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Nikkan – Black Old Dragon

Condrus – Black Adult dragon

Cōpa – valet of Crixus

Cōpã – valet of Bhenkumbyrznaax

Nikkan, a black dragon with scales like night and eyes like glowing embers, was a living legend in the Irmir Marshes. His story was woven into tales of terror, sung in songs of lamentation, and carved into bones, a testament to the fear he inspired.

Born in an age when dragons still fought for world domination, Nikkan was a being of brutal power and fury. His rise to infamy began with the destruction of a kingdom of the region’s giant tribes, his insatiable thirst for gold and gems driving him to burn villages and massacre entire populations. With each atrocity, his soul grew darker, his fury more relentless.

For centuries, Nikkan terrorized the Marshes. His wings, which looked like torn curtains of night, covered the sky, casting shadows of death over the lands. His roar, a thunder that broke ancient trees, echoed through the valleys, spreading panic among the inhabitants. He was a relentless predator, hunting everything and everyone, even other dragons to satisfy his insatiable hunger. Nikkan's history is marked by a cycle of destruction and revenge. Each attack was a response to a real or imagined offense, fueling a cycle of violence that perpetuated itself for generations. He was a symbol of chaos, a nightmare that haunted the dreams of the inhabitants of the Irmir Marshes. Even the bravest warriors trembled before Nikkan. His attacks were unpredictable, his strength unshakable. He mastered dark magic, casting rays of darkness that incinerated everything in their path. His natural armor, scales as black as obsidian, was impenetrable, protecting him from any attack, and his breath dissolved the best armor and weapons. But Nikkan was not just a monster. He was a complex being, driven by deep pain and an insatiable desire for revenge. His story is a cautionary tale, a reminder that fury and hatred can corrupt even the most powerful beings.

Or should it be? Tens of thousands of years later, no one remembered his stories, his deeds. Not even he remembered how he had ended up in this place. It was a place of unparalleled beauty, an oasis with exotic trees, clearly magical, the light of a single yellow sun, with no moons in the sky indicating that he was either in a very powerful illusion or on another plane. His body was covered in a fluorescent blue slime that smelled of cinnamon. In the center of paradise, a lake of crystal clear waters and in front of him a creature that in all his centuries of life he had never seen. But even so, he knew that the being in front of him was what made him fight, take and destroy everything and everyone that prevented him from reaching it. Happiness and complete fulfillment, something he had never felt before, not even when he dove into his treasure, or listened for days to the cries and screams of his victims.

“Nikkan, welcome back, my son.” A voice he had never heard entered his mind, but it was a voice he had always hoped to hear.

Nikkan felt a tremor run through his body, a tremor that did not come from his muscles, but from his soul. A feeling of familiarity, of a home he had never known, flooded him, making him move slowly. The creature in front of him smelled like home, and from it came the voice, deep and resonant, echoing inside Nikkan’s head, not through his ears, but directly in his mind. It was a voice he had never heard, but which he instantly recognized as his father’s voice.

Nikkan stood up, his legs wobbly, like a baby bird just hatched from its shell. He felt strange, different, as if he were waking up from a dream. The last thing he remembered was a battle, a desperate fight against an army of giants, his eternal enemies.

"Father?" He murmured, his voice hoarse and strange.

The black dragon inclined his head, his scales shining under the yellow light. "Yes, my son. I am your Father and I brought you back, I need you. My son."

Nikkan felt a lump in his throat. He remembered his parents, 2 of them, but this memory was vague and more and more he thought this memory was wrong, soon those beings that he mistakenly thought were his parents disappeared and his memory began to correctly remember who his Father was. His Father had created him to be feared, respected and worshipped, he could never have been raised by such inferior dragons. But now, here was his father, a perfect being, beautiful, powerful and as imposing as a legend.

"Where...where was I?" Nikkan asked, his voice still shaking.

"You were dead, my son. By those who feared our power. But I brought you back." The black dragon let out a low roar, which made the nearby trees and the surface of the lake tremble. "Now you are alive again. Alive to meet and fulfill your destiny."

Nikkan looked at his father, his eyes full of questions. He didn't know what to expect, what to do. But one thing he knew: he was no longer alone. He had a Father, a legacy, a destiny to fulfill. And he was ready to face it.

For 12 days he listened to his father speak of his family, his sacred mothers, who he and his brothers, Condrus, his younger brother and the 2 twins, Cōpa and Cōpã, would be responsible for caring for and protecting. As the oldest brother, in the family sanctuary, his Father left him responsible for teaching and passing on the sacred information that his Father had confided in him. Despite the deep desire to dismember his younger brothers, Condrus, a pathetic little Dragon that he had already chased away before, and the twins, inferior beings, unworthy of being of the same flesh as their Father, despite him being present at the birth of the 3. But his father remembered the family rule: “Family does not fight, always supports each other and is the only one you can trust, always.”

And as if by magic, everything became clear and even though he still wanted to tear his brothers apart, but knowing the deep feeling of disgust that this would cause his father, everything was thrown under his wing. And through the link that everyone shared, he knew that his brothers would do the same and thought the same. The four would bring glory, victory and great reasons for pride to their Father.

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Crixus, with the firm aura of a leader returning from an epic journey, entered the inner courtyard of the flying fortress where Xena had planted herself. His sons, Nikkan, Condrus, Cōpa and Cōpã, followed closely behind him, their faces radiant with the expectation of meeting their mothers.

Hethress, Meikosil, Xena, Bhenkumbyrznaax and Queen Calxochitli, stood in the center of the courtyard, their gazes calm and happy on their new and recently arrived children.

Crixus, with a joking and cheerful smile, introduced his new children: "My dears, these are my children, Nikkan, Condrus, Cōpa and Cōpã. I brought them to join us."

Hethress, smiled gently at them. "Welcome, my children."

Meikosil, with her penetrating gaze, analyzed each of the newly arrived children carefully. "I hope you are prepared for the responsibilities that await you, your Father has great plans."

Xena, with a mysterious smile, only shook the branches, but it could also be because of the light breeze in the courtyard, for the newly arrived children, her eyes shining with a strange energy, when she opened them, for a few seconds.

Bhenkumbyrznaax, always impulsive, exclaimed: "I hope you will be as brave as your father and not embarrass him!"

Queen Calxochitli, with her regal bearing, watched everything attentively in silence.

Crixus, with a firm voice, explained: "Nikkan will be the chief steward of Hethress, Condrus will be the chief steward of Meikosil, Cōpa will be the castellan of the flying fortress and my chief steward, and Cōpã will be the chief steward of Bhenkumbyrznaax."

They nodded with determination and bowed to their mothers.

Nikkan, the eldest, said: "We are ready to serve."

Condrus, with a twinkle in his eyes, exclaimed: "We will do our best, Father!"

Cōpa, still brimming with pride and happiness at being Father's chosen one, declared: "The flying fortress will be in good hands, just like you, my Father!"

Copã merely nodded, but his eyes showed an unshakable will to serve, and thinking that he had been given the task of being the most important servant of the strongest of his Father's wives, the trust and honor that his Father placed in him made the feathers on his head tremble vigorously with joy.

Queen Calxochitli, with a stern and sad look, said: "I understand that this is a form of punishment for Husband, but I hope that time, my love and efforts will reverse this disappointment."

Crixus replied: "Yes, my queen. I hope you learn the importance of my actions and will. I hope you build the Empire I desire, do not disappoint me."

Through the link and only for the wives. "It seems to me that I haven't seen you in days, my ladies, I want you all in my room in 2 hours."

Everyone felt the sudden change in the mood, until then sober, to something more animalistic. The wives who were happy are beaming and looking at each other conspiratorially.

I think it's a good time we didn't use "Irresistible Orgy". I don't know why this spell is in my portfolio, and how I can't change it...But I would give a kiss to whoever put it for me.

2nd Cup, if it works out, he'll be my default secretary, amazing how I just said they were twin brothers and they accepted immediately. I have to make another dragon to stay with the queen. I wonder if Akaos will know where to find the other dragons?

I want one of each color.

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Majestic and imposing. Its black and polished surface, with its magical beauty, causes fear wherever its shadow passes. Three kilometers high and two hundred meters in diameter, it hides secrets and mysteries that have attracted many.

Antinua, with his hand resting on the railing of the command bridge, observed the horizon. The Obsidium Tower, his final objective, stood imposingly in the distance, a black monolith that cut through the sky. An ironic smile formed on his lips.

On the bow of the Blue Marlin, Antinua and Charlig Abguillerm gaze at the gigantic tower that appeared as if by magic a few hundred meters from the dragonfly.

"Charlig, my friend, the Tower is in sight. Soon, we will get our hands on that which we so desire." Antinua tightens the hilt of the sword at his waist, boredom killing him inside.

Charlig Abguillerm, with his usual taciturn expression, approached, his piercing blue eyes analyzing the tower.

"It looks like a giant penis."

"What a dirty mind, Charlig." Antinua says with a laugh, at how Charlig always manages to say the most vulgar things with the most serious and clean face.

"Indeed, Antinua. The journey was long and arduous, but we finally reached the end. My hand itches for action."

"Mine too, Charlig, mine too." Antinua, with a sigh, continued: "But, my friend, tell me, have you ever seen a couple so... attached as Filiz and Macarra'ka? It's been two days since they entered the cabin, and there's no sign of them leaving."

Charlig, with a slight smile, replied: "I think their honeymoon is being a bit... intense. But who are we to judge? I would do the same with a black pearl of that carat and he paid a lot for it, that shaman was an old fox and took the archmage in the beak? Love, after all, is a powerful feeling and apparently it costs a lot" he gives a restrained laugh. "They could only be less noisy."

Antinua, with an amused look, rolled her eyes. "Yes, but I don't know if it's love that's their thing. But they didn't have to be so... loud. The walls of my cabin reverberate with every moan from Macarra'ka. Maybe I should have bought a lover for myself too, she's my style, small, delicate and fragile-looking, all she's missing are parts." Charlig, with an ironic tone, said: "Maybe Filiz is finally learning to appreciate the delights of the flesh, I thought he was a eunuch. After all, he spent his whole life immersed in books and scrolls. As for a toy for you, there's still time, we can get one on the way back, if we go back. But you know they never last long, you always do until they turn into just bones and skin, and besides, you become impossible when you're without the adrenaline of battle for too long." Antinua, with a breathy laugh, agreed: "That's true, they can't handle my vigor, my pen." She laughs, “But it’s so fun to watch them beg me to stop, to let them rest a little. But who knows, maybe he’s just trying to make up for lost time. After all, Macarra’ka is no ordinary woman, she’s an exotic piece. And maybe I’ll be as lucky as he is to find something special, it seems these elves have quite the stamina.” Charlig, with a thoughtful look, murmured: “Indeed, she is a fascinating creature. But I hope this honeymoon ends soon. I’m already starting to miss the silence.” Antinua, with a mischievous smile, said: “Liar, you wish you were in his place. Me too. But don’t worry, Charlig. Soon, we’ll be at the Obsidium Tower. And then, we’ll have plenty of time to vent our frustrations, without interruptions.” Charlig, with a slight smile, replied: “I hope you’re right, Antinua. I hope you’re right.” “Prepare drift anchors. "Let the starboard sail, tuck in the wings!" They hear the captain shouting orders to the crew.

"15 minutes after the ship stops, interrupt the lovebirds." Antinua, winks at Charlig.

"Yes, commander." He bows and leaves to begin preparations for the expedition.