Inspired by Haiz's crew-as-dragons arts (and Feartheviolas' art as well), a crossover between SSSS and How to Train Your Dragon:
The town of Dalsnes in what will one day become Norway recently (about 40 years ago) discovered the latest craze sweeping the North Sea communities – dragons! Now the inhabitants of this sleepy little community can’t get enough of the scaly fire breathers, although village elder Trond Andersen wishes he could get his people to maybe focus on some other issues now and then.
Local horse-owner Mikkel Madsen has switched his stables over to housing dragons. Every time the local kids take them out for a fly he begs them to return them in the state they found them in – no scratches, no missing scales, no snapped horns. He’s forever disappointed.
Tuuri always wanted to see the world and now she has her chance, on the back of an alarmingly overeager dragon which answers to the name of Reynir. Her adventurous spirit, combined with Reynir’s puppy-dog eagerness to please and show how good a dragon he is, often leads them to range far and wide from Dalsnes, scouting the mountains and pulling impressive slaloms down sheer ravines. Tuuri's training of Reynir proceeds well and he hardly ever crashes these days. Hardly.
Emil, nephew to a wealthy but sleazy snake-oil salesman of an alchemist called Torbjörn, arrived a bit late to the whole dragon-buying thing and was lumped with a standoffish swamp dragon called Lalli. Crushed that his new mount can’t breathe one iota of fire, he uses his alchemical knowledge to jury-rig a flamethrower to make up for that. To everyone’s surprise, this odd pair actually hit it off, and can often be seen keeping Dalsnes safe from the odd troll or even giant that gets a bit too close to the town.
Local legend speaks of a dragon-riding prodigy from Dalsnes who was one of the first wave of dragon riders. They say this woman, called Sigrun Eide, tamed a dreaded Night Fury at the age of just thirteen – but all of a sudden, not long after that, she got on her dragon and flew south, never to be seen again.
Turns out that Sigrun, glory hound that she is, always felt she was destined for greatness and never fancied confining herself to boring old Dalsnes. So when rumours of a great empire to the south and a potential life of adventure reached her young ears, she jumped at the call. Now, seventeen years later, say hello to Legatus Sigrun Eide, commanding officer of Legio X Draconis and the Roman Empire’s go-to woman when they want a problem solved. Between a crossbow-wielding Sigrun in full plate armour, her nigh-unstoppable dragon mount, and the entire legion of professional soldiers at her beck and call, you'd be wise not to get in her way - as the tribes of Germania have found to their cost. Let's hope that Rome doesn't set its sights on Scandinavia next...
And this is what I do instead of work these days...
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