A father’s flight.

Kúrt, The Lord of Storms fell from the darkening sky as a thunderclap. Snout pointed down, and wings flattened against his back, and legs pulled in, his normally imposing form became aerodynamic. He increased his velocity and sped towards the figure flying below him.Bronze scales met black and both draconids hit the ground. Dirt and dust flew into the air. The struggle didn’t last long, and the Dragon pinned the Wyvern beneath him with his claw. Kúrt Growled menacingly.”Lord Kúrt. What a surprise…” Murkus wiggled beneath his master, his winged arms flapped uselessly.”Where is my Son, Murkus?” The wyvern began to protest his innocence, but Kúrt cut him off.”You abandoned your post. You allowed him to be taken.” He slammed his claw down. “Why?!””Adventurers!” Murkus squealed. “They raided the hatchery, looking for gold. I fled.” The cowardice of his servant disgusted him.“And the Kobolds?” He was referencing the small servants that worked in the hatchery,“Mostly dead, my Lord.” Unsurprising, despite being weak they were surprisingly stubborn, and fought tooth and nail against encroaching adventurers.“Where did they go?” Murkus pointed with his forked tail, south, towards Neverwinter. “If I cannot reclaim him, you will be descaled.” The wyvern gulped. He provided a description of the adventurers, and left.

Kúrt, The Dragon Lord of Storms flew south, towards the human city of Lysa, it was growing darker, but through the countryside; people were lighting bonfires, dressing up and generally celebrating the festival Heads turned upwards as he flew, his scales reflecting the light of the fires. Some people hid, others gawked. Dragons weren’t exactly common in the populated lands The Sword Coast. Well, unless they were angered. The Huge dragon brought storm and fury with him. It took him around an hour to fly from his mountain lair to the city, on foot it would take travellers around 7 walk there. They would likely need to rest. He alighted on the wall of the great city, human guards pointed their spears nervously in his direction, but did not challenge him. The Dragon had an agreement with the governor of the city, as he’d once aided Lysa in repelling a giant attack. He pointed a clawed finger at the guard with the most armour, most likely a captain of some sort.“A band of adventurers took something of mine, two humans, an elf and a dwarf. Scour your taverns. Send them to me by the large bonfire, or else.”He waited an hour by the bonfire. He was approached by the adventurers. But they didn’t have the egg with them… They were apologetic, they claimed to have chased a band of Goblins into the hatchery, who had then stolen the egg. It appeared Murkus lied about being spooked by Goblins and blamed the adventurers, no doubt expecting Kúrt’s wrath to be swift.The biggest surprise came when a small Dragon head popped out of the lead adventurers bag. While they were travelling, the egg they’d rescued from the Goblins had hatched.“We uh… named him David.”