Cormyr's Dragon Crown had been lost for a very, very long time. Even the Cormyr Royal Family no longer knew exactly when it had vanished for good. According to the surviving records, explorers in Myth Drannor had once spotted the Dragon Crown amid the ruins of the elves' City of Song, but dozens of pit fiends had been guarding it.
Even Elminster had no confidence in taking on dozens of pit fiends.
That was the last recorded sighting of Cormyr's Dragon Crown.
Who would have thought Cormyr's Dragon Crown would turn up here today!
Big Dragon Aegir stood with her hands on her hips, her magnificent figure fully outlined by her black sheer bodysuit. The streak of dark red at the front of her brilliant silver hair made her breathtakingly beautiful. The crown piqued her interest. After a moment's thought, she said, "Bring Maximian and the others here!"
"Right!" Robert hurried off excitedly, leaving Aegir stroking her chin. Big Dragon began drawing on the knowledge in her bloodline, working out how to proceed.
The age of dragons is coming back!
If I put my servant on the Purple Dragon King's throne, wouldn't that make me the Purple Dragon's retired emperor?
That settles it!
Besides, now that we've invaded the Great Desert, the lands under our control are already larger than Cormyr proper. Why should we keep submitting to that Obarskyr Royal House?
Aegir soon found the answer in her bloodline.
Got it. These should be the steps.
Step one: assume command of all military affairs within and beyond the kingdom, bear the Purple Dragon Banner, wield the king's signet by proxy, oversee the prime minister's duties in the Cabinet, and establish a Shogunate with privileges equal to a prince-elector.
*Step two: enter the royal hall armed and shod, walk rather