"What are you- Hey! You can't do- Your under arrest- Rrrgh," said the scout, as the dracon ran past him and began charging towards the city. His Might will have the heads of the entire platoon if nobody stops him. In desperation, the scout grabbed an arrow and loosed it at the retreating figure. It fell short.
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Krakas clutched her head, feeling another wave of nausea sweep over her. Ever since she had a child born of magic, the art made her feel sick. Teleporting was no exception. She curled up on the ground, not caring if anyone thought less of her for it, feeling as if she were experiencing all the pains of her whole pregnancy squeezed into that one minute.
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"Hold. I can't just let anyone enter the palace," said the guard at the door. Ardasa sighed.

"I'll tell you again what I said before. I am Ardasa, daughter of Qorod, of the Earthen Bears. Please, you must remember that name, right?" she pleaded. Unfortunately, the guard must have changed shift while she was away and he didn't appear to recognize her. So she resigned herself to the desperate last option she hoped she would never have to rely on. "Also, betrothed to the emperor." This sparked a reaction from the guard. He fell to his knees, and opened the door in haste, muttering apologies as he did so. Ardasa allowed herself a smile at that. She must remember to abuse this power.
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Rughoi jumped up from his chair. Quickly, he grabbed a knife from off the table and threw it at his foe, and ran over to his bed, where he kept a sword. It was large enough to be wielded in two hands for most kobolds, but it fit him just fine with one. He drew it with a hiss, and tore a shield from the wall nearest to him. It was an old ceremonial shield, a medium shield fit for a dracon, but for Rughoi it would work well enough as a tower shield, which most kobolds fought with. "Well?" he said to his guards. "Accost this intruder."