-|-A DRAGON, HE IS-|-

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A Dragon, He Is

 

A mortal born from the ashes to lead his ashen kin unto a new world.  Ushered in only by He, The Arch-Wyrm Azdromoth.  The mortal walks as a dragon, talks as a dragon and fights as a dragon.  A Dragon, He is.

Aurelect from The Book of Asioth; “Fire of Splendor”   First-Born wreathed his household in a sublime beauty; from empty silence, a fallen prince hated them.   An adversary soared from his silent limbo, pledging First-Born glory greater than Asioth.   Thus First-Born conquered nations with his glowing voice; Asioth was the noble grandeur of his throne.   Full of vengeance, royal subjects turned against him, and their silver seals held him in the darkest depths.   In limbo, First-Born clove the fire from her source, the adversary of the fallen prince: splendor.

Aurelect from The Book of Asioth; “Vessel of Triumph”   First-Born guards his people with a noble grandeur, from silent limbo, a fallen prince envies them.   An adversary broods in his empty silence, vowing First-Born vengeance greater than Asioth   Thus First-Born watches subjects with his blazing eyes; Asioth is the sublime beauty of their crowns.   Full of glory, loving nations bow before him, and their golden bands hold him in the bright heavens.   In silence, First-Born shines between them all like light, the adversary of the fallen prince: triumph.

 

 

It was the eve of Elvenesse’ demise and Draakopf found himself at the Sage’s Seat.  There, he sat and remained dormant in silent prayer to The Firstborn.  For, as long as his faith held true, so too would his blade fell its foe.  

 

And so, the mortal Dwarf of Urir’s ilk took stride and soon saw the walls of the elven capital come into sight.  It was swift. . . The blue sky turned black. . . It was as if the Gods themselves had struck the Sun from the very sky above.  Azdromoth’s shadow had been cast from each end of the continent and his smouldering gaze set upon that of the city below.

 

 

Hellfire, or was it Dragonsfire?  Fire like this kind Draakopf had never witnessed before.  These flames burned black and sapped the very life from those who found themselves engulfed within.  Even this inquisitor of The Arch-Wyrm found the carnage overwhelming.  With each turn he took he was surrounded by his bredgren clashing against the united descendent armies. 

    Soon, Draakopf was surrounded and as descendents clashed, so too did the forces Unseen.  A great beam of celestial origin came thundering down from the sky, narrowly missing Azdromoth.  Whomst remained breathing stygian flames from his gargantuas maw which was rivalled by none.

 

Draakopf did not stay to watch the smoke clear and the ash settle.  Azdromoth was the force of Triumph and it was The Firstborn who was Triumphant.  Dormant deep within the earth is where the mortal dwarf of ash remained. . . Until the Sun Broke.  Triumph was Azdromoth’s, rivalled by none, envious are they.  

 

[Malaise 1569]

A nameless adherent of the Archdrakaar toiled madly in the dark, dank recesses of a cavern lair. He scrawled red paints and slashed white marks of chalk upon the stone walls of the place, detailing his very favorite of the Aurelects in frenzied splendor. This perhaps was uncouth to some, but it was his Asioth, and until something greater than himself proved otherwise, it would remain as fact.

 

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