~De Carcere ad Lucem~
Fire Stone City | Passerem Clan
Fire Stone City | Passerem Clan
"You say you have come to us with a story, yet when we ask for confirmation you are unable to provide any witnesses? You do understand that the scribes require evidence, we do not simply record the embellished histories of lairs."
"With all due respect sir, your stories are told from the mouth of heroes and victors. I'd like to offer you another perspective."
"Oh?"
"Yes, one where the nobility of action and faithfulness of heart lead to the ultimate loss. For you see, I believe stories from the grave better mark history then those from the mouth."
"With all due respect sir, your stories are told from the mouth of heroes and victors. I'd like to offer you another perspective."
"Oh?"
"Yes, one where the nobility of action and faithfulness of heart lead to the ultimate loss. For you see, I believe stories from the grave better mark history then those from the mouth."
History
The Awakening
Before the tick of a clock’s hand had passed, on the dawn of the very first day, Aviur rose.
Forged from the flames themselves, a demigod among deities. Aviur, the brilliant being of flame and smoke lifted his muzzle high into the air taking in the enticing scents of rivals. All across the globe the elemental deities were creating drakes in their likeness.
The flames from which he was born granted him brothers and sisters, each uniquely designed to aid in the reign over their kingdom. Together they formed the Ashen Council.
Elemental likenesses grew in number, forming loss groups that grew into strong nations. Natural rivals began to war, for which more beings were created. Dragons, creatures whom could wield some of the magic of drakes began to scatter the land in servitude.
Aviur lead the Ashen Council in their reigned over the land, each brother and sister an essential unbreakable link.
It began as a weakening in himself. The flame he and his drake kin feed off was being drained by the ever growing fire allied dragon populations.
Unable to convince the Ashen Council of this looming threat he fled to Kyros Vasuman in hopes his brother would help him to remove the dragons that fed off their precious flames. By the time Aviur was able to reach Vasuman the once shinning drake had fallen to an illness of the mind. Taking control of the Scorched Legions Aviur lead a purge of fire bound dragon.
To protect the future of dragon kind the Ashen Council sealed Aviur among the Catacombs of Fiord at the far reaches of the Southern Icefield. Frozen in this tomb Aviur remained painstakingly aware of each dragon birth. Parasites draining energy from his being.
By the time his kin realized his fears to be true it was too late, each fire drake lost its power before falling intern.
His name and memory lost to all but those who lay dormant themselves. Alone Aviur faced the frigid darkness, at long last the last fire drake fell. His body left to reside among the ice flow.
The Rise
Magic, in this realm, is a finite being. A fickle creature. I task you the job to protect and preserve our ways.
Supple grass stirred around Rhum's body. She was, as they all are, woken at sunrise. Her place of awakening oversaw the ocean, and it was there she would remain. The task of all deity awoken are assigned upon first breath, this assignment is their life goal, one from which they never stray. Never had this been more true then in Rhum's heart, a guardian loyal to the Lightweaver.
WIP
Before the tick of a clock’s hand had passed, on the dawn of the very first day, Aviur rose.
Forged from the flames themselves, a demigod among deities. Aviur, the brilliant being of flame and smoke lifted his muzzle high into the air taking in the enticing scents of rivals. All across the globe the elemental deities were creating drakes in their likeness.
The flames from which he was born granted him brothers and sisters, each uniquely designed to aid in the reign over their kingdom. Together they formed the Ashen Council.
Elemental likenesses grew in number, forming loss groups that grew into strong nations. Natural rivals began to war, for which more beings were created. Dragons, creatures whom could wield some of the magic of drakes began to scatter the land in servitude.
Aviur lead the Ashen Council in their reigned over the land, each brother and sister an essential unbreakable link.
It began as a weakening in himself. The flame he and his drake kin feed off was being drained by the ever growing fire allied dragon populations.
Unable to convince the Ashen Council of this looming threat he fled to Kyros Vasuman in hopes his brother would help him to remove the dragons that fed off their precious flames. By the time Aviur was able to reach Vasuman the once shinning drake had fallen to an illness of the mind. Taking control of the Scorched Legions Aviur lead a purge of fire bound dragon.
To protect the future of dragon kind the Ashen Council sealed Aviur among the Catacombs of Fiord at the far reaches of the Southern Icefield. Frozen in this tomb Aviur remained painstakingly aware of each dragon birth. Parasites draining energy from his being.
By the time his kin realized his fears to be true it was too late, each fire drake lost its power before falling intern.
His name and memory lost to all but those who lay dormant themselves. Alone Aviur faced the frigid darkness, at long last the last fire drake fell. His body left to reside among the ice flow.
The Rise
Magic, in this realm, is a finite being. A fickle creature. I task you the job to protect and preserve our ways.
Supple grass stirred around Rhum's body. She was, as they all are, woken at sunrise. Her place of awakening oversaw the ocean, and it was there she would remain. The task of all deity awoken are assigned upon first breath, this assignment is their life goal, one from which they never stray. Never had this been more true then in Rhum's heart, a guardian loyal to the Lightweaver.
WIP
