Spyro's Kingdom

One last trip for the day and then he could finally rest. Maybe it didn't need to be done all at once, but once Spyro had started it had seemed like a good idea to see everything through. The tiredness he was feeling now was a sign that perhaps that hadn't been the best idea. With a tired sigh he landed near the part of the aqueduct that hid the trio's dwelling and squeezed through the hole to where the rolling door was. To his surprise, it was already open with Nefaris laying behind it. "Back so soon King Spyro?" He asked, stressing the uncomfortable title.

Spyro nodded, "I don't think that Gale is going to be a good match for Zephyr." He stated to the shadow dragon as he entered the tunnel. "She's a good flier, but she hasn't put enough work into her element."

Nefaris stretched as he rose to lead the way. "Well, that would have been the easy route. The three of us talked things over while you were gone." He added as Spyro followed him down into the cavern that the trio had gotten carved out.

Scones on the walls provided more than enough light to see Flare and Zephyr chatting. "-had me relaying messages all day, it was a little boring. Hopefully I get to do some scouting and flex my wings a little more soon." Zephyr was saying.

Flare acknowledged Spyro with a nod as he replied, "Once the city is more stable, I'm sure that will be the priority. It was just a routine guard job for me, protecting supplies from people being greedy." The fire dragon turned his gaze to Spyro and Nefaris as they walked up, drawing Zephyr's eyes as well. "I hope everything went well at the Avis estate ...King? My liege?"

Spyro chuckled at the attempted greeting. "I have no idea, nobody explained that to me before they thrust the crown onto my head. Just Spyro is fine." He replied as he took his spot on the unclaimed cushions.

"So Avis…" Zephyr began. "They seem to be putting in quite a bit of effort to get me to join them." The wind dragon's wings rustled as if itching and Spyro was left wondering just how much stamina the scion had if he spent the entire day flying.

"As far as I understand things, this is part of a last ditch effort to hold onto some semblance of prestige." Spyro clarified for the three orphans. "They're down to just three people and if I was reading the room right, other Houses are trying to take advantage of them. That's why they are willing to bend over backwards for you."

Nefaris took this opportunity to chime in, "Near complete freedom, access to all of their resources, quite a bit of influence… It's a pretty good deal Zeph."

Zephyr shrugged. "I've been getting by quite well without them and I'm not too keen on them trying to hook me up with some dragoness just to pump up kids." The wind dragon took a gulp of water from the bowl in front of him. "Besides, I'd have to listen to… what was his name? Circos?"

"Lord Circos can't be that bad Zephyr." Flare replied. "You got along well enough with the rest of Avis during the war."

Zephyr actually smiled at that. "Those days were so much more exciting. I'm not sure I really need Avis, I could always work as a freelance scout instead."

Spyro chose this moment to re-enter the conversation. "You wouldn't have the same resources and help that you would without them and I doubt that they would push a partner on you who was lacking anyways. They have an entire obstacle course enchanted to float that they were using to train Gale.

That finally got Zephyr's attention. "That could be fun." He mused. "They're not bad fliers either. Most of the ones I flew with during the war were around Nef's skill."

Nefaris laughed. "High praise being compared to me. Like Spyro said, they definitely have resources that we don't have."

"That influence could be useful too." Flare chimed in. "How often have we lamented something that we had no way of fixing?"

Zephyr had a thoughtful look on his face as he considered that. "Alright, what about you two though? I don't think they'll go for all three of us joining."

"Allies of the House." Spyro said, drawing on the lessons that Cyril had spent much of the month pounding into his skull. "You would be able to bring issues to Avis' attention and count on their counsel and representation." At least he thought that was how that whole thing worked out.

Nefaris smirked at Zephyr, "I reckon I could find a way into House Calas too. Would that make us rivals?"

The wind dragon laughed. "Weren't you under them during the war anyways?" Turning back to Spyro, Zephyr frowned. "Huh. I'm running out of reasons not to."

That was definitely a good sign, now if Spyro could just seal the deal… With a deep breath, he unrolled the scroll that he was given earlier and listed off everything that House Avis had put forward. "They've promised full, unedited maps as well as their considerable library of wind techniques. Full access to all of their training tools, a secure spot to rest your wings, and only as much responsibility as you want. Freedom to do what you want as long as it doesn't affect Avis in a negative manner and ability to wield their considerable influence toward matters you consider important." Spyro read out.

Roll: 11 + 60(omakes) + 13(diplomacy) + 15(Flare and Nefaris) =99

Zephyr stared off into the distance as he considered it. Finally, after a long silence he spoke. "...I hope I don't regret this, but fine. After all the effort they've gone through and in memory of everyone I served with during the war, I'll take the deal."

Flare draped a wing over his brother and pulled him close. "Relax, this isn't going to be changing anything besides where you sleep at night. It'll definitely beat this cold stone floor. We were probably going to find somewhere new soon anyways unless the king was willing to ignore our cavern right underneath the ruined aqueducts?" Flare stated, directing the last part at Spyro as a question.

All Spyro could do was shrug. "I have no idea, I'll be deferring to whatever engineers and masons we hire to do the job.

"I don't imagine the cavern itself will be a problem if we get it reinforced, but that entrance may have to be changed." Nefaris mused. "I might as well chase down my contacts in House Calas, I bet I could talk them into adopting me or at the very least hooking me up with a hot 'ness and marrying me in."

"What about you Flare?" Spyro asked out of curiosity.

The fire dragon looked over at the plates of enchanted steel that he had stacked to the side. "I'll end up joining whatever army you put together for Warfang." He answered. After a moment he shot a considering look toward Spyro. "Think House Novis will take me?"

Spyro groaned as he stood up. "...I have a meeting with them tomorrow about the advisor they're appointing to my council. Do you want me to ask?"

Flare considered that for a moment. "It's probably best to wait until I've made more of a name for myself. Do you have a name for this advisor?"

"...Fervis Novis." Spyro said after a moment of thought. "He's supposed to be one of the best commanders they have."

Flare's eyes widened. "The Inferno's Fury… That's a big name, Spyro."

That was definitely good news to hear. "I was a little worried that Novis was going to saddle me with someone less skilled." The king stated as he stretched and got ready to leave.

Flare shook his head. "No, Novis takes their reputation very seriously. They might be arrogant, but many of the best officers in the war were from their House."

"Good to hear. I'll see you all later. Zephyr, I hope everything goes well tomorrow." Spyro bid farewell as he turned towards the tunnel. The day had gone on for far too long and he was looking forward to being able to sleep.

Reward: +2 reputation with House Avis. New reputation with Avis is at 7/10

Turn 2 - Year 1, Month 2​

"This is our headquarters for the time being?" Fervis said as he looked at the seemingly ramshackle building that had been commandeered. The building was actually quite more solid than it looked, thanks to Terrador, but it did not exactly scream wealth or power.

Spyro was not exactly happy with Fervis' attitude, but the fire dragon brought a level of knowledge of military matters on par with Terrador's. "At the moment the priorities are keeping everyone fed, riots from breaking out and dealing with the aqueducts and housing."

Fervis grimaced at the king's response. "We will need to deal with it soon, but I suppose you are right." The older dragon glanced down at the scroll in his claws. "Guardian Terrador's plans are in line with what I was going to suggest. The roster in particular is going to be crucial before I can make any further plans in that regard."

At that moment Cynder chose the moment to walk in. "The Guardians were delayed. Another crowd causing trouble over the rationing. I notice that none of their faces volunteered for hunting duty either."

Sparx laughed from where he was next to Spyro. "Of course not, they want to go back to their cushy lives before the war. In fact I wonder if any of them were paid by one of those nobles who don't like you, Spyro."

Fervis glanced at the dragonfly that he had been warned about; the king's brother was considered mostly untouchable, no matter how annoying he could get. "I would not be surprised if Avala or Bayle did so. They have the most resources to be causing trouble at the moment."

Spyro nodded at Fervis' words. "I'll keep that in mind. With Avis, Novis, Hayle, and Farad on our side along with many of the Lesser Houses, I'm hoping they won't try and start something." The purple dragon looked down at one of the scrolls laid out in front of him. "Lord Hayle approached me a few days ago with a plan to host a ceremony to mark the end of the war and to remember the dead and the many heroes. He said several of the other Houses were going to help out with it, all they need from us is someone to coordinate with them."

"A fine plan." Fervis announced. "I suspect though that they are hoping to curry favor with you, it is not typical for the nobility to do something and expect nothing back from it."

Sparx crossed his arms as he glared at Fervis. "Yeah, well that still makes it the right thing to do. Everyone lost someone."

Spyro felt his eyes grow misty as he remembered Ignitus. "We did…" He muttered as he felt Cynder's tail wrap around his own as she leaned against him.

"He's with the ancestors now, Spyro." She whispered softly. Neith Sparx nor Fervis made any movements to disrupt them. The late Fire Guardian was someone to be respected who had touched many hearts for the better.

After a long moment of silence, the doors to the chamber opened once more as Cyril, Terrador, and Volteer made their way inside. With a deep breath, Spyro stood up straight and announced the beginning of the council meeting.


Treasury: 7,350 Gold
Income: 0 Gold per turn
Food: Deficit
Morale: 2/10

Turns start at one month long.
Each action must be assigned to a character.
Available Characters (6): Spyro, Cynder, Fervis, Cyril, Terrador, Volteer

Fervis of House Novis is your new martial advisor. You are pleasantly surprised at how competent he actually is, though he is quite arrogant like many members of his family. So far he is just getting settled in, but he agrees quite heavily with what Terrador has already said. Figure out who can be counted on for conflicts, fix the wall, and start up patrols in and around Warfang to find problems before they become a problem.


Cyril congratulates Spyro on a job well done for his first negotiations. There were a few areas for improvement, but as a first showing that was very well done. Thanks to his family, Cyril is aware that several Houses are now on Spyro's side and several have solidified their dislike for him. A true advisor is still very much something that Spyro needs to get on top of however once things settle down.


Cynder and Cyril have the most expertise in the realm of Intrigue, though both admit that a more specialized advisor would be of great help. In the meantime, the Guardians have made it clear that sending out scouts needs to be done in order to see what changed when the world was remade. Given that any other factions are likely in the same shape of Warfang, you have some time.


Cyril has volunteered to coordinate with the moles where it concerns rebuilding the city. He has stated that the priority needs to be on taking a census keeping the city fed and watered. Working with House Aquaras to rebuild their fish farms is one such avenue, but until the nearby area has been scouted, nobody knows where such fish farms would go.


Volteer is the Guardian of Electricity and is a brilliant scholar who loves learning, but has a tendency to be extremely verbose. He has offered to take over the more scholarly related aspects for the moment. Far fewer books were recovered than what Volteer would have liked. At the moment he is advising for the library to be rebuilt so that a proper count of the books can be done, though the education problem needs to be taken care of when at all possible.


The elements are the foundation of the world. Though Fire, Ice, Electricity, and Earth are acknowledged as the pillars of the world, there also exist Water, Wind, Shadow, Poison, and Fear. All three Guardians are sharing the responsibility of being the Piety adviser and each has different ideas of priorities. With their current additional duties, they do not have as much time to focus on the spiritual as they would like.


Spyro has found that he has less freedom than ever before with people constantly bothering him about new issues both urgent and trivial. Thankfully for his sanity, Sparx and Cynder have been very helpful in pulling him away from his new duties and keeping him together. Must be taken by Spyro.

{Omake: Firey Thoughts}

Fevris glanced at the Young King one last time as different pieces of information that he had both been given and what he'd seen of him both before and during the meeting. Specifically, the moments where the Young King's guard dropped and he seemed to curl within himself once more. The body language was perhaps the most befuddling thing he'd ever seen. And he watched the Dragonfly brazenly talk back to the Terror of the Skies.

To turn in on himself like that... Ah, but then again...

He was not surprised that others had noticed his musings. He wasn't particularly subtle at the best of times. He also wasn't completely surprised that when he was confronted. Repairations had not yet been paid and trust was easily damaged, and nearly impossible to repair. Even a Fire Dragon like him could feel the Earth rumble as Terrador's footfalls pulsed as he approached. "Earthen Pillar," Fevris greeted the elder and more accomplished dragon.

"Commander," Terrador returned the greeting. "Will you deign tell me what seems to hold your attention? Perhaps some matter that you would like to discuss privately?"

Fevris wanted to snort. Both of them knew that matters of the military were being put off to ensure that there was food and shelter and water. An Army needed a food supply and barracks. They both knew it well.

"A thought merely coalescing into clarity, nothing more," Fevris demurred. "It took me some time to place it, but... The only time I've seen that behavior is from Scions of Valance, and even they do it not to such an extent."

"I see," the Earth Guardian rumbled. An unsubtle reminder of just how far the Houses had erred, and that he was in the presence of a Dragon who was meant to guide and teach the Purple Dragon of their era who was now Warfang's King.

"A rare lesson, his parents taught him," Fevris continued. "Gentleness, it is not something often taught when we are young and it is something I struggle with even as I pass my second century. But a good one to learn, I think." Fevris supposed that it was somewhat more a priority when a child was a giant in both size and weight even as a newborn and only continued to grow. The thought of trying to raise a being as large as one of the Golems that the Dark One had sent at their city and watch them only continue to grow flitted through his mind and made him feverently grateful that the Ancestors wouldn't see to give him such a trial. And respect to the community who had done it.

After all, the King was still in his second Decade. He would one day have power and a versatility of scope that Fevris could scarcely dream of. Those things... It was good for those things to be tempered by a gentle hand.

"A willingness and strength to protect others as well. As the place they lived was not without predators to dragonflies, and those were a challenge to a child dragon with no element or training. But one that could be overcome."

'Do not mistake his kindness for weakness,' Fevris mentally translated. 'He is still a warrior and protector.'

Fevris could understand the message well. It also meant that he was meant to advise and protect one who would be willing to take the field himself if it would spare others pain or loss. Something he also was familiar with. It seemed the Ancestors decided to give him an interesting challenge.

"I understand and will make sure it's understood." The Ice Guardian would likely have his hands full teaching the king to recognize that what he was doing was not 'looming' or 'imposing on others space.' Fevris would make sure that his House knew not to see the king seeming to shrink as backing down. He was sure that information would be... Valuable in itself. And he would have to make sure that if the hammer needed to come down, he didn't doubt the king's heart if it was truely necessary.