You are dragons living among mortal nobles in a fantasy court, with its incomprehensible high-society codes, its tense negotiations made with friendly smiles and its shorts moments of heartfelt romance disguised as traitorous courtly intrigue. Here, you make decisions that will spell life or death for thousands of people, and you will make some of them out of boredom, infatuation, pettiness or mischief.
For a while, maybe years, decades or centuries, the Monarch, all-powerful and untouchable, has kept things peaceful and tidy. Things are starting to change, however: some kind of Threat brews on the horizon, promising to reshape the political landscape. In its wake, it will destroy everything that you have built, shatter plans centuries in the making. And yet, in some ways you and it are more similar than what you’d like to admit.
Your true nature is that of a beast of fire and devastation, your true purpose is to leave the world some dead, desolate husk - the one you see in your dreams - or to die trying. This makes you unfit here: by standing amongst mortals and talking with them as equals, you frustrate your entire existence. Your blood calls to you, aching to face danger, burn the world, conquer everything and die. But you want to play, have fun, fall in love and live.
Where your blood demands you to destroy the World and promises you a glorious death.
Where you spin and spin, enjoy fashion and elegantly flirt.
Where you discuss the latest happenings, weave rivalries, spill secrets.
A Competition In Grand Extravagance
Where you see who is better at flaunting power and riches.
An Audience For Offerings And Mercy
Where you play at being petty little rulers and make promises you aren’t so sure you’ll keep.