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When three armies met at Westgate to do battle in the mountain pass, they did come.

When the fool King Jamess dismissed the surprise attack of the Hailen raiders, they did come.

When the armada of Emporer Gumstaf was caught at sea in the the summer storm of 1389, they did come.

And now, when Tiebae the Conqueror marched across the green fields west of the Gallvess river, they did come.

Tiebae had gathered his forces in the western plains after a week long crossing of twenty-thousand men over the river. During that time, their lights warned the local towns, the homesteads whose family heads road out day and night shouting for their neighbors to flee sent a wave of fear like the waves the river would had had it been flooding like it seasonally should. The crossing was an impossibility, ought to have been, and the Duke Fasustwhen would need weeks to assemble his army to meet the threat. For the peasants and simple craftsmen of the plains, the delay would mean slavery or worse, especially for the women who were being thrown by their fathers and husbands on any carriage they could find space on.

When the crossing was complete, the new wave from the river was a wave of blood and fear turned to terror. Each night there were new stars on the horizon as distant towns were set ablaze and crops destroyed so that even should they be repelled, the Dutchee would enter a famine before winter, and struggle to make spring. Tiebae had the food he needed, and harvesting it himself would only waste time for the slaughter, limiting the depth of his invasion before a response finally came.

“It's broken!” the shout was half sob, half scream of terror from ahead of the caravan which was nearly twenty vehicles long, vehicles ranging from proper carriages, to overburdened farm wagons, or mere sleds hauled by family bulls or horses.

“Get it off the road then, hurry!” someone demanded, an old man's voice.

“No! It's all we own, it's our lives! We can-” the woman's voice was cut off by another, older voice near as shrill.

“We won't die for you!” This raised more voices, people jumping down from their carts on the narrow mountain road where none could advance unless the lead cart started to move, or was pushed aside. To the south, there was a rumbling like distant thunder. It was the sound of the Conqueror's army, his mercenary force of convicted criminals forced to die in battle who would take whatever they could get from life before they left it. The rumble were their war drums, their raucous cheers and roars of eager blood lust. The vanguard, the lead unit would be mindless berserkers, drugged men who would die before their minds left their rage.

Not so different in their desperation, a crowd was forming at the lead cart. There weren't many men left in this caravan for women, children and the infirm were priority. Fathers and brothers would stall for time and come on later if they could, though the sounds of the army coming along sounded as if that had been a fruitless effort.

Babies screamed, tempers flashed, and some people began to simply flee on foot, shoving through the crowd to continue on foot in a mad sprint fueled by fear. Carts and carriages began to rock, to be shoved by a crowd becoming a mob, and the animals meant to guide this caravan were growing agitated and adding their whines and screams to the clamor that reached a head when there was a flash, the sky becoming emerald as true thunder loud enough to force hands to ears rocked the mountainside. A hammer of god had descended upon them, but they were not the nail.

Tiebae's army was coming to the base of a mountain after several short skirmishes with guerrilla forces and some traps in the woods. A grain silo had been packed with fine wood dust that went up explosively when light was set to it, ditches had been dug on the road to slow up their transports, and trees felled in their path. Time was being bought, but the sale was now ending and the road forward clear.

Men beats weapons on shoulders, cheered and began on ahead to the mountain road and their prizes awaiting. Any man in Tibae's army could take what he could keep from a raid, it was their motivation to keep from defecting; freedom was less valuable than free women, stolen wealth, and whatever else they could get their hands on. Further still, Tibae had them all branded, so there was nowhere for them to run to as a foreign nation would know their ilk and hate them for it, while their own would kill them for the traitor they were. Killing and dying in the army was easier, better for the pocket, and just more fun.

Then came the thunder, the true thunder which was followed by a fire in the sky barreling toward them of green flames that dispersed to reveal two great green wings of flashing scales that shaded the sun over the army like a great cloud. The thunder turned to a scream, a roar of a living embodiment of power that ended with dragon flame that flashed the sky to emerald green.

The force of the flame seemed to slow the descent of the dragon, though that was likely more the effect of its great wings, beating enough to launch men from their feet, to uproot or snap trees as the beast redirected itself. It did not stop, but turned to parallel the ground, banking in an arch through the air to reveal the tiniest of shapes at the nape of its neck, lashed on by black straps to a harness about the beasts collar. There was a pack, a clearly man made thing strapped behind the man between beasts wings and the rider dug into it before hauling himself back forward by the straps against the wind and acceleration. Something was in his hand, and he hauled at the ropes, turned the dragon upward again and flung the object away from them.

Moments later, the dragon swung, dived down and caught the object in its jaws before fresh green flames blanketed the ground once more, igniting trees, dirt, and men before the dragon again circled away.

The end! Well, of course not really. I actually have a couple of ways I've considered taking this from here and I couldn't decide which way to take it. So instead I'm going to let it end there and allow your imagination to take over. Does the dragon rider return to the caravan to help where he ends up falling for one of the women there? Does some new weapon become revealed that downs him, and one of the daring girls goes out to investigate the crash landing? Is there a scene change of the rider landing at the capital to offer his services to the Dutchess or some princess? Does he search for a new apprentice? These are some of the ideas I've had, but let me hear some of yours if you choose to respond, and I hope you will. I'm never sure if my prompts are uninteresting, or people are intimidated by the length, but if its the latter go ahead and give me a shot at the very least. Worst I can do is say sorry, I don't think we're a good fit.

So what makes us a good fit? Well I tend to GM a bit, but in a very flexible manner, so you can come ready to world build, or just enjoy the ride. I tend to writer several paragraphs in what I think some people call the novella style? Response rate I tend to do not usually much faster than once a day except for weekends or special occasions. I use discord or email. I enjoy chatting out of character at least a bit here or there, but it's no requirement. I also lean toward long term and am willing to consider another prompt if this one doesn't excite you but my style in some way does (feel free to check my post history).

So what's left? I dunno, I don't have a check list so if you're wondering something you gotta come ask me. But since I'm posting on on a dirty place here I can talk about kinks. I'm a switch leaning dom, and when I do play submissive I generally don't play like... submissive, y'know what I mean? Maybe not. But what else? I enjoy playing an age gap or close ages. For this I was considering the rider being an older man for a younger woman with a mentor/lover role of some kind. And more specifically, I love giving oral, face sitting, ass eating... everything that falls under that umbrella. I like flirting around, being playful about it, and generally realistic sex with a bit of exaggeration here or there.

I think that's it, but you'll have to tell me. I prefer messages through PM, but for initial contact I don't mind the chat feature here. I'm also willing to do purely PM's for the roleplay, but it's not the best, lemme tell ya. Anyway, I've done enough. Hopefully you feel like chatting with me now. If not, hope you at least had a fun read!