Wyvan hadn't been here for a long time, born and raised in the City of Dour. It was a city where Dragons ruled over man, and Dragonborn were the noble ancestors of these God like Giants. But Wyvan saw the flaws in all of this, dispite his highborn status due to race he hated the way Dragons treated men... So Wyvan left, he found religion. He made friends. He was happy.
A decade past and he knew his life would be filled with guilt if he didn't try to save the City, save the Kingdom before it was consumed by fire... Setting off back across the Sea he saw from a distance what had become of Dour. A city in flames, consumed by the human's revolting and the dragons burning them. Ash Spawn, the insane form that man took in this city now. Ash Spawn kill non-Ash Spawn they saw, that included Cinderborn.
Dragonborn were not spared from the wrath of their gods, their failure to keep humans in line resulted in not only the devestating slaughter of man in Dour, but the Dragonborns burned too becoming larger, rarer brutes of blazing insane humanoid dragon beasts. So there were Ash Spawn bent on Revenge, and the Cinderborn crazy cultists who still worshiped those who burned their sanity away.
If that wasn't bad enough, five Dragons loomed over the city. Rodrin the Red, Balazar the Blue, Grenlack the Green, and Witchjaw the White... Dragons of Fire, Lightning, Poison Gas, and Ice... And they were cruel. "You don't know what lays before us," Shockjaw told his friends, his fellow believers in Pantheon. "Only with Pantheon's Guidance will we survive..."
The ship pulled up the the docks of Dour, and tears fell from Wyvan's eyes. An Ashspawn Child stood at the docks and cocked her head, her eyes glowed red and she pulled a knife from the lace bow on her dress, "Pantheon, forgive us for what we do..." Turning around he looks and his team, tears now streaming down like rivers, "if you wish to leave I blame you not..............."
A decade past and he knew his life would be filled with guilt if he didn't try to save the City, save the Kingdom before it was consumed by fire... Setting off back across the Sea he saw from a distance what had become of Dour. A city in flames, consumed by the human's revolting and the dragons burning them. Ash Spawn, the insane form that man took in this city now. Ash Spawn kill non-Ash Spawn they saw, that included Cinderborn.
Dragonborn were not spared from the wrath of their gods, their failure to keep humans in line resulted in not only the devestating slaughter of man in Dour, but the Dragonborns burned too becoming larger, rarer brutes of blazing insane humanoid dragon beasts. So there were Ash Spawn bent on Revenge, and the Cinderborn crazy cultists who still worshiped those who burned their sanity away.
If that wasn't bad enough, five Dragons loomed over the city. Rodrin the Red, Balazar the Blue, Grenlack the Green, and Witchjaw the White... Dragons of Fire, Lightning, Poison Gas, and Ice... And they were cruel. "You don't know what lays before us," Shockjaw told his friends, his fellow believers in Pantheon. "Only with Pantheon's Guidance will we survive..."
The ship pulled up the the docks of Dour, and tears fell from Wyvan's eyes. An Ashspawn Child stood at the docks and cocked her head, her eyes glowed red and she pulled a knife from the lace bow on her dress, "Pantheon, forgive us for what we do..." Turning around he looks and his team, tears now streaming down like rivers, "if you wish to leave I blame you not..............."
(Ignore this post.)
"This far we have been with ye, naught will change that now." Selekir said standing on the ship. He looked past the child and the burnt dock, onto more fire and more death. A horrendous sight, but crying and wailing would help none. The menace that plauged this city would either be destroyed this day, or destroy them this day. Selekir would stand in aifd no matter the course.
(Sorry it's short can't think of much else.)
(Sorry it's short can't think of much else.)
As the Ash Spawn girl ran at the group Wyvan pulled his Dragonbone Warhammer out and swung lightly, just enough to push her over the dock and fall into the water. "I guess water is their weakness," Shockjaw said as the girl fizzled away leaving behind darkened water and a knife that sank to the watery ocean shore bellow.
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