Long long ago, like every good story it took place in another time, in another land that can not be found in our present place. The land we seek was said to have rose from the bottom of the ocean by the hand of the Creator, this land was barren and life less in the beginning. Dying corral was pushed off by the heavy winds, nothing could grow in these harsh conditions, so the Creator scoped out trenches and filled them with deep blue waters, moved the land to create mountains and hills. One known as the dragon perch because it is a flat top mountain that looks like the Creator pulled up with his fist, it is where dragons were first born into the world.
Where the Creator sat at night after shaping the world were untapped riches, gold, silver, ruby's, diamonds, iron and emeralds, this is also how dwarves were born into the world. Where he stepped great vast forest sprang up, which in turn created the elven raise, where he lay down were the flattest most fertile lands, bringing the men and the humble giants. When he stomped and rumbled the land rose up in long thin rock formations that touched the clouds, this created the great griffins. Then he walked out to the sea a stone walk way was created so that when he returns, he is welcomed.
In the century's after the men pushed the dragons and griffins into the misty shroud of the gagged rock Yianzi mountains in the northeast. Siring spirals that touched the clouds, mist and cloud covered the area made it almost impossible to navigate, which was why after being chased there, they flourished. The Great dragons birth stone called the dragons Perth was taken by men and Kings city was build there as a sign of good luck and victory. The Great dragons were never seen again and the land was dominated by the raise of men. Years past and the land finally shifted to the world know as Kantar, the northern Vergessen Mountains, the Drakensberg country in the northeast with the Yianzi mountains where dragons are said to lie in wait. The eastern dark Toverij forest that the elven resin in secrecy, it is said that any traveler who does not answer with a clear heart will forever be trapped in its dark depths. Then there are the rocky walk way shores of Rotsblok, where the elementals and giants roam freely with the men and wizards there. The land lived in eternal peace, for generations to come, sadly all was to end.
Prodlog
The night was cold in the frosty hills of The Vergessen Valley, the old mountain range stood tall and silent in the darkness of the unwelcoming night, no light burned through this old mountain range, not even the stars dare case the light here in fear of the darkness swallowing them. Some say that beyond the hills is the legendary city of Leola. But others say an impenetrable darkness lay beyond these mountains, waiting to take the land into its death grip, waiting to feast on the fear and despair of the mortal dwellers.
But what all mortals do not understand is the war, the greatest this land had ever seen, and the greatest that it has forgotten. The Great War, but in order to understand this tale, we mortal dwellers must learn of the city and the people who lived before. Far on the other side of the mountains, far from the light and shrouded in the dark.
Leola was a city of greatness far to the north, past the material rich Vergessen Mountains now called the Vergessen Valley by the mortal dwellers, the city was named the 'city of marble and gold'. Polished marble walls circled the city. Gardens of magnificent sizes were scoured all over the pristine white kingdom, trees with gold leaves an pink fruit, large trees with pink and purple flowers that formed to make tunnels into magnificent gardens and ponds adding to the amazing wonder of it all.
The city was devised into five parts, and built upwards like the tears on a wedding cake. The three lowest levels were built up evenly with the white walls and conjured into three large circles that the took the shape of a large flower petal, in the empty center the fourth layer rose up. Balanced on the edges of the other levels it was one large ring of beige homes with orange tile roofs. Here trees with deep green leaves swayed in the light wind, flowers of red, green, purple and yellow, brought colour and life to the white city. The last layer was towards the back of the fourth layer facing west towards the setting sun, water tumbled over the side of the last tear from a magical pool, and flowed through canals on the other layers.
Leola shore line was called The Cliffs of Moher, winding marble steps led to the water and glistening harbors of wood and steel. The long docks were filled with some of the best ships in the land, a whole small village was dug into the stone face for the ship crews, harbor master and the deck hands. Here, men and dwarfs lived in peace and prospered greatly in the shadow of the mountains. The white city deifying the darkness of the mountains terror.
The elven danced and sang songs of this city and it's welcoming Lord. Such beautiful songs. Song of the crystal waters, of the blue sky, the gold and the Dragons who had made peace with this Lord.
Lord Roy, the Dragon Rider.
It had not been an easy task to befriend the dragons of the eastern Drakensberg country, but after a long and harsh year the Queen of the dragons saw potential in siding with the mortal dwellers. This decision split the dragons into to groups. The Riders, those that would allow the mortal dwellers to climb atop their backs, and The Hunters, those that would eat any mortal dweller that dare to come crossed them. The leading dragon of The Hunters was a fire breather from the southern mountains, coal black scales and red ruby eyes. This dragons name was lost to time, but the story's of the beast still rang clear through the land.
But even so for century's, this was the way of life. The mortal dwellers, men, dwarfs, elves lived together as one with the Dragons. But this city of marble and gold was destine to fall, and the shadow of the mountain waited till the day would come when he could crush this mortal city, and then the whole kingdom.
It started when the winds turned on the Lord, his health was dying and his eldest son took his place. But his son had a dark heart, filled with greed and hate, after his fathers passing he made a deal with the dark dragon, one that would hail fire from the blue sky, and rain down ashes and leave a path of destruction in its wake.
It was a quite blue day, the son of lord Roy sat on his throne, he claimed himself King in a mater of days and let in the dark hearted dragons and wiped out the dragon riders in a mater of weeks. The black dragon, leader of The Hunters had power that rivaled his Queen, and with the death of her rider, she was weak. With most of the Dragon Riders wiped out, the black dragon poisoned the minds of the last dragons that followed their fallen Queen. With this power, and an army of dragons, orcs, trolls and shades, he waged war on the surface dwellers, the men, dwarfs and the elves themselves. With the dark heart of Lord Roy's son on his back, he was nearly unstoppable. The sky rained death, the ground was black with soot and ash, the forests burned like torches, creaking and groaning in the soft wind. And the mountains dark shadow covers the kingdom.
The wizards and element mages, elven and dwarfish, men and even the quiet and humble giants, gathered to fight the dark dragon. They were no match for his strength, not till a new Queen would be born, and unless the dragon egg could be found this dragon would continue to rain down terror.
The quest for the egg commenced, but the egg could not be found. All hope was lost. There was no light left in the world, the shadow of darkness had succeeded and mortal dwellers were thrown into turmoil and darkness set in.
Until a wizard came from a far away land, after a great battle the wizard won and imprisoned the beast in the land, to keep the seal on the dragon elemental shrines were created in the four corners of Kantar, fire, earth, water, air.
Shortly after the wizard vanished, some say he will come when he is needed and some say he will wait till we can fulfill the deed. Until then the dragon is held in eternal slumber but it is in this time, this time now that we walk in and live in that the dragon will awake. This time and this place is where our story shall commence, and let the wings of change usher us into a new and better off future.
And let the egg be found before it to late.
Begin the search.
