Fire breather
Winged leader
But two heads To a third sing
From my voice: The fires have spoken
And the price has been paid
With blood magic
With words of flame
With clear eyes
To bind the three
To you I sing As one we gather
And with three heads
We shall fly as we were destined Beautifully,
Freely
The Attack:
D100 + 200 => 295
"Dragon!" One shouted before you stabbed the Crabfeeder in the neck.
No one saw it coming. But as the Grey Ghost dived low. You jumped onto the back of your dragon, Dark Sister in hand, and held on, while letting the blue fire do the rest.
A moment later, behind you, the Blood Wrym and Daemon came behind, mopping up any that were still standing.
And soon nothing would be left.
The Army of the Triarchy, the Magistrates.
The officers, everyone… was gone, naught ash.
The Second field of Fire had occurred.
And a new age had begun in Essos.