“Have you discovered the location of our father yet?” the silky smooth voice of lady Prestor asked the huge man beside her.
“No, where ever he is, he is beyond even my power to find little sister,” the man replied
“You still plan to continue his work then?” the noble woman inquired “To make a chromatic dragon flight.”
“Indeed, I am close too, I have used an element that even our father never thought of,” he told her proudly. “And I have that worthless fire elemental in the core of Black Rock Mountain to thank for it.”
“I am intrigued,” she replied smiling.
Just then there came the sound of loud draconic roars from just below where they stood on Nefarian’s roost. The two looked down to see three drakes biting and snapping at each other.
“I see you still keep those three around,” Lady Prestor commented with obvious scorn.
“Well they make good guard dogs,” he brother shrugged. “I would rather have then inside my fortress than out in the open where they could draw unnecessary attention to our flight.”
“You have a point,” she conceded. “I suppose that’s why our father sent them through the portal to aid the orcs in the second war as well, what with their stupidity, blind loyalty and thirst for violence.”
Victor Nefarian nodded in agreement, the three drakes were indeed a violent group, from what he had heard they could have turned the tide on the alliance and pushed them back from the orcs home world, but their father did not want this and so kept them on a tight lease.
The orcs never suspected that the aid of the black dragon flight was more to cause a distraction so that Death-wing could prepare for one of his many schemes than help them win the war. Nefarian laughed as he realized how easily the orcs had been used to benefit his fathers plans, much like eh was using that so called ‘war chief’ Rend for his own, mortals were so easy to control.
“Their fighting is beginning to bore me brother,” Lady Prestor complained.
“Firemaw, Ebonroc, Flamegor,” Nefarian called out. “Back inside,” the three drakes obeyed.
The oldest Firemaw and the youngest Ebonroc landed on the roost and headed straight inside. Flamegor did not, instead he came over to the two ‘humans’ and stood there looking at them. Suddenly he licked Lady Prestor’s whole face before happily running off after his brothers and out of reach of her wrath. Nefarian could not help but laugh as his sister spat loudly and wiped the saliva off her face. She glared at him clearly not thinking it was very funny, this only amused him more however.
“I think you have a fan little sister,” he teased. Then his smile vanished as a red dot appeared on the horizon. “Vaelastrasz,” he spat in contempt.
“Well looks like you have things to take care of brother and I have a kingdom to run, or rather ruin.”
“Ah yes you always were the master manipulator, just like father.” Nefarian complimented her, she smiled and vanished.
Just then and orc appeared and prostrated its self at his feet. Without a word it held up a scroll. Apparently the red wyrm was not alone this time a group of adventurers had penetrated the upper spire.
“Well I better go see what the ‘war chief’ is going to do about these intruders then,” he sighed with irritation and headed off into his fortress he would have to deal with the red dragon later.