"Rouse him, and learn the principle of his activity or inactivity. Force him to reveal himself, so as to find out his vulnerable spots." -- Sun Tzu, The Art of War
I have called up a familiar in draconia form, whom I shall call Kyndreth the Gifted. It is a blazing emerald green, with hints of royal purple shimmering deep within its wide scales. Its eyes are a startling silver-blue. When I caress the glass pendant which hangs from a chain around my neck, it responds instantly to my command, its gaze intense and focused.
Four slim limbs carry its body and allow the creature to stand noble and proud. Each limb has 5 digits, each of which end in barbed talons seemingly made of marbled stone. Huge wings grow upon its back, starting from just below its shoulders and reaching the top of its shoulder blades. The wings are almost angel-like but strong rather than delicate. The inner wings seem to be made of stacked thin crystals, and small, sharp tips grow from each ending like massive spears.
We break from Ysabeau the Blessed to share philosophy from antiquity:
Today is: 24th April (GMT), in history on the 24th of April, 1311 AD the following event happened:
Gen Malik Kafur returns to Delhi after campaign in South India