Dragonlord Tales : A Tale of the Nine

by Andysaurus

A couple of years before Gendry paddled towards Kings Landing, the White Council asked the Arcane Gold Dragon, Andrew Dracos, oldest of the Western Dragon Lords, to look into reports of Shadow activity in Westeros. For more background concerning Draconian skinchangers and their technomagical origins look under Once Upon a Time.

1. Chapter 1

At last, Aidan could relax. The scroll and its bronze sheath were complete. Damn unsuitable room for enchanting, or alchemy, but it was the best that the DreadFort could offer for now, until the hired Dwarves they had portalled in could rebuild everything to the DragonLords liking. Great Maker, one couldn't even get a decent shit here, no mod cons like the three youngest clan members were used to in the Storybrooke realm. Twelve thousand years of, well history, in Westeros and they hadn't even developed a decent privy.

Too exhausted to send out a mental instruction to his son Niall, he verbally instructed Niall, who he was instructing in the finer enchanting skills, to go get that young dragonlet of a grandson, Tristan. Tristan was barely out of nappies, being a mere 40 years old, but his adolescent, mischievous, scare the human, mind set would be helpful here. Given the shortage of magic in Westeros, despite the infusion of Dragon Magic that had occurred when Danarys Targaryen's dragons had hatched, putting the fear of the demons up the prospective human messenger was better than actually having to carry out a real threat.