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He grinded his claws into a fist, his knuckles crunching at the thought of the one who would fight the hardest. "My brother won't, Veskat will not surrender his title easily. I will have to kill him." It wasn't a statement it was a fact. Veskat would fight to the death rather then surrender. He had sold out many of their kind for gold and got away with it until now, the gutless coward would regret the day he betrayed his kind for spoils.

"The Scale-less bandits too will fight us. Their want for plunder will blindly lead them to their demise."

His response was cold, heavy with experience. "No. For mud huts, starvation and dying eggs is not culture." He sighs. "Ignorance also, these are things I would destroy. Willingly. It is an existence of suffering needlessly when all around their are idea's that would better us. But yet we are too stubborn to admit that we are flawed, wrong and stupid."

He pulls himself from the warm waters as he says. "I will not cling to hides and spears, when there is more we can aspire to. To create, to build and to grow. From there we can refine our culture and make something truly worthy of our kind. Something to rival those that have forced us to hide in unwanted swamps and tainted waters." His old life seemed distant and mocking to what he was now, his suffering to this point hardening him for the task at hand.

Their would be resistance, the current state of his people would be unwilling to yield possibly. But the next generation and the one after would be more accepting, born into a birthright they could inherit and was tangible from the moment they opened their eyes. "We will build a place where no more eggs die of the cold. Where none of the young starve or kill one another to survive. We will leave that barbarity behind us in the swamps that were our prison." He looked to them then. "There will be resistance, but together I know we can accomplish this. Though, nothing holds you here. If you wish it, you can leave at any time."

"Through the ideas of the scale-less, their great walls, protected cities and society. All of their ideas must be captured here and turned into making a greater tribe. One that can tame the land, one that can survive." He moves towards her then, running both of his scaled hands under her chin. "We surround this island in great stone walls, build large places for refuge and use our magic to make it untouched by the seasons. A place where our kind, our companions can survive. We leave what land there is to grow with open and grow crops like the scale-less."

He pulled away from her then. "We teach, we do all the things we have lacked until now. Or we will waste away until we are naught but bones." This wasn't an option for him. He wouldn't die, he couldn't die now. "We use my Wooden Warriors to protect us. Until we can stand on our own, but even then they will remain as guardian's."

Urux looked at his pair of companions, a toothy grin spreading across his muzzle as he dipped into the hot spring rapidly. Washing her off and emerging a few feet away with a powerful stroke of his limbs to propel him. When he surfaced he returned their hopefuly looks. Though Astrata's sightless face was always on his mind.

"We complete what I started here on this near bare rock. We build a home for our people, one that will stand strong and withstand the cold touch of winter. Or the pain of hunger." He runs his hands through the hot waters that surrounded them. "We need to combine our skills and complete this great place. Astrata... I never learned everything that you could do. Will you share with us?"

He nods to the Albino saying the same to her as well.

The reminder makes him smile toothily. "Yes. Those contracts..." He raises his hand, the pieces of magical parchment appearing in his claws as he clicked his tongue in distaste. "In this land. Freedom is law. No..." He summoned for a ignited the contracts in his hands, ensuring they burned brightly before the albino and that the smell reached Astrata before being pulled away by the gust of wind spell. "contracts." He paused for effect before speaking once more, though he too slipped into the hot springs waters with his wings outstretched.

"I don't need slaves. I need companions. Comrades! To fight! To win this land for our tribe! Contracts muddy the water, make things foggy. So by Hearth and Wall Freedom will be key to our success!"

This was the first time he had felt true elation in days, no weeks! He had carried on alone, carry the still forms of his comrades as he fled Numeria with all the haste he could muster. Despite his efforts the Technic League had come for him, time and time again but to no avail. For he had grown far to strong to be simply dealt with so lightly, since the League failed to unleash anything of real strength or destructive power on him then they failed to stop his escape. He knew Astrata couldn't see, but she could feel something he planned on ensuring she wouldn't lack as being part of his harem.

He showed them around the massive fortress, the same fortress he had made spring up over night. He showed them the work rooms, the sleeping chambers and the magical furnace that heated most of the structure. Chuckling if the albino lizardfolk was lost in wonder. He spoke in the dragons tongue as he explained every room and place, excited to not be alone anymore. "This place is our home now, the power of the deck has ensured we will rise above this weak land and master it from this fortress. It has given us an opportunity..." He leads them along, saving the best for last and though he didn't enjoy the hot springs as much. He knew it would be a great thing for his people.

The hot springs was a large room, over ten feet deep in some spots but the hot springs had flooded an entire above ground area near completely. A fact that Urux was quite pleased with. Since the steam rose into the open sky and left the entire area feeling warm and moist, this same moisture was often pulled into the fortress by his gust of wind spell and maintained some humidity throughout the structure. There was a drainage system that allowed the hot springs to run off back into the earth where the water would get filtered and eventually return to the spring. "Despite our circumstances I don't plan on leaving this place empty for long. I hope to attract others of our kind and more to this place and build our own tribe. They will bring their eggs here to hatch, the tribe will know warmth and safety unlike before. Though it may make us softer, it'll be a lasting peace. Even if I must destroy those that threaten it personally."

The walls around the hot springs had murals to the goddess of Hearth and Walls, the same goddess that had given him such luck this last few years. Though it had been full of hardships he was glad to finally have a place they could call home.

"What say you two? Will you stay with me?"