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Long ago there was a great city by the name of Avalar. Though the city itself was what some considered a work of art, what with it's beautiful architecture and intricate detailing; the city's real reason for popularity was because Avalar was home to dragons.
Dragons were large lizard-like creatures of myth and legend; and for the most part they were extinct throughout the rest of the world, but not Avalar. This had been their ancestral home, foraged by the magical beast's own flames and detailed with their mighty claws. It had always been the one place these amazing creatures could return home to, and roam freely without fear of persecution.
Because of their magical powers and vast size (the dozens of rows of teeth didn't help either) dragons were hunted and killed. Their magical energy could be absorbed by the murderer upon a dragon's death, and what was left could fetch high prices in the market.
Avalar finally became sanctuary to the last hundred dragons, who resided in their city amongst the company of a few other mythological species; High elves, Dwarfs, and Gryphons. Together they co-existed with one another, forming alliances and fortifying their city against those who hunted them.
They fought countless battles with the Hunters; who consisted of the Human, Goblin, Dark Elf, and Winged Sphinx species.
The city had an army of Hunters at it's grand gates; and in the final battle, nearly everyone and everything was lost. The Dragons and their alliances had won; but there were severe casualties. Only handful of the dragons remained, that goes for the other species as well.
With the threat defeated for the moment, the guardians of Avalar banded together to reconstruct their damaged city and replenish their races.
And thus, New Avalar was created.
