Post by jred477 on Jul 8, 2017 18:26:27 GMT
Zaedria, now nothing but a smoldering ruin, holds the memories and pasts of entire races. From the mighty empire of the Dwarves to the turbulent history of the Humans, Zaedria was home to many races: Orcs, Elves, Var, and many more. Each race had a unique past, a unique history. But one race was looked over all too often, the Aerdrake. Resembling dragons, covered in crimson scales and small horns, no one really asked where they came from. Only about 100 of them were ever in Zaedria at one time, and all they ever did was run a tavern...
But who were they? They could breathe fire or fly and no one really knew much about them. Scholars speculated for centuries on where they came from, but none of the Aerdrake talked about it. Most would just stare at the floor in silence, as if they were ashamed of something, or perhaps afraid of what could come.
Our story begins in approximately 1523f.e... 2 years before the destruction of Zaedria. Upon a tower of hellish stone, standing next to a ballista of ashen wood, there stood a figure in armor of purest gold, mingled with iron in the forges of the smiths. A jagged, double bladed sword sat within its leather sheath upon the figure's back, the blade covered in enchantment runes, and runes of another kind. The twin blades sat upon the hilt's ornate cross-guard, splitting down the middle before being joined at the curvature of the tips, leaving an open space in the middle. A staff of gold, engraved with a story of his people, allowed this person to cast magic beyond that of a normal mage. This person was covered in crimson scales, with reptilian features across his face, two horns sitting atop his head.
An Aerdrake stood, atop this tower of fire and stone, and looked upon the seas before him, the ash cloud of the volcano pouring over the seemingly endless waters. He watched the waters crash against the rocky cliffs with tremendous force, signalling the turmoil that was to come. A second Aerdrake, covered in similar armor and lesser regalia, walked leisurely up to the first, speaking:
"My Prince, it is time to leave."
The Royal Aerdrake spoke also: "I know, I was just admiring the view for one last time. I will miss it after we are gone."
The 2nd spoke again: "If we do not leave now, we will not get another chance. The mountain is stirring for the last time..."
The Royal One spoke one last time: "I know, and I pray that we find refuge in the lands we find."
Speaking these words, the earth groaned and shook, and black smoke poured from the mountain's caldera. The two Aerdrakes walked calmly down the tower stair, having been conditioned to the earthquakes which had plagued their land for the past 300 years. They walked across the ramparts of their walls, heading down the wall stair to the docks, where a large fleet of ships waited to set sail. The hulls were of iron and wood, the sails of the strongest and thinnest cloth. The fleet would carry 5,000 Aerdrake across the sea, to whatever new lands they would find. Stepping across the gangplank up to the deck of the flagship, the largest of them all, the Prince looked back for a brief moment at the land he was leaving behind. The populace who could not go, roughly a thousand or so, now stood on the ramparts, and in the high places of the constructs, awaiting their end. The Prince turned his gaze to his fleet, walking onto the deck, and then towards the prow of the ship. When there, he sounded a horn from his belt, and mages and warlocks stepped onto the prows of their own ships. The Prince stowed his horn, and unhooked his staff. Pointing his staff to the seas in front of him, he let loose a stream of fire, the mages and warlocks casting streams of lightning or fire out towards the sea. The exodus had begun.
The ships dropped their sails from the riggings, and the powerful winds that were blowing that day carried the ships across the waves. Less than a mile from their homeland, a terrible crack was heard as the mountain exploded in a ball of fire. Molten lava pouring down the sides of the mountain, flaming boulders soaring down into the city below. The walls shattered, buildings crumbled, and the cries of over a thousand Aerdrake were heard amidst the roar of the mountain's demise. Their home was destroyed, their constructs and lands gone, their history contained in a set of scrolls granted to every ship. An hour later, more miles from their former home, the ships parted ways. Each ship sailing in a different direction. Some went West, others went North or South, The Prince's ship drew onward to the southwest.
The Prince arrived in Zaedria 2 years later, amidst the destruction of that continent. He said to his companion, his closest friend through 40 years of turmoil and fear:
"I see now that this world is dying. Is there not another land for us? Will our exodus have been in vain, with all our ships plunging to the bottom of the seas, taking the last of our people with them?"
His friend said to him: "No my Prince, I feel that there is yet another land for us to find. We just have to keep searching."
Just then, a terrible crack was heard, and massive chunk of the continent before them plunged into the ocean depths, creating a massive wave which grew as it barreled towards them. orders were given to turn into the wave. They made it just in time. The prow of the ship piercing the massive wave, the rest of the ship breaking through a second later. Over a hundred were thrown overboard, half the crew lost to the terrors of the deep. The foremost mast cracked and splintered, the riggings collapsing into the sea. The ship had now half a crew, two thirds of its sails. The Prince gave the order, "Sail as far from this land as possible, its time is ended also!"
The ship sailed onward, never doubting the course that their Prince would guide them on. 2 years later, land was sighted. A land of fire and stone, and ashen earth. A smaller ship was sent around the island, and it saw a land more pristine than any other. Forests and plains, and mountains which peaked above the clouds.
The Prince spoke: "We shall live here, on this island, but I will go to the mainland and see whom I can find. Perhaps we are not alone anymore..."
The ship landed on the shores of the land of fire and stone, the people cheered for their Prince, who now gathered 8 of his best warriors and 2 mages, and got into the life boats, and sailed to the mainland.
What they will find, what they will do, and all that they will become... is entirely up to you...
Feedback please people! Suggestions do not survive without constructive or destructive criticisms!!
But who were they? They could breathe fire or fly and no one really knew much about them. Scholars speculated for centuries on where they came from, but none of the Aerdrake talked about it. Most would just stare at the floor in silence, as if they were ashamed of something, or perhaps afraid of what could come.
Our story begins in approximately 1523f.e... 2 years before the destruction of Zaedria. Upon a tower of hellish stone, standing next to a ballista of ashen wood, there stood a figure in armor of purest gold, mingled with iron in the forges of the smiths. A jagged, double bladed sword sat within its leather sheath upon the figure's back, the blade covered in enchantment runes, and runes of another kind. The twin blades sat upon the hilt's ornate cross-guard, splitting down the middle before being joined at the curvature of the tips, leaving an open space in the middle. A staff of gold, engraved with a story of his people, allowed this person to cast magic beyond that of a normal mage. This person was covered in crimson scales, with reptilian features across his face, two horns sitting atop his head.
An Aerdrake stood, atop this tower of fire and stone, and looked upon the seas before him, the ash cloud of the volcano pouring over the seemingly endless waters. He watched the waters crash against the rocky cliffs with tremendous force, signalling the turmoil that was to come. A second Aerdrake, covered in similar armor and lesser regalia, walked leisurely up to the first, speaking:
"My Prince, it is time to leave."
The Royal Aerdrake spoke also: "I know, I was just admiring the view for one last time. I will miss it after we are gone."
The 2nd spoke again: "If we do not leave now, we will not get another chance. The mountain is stirring for the last time..."
The Royal One spoke one last time: "I know, and I pray that we find refuge in the lands we find."
Speaking these words, the earth groaned and shook, and black smoke poured from the mountain's caldera. The two Aerdrakes walked calmly down the tower stair, having been conditioned to the earthquakes which had plagued their land for the past 300 years. They walked across the ramparts of their walls, heading down the wall stair to the docks, where a large fleet of ships waited to set sail. The hulls were of iron and wood, the sails of the strongest and thinnest cloth. The fleet would carry 5,000 Aerdrake across the sea, to whatever new lands they would find. Stepping across the gangplank up to the deck of the flagship, the largest of them all, the Prince looked back for a brief moment at the land he was leaving behind. The populace who could not go, roughly a thousand or so, now stood on the ramparts, and in the high places of the constructs, awaiting their end. The Prince turned his gaze to his fleet, walking onto the deck, and then towards the prow of the ship. When there, he sounded a horn from his belt, and mages and warlocks stepped onto the prows of their own ships. The Prince stowed his horn, and unhooked his staff. Pointing his staff to the seas in front of him, he let loose a stream of fire, the mages and warlocks casting streams of lightning or fire out towards the sea. The exodus had begun.
The ships dropped their sails from the riggings, and the powerful winds that were blowing that day carried the ships across the waves. Less than a mile from their homeland, a terrible crack was heard as the mountain exploded in a ball of fire. Molten lava pouring down the sides of the mountain, flaming boulders soaring down into the city below. The walls shattered, buildings crumbled, and the cries of over a thousand Aerdrake were heard amidst the roar of the mountain's demise. Their home was destroyed, their constructs and lands gone, their history contained in a set of scrolls granted to every ship. An hour later, more miles from their former home, the ships parted ways. Each ship sailing in a different direction. Some went West, others went North or South, The Prince's ship drew onward to the southwest.
The Prince arrived in Zaedria 2 years later, amidst the destruction of that continent. He said to his companion, his closest friend through 40 years of turmoil and fear:
"I see now that this world is dying. Is there not another land for us? Will our exodus have been in vain, with all our ships plunging to the bottom of the seas, taking the last of our people with them?"
His friend said to him: "No my Prince, I feel that there is yet another land for us to find. We just have to keep searching."
Just then, a terrible crack was heard, and massive chunk of the continent before them plunged into the ocean depths, creating a massive wave which grew as it barreled towards them. orders were given to turn into the wave. They made it just in time. The prow of the ship piercing the massive wave, the rest of the ship breaking through a second later. Over a hundred were thrown overboard, half the crew lost to the terrors of the deep. The foremost mast cracked and splintered, the riggings collapsing into the sea. The ship had now half a crew, two thirds of its sails. The Prince gave the order, "Sail as far from this land as possible, its time is ended also!"
The ship sailed onward, never doubting the course that their Prince would guide them on. 2 years later, land was sighted. A land of fire and stone, and ashen earth. A smaller ship was sent around the island, and it saw a land more pristine than any other. Forests and plains, and mountains which peaked above the clouds.
The Prince spoke: "We shall live here, on this island, but I will go to the mainland and see whom I can find. Perhaps we are not alone anymore..."
The ship landed on the shores of the land of fire and stone, the people cheered for their Prince, who now gathered 8 of his best warriors and 2 mages, and got into the life boats, and sailed to the mainland.
What they will find, what they will do, and all that they will become... is entirely up to you...
Feedback please people! Suggestions do not survive without constructive or destructive criticisms!!
