Of Dragons

There once was a time were dragons walked among the lands and people. A time long gone, when Orcs thought themselves almighty kings, while serving under the kings of kings.
"Dragons" was the name given to mighty rulers created by our father Ardulson and his wife Tiamat. Formed by the first finders of Aol's Divine Spark and created to rule above all other creations that would follow after them, but in no case related to Gormadraug, a Wyrm made of pure primordial energy.
But in those days anew, that now count, as the last gods are gone, you might never see the former rulers.
Dragons in the many colors and materials, as they existed, did barely bother reproducing. We thought ourselves immortal and only realised our mistake as the lower races rose up against us and cursed our fellow brethren with a illness, sapping away our life and rotting away our scales.
As the Age, that nowadays is known as the Elder Glory, started the lower races became aware of their own might to rule themselves. Taught by dragons, rulers of the tribes created kingdoms and thanedoms, watching over those that may obey. But Dragons themselves do rarely obey.
While some dragons retreated into Lairs unknown, some fought their rebellious underlings and fell and others changed their form to live in secret with the children that thought themselves rulers.
The Dragons now were mostly spectators, that watched nations rise and fall, fell for gold and riches themselves and lived reclusive lives. Then, as the Aether War started, they rose to the higher planes, fighting as soldiers for Tiamat and Ardulson, bringing new glory to their name. Returning to Etharis, some hailed the dragons anew but most saw their force of destruction as another threat and hunted us again.
The heart of humanoids is cruel and tainted, only bringing death and insanity. It is as if they have never learned from us or only like to remember the lessons of our chromatic brothers. the aggressive corrupted fiends, birthed by Tiamat. The Fools that never admitted that humanoids may just be able to rule themselves and now oppress whatever minor underling they can find.
So now we live lifes, that are almost unknown of. If there are no legends of us, they shall not hunt us in a desperate cry for glory.
We live with them, We live away from them. I live here among their dead. high up on the ruins of Grabenstein, serving and guarding the tombstones of the senseless lifes lost by dwarves and humans as they fought for rulership.
I hope that before this world finally ends( and i feel in my bones that it is ending, every dragon does) we can fly above the clouds one last times, towards the terror of the Aether Kindred.
-Nordag Irontooth