Penicorn sits by Lost, eyes focusing on the south, "We are attracting attention."
Lost
Stories by Author Lost
Penicorn cursed under its breath , 'blasted mages, why did I fall in with a group with so much magic' The snow had begin to fall by mid morning, the path they took, was among rocks, and trees, they would not be visible unless someone came within a few feet of them.
The snow begin to fall rapidly , as the reptilian takes its final breath , still entangled in its harness, crushed beneath the carriage. Leading away from the carnage are several droplets of blood , half frozen by the frigid air.
Dressed in black platemail , engraved into the metal is a red dragon , a large man, he also carries a round shield engraved with the same red dragon.
The planet of Cha'ki'vi-Ji, has greatly made advances in science and sociality standards, at least by their standards. The supreme council , meets to hear a case , there is but two verdicts , death or instant death, for no criminal is innocent , there are very few mistakes in solving crimes.
"Hey Pappa , I'm just calling you , to make sure you got the invite for the Christmas party,"
