Forget tales of pirates, dragonlords, and wintry queens for one moment, and let us go to a more antiquated time. We shall travel away from the cozy continent of Eiren, to "Lands Faraway" as the Dwarves called it. To the center of human civilization, the calm Sea of Dragoncrest. Here is where our story shall begin.
But what, dear Muse, is the coast of Dragoncrest like? This is where the chronicler comes into this capricious chorus. Indeed, about five thousand years ago, the Sea of Dragoncrest was ruled by the mighty dragons. They lorded over the Men of Faraway, ruling as kings and generals while humans remained ever so unfortunately enslaved. Yet even the dragons disagreed, and wars overtook the chaotic chromatic kin and the lawful metallic terrors. Humans were forced to choose a side, and many sided with the metallic dragons, who were more benevolent.
This was the state of things until, upon the horizon, the dwarves visited Faraway. The tribe of the Kells grew close to the Dwarves and learned from them. Taking knowledge of iron and bronze smithing from the Dwarves, the Men of Faraway realize they could fight back against their draconic oppressors. What erupted was a mass rebellion, and the dragons were overtaken by the numerous and brave Men. Many fled, hiding away into the mountains or caves into lairs, for their own safety and scheming.
With their newfound freedom, the Men of Faraway began to rule themselves. In the Sea of Dragoncrest, the first of these was the Tamayans, who formed a grand empire along their rivers. They were called the Kingdom of the Sun. Meanwhile, the Madeci grew infatuated with war and knowledge. So infatuated with the bond of Amagus and Morganine, they spread throughout the sea upon islands in wanderlust. Finally, the Tallians went through stages of kingdoms, republics, and finally an empire that went under the banner of the Twin Wolves.
These twin wolves formed a mighty hunter, one that stalked and consumed it's neighbors. What was once merely a lowly city state, Lontitano now saw no end to their borders. All the Man-Kin of Faraway would live under their glorious Empire of the Wolves. In their language, this mantra became the words "EXTENDERE OMNES FINES NOSTROS", or "Reaching The Entire Land".
Yet in secret, something dark was brewing underneath the soil of Dragoncrest. Resentment filled the god of blood, Loxelel. Long ago he had made splendid creations from the animals of Brigid, including beasts like the Centaur and the Satyr. But the gods looked down upon him when he made his most vile creation: the Lycan, Men who could turn into vicious wolves. Out of anger, the god Boldur struck Loxelel with his hammer as punishment for placing this curse upon men. In Loxelel's very blood churned his last creation, the Tieflings, until Loxelel was forced unto the Underworld. There, he was forced to rule over the spirits of the dead and realize the evil he did to the Creation. Yet Loxelel would continue to be angered...
Until at last, the god of blood brewed one plot that amused him dearly. What was to come to Dragoncrest was unknown, but the oracles of Potea could smell the vile stench of Loxelel's planning. Faraway would need vigilant heroes in this day. An odyssey would commence.
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