Kor

Kor was not born into riches or splendor. He grew up on the streets of Lusum and witnessed how those in power held their birthright over the heads of the citizens that they were meant to care for. With time he became enraged with the treatment of his brothers and sisters under the state. He roused in them a passion for justice that had long since been dormant within them.

For so long his home had worshipped Lightweaver, she called for peace and maintaining order, this was used as an excuse to keep the roles of power against the lower classes of Lusum. But Kor told the other dragons of a different god, Flamecaller. Flamecaller would work in tandem with Lightweaver, Flamecaller called for justice, Flamecaller called for the strong to rise, Flamecaller called for Kor. So Kor sang her song.

The dragons of the revolution trained quietly under the concealing blanket of the night, making sure to not alert any authorities of their activities. During the days they would hum melodies of Flamecaller and Lightweaver to keep their spirits high, and when the time came they stormed the castle at the center of the city.

The revolution bringers were hardy from the struggles they had gone through along with the extensive training they'd received under Kor's watchful eye. The royals, not so much. After living luxurious and decadent lifestyles, even some of the guards had forgotten how to endure pain and fight through a battle. Even though the rebels might have been less technically skilled than the royal guard, they had their endurance tenfold. After a night of brutal struggles, those royals left alive surrendered and were exiled from Lusum, leaving Kor to take up the helm of leader.

Once the rest of the city had learned of his victory, all those that had lived their entire lives with sorrowful eyes rejoiced, feeling the power of change surging within each of them. Those that had previously abused their power shuddered in fear, quick to submit to him and not to abuse those below them for fear of Kor's brutal punishments.

For the first time in centuries, hope had sprouted in Lusum.