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Vaeros roared as he let out a massive river of fire on a human village en route to Polis. Once he got to Polis, he'd destroy most of it, leaving only the central tower. Once he got the core city, most of the human race will fall in line with him. They are cowards, the lot of them. If he shows enough force, then they'll serve him. 

He snorted as he saw a dragons rise to meet him. Must be the protectors sent from Thelos, the dragon core. About 5 of them circled him, trying to heard him to a designated spot. He sped up and turned, forcing one of them to move out of the way. As he did so, he jabbed his leg out. The spikes on his leg sliced the dragons neck clean open, and she fell to the ground with a loud thud. Turning his head, he managed to grab another dragons wing with his massive jaws; clamping down he shook him hard, tearing a section of his wing off. As he fell, Vaeros grabbed his neck and shook as hard as he could, breaking his neck. Another of the dragons dove and attempted to grab his neck, but Vaeros rolled on his side, and swiped him with his club of a tail and impaled him on his shin spikes gain. 

The other two dragons retreated to their village to report to the core dragon city. Vaeros let them leave, they’d find out soon enough. Blood still dripping from his jaws and legs, Vaeros continued on to Polis. Once he reached a couple miles from the borders he landed and changed to his human form.
[hider] [img] https://i.pinimg.com/564x/29/5e/f6/295ef633e11554fdc13506c4e39bf930.jpg [/img][/hider] In his human form, he had a large sword hanging off his belt. He looked rather charming, and all the woman would stare at him.
 
Continuing on foot, Vaeros came across another village. As he entered the village, he had his hand on his sword, ready to draw it. As he got deeper in he let out an inhuman growl and  drew his sword. This is gonna be fun. He thought to himself as people bolted out of his way. A few of the men in the village sensed his bloodthirsty tendencies, and approached with swords drawn.[color=fff200] “You are making the women upset and scaring our children. You need to leave.”[/color] One said. Vaeros nodded, and acted as if he was headed out of town, but at the last second turned and slid his sword through the mans ribs through his heart and out his front. Pulling his sword free, he stepped back and let the now dead man fall to the ground in front of his startled comrades. His sword came up as both their swords came towards him. Dodging through their defenses he quickly disposed of their lives, and kept going through the village who kept confronting him. He didn’t even spare women or children when they got in his way. 

When he finished, the majority of the village were either dead or injured, and the survivors had begged him for mercy. He knew they would serve him now. He’d left enough of the men and women for them to rebuild, but it’d take a while. As he mounted one of their horses he wiped blood off his boots into the grass. He rode off towards Polis leaving the crying and sobbing behind him. He would’ve finished the village, but he needed some intact to verify it was him, and he needed subjects to follow him. 

About ten minutes of hard riding, Vaeros entered the gates of Polis. Still having blood on his shirt, he got weird stares. He dismounted, and led his horse into one of the stables. He made his way towards the more population dense area of Polis. He kept getting stares and eventually, was approached by guards. [color=0072bc]“Sir, we’ve had reports of a man fitting your description covered in blood intimidating others. We need you to come with us for a few questions.” [/color]Vaeros flashed those eyes and shook his head. [color=ed1c24]“I think we can settle this here, gentlemen.” [/color]Before lunging forward, his now unsheathed sword swinging towards his head. His sword hit the spearhead and now five armored guards surrounded him with their spears pointed at him. [color=00aeef]“You are outnumbered! Surrender and come with us at once! We don’t want to hurt you!”
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[color=ed1c24]“You won’t.”[/color] He growled in his dragon voice. The fighting started, and within minutes all five of them were dead, and ten more were headed his way. He smiled, and shifted into his dragon form, killing everyone who was in his way to make room for his massive body. Buildings toppled, crushing whoever was inside. He roared, and heard the satisfying sound of screaming and crying as he took off. He cut through buildings, trying to get into the air. Rivers of lava flowed from his maw engulfing all that was before him. In just an hour, Polis was in despair and on the brink of surrender. Some people got off lucky shots and managed to draw blood, but for the most part he was unharmed. He landed in a clearing, and shifted back to his human form. Drawing his sword, he entered the core building that he intentionally left intact. 

Guards were there to meet him, sworn to protect their precious leader with their life. Making his way through the mansions defenses, Vaeros strutted into the throne room where the king sit on his throne, surrounded by guards.

[color=ed1c24] “King Attinson. I suggest you surrender to me, or the rest of your people will die.”[/color] Vaeros threatened.

 [color=f26522]“Who are you? You expect me to just surrender in one day?” [/color]he replied.

[color=ed1c24]“My name is Vaeros. Look outside, your home is in ruins and on fire. Your people need to survive. I am offering you that chance. Serve me, so that your people may live. If not, I will lay utter waste to your home, and those surrounding it.”[/color]

[color=f26522]“Vaeros. You expect me to believe that folktale? That you will destroy the world? I have 10 men here, you’re outnumbered. Your people outside follow you, call them off.”[/color]

[color=ed1c24]“What people? It’s just me.”[/color]

[color=f26522]“Kill him.”[/color]

[color=ed1c24]“I didn’t want to do this.”[/color] Vaeros sighed as he drew his sword again. The ten guards charged at him. Swords clashing, Vaeros made his way through the guards until it was just him and the king left standing. [color=ed1c24]“You were saying?”[/color]

King Attinson stood from his throne, flabbergasted by the havoc and bloodshed he just saw. This so called Vaeros killed ten men in a matter of minutes, and with only one wound to show for it. He walked to the window and saw his city now up in flames, crying and screaming could be heard from where he was at. His heart was broken. He couldn’t let more death befall them when he could stop it. [color=f26522]“I surrender.”[/color]

Vaeros grinned an sheathed his sword. [color=ed1c24]“That’s the spirit, Attinson. Now, you will still be king, but you, your army, your people now all answer to me. You understand?” [/color]As Attinson nodded, Vaeros patted him on the back. [color=ed1c24]"Your men and your people died honorably, you should be proud.”[/color] He said as he walked from the room and made himself at home in the kings quarters.