The sky over Wyrmhold was dark and filled with threatening clouds. A low rumble preceded a cloud burst and cold rain plumted down onto the backs of the serfs who tirelessly toiled cuting stone and diging into the earth to prepare the hold and onto the backs of the assembled citizans of the hold asked to come here by a magical sending from the King and Queen. Out of the clouds a dark shade emerged flying on a pair of giant blue leathery wings. The great dragon landed in the courtyard as the rain beat down on his deep sky blue scales. Soon after Stormwhispers landing the massive battle scared red Infernus came to land and after her the insidious green Forestgloom.

More acustomed to dragons then most the Emberblaze Serfs continued thier mindless toil for if they stoped working they were as a good as dead or knowing thier king and queen far worse a fate awaited. Of course both king and queen hadnt been seen in sometime, both were busy prepareing for the new hold turning the castle once called Stonehold from a motley colection of social misfits, mad men and lunatics into a true empire.

Infernus snorted and glanced to Stormwhisper as if waiting for the blue to do something. Stormwhisper as if on cue or prompted by her gaze steped forward and gazed down at the serfs and people who called the hold home and spoke in his deep authorative voice. "The time draws close, soon our home shall be complete, soon this great empire devouted to the dark ways of Tiamats brood shall stand tall and proud!. The dark spires shall rise upward to claw at the heavens and the shadows of this keep shall spread far and wide!" Stormwhisper paused and gazed skyward dramaticly before lowering his gaze once more to the crowd. "We will rise above the waring city states of Amia and become a true power to be rekoned with! The pass of despair and The Crystal caves will soon be ours then the Mylock hills shall fall under our command and thier race shall be as slaves!, The time is at hand for a true empire to rise on this island and we are it!" With that the Dragons let out a chorus of proud roars inciteing the crowd cheer with them Stormwhisper raised a claw and silenced them before he spoke again "Gather your power find new allies, ready yourselves for the comeing of the Empire of Wyrmhold shall be at hand!" With that that great dragon blue dragon spread his wings to full span and roared in triumph a roar that echoed far and wide over the hills and vallys a roar that let all who heard it know that the sleeping dragon that was Wyrmhold was soon to awaken.[/b]

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-A note posted one of the pillars of the hold reading as follows-
My dear people, as you all know the world is a changeing place our hold our home is no exception. The time grows ever near when we shall rise and our shadow shall extend outward over the lands near us. With the comeing of this greatness leaders, tittles and positions must be given to the ones smart enugh and skilled enugh to aid me in running am empire. As such I list here the noble positions of Wyrmhold and the expections of such duties. Any who have skill and a desire to fill any role not yet claimed may write his or her name next to any role or tittle you feel suits your talents and mindset. You will along with others be considered for apointment to such a role.

The chain of command and tittles of kingdom:

King and Queen-Sorry both jobs are taken and if you write your name here its high treason.

High Chamberlin- Febrien Emberblaze, Second only to king and queen the high chamberlin speaks for me or Layla and takes on the duty of aiding us is rule only our word is above the high Chamberlin's.

High Chancellor- (Unfilled tittle), Works directly under the high Chamberlin
takeing care of cival matters, day to day operations of the castle and its peoples and civals services and the like. The high Chancellor needs only answer to the Chamberlin and Lord and lady.

High Justice- Karissa Amberclasp (Aka Scarlet), The high justice who works under the High Chancellor and Chamberlin is in charge of all aspects of the legal system. Hunting down criminals, enforceing the law and judges, law enforcement officers and exicutioners fall under the high justice and his or her command.

High Marshal- (Unfilled) this person heads the castles military forces. He or she is in charge of all troops and knights in service to the hold. In addition the High Marshal is in charge of the armories and the hireing of all mercenaries and adventuerers to serve the hold.

High Inquisitor- (Unfilled)- This sinister sounding tittle is the being who is in charge of intellegence gathering, spy networks, and the comodity that is information. Also this person maybe expected to deal with internal afairs that must be kept quiet or underwraps.

Other tittles and jobs of importance (I give no listing though if anyone desires to fill a certain job they are free to state as much)
Squires, knights and men at arms.
Chief Porter (Fancy name for captain of the guard or night watch)
Sworn Executioner- (Name pretty well says it all, though skill in torture is also welcome in anyone who wants this job)
All other law enforcement officers and Executioners
Craftsmen
There also a number of domestic tittles of people who serve in the castle from gardeners to cooks but they are unimportant.
And at the very bottem of this chain of command are the Serfs. Lowly dirty backbone who keeps the nobles fed and do the labor we are above.

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The air around Wyrmhold was dark and heavy with the grim whims the dark prince Drak and his bride Layla. Storm clouds rested overhead, dark forebodeing and awaiting to burst into rain and thunder and let loose thier fury. Few animals dares come close to the hold, few normal animals and the howls of things best left unspoken, things twisted by the evil that radiated from the halls echoed in the distance as if beging for the storm to let its fury free on the land.

With in the dark halls amidst the groaning and shifting of Stones caused by earth elementals, work golems and humanoid slaves that toiled to complete the hold to remake it so it was truely Wyrmhold and not Stonehold one could find the king siting on his throne. Drak'law the self proclaimed dark prince of dragons, one of the few dragon blooded who was true to his heritage and the dragon gods. A man who by his nature longed for conflict, challange and conquest. A man who thrived on the challanges of rulership as most men thrive on air. A man who few truely understood. Hailing from Chessenta a country in the old empires torn between waring city states a land where battle prowess and artistic skill are held in highst regard in a strange balance of brutalty and beauty. Born to a line of warlords decended from a female half-dragon slave who calimed to be the iligetimate daughter of Tchazar the dragon king and later god of Chessenta. A servant of Tiamat the goddess of evil dragon kind and a man who admitedly payed respects and a few prayers to all the dark gods of the Dragon Pantheon. A human of draconic blood the go between for dragon and man. The perfect tool for the goddess Tiamat a being to rule the race of man for the dragons a being to handle the work thier kind so often wanted nothing to do with. Dragons rightfuly should rule all but dragons needed beings like Drak as the go-betweens, to handle the politics and such. Drak was all to happy to fill that role Emberblazes were after all born and breed for that purpose. To serve the Dragon masters to rule second to them and above all races in the great scheme of fate. This place this hold was a step, a great step forward it and its expanded teritory would stand tall and proud as a monument to evil dragon kind and the true gods of the dragon race. From here Drak could do great and vile things, he could cull the numbers of the impure dragon blooded who spat on the ways of dragon kind and worst of all prayed to non-draconic gods. When it was done this place would stand tall and proud here Tiamat, Falazure and Garyx the dragon gods of darkness would find a Home in Amia a home where unwitingly every being who passed into its halls would be paying them respect perhaps even praying to them at the temple. Drak smiled a dark sadistic grin for he knew of the dark days that loomed ahead and that with them would come great conflict, conquest and challanges and to a man like Drak that was something to smile about.

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The gloom and darkness of Wyrmhold hung heavy over the king as he sat upon the iron throne that so many had before him. So many who had ultamtely been failures. In the past Drak had been said to be infferior that to share his power with his queen was weakness. That his forked tongue and at times all to charming manner were all signs he wasnt as good as the beings who had ruled Wyrmhold in the past. Yet he had done what they couldnt. He had destroyed Benwick, he had stayed on the throne, he had gathered an army that was truely powerful and would inspire awe and respect even from the powerul fearless and ignorant fools his despised more then anything. They had looked and reacted to he and his wife like they were a joke, they had thought them incapable of any real power. Now, now they werent laughing now they knew that all draks claims to power and nobleity had been true. Draks liped parted in a dark smile as he wondered if the many who had underestamated him, ridiculed him and mocked him in the past were now swallowing thier false asumpetions and gazeing skyward in fearful paranoia of the armies of the dark prince of dragons.

Drak taped his fingers on the arm of his throne his smile turning into a frown as his thoughts turned to other matters. Many wanted him and his empire his life dream crushed many were self-rightous fools who refused to see the big picture. They didnt understand how he thought of course no one realy did. Feonir and Flori came close and Drak liked and respected both hence his word never to harm the grove or Amia forest a word Drak intended to keep. Drak mused for a moment that his often contradictory showing of kindness friendship and honnor threw people off. Truth be told most were done for the purpose of keeping himself and his true self unknown. Others were from the fact that Drak was not above showing someone who possed above normal intellect respect and he actualy did adore children and the few beings he called friends and family were important to him. Many of course would call such traits weak, of course that same many who said his "weakness" would doom him to failure were either in the grave or had long ago drifted into the past to be forgoten.

No Drak wasnt weak, or stupid and his inflated ego was a show of a flaw he didnt truely posses that fools ate by the spoonfull. With his gaining control of his boundless rage and the comeing of a newer better hold he and Layla's empire and thier place ruleing it would be well secured. Drak smiled a dark grim smile that would make all but the most fiendish of beings uncomfortable. In draks mind He was the greatest leader sto.. no he wasnt the greatest leader Stonehold ever had, Stonehold was after all dead. He was the greatest leader Wyrmhold would ever know.

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Darkness and flames as always hung over Wyrmhold and Drak as was often the case sat upon its throne in thought. There was trouble brewing and his and Laylas dream was growing closer to its perfection. He couldnt aford trouble or stupidity from anyone in his ranks. Something had to be done. He growls and taped his fingers on the arm rest of his throne. First he needed to write down a draft for the holds laws. To much trouble came from the fact he had no made an offical codex of sorts. He also needed to make sure that his people put he needs of the hold above thier own and if they did not then he woule expell them himself. Drak growled under his breath and said a few words of magic leaveing an illusion programed to apear and speak to the members of the Hold who came.

The Illusion spoke as follows. "All who serve this hold, its goals and its aims are here by to be fully aware that we are now allied with Vandree. I expect all hostilites to be ceased! If you can not put the needs of this empire ahead of your pety vengence and selfishness then leave here now and do not return. This is a kingdom and I and Layla are its rulers. If you can not abide by our choices or the needs of this kingdom then leave and do not return for we have no need for pety selfish children"

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It takes a while to sink in, but the words of Emblaze soon hit home. He has been removed as Captain of the Guard of the Hold. Quietly, he stands, bowing his head to the decision to ally with House Vandree. Memories of the drow slave pits, of his wings being cut off by dark hands wielding blades come to him, but he stands as seeming stone, not letting those around him know the emotional battle within that he has over this decision.
Korga rests the end of the scythe's shaft on the floor, waiting for Emblaze to declare what he would have of him.

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