She had been waiting since she first started her base to have access to the vast new playing field that the PG had opened up. Rumor had it that what was left of the Blackblood leadership had escaped into Atlas, but no one had actually reported encountering any of them. But they were the least of Obsi’s worries as she stared at her screen.
She was overwhelmed.
She’d done most of what those who had gotten there before her had advised; she’d gotten her first Primarch, started hiring troops, and acquired gold by attacking mines and poachers. She started crafting gear for her base rider, and planned to re-craft anything that did not come out as Legendary. She didn’t get much more gold than she could use at one time. She had a plan, and was sticking to it.
Obsi knew, however, that would change in a few short weeks.
Once the PG opened up the new lands they’d discovered and cleared for occupation, it would be a mass of competing teams vying for castles in the most desirable lands. She anticipated an unintelligible mix of diplomacy and conflict, negotiations and hostilities, treaties made and broken. Not to mention the normal, day-to-day upkeep of her dragons and home base. That plus regular events, egg missions, wars, and the plethora of problems that could arise may make life rather daunting. And sleep may be next to impossible…
Obsi shook her head and steadied her nerve. There was no room for such thoughts in her mind just yet. She put in a new order for troops, an order to craft another piece of defensive gear for her base rider, then turned off her screen and went to sit on the large window sill. She stared through the steady rain at the glowing portal entrance off in the distance.
Being a Dragon Lord was about to get very interesting.