Lair Art by: Luminaries
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This thread will serve as a compilation of lore and stories I write about my dragons since I can't possibly put all of them in their bios...
Anyway, if you have any comment/critique/review, feel free to post in this thread, now! I think I have enough reserved posts haha. ^-^
Thank you! Have fun browsing! ^-^
Navigation:
- Opening
- Clan Directory
- Timeline Summary
- The First Age
- The Second Age
- The Third Age
- Epilogue
- From Where We Left Off
- The Stuff of Legends: Sarcasm in All Its Glory
- Wishlist/Inventory/Dream Outfits
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OPENING
Introduction:
The beings who thrived during the peak of the Pillar's existence had built many structures and had all but settled in Sornieth. They had explored many sciences and created many things, recording their knowledge diligently over the centuries.
They had explored magic and science far longer and more thoroughly than can be expected of any race of mortals. They built tributes to the eleven elements carved on the surface of the Pillar, believing them to hold immense powers from eons past.
Temples and cities and shrines were constructed to commemorate the existence of magic purer than what they had possessed.
But everything was destroyed with the second coming of the Shade.
Or so they say.
When the first dragons of Sornieth were born, the deities roamed amongst them, guiding them. Taking refuge in the settlements built by the civilization before them, they rekindled the lands and fortified their strongholds. They enriched the magic already present and flourished.
Then, the deities thought to retreat back into a dormant state and watch as the world unfurled. Because of their recession, the next generation believers grew few and the old ways were once again plunged into ancient history and while magic endured, it was not as potent as it once was.
The old teachings, both good and bad, became nothing but myths -- secrets of Sornieth that are buried deep within rubble and ruin, threatening to burst forth and be unleashed back into the present.
Setting:
Deep in the lands of the Great Furnace lies a volcano greater than most, with lava ever-flowing. And rightly so, for behind the burning falls, lies the oldest of the ancient cities dedicated to the Flamecaller, herself. A city of ash and ember surrounded by many a fire tree in bloom, the old buildings aglow with gemstones still embedded in their rock. Houses upon houses, the settlements seem to have been on top of the other, many of which have crumbled over time. Thus forcing the dragons to rebuild their own quarters on top of the rubble.
And at the edge of such a city, lies a temple with no name, but is revered all the same. Great stairs pave the way to the entrance at the top. The entryway to the Flamecaller shrine is mounted by marble pillars and decorated by many silks and incense and candles. While above the city, heated rocks illuminate the inside of the cave, assisted by torches and lanterns of magical origin.
Sizeable rivers of cool freshwater flow through the cave floor stemming from water reservoirs from deep within the ground. Select types of trees and plants form miniature forest-like groves with hot springs at their center.
Function:
Dragons of this clan have only ever occupied the surface, restoring some of the culture and reviving the magnificence of the city. No one had ever ventured past a certain point. While the outer settlements have been more or less rebuilt, those beneath are still unmapped territory. Having existed since the Second Age, the city had survived the second coming of the Shade as well as centuries of neglect. Only recently had Lady Adara and Lord Einarrion assumed management of the city and while it has become a city brimming with life, many unknown dangers still lurk in the shadows.
Having had only one, direct message from their deity, the clan leaders knew not to tamper with whatever is beneath them. Becoming a member of this clan meant one thing -- to guard the the old and the new worlds from ever meeting.
They were the buffer. They were the wall. And they will remain so until the end of ages.