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2,674,608	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2674607}'	Yes	2025-01-31 10:45	active	2382	Claim Rewards Now!!!	Archero sequel! Go on a new adventure!	PLAY_GAME	https://play.google.com/store/apps/details?id=com.	Archero 2	https://www.facebook.com/archero2/	3,679	1969-12-31 18:00	Play Game	https://play.google.com/store/apps/details?id=com....	DCO	Harder Than You Think	https://play.google.com/store/apps/details?id=com.xq.archeroii	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/474533619_1368563134522177_4957464151385919084_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=103&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=n0D4LRv_qL0Q7kNvgHv_Di0&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=AnrcW-NzHdcJTA9Tn99Ziyq&oh=00_AYDtUVZTw9JWB-cPK6mZSuqH6lDEDvLZ_XTKTzYl_4UY4g&oe=67A2E461	PERSON_PROFILE	0	Archero 2	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
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2,674,531	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	Yes	2025-01-31 10:45	active	2382	“My new favorite fantasy world.”	Moonlight stole in through a crater of an opening in the mountain ahead and created a pool of silver light where others had gathered. A group of armored men and women and four dragons waited silently. But another beast lay hidden in the darkness, and that beast was almost too large to fit inside the cavern. A man adorned in a silver robe hurried up to Sirra, holding out a hand for her to stop. “Dragon Queen, you must slow your—” “Vördelth mrac ell duenvíe!” Sirra roared, using the voice of the dragon. A surge of power catapulted through her and streamed past her lips. Her words blasted through the cavern and hammered against its stone walls. The man in silver fell onto his side and twitched, clutching his head and whimpering. Everyone else in the chamber clutched their ears and stumbled, wobbling about or leaning against the nearest object for support. A scaled head shifted in the shadows, and a red eye nearly the size of a man flicked open to regard Sirra.� “Take this man to his quarters and revive him.” Sirra gestured to the man in silver. “Now is not the time for discussion. Nor the time to attempt to change my mind.”� Two onyx guards tentatively approached, their steps unsteady as they scooped up the man and dragged his limp body away. Sir Vladden—his face hidden behind his black visor and only his ranking of three ice dragon scales on his left breast narrowing down the possibilities of whom he could be—nodded as he cautiously approached Sirra from the assembled dragonguard. His steps were slow, and he could only manage to shuffle along, a result of Sirra having to use the dragon voice in this chamber.� “Shadowmar is nearly ready,” Sir Vladden said. “She is quiet.” Sirra approached the shadows along the side of the cavern. The titanic dragon concealed itself there in the darkness, and Sirra ran a hand along her glistening black scales. Sirra’s palm tingled, and the feeling crept up her arm. She felt the beast’s soul nudge hers. Energy and knowledge and wisdom bloomed inside her. The dragon’s web within its nearly lost realm, the way these magnificent creatures saw the mortal world and how they interacted with it, crystalized in Sirra’s mind. All people other than the dragonmages and the dragonknights—who were only a rare few—considered such things magic. The vibrations of her speaking with the dragon voice still reverberated in the other realm. “We fly this night,” Sirra said in her mind to Shadowmar.� The dragon did not reply. Only the sensation of seething rage answered Sirra. “She is eager,” Sirra said to those around her. “Shadowmar knows what we seek.”� The colossal black dragon blew out a slow breath that rattled the air all around the chamber, and she lifted her head, one of her eyelids slipping open to reveal a blood-red eye with a slitted pupil. Shadowmar shifted her weight, and her scales rippled and rolled over muscle and around the base of ebony spikes that protruded near all the joints on her rear legs and wings as well as along the base of her head and back. “Your steeds and archers are ready?” Sirra asked Vladden. “Yes, Dragon Queen.” “Have them mount up.” Sirra tugged at the underside of Shadowmar’s harnesses, the ones that held the upper archer’s quarterdeck to her back, and she checked all its straps. Everything was bound tightly to Shadowmar’s torso. Three archers already stood behind their mounted crossbows on the dragon’s back—one crossbow on each side and one to the rear—all belted in and waiting. Yenthor, Sirra’s hulking archer, nodded to her and held a fist aloft, his black armor almost making him appear as another spine protruding from Shadowmar’s back. Sirra strode past the frames of the lower turrets, which had not yet been belted into place. Zaldica and another archer waited beside their poled turrets, both armored in black, their excitement and yearning for revenge sheeting off them and threading into the dragon realm. “We will avenge the king,” Zaldica said as Sirra passed. “And his soul will escape torment.” Sirra examined the turrets and reached up and placed a palm on Shadowmar’s underbelly. “It is time to rise, my beast,” she said only to her mount. Shadowmar shifted again, and a taloned foot snapped out from beneath her bulk and slapped onto the stone floor. The dragon groaned and heaved as her belly rose. The spines on her back jabbed into the ceiling. “That is far enough,” Sirra said to Shadowmar. Then to Zaldica, she said, “Secure the turrets.” Zaldica nodded, and she and the archer beside her quickly but smoothly passed several belts through loops in the harness for the upper quarterdeck. When they cinched everything down, the turrets were lifted off the ground and hung suspended from Shadowmar’s underbelly. The archers climbed inside the poled frames and strapped themselves in behind their mounted crossbows. Sirra approached her saddle, which was positioned and fastened behind Shadowmar’s head. Her lance of shimmering black dragonsteel waited in its mount, the steel plate at the lance’s base flaring before the handle she’d held so many times. “It has been too long,” Sirra whispered as she ran her fingers over the weapon’s shaft. “And yet not long enough.” Sir Vladden mounted his ice dragon, whose scales shone as white as fresh snow under the torchlight. A hunched woman in a cloak climbed up the ice dragon’s neck and sat in the saddle behind the dragonguard. All of the woman, including her black cloak, disappeared behind Vladden’s shield, the crest of two rampant shadow dragons emblazoned on the shield’s face. Only the dragonmage’s twisted staff remained partially visible.� “But Dragon Queen, you cannot hope to fly through the Evenmeres.” Sir Trothen finally caught up with Sirra after her use of the dragon voice, his armor rattling in his wake. “There is no safe route through the cursed woods. And no path is wide enough to allow your dragons to safely pass through.” Sirra remained silent as she considered her options. Much of the trees of the Evenmeres rose half a league into the sky, into the clouds, and their crowns neared the sky sea. Attempting to pass over them would force their dragons into too high of an altitude, where the air was too thin for most dragons. It would also be an unduly long journey. That forest was the size of an entire kingdom. There would be no safe place to rest during the crossing or before initiating their attack. This had all happened suddenly, which did not allow adequate time for planning, and Galvenstone was well fortified. Belvenguard’s capital city would be prepared by the time the Dragon Queen’s small legion arrived. Sirra dismissed her doubts. She would discover her path as she went, as always. “I will return with the queen.” Sirra climbed into her saddle and settled into her seat. The four dragonguard and their four mages waited silently for her command. “Then you must go over the lake,” Trothen said. “Once you reach our shores, if you wait and depart at nightfall and fly swiftly, you may cross much of the distance before daybreak. Then, during the light hours, you can skim low over the waters or rest upon them for as many days as you need while you time your assault.” “The watchtowers at Galvenstone will still be able to spot dragons as large as these filling the moonlit skies,” a voice said, and a man in a mauve cloak strode forward, using his staff to aid him. His face was hidden within the shadows of his draping hood. A cone of purple flame rose from his palm and lit the caverns in a deep shade hardly brighter than the darkness. Luminsteir. The conjuror and sorcerer of Northsheeren. His power was not from the dragon realm. His bone and earth magic flowed from somewhere else. Another man walked behind the conjuror, a man as tall as Restebarge, the former king. Oomaren, the king’s brother. “She means to go by way none would expect.” Oomaren folded his arms across his chest. His scarred cheek and eye formed a permanent snarl on his face. “But even flying farther out over the Eventide Sea and sweeping back inland would provide no more benefit than taking the spires,” Trothen said as he scrutinized Sirra. “I meant she will travel by way everyone assumes would be too obvious of a route to actually take,” Oomaren said. “She will have to pass many sentinels and soldiers.”� Trothen ran a hand over his gray beard, and the hairs rasped against his gauntlet. He studied Oomaren. Sirra remained silent as she glanced about. The feeling that someone who shouldn’t be listening but was rattled the bars of some cage in the back of her mind. She’d assumed it had been Astenor, the king’s orator and man in the silver robes, but now she doubted her prior suspicions. Either way, this traitor would be found, and the onyx guard would have their way with them. Her attention settled on the cavern opening. “Avenge my brother,” Oomaren said to Sirra. “I will,” Sirra replied. “For you as well as for your niece, who shall become the new Queen of Murgare if anything should befall our current queen before I am able to save her.” The unscarred half of Oomaren’s lips lifted in a grin. I have never failed Murgare or the throne, and I will not fail them now. Sirra commanded Shadowmar to stride forward, and the beast heeded her call, the dragon’s massive feet pounding and rumbling the roots of the mountain with each footfall. “But the rest of the legion must know where you mean to travel and how your assault fares.” Trothen paced beside her, his tone demanding authority and respect. “Elsewise we will gain little advantage from this… incursion.” “Then send a storm dragon.” Sirra nodded to the genturion of the dragonguard of Northsheeren and nudged Shadowmar forward to the lip of the cavern. The shadow dragon roared, belting out a deep and sonorous cry that rolled away over the surrounding cliffs and mountains. Her wings snapped out but collided with both walls before having extended even half their length.� “Travel well, Dragon Queen,” Luminsteir said before muttering an incantation behind Sirra. Purple light flared.� “Fly,” Sirra said to Shadowmar. Her dragon lunged out from the cavern, leaping into the air as her wings unfurled like all the sails upon the mainmast of a galley. The massive weight of the beast sent them plummeting downward along the cliff faces. But within a moment, Shadowmar’s leathery wings snapped and billowed with air. The shadow dragon flapped once and then twice, and they rose into the night. Four dragons swooped out of the cavern behind her. They soared out over snowcapped mountains and valleys and forests far, far below, headed south. To Belvenguard.�	LEARN_MORE	https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B0C6L1SV2D?maas=	R.M. 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2,674,533	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	Yes	2025-01-31 10:45	active	2382	⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ “My new favorite fantasy world.”	📕 Cyran cranked the windlass on the mounted crossbow atop the watchtower, bracing himself and heaving against its tension until the rope clicked into place. The intermittent whoosh of dragon wings beating the air sounded close by as he loaded a dragonbolt into the crossbow. But before he could return to the trigger, a dragon rose over the merlons, and its talons thumped on stone as it landed in front of him. Cyran lurched, and his hands shook as he lunged for the trigger handle. But this dragon’s scales were deep green. “Squire,” Sir Ilion—the guard riding the dragon—said as he studied the dead bodies of the archers. “Are you adept at the turret bow?” Cyran glanced at the turret beneath the dragon, which hung to the dragon’s knees and was not in danger of being crushed during a typical landing. A man hung limp there, held in place by the harness at his waist and straps around his boots. A dragonbolt must have torn completely through his abdomen, given the gaping hole there. “It is a terrible loss, but thank the Paladin the bolt did not hit its intended target—our dragon,” Ilion said. “We still have a chance to defend the outpost. Move quickly, squire. Nevergrace is under attack!” Cyran sprinted for the turret. “I am adept at the hand crossbow, but I have yet to fly.” Ilion groaned and glanced around while the archer on the quarterdeck shouted, “We do not have time to be choosy. And we need another archer. I cannot hope to shoot down all these dragons myself.” The mage behind Ilion whispered something as well. “Mount up, quickly,” Ilion said, and Cyran climbed into the turret. He worked at the buckles and straps binding the dead man’s boots as his hands shook. “Hurry, squire. There are five dragons attacking our outpost. We must shoot them down, or Nevergrace will fall.” Cyran jerked at a strap, and the harness around the dead archer’s waist came free. The body toppled over, striking one of the three poles making up the frame and suspended basket of the turret before bouncing off and falling toward the watchtower. Cyran caught the dead archer by his tunic and eased him over the edge, setting him gently down on the stones. Then he worked to pull the harness off the body. “At a minimum, you should also take his chainmail,” Ilion shouted from above. Cyran eyed the links of armor and the gaping hole in it. Little good it did him against a dragonbolt. He knelt and worked at the straps on the man’s back. Dragon shrieks rang in the distance. “This is taking too long,” the archer on the quarterdeck said.�“Just strap yourself in, squire,” Ilion said, and the forest dragon’s wings beat the air. Cyran snatched the harness and leapt into the turret, working his boots into the straps of the rotating platform. A dragon shrieked, and beating wings sounded. The forest dragon lifted from the watchtower and dipped its wings, swinging out to the west. Cyran stumbled but held himself in place by gripping the handle of the crossbow, only one of his feet strapped in. Once they leveled out, he worked at the straps for his other foot. But they dipped and rose on air currents, the force of the movements pulling Cyran off balance and throwing him out flat along the lip of the platform. His head and back slipped over the edge. He hung there for a moment with one leg extended and wrenched beyond its normal range of motion, only that foot bound to the turret. He stared down at the torches burning in the bailey far, far below. Time stood still. The rope and arms of the crossbow up on the quarterdeck snapped and thrummed, and a bolt screamed away. “Where’s your bolt, squire?” Ilion asked. Cyran grabbed the knee of his strapped-in leg, prayed the straps would hold for what he had to do, and jerked his torso back over the edge of the turret. He grabbed the crossbow with one hand to steady himself as everything around him wheeled and turned. “Our only hope is to shoot down all of the north’s dragons,” Ilion said loud enough so Cyran could hear over the beating of wings. “Or we will all die.” Cyran buckled a strap over the top of his loose foot and another behind his heel. “But we have to avoid a direct confrontation with that shadow dragon at all costs.” Cyran wrapped the loops of the harness around his upper thighs and waist. He cinched them down. “Even if that means we have to enter the forest. That colossal beast won’t be able to follow us into the woods.” Cyran snapped the harness to a line wrapped around the crossbow’s frame, completely anchoring himself in. He exhaled a stale breath. Dragons dropped and climbed in the fire- and moonlit skies around them. The white ice dragons stood out against the night more than any others, and they passed around the castle. “We must concentrate on shooting them down,” Ilion said. The dragonmage’s response was muffled by the shrieks and beating of wings around them. “No. We will not engage in any attempt at jousting. Not even if coming directly at the shadow dragon protects us from all her archers. We will fly after each dragon and try to take them by surprise. With our bolts.” “But you watch out for those lances coming at us,” the archer on the quarterdeck said. “If they take you out, we won’t be alive for long.” “I will do my part as best I can,” Ilion replied. “I’ll protect you and spear a dragon’s eye or heart if it comes too close. But you two need to shoot down five dragons.”� They swooped around the watchtower in a tight arc, and Cyran’s stomach slid up into his throat. Then they launched out into the night at the attacking dragons, one of which highlighted itself with firelight. Other icy and fiery breaths continued to bombard the castle. Wind battered Cyran’s cheeks and grasped at his hair with chill fingers as Nevergrace swirled and blurred beneath him. He was flying… on a dragon. His stomach settled, and his heart pounded with a renewed force. He swiveled his crossbow around and tilted it upward, but the highlighted fire dragon moved too quickly. It created beautiful soaring patterns that filled Cyran with dread, and it never repeated its pattern or made its lines of flight predictable. The ice dragons darted and weaved about, often disappearing behind the watchtowers and keep. The mist dragon appeared only as a pale body, its wings blending with the night as it spewed fog around the periphery of the outpost. A vision of what this creature would look like in the daylight and against the sky sea and clouds suddenly struck Cyran. It would appear as only two black wings descending from above. Cyran shuddered as he continued searching for a target. A massive black beast glided overhead in the distance, visible only because of its size, its silhouette blotting out the light of the moons that was splattered across the sky sea. Their forest dragon’s wings dropped and obscured Cyran’s view of everything to either side of them. He would have to be careful not to fire when the wings were descending, something he’d barely thought of before. He glanced to the dragon’s legs. Those enormous limbs were tucked close to its body and should not come into his line of fire, not unless the dragon was tearing at soldiers or knights on the ground. And their dragon would find no such adversaries in this battle. Then there was also their dragon’s tail. It moved more erratically than the wings but was comparatively small and thin. The forest dragon rolled hard to the left and grazed the top of the battlements, chasing after an ice dragon that had just made its pass and was climbing away. “Get ready to bring her down,” Sir Ilion yelled. “Roll east in ten flaps.” The forest dragon ascended, and Cyran pivoted around, trying to find a line of sight. But the ice dragon was not only out in front but also above them. Taking a shot would risk hitting his own dragon’s underbelly. The mist dragon shrieked, curtailing its fog making, and it dived into a legion of crossbow-wielding soldiers and knights, raking through their lines with its feet and talons. The beast ripped some of the men and a horse up from the earth and crushed them before flinging their bodies into others. Some in Nevergrace’s army screamed, and their ranks fell apart as many raced back toward the outer curtain. Shock and anger bit into Cyran. He dipped his crossbow as he attempted to track the mist dragon, but it rolled back and forth over the fields below. Cyran squeezed the trigger handle, and the rope shot forward, the metal arms reverberating.	LEARN_MORE	https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B0C6L1SV2D?maas=	R.M. Schultz Fantasy Author	https://www.facebook.com/rmschultz.author/	347	1969-12-31 18:00	Learn more	amazon.com	IMAGE		https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B0C6L1SV2D?maas=maas_adg_83A79DB9FD25CF727B662B773F052ABD_afap_abs&ref_=aa_maas&tag=maas&ref	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/475739372_4062746810655259_1321268217261719946_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=110&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=nen_qdqxucAQ7kNvgG8B8iW&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=AJow9ieTrd1QnU5byVInVyp&oh=00_AYCo038pOsA4FWKyjMju7L2NR2kSUe6YxEpTtEP4nb_SAQ&oe=67A2D09B	PERSON_PROFILE	0	R.M. Schultz Fantasy Author	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete

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