Dragon Realm
Episode 1's

BELOW, TOWARDS the majestic Tyber Mountains, they came. Some alone, some alone. The ferocious Dragonhelms hid everything except his eyes; eyes that, in most cases, burned blood-red in the coming darkness.

Each one was coated with scaly skin, but anyone testing that protection would consider it stronger than the best of letters. The flowing robe, like a wild night ghost, made its riders seem like they were flying and, in fact, any spectator would believe that it might happen to these people.

If their men.

Eleven of them numbered, gradually gathered in one group. There were no words of acknowledgment or, for that matter, a simple nod of the head. They knew each other, and they had traveled this way many times over countless years. Sometimes their numbers are different, but the path is always the same.

Although each regarded the other as his brother, hostility was common among them. Thus they rode silently along the journey, in front of them the Tyber Mountains, stretching into the sky, beckoning.

Finally, they reached the first mountain. This seems to be the end of their journey. No road passes through the mountains; instead, the road suddenly ends at the base of one of the largest leviathans. However, the riders did not attempt to slow down. They seem intent on invading into the earth itself. The mounts did not question their master, but simply chased their direction like they always did.

As if subject to their defiance, the mountain seemed to melt and shift. The impenetrable barrier of nature disappeared, and the great road now led. The riders, ignoring this fantastic act, continued at their terrifying pace. The horses let out smoke as they passed through the barrier, but showed no signs of exhaustion. This trip was nothing for their kind.

Through the winding road they move. Ice trails and dangerous ravines did not slow down the entourage. Again, although things that were not of the human world were hidden and observed, the riders were not hindered. Some creatures would be so foolish as to confront them, especially knowing the nature of the travelers.

Buried in the mountain was a huge bronze gate that looked as ageless as the ground. It towered above the spectators, and on its face were ancient and indescribable carvings. One of the riders walked there. Under his helmet was an ice-like eye. A little of his face was also white. Gloomily, he raised his left arm, clenched his fists, and pointed it at the gate. With a groan, the huge bronze door slowly opened. The pale soldier went back to his friends. The riders led their mounts inside.

The torch became the only light in the cave. Most of the caves are natural, but the work in expanding them will overwhelm the hill dwarves. It makes little difference to the riders; they have long stopped paying attention to their surroundings. Even the guards, only shadows, but always there, were ignored.

Something dark and scaly and only a humanoid was barely crawling towards its riders, its clawed and improperly shaped hands stretched out. Each cloaked traveler handed his horse to the servant.

The riders entered the main cave.

Like a magnificent ancient temple, their host fortress gave off a feeling of overwhelming strength. Statues of human and inhuman form stood here and there. Everything was long dead, and even history had forgotten its kind. Here, at last, the riders showed respect. Each of them knelt down, one by one, in front of the huge figure sitting in front of them. When all had done so, they formed a semicircle, with their hosts in front of them.

......𝖑𝖆𝖓𝖏𝖚𝖙𝖆𝖓.... ......