Disquedargent's Clan

I have decided to ignore the lore of this game entirely and to write my own instead. Maps, political systems, worship systems, cultures, sizes, gods, sentient races, almost everything canon to the the game's lore has been completely disregarded. The only things I kept are the dragon species names and the different elements for flights. Take that as you will. Here's the prologue to my lil guys' story though.


Deep in the heart of the Storm Seas, a lighting colored Guardian and her storm winged companion flee the Crackspire. They glide through the storm clouds, dodging bolts of lightning, a purple flash following close behind, the sound of thunder hides the beat of their wings as they fly. Through the hurricanes they fly for days on end until they reach an outcrop of rocks at the fraying edges of the storms. The female sneaks into a cave, her belly taunt with eggs. The uneven ground webbed with ore veins crackling with electric sparks provides perfect spots for a nest. She settles into the deepest grove as the purple lightning curls up in a corner, watching over her worriedly.
The storm winged male climbs onto the high rocks towering above the entrance and takes in the surroundings. Behind him, the electric blue barrier of Storm stretches until it joins the other borders, and beyond that the soft purple of Arcana and the blood red of Plague shine in the distance. Where all Kingdom borders meet, the white columns of the Crossing glimmer under the multicolored lights.
From the Crossing, a small, two legged figure, clad in a dark robe lined with silver and electric blue hurries over, the bloated satchels on her mount faintly glow with various colors.
A large shadow follows them from the sky, shielding them from above eyes. The deeper blue haloing the large pink imperial male clashes against the electric color of Storm's barrier before vanishing. Before long, the imperial male lands next to the guardian on the outcrop as the two legged figure hurriedly unlatches the different colored eggs from her mount to take them inside. Red, purple, green, gold, the colors of other kingdoms glow softly in the overcast shadow of Storm before dimming and vanishing. On some eggs, spider web like cracks have already formed. A small red thing flies ahead and into the cave before coming back out, chirping approvingly in that way that is so caracteristique of Faes, before they follow the two legged and the eggs into the cave.
" We cannot stay here." the imperial growls "The eggs are already tainted, so many unregistered outsiders will attract the Storm Lord's attention."
"Where are we to go?" the brown guardian retorts "There isn't a single plot of land on this continent that isn't under a kingdom's control. At least here, we're close enough to the Crossing to ask for sanctuary if needed. Besides, we cannot move the eggs anymore than we already have if we want them to survive, and hatchlings won't make the journey."
"We cannot stay in the boundaries of Storm!" The pink dragon hisses "We could at least make the trip across the barrier to Arcana. The Oneria may grant us asylum under the Starseer treaty."
"She will sell us all back to Storm and Fire to have us hanged on the Crossing under that same treaty." the guardian snarls back. "There is nowhere for us to go."
The purple flash emerges from the cave, curls lovingly around the imperial male's neck for a moment, before she turns her lavender head to the storm winged guardian.
"She has started laying." the female spiral informs him softly.
"Then it is settled." the brown male decrees, "We stay here."
Deep in the cave, the two legged figure carefully deposits the eggs into hollows in the ground, trying not to disturb the lightning colored guardian female growling in pain deeper in the cave. Some of the eggs already rock and crack by themselves. The two legged chirps and taps gently on the shells, encouraging the little ones inside to hatch. The red fae male, protectively perched atop an egg twice his size, does the same, imitating various dragon purrs to compel the eggs into hatching. Leaving the small dragon to his well known job, the two legged sighs before exiting the cave.
She joins the three dragons on the rocks and takes a deep breath. The three adult beasts are monstrously tall and even though they are her friends, she knows death is so quickly brought by those devastating maws.
"I can't return to Crackspire anymore, so I ask a favor from you in return for what I did." She eventually says. The three dragons look at each other worriedly, and as the dark guardian male is about to answer he is interrupted.
"Speak and it will be done." A new voice rumbles. The lighting colored female emerges from the cave and joins her companion on the rocks. She dwarfs her partner with her sheer size. The storm winged male presses his face to her neck to show pride and affection and she rests her head atop his for a moment.
"You have done much for us and it could have gotten you killed. We are forever indebted to you my friend. Name your favor and it will be granted." She declares to the two legged.
The human takes another deep breath.
"You are building a new Court. The first rulebreaker, the first Kingdom within a Kingdom. A new history to be written, a new legacy to be sang. You need a hand to write, a voice to sing and I can do that." She says, "I want to be your Lorekeeper."
Silence greets her words and rings out for a moment, interrupted only by distant thunder. Then the female guardian speaks.
"You are not ordained by the Storm Seas my friend." she says, as gently as she can."You are not fit to cary this task. Your body could not withstand the trials of time."
"I can go to the Nimbus Falls!" the two legged insists. The sound of thunder is closer now." I can take the boon of the Storm Caller, I can become ready for it! Just let me be part of this! If I can't be an archivist anymore then I'm nothing but dragon food. You will need someone to carry your history and I can do it!"
The quiet lingers. The thunderstorm is above them now, the clouds charged with rain and taunt with lightings that do not crack to life, like the storm is waiting. Finally, the lightning colored female concedes with a sigh
"Very well. If you can gain the blessing of the Storm Caller and withstand its duties though time, then you will become our Lorekeeper, the guardian of all our knowledge and history." The rain stars to fall, the thunder roars anew, but still no lighting. The female climbs higher onto the rocks.
"Now, we must begin before we are found."
She stretches, opens her black wings as wide as she can, casting a shadow upon all, she stands on her hind legs to reach towards the sky, electricity crackles along her body, and she roar:
"Hear me, You who Spears the Heavens, Bringer of Thunder, The One who Rends the Skies, Storm Caller! I am Lahani, born of the Storm Seas, the Gilded in Lightnings! Here, on Your sacred land and in Your hallowed name, I claim this land as my own and forge a new crown in Your heavenly fire, a new Court and a new Kingdom for myself!"
And then lightning strikes, a bright, burning bolt of holy wrath and glory descends from the heavens and onto the traitors made kings, but it does not strike Lahani. No, instead it strikes the two legged figure.
Once the light vanishes, the once human woman is solely human no longer. Silver scales underline her eyes, slit pupils split through her electric blue irises, blackened talons end her once blunt fingers, delicate storm grey horns peak through her hair, and when she opens her mouth, sparks and smoke and the smell of ozone come out.
"Vail is gone. He was taken and ascended. This is our thank from the Storm Caller for sending them a warrior, a divine blessing to announce our new Kingdom to the world. A boon to salute our sacrifice." She pauses. The newly born kingdom is quiet.
"As per divine ordainment of the Storm Caller, we are the Court of Lightning, and I am your Lorekeeper."

- Birth of the Storm Legacy, as recorded by ordained Lorekeeper of the
Storm Seas under the Cour of Lightning, E.