Lucerys had been charged with a particularly nasty task, but he was willing to do it, as best as he could. The whip cracks as he approaches a small keep, the best a lord of that note and wealth could afford, he guessed. He raised flight, soaring higher than before, as to strike from above. The prince wears mail, boiled leather and plate, all tinted black. As soon as he watched the castle get closer, merely a wide space along the road, just another stop, he lowered the visor and pressed heels against Arrax's hide. The dragon shrieks, beating the air with its wings as it go closer. Lucerys swallowed hard, trying to find the words. And he finally did.

"Dracarys!"

Gods forgive me. Give me strenght.

Arrax openned his mouth and released a stream of yellow flames. Lucerys was sorry for whoever resided in the castle... Lord Rosby was a man he knew from court, but war is war and he could see the golden dragon flutering over the battlements.

OOC: Lucerys unleashes his dragon over Rosby and the nearby lands.