Rinn hears the sounds of a thunderous battle nearby, and upon investigation, finds a trio of white Dragonborn waging an assault on a wounded silver dragon. As they secure it under a mammoth wire net, the dragon's cry can be heard to the heavens, "Traitors!"
Rinn runs over, visibly alarmed. "STOP!" they scream. They shoot out their hands in an attempt to erect a protective wall between the dragon and dragonborn, and three scorching rays of fire instead beat down upon the trio.
The Nivalis Dragonborn are easily driven off by a sorcerer of Rinn's power. The dragon eyes Rinn suspiciously, sniffing and studying them carefully. Thirty feet from tip to tail, the soft sound of their ice reactor is the only sound in the clearing.
Finally, they greet Rinn. Myrixnivalis, a white dragon's name. They blame their current imperfection, with a gesture to their shimmering silver scales, on a chance encounter with the Prophet of Keres in the north.
House Nivalis has betrayed them, leaving them caitiff, but the appearance of a Sidera is auspicious, though they cannot refrain from mentioning that two weeks previous, Rinn would be a standing icicle, cold-resistant scales or no.
They need a place to recoup their strength, and shelter from their traitorous servants. What can House Sidera offer?
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Rinn hears the sounds of a thunderous battle nearby, and upon investigation, finds a trio of white Dragonborn waging an assault on a wounded silver dragon. As they secure it under a mammoth wire net, the dragon's cry can be heard to the heavens, "Traitors!"
Rinn runs over, visibly alarmed. "STOP!" they scream. They shoot out their hands in an attempt to erect a protective wall between the dragon and dragonborn, and three scorching rays of fire instead beat down upon the trio.
The Nivalis Dragonborn are easily driven off by a sorcerer of Rinn's power. The dragon eyes Rinn suspiciously, sniffing and studying them carefully. Thirty feet from tip to tail, the soft sound of their ice reactor is the only sound in the clearing.
Finally, they greet Rinn. Myrixnivalis, a white dragon's name. They blame their current imperfection, with a gesture to their shimmering silver scales, on a chance encounter with the Prophet of Keres in the north.
House Nivalis has betrayed them, leaving them caitiff, but the appearance of a Sidera is auspicious, though they cannot refrain from mentioning that two weeks previous, Rinn would be a standing icicle, cold-resistant scales or no.
They need a place to recoup their strength, and shelter from their traitorous servants. What can House Sidera offer?