Metalic Roamer Ancient Document

Darasthrixthe Ssearth Karif Turasjir Urathear Irthir (Darasthrixthe's Immortal Historical Records of Gods and the World)

Metallic Roamers History Records found in the Sanctum:

Valley of giants where the giants came from were in the shattered waste 

Nothing will sate her bloodlust, even with our agreements and treaties, she kills us still and has done something to Bahamut, our clerics cannot commune with him any longer, like the tyrant god Ttranghumatsu he may have been made mute.

She brags, saying she will erase what we've done, replacing our history in the process, I fear she may succeed; 

It is because of this I leave this passage, hidden, hopefully to be discovered by an ancestor who understands the importance of these scrolls.

There's no way to tell how much of our history she will erase, and in order to ensure she never discovers this, I will have a personal circle of scribes log as much of our history as possible.

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At the time these documents are being written, is the year 518 of the Age Of Strife, the years coming after what has been called the Forgotten Era. 

Our killer calls herself Mother, going by her native tongue, Irzu

Irzu is a Gnoll woman, heavily scarred and standing above even most of our kin, the Dragonborn, she has her immortal warriors she calls the Penitent Crusaders, these crusaders are those who assail us relentlessly. We have earned our deaths because we dared to discover what she has done to our god, Bahamut. It is this crime that has sentenced our people and history to non-existence.

It will be impossible to tell which of our ancestors may, however the Dragons may survive, and our clerics were gifted Divinations, by Bahamut, years before he fell silent, that give them insight into the future lineage of our King, Quiodraelth (Qu-io-Drae-lith)

Our current general and King:

Quiodraelth (Qu-io-Drae-lith)

His immediate Heir and daughter:

Chiophaah (Ch-ee-O-Pah) 

Choiphaah's current unhatched egg:

Ghidervanoth (Gh-id-er-van-oth)

The first elusive ancestor, son of Ghidervanoth, a Gold dragon named:

Aahdenonth (Ah-den-non-th)

The son and presumed heir to Aahdenonth, a Brass dragon called:

Nalentos (Na-Len-tos)

The daughter and presumed heir to Nalentos, a Silver dragon titled:

Fymeri (Fim-ear-ey)

The final daughter, and the presumed heir to Fymeri:

Chuvannoissio (Chu-van-oh-iss-I-O)

Our clerics have been able to divine no further, we hope their lineage has not ended by any violent or undesirable means.

Ghidervanoth will be hidden, so that she may survive the wrath of Irzu,

We pray to the remnants of Bahamut that may she hatch into a world that has ended its perpetual cycles of genocide and forgotten histories. We pray for peace, for our ancestors to live peacefully, without strife and hardship, for has our generation not experienced enough for countless millennia?

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If you are an ancestor, and see this, unaware to what has happened to our people, ensure the Gnoll does not survive, she cannot be allowed to live, she says she has done this before, we can only assume it will happen to our people again.

If even technology has been forgotten, we lay aid to you:

(Several following scrolls document how to make items from pottery, to tanning hides, making pitch and small boat hulls, clothing, ink and scrolls, basic mechanical properties such as levers and wheels, refining and creating metals and alloys like bronze, along with smithing techniques to create a variety of metal weapons and tools.)

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Culture is the heart of society, for a people to loose as such, is for them to die.

We are a nomadic people, we call did not originally call ourselves the Metallic Roamers, but it is the name we have been given by the many people of this world, and the name we have chosen to accept.

We worship Bahamut, the Platinum Dragon, he has gifted us magic, knowledge, and what we have called the Ptarian Code

(The following documents give lengthy and highly detailed information about the Ptarian Code)

Justice and Good above all.

Honor and Fealty to the King.

Honor and Respect to Righteous Innocence.

Honor and Duty to the Justicemaker (Bahamut).

Honor and Protection to the Lesser Races.

Honor and Correction to the Enemies of Justice and Good.

Honor and Forbearance for oneself.

Leave me blind to all but true light of justice, o Valiant One.

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As nomads, we explore endlessly to find a homeland, and avoid the countless dangers of this cruel world. We have been to the great mountainous expanses of the northwest, with its strange folk who reside its in endless caverns. We've even been to their eastern lands, found across a sea, and found it a vast land filled with Giants. The land was too cold, so we than traveled southeast, coming back into the main lands. Traveling continually southeast, we eventually came across a small sea, with an island in the center. There was much pondering of founding it, however it was far too small to ever house all our people. We continued west along the sea, past the land that connects to the great endless desert to the south. After many more months of travel a peninsula has been found that we have chosen to inhabit for some years now.

Exploration is in our blood, and so even with this land we have continued sending out exploration groups in hopes of finding where our connection to this world lies, we were hopeful after finding some Islands to the west, however our ships cannot endure that distance reliably.

In the spring of 517 A.O.S we discovered the truth of her, beginning her hunt of our people

We now fight, with no where else to flee, we plan to have the egg, Ghidervanoth, sent and hidden on the unnamed islands.

-Khulphineak Nacothria (Cool-fin-E-ak Nac-O-thr-ia)

The last Platinum Dragonborn

May Bahamut lead our people for countless Eons.

Leave me blind to all but true light of justice, o Valiant One.