as she twisted her back. The crack sounded just perfect, and very much alive and healthy. Instead of a pain that could follow cracks.