It had taken almost three weeks to get the sword from the Khemetri Archaeological Museum. Apparently, someone had stolen a broken bronze kopesh recovered from Blood Valley. Which meant he had to spend a lot of favors with the diplomatic corps to get the Khem to let him borrow the sword.
Still, it would be worth it to summon the first Dragon General.
The circle inscribed, the chant completed, the magic circuits activated… and Lord Myrn could not believe what was standing in the circle. Not a man or a monster, but a waif from the far north.
"I am Berserker." She said, "The crows call, and I answer. Have you summoned me?" She challenged.
"I am your Master, Berserker. Who are you? I was trying to summon the Dragon General."
A laugh like a crow's tore itself from her lungs. Fell armor shimmered into being. Black scales, bronze pauldrons, a helm like the skull of an Allosaurus. Exactly the armor, ceremonial and functional, of the Dragon Generals of the Old Ymaryn Empire. Only, this was not paint over steel, but case hardened iron and actual bronze. And still the laugh, that sounded like it came from a crow rather than a human, sounded from inside the helm.
Silence.
"My name is Yenyna." The helm turned, to look at some blank spot on the wall.
"Hello Yenyna, I am Lord Myrn."
[] Spend a day or two to try and get to know her.
[] There is no time to waste, leave for Nohon immediately.