The kingdom of Gralrom sat high in the mountains, carved into the stone or built atop plateaus that ancestors long before any dragon that touches the sky now as even born. A proud, mighty nation where dragons could fly like the lords they were or walk the world like mortals. A nation ruled by the great and noble king, Orsorram, as he sought to maintain the delicate balance.

For now at least. If Ughiss has anything to do about it, the old man would be gone soon. Him and those two runts he calls his son. Ughiss hitched his horse to the red warlord, Nyzaid, and he would back him all the way to the capital when they finally took it as is their right!

That's the plan at least...Ughiss didn't understand why they haven't made that move yet. Ughiss felt good about his progress. Raid after raid, territory expanded. Success after success. He'd won his lord land, slaves, endless meat and gold. His blade longs to be let free on the royal bloodline but Nyzaid still refused to let him charge their forces to the heart of the dragon nation. It was driving him mad.

Ughiss needed to blow off steam and that's what lead him here. Just outside the palace walls in the forest used for hunting and training. Even he isn't sure what he's here for other than to just not be cooped up like a caged animal waiting to spring. He'd brought his sword and a sack of basic supplies for a night and just....walked. Looking for something to fight, to hunt, to...do anything with. Anything that isn't waiting!