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.

That chump. Nyzaid couldn't STAND that bastard! What was so good about king gold ass anyways?!

Nyzaid huffed, just thinking about the king pisses him off. He could never understand why the dragons followed him so devotedly when there were other, better leaders available to take over. Ones that weren't a million years old.

He shifts, huffing again. The pillows laid over the throne shifting and couple falling off. They were piled and smooshed in around him, with more piled in front of him to prop his feet up on. The room around him alive as noble dragon followers engaged in feasting and drinking and sparring and deciding which of the women they'd taken as prizes they would get to enjoy tonight. This was a celebration after all. Nyzaid's territory had almost doubled after the latest expansion, taking a massive amount of land from the humans and gaining lots of fertile land and slaves in the process.

But it wasn't enough for Nyzaid. It never was. So what if he had land and slaves? What made that so different from any other conquest? No....no he wanted more. He wanted the dragon nation in his hand. He wanted the royal jewels of all the nations laid at his feet as the royals beg for their nations to not be burned to the ground by the might of a full dragon army. He wanted....he wanted....

He wanted another drink.

Sitting up sharply he turned and threw his cup directly at one of the serving staff, "BRING ME ANOTHER!" he barks at them with a snarl. Not waiting for a response before he flops back against the cushions again with a sigh.