[Post here first] Southern Valley Pass

When Enigma increased speed, instead of obeying orders the frigates let loose. Each Frigate had two forward mounted ballista, which where fired with veteran precision at the dragon. At almost the same time the mages unleashed twin blasts of lightning. The lead ship entered the cloud of smoke, and it begins to loose momentum.

"What happened!"

"The propulsion spell cut out!"

"Recast!"

"We can't this smoke is blocking out magic."

The second frigate manages to swerve out of the way of the smoke, but stops it's pursuit. The two crews communicate, and the frigate out of the smoke sends a message ahead of the dragon. Given the height and wind, the smoke would dissipate soon. Once the smoke is gone the frigates split up.

Ulfang has been travelling through the forests of this wilderness for days, and as such is rather tired of seeing nothing but trees. Thus, his heart soars when he sees signs of civilisaion. A guard house. An annoyance, perhaps, but certainly better than looking at an endless sea of greenery.

Ulfang approaches the gate astride his large black stallion, a mule pulling a large cart behind him filled with everything from non-perishable foodstuffs to silken clothing to metalwork products. His armour is within a saddlebag upon the mule itself, but his ancestral blade is strapped to his back. It is foolish to travel the wilderness unarmed, after all.

All in all, he looks rather unassuming as he approaches the checkpoint, wearing a fur longcoat and black linen trousers, along with a pair of heavy leather boots.
"Hail!" he calls up to the gatehouse, giving a wide smile.

As Ulfang von Haren approaches the gate he is stopped by a guard. The guard, begins taking him through standard procedure, when a mage cuts him off.

"Il est l'un des nôtres."

She says to the guard, who nods and allows her to take over. The mage takes Ulfang through the standard explanation for magical travelers. Getting his name, country of origin, and reason for visiting. Outlining the travel papers, that he shouldn't be caught without them, not to mess with the enchantment, and where he can get replacements. When finished she notes finally.

"Also it's very faint, but we can sense some magics of how you say... an unsavory nature on your person. We don't know if you simply encountered someone with such magic, or if you practice them yourself, but know certain magics are regulated in Gauldin. The punishment for casting them without a permit, within our boarders, is quite harsh. Please bear this in mind, and welcome to Gauldin."

Enigma seemed to become quite agitated when the fleet of airships appeared out of the clouds, he thought he had gotten away. Now trapped with the airships above and the ground below, the Dragon only had one option, which was to climb and attack the nearest ship. No sooner did he begin his attack then did the airships launch their own, and the sky was soon filled with ballista fire, magical and mundane. 

There were simply to many ballista bolts in the air to try and dodge, and try as he might to dodge most of them, six still managed to find their target. Two of the bolts found his wings, which were the biggest target, ripping the membranes to bloody shreds. Another three embedded themselves in his back, the thick armored scales helping mitigate some of the damage, but one was fired from the lead ship and had it's speed enhanced so it caused more damage than usual. The last ballista bolt managed to hit it's mark right on the limb that attached his wing to his body, embedding itself and breaking the bone of the wing. 

The pain from all the combined attacks, especially the one that broke his wing were simply too much, and the black dragon only seemed to be able to get out a weak roar before blacking out and plummeting to the ground below, a torn and bloody mess. Enigma was already quite low to the ground, so the damage sustained from landing was not as extensive as it could have been however. 

The broken and bloodied dragon did not move an inch as they descended. Enigma seemed to be unconscious still, and Viddick's words fell on deaf ears as he did not get a response. 

In fact, if not for the steady rise and fall of the dragon's form to indicate he was still breathing, one could mistake him for being deceased. As they towed the dragon between the two frigates into the air, his body would remain limp, giant black head lolling in the wind as they rose. From the four ballista bolts still protruding from his body, along with his torn wings, Enigma still bled, sending countless droplets into the air below.

Shortly before the young man actually approached the guard post, a woman in military mage robes came out to meet him. She gives him a firm professional smile.

"Welcome to gauldin. I am Mage Commandant Lafayétte, if you wish to pass into Gauldin you will need to fill out some paper work."

The mage indicates, that he should follow her. She leads him to a small office, and indicates he should take a seat. Once this is done, he is handed a set of documents. They are comprised of a variety of questions, the most important being: Name, country of origin, and reason for trip.

Lafaytte skims through the paperwork, muttering something in Gaulish under her breath, when she sees the name. She produces another two documents fills them out, and hands one to Nameless.

"These are your travel papers, keep them on you at all times. If you lose them report to the city guard immediately. I do not recommend being caught without them. Welcome to Gauldin, I hope you have a pleasant stay."

Lafaytte raises an eyebrow, and a finger pointing at the door they entered through. From there it is a relatively simple path back to the main gate, and into Gauldin.

A lone elvish man would approach the gates on foot, wearing a garb of white and silverish blue clothing that did not seem to be covered in dirt from the road in the slightest. Perhaps he had washed his clothes recently.

The man looked to be unarmed and non-threatening, in fact, he seemed quite the opposite. He carried himself with grace, and perhaps a sort of air of confidence. Nevertheless, he would stop before the gates, light blue eyes peering upwards towards the ramparts of the wall that stood before him in search of the people who manned this border checkpoint.

Fol-lu did not have any travel papers on him to enter the country, but he figured it would be a simple process to obtain them.