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The blade bloodbane drew blood, it wept embers of flame as it met the neck of the Arch-Runelord, devastatingly so it had met many dwed prior, yet not of so high standard. - "Blame Sigrun, blame his pride." It spat "Rest easy Runelord."

Azli would resurrect himself within his drakeshrine, deep shame surrounding him. - His flame weak and pitiful nearly, he looked upon the Child, yet couldn't bear to look at it.

"The grudge was settled with the death of the supposed assailant, Draakopf Doomforged dead by the hands of the ex-king Bakir. - You wish to reignite dead feuds, do as you will tread carefully."

- The sharing ability allows azdrazi to 'share' their emotions, their thoughts and so on I may have worded it weirdly thats entirely mb. But it doesn't just mean 'sharing emotions' they can share say the physical pain they possess so another azdrazi may take part in the pain migitating it by allowing the pain to transfer over to them. The same goes for wounds, missing limbs etc. I.e if my azdrazi had lost a limb, another azdrazi may be able to tranfer the damage on themselves. IF ANYONE USES THE SHARING ABILITY FOR ANYTHING WEIRD INSTA PK/INSTA BAN, but in all honestly I think thats the last think ppl would would use it for, I only Imagine it being used as a cool way for azdrazi to express their emotes more. (but it is something that can be heavily adapted on, I didn't want to try and make it rly complicated) - Azdrazi no longer PK if they lose their inner-flame, I feel like its pretty reasonable as its only [1] singular inner-flame which they must have to be in a [3] block range and cannot be interrupted imo this is something that should have always existed but if there's anyway Im able to make it more reasonable more then happy to know - Its not like its allowing every single player on the server to have dracanium, and even if they did not like they could use it. Dracaniums literal only purpose for being on the server is because azdrazi exist and as I remember hardly any azdrazi have any access to dracanium it would still be super rare, I tried to make it as least op as possible even allowing the weapon to be pretty much destroyed after a Nephilim is dead.

Forging (Freeform/non-combative) Forging allows a neat aesthetic ability to allow Azdrazi to melt down various mundane metals with ease, such as armor and swords without taking the use of their inner flame, this is an ability has no requirement for a certain amount of emotes -can not be used in combat. -does not use the usage of the inner-flame -Emotes are freeform -Can not be used on ST materials or the alike -If used on Dracanium it will take [3] emotes and [2] inner flame (changing nothing.) -This simply clarifies some things and allows more of a freeform and fun experience for self-rp etc. Sharing (Freeform) “I am you, you are me. We are him. We mirror the Titan, as so does he mirror us. We are the pieces, the world is the puzzle. This allows a way for Nephilim to share emotional and physical pain and joys both literally and figuratively with each other, this is a freeform ability that cannot be used in/during combat. The emotional pain or joy may vary for whatever the Nephilim may be experiencing, depressed, anxious thoughts will be momentarily offered so they may have a better grasp to view upon the other's own possessive thought, yet physical pain as well can be traded for example if a Nephilim was cut, bruised or even missing a limb the other can trade this, so the first Nephilim (who is missing a limb) will approach the second, whereas the second will don the missing limb and the first will be regenerated -Cannot be used during combat or as a way to influence combat. -This is freeform requiring no exact count for emotes. -This allows Nephilim to explore the minds of their own past experiences, latent memories, or whatever the player may desire it is solely up to them. Trading (Combative/passive) Trading similar to sharing yet not so much physically or emotionally allows Azdrazi to trade inner-flame with another, taking [1] entire uninterrupted emote to donate [1] single unit of inner-flame unto another, yet in turn the Nephilim granting [1] inner-flame will lose it, [2] uninterrupted emotes will count for [2] inner-flame [3] emotes being [3] inner-flame and so forth. -This may be used in combat or non-combat scenarios. -To perform trading will take [1] entire uninterrupted emote to do so. -When a Nephilim grants however much inner flame, they will lose the according amount they bestowed upon the other, for however much is given is lost. -If disrupted whilst doing this the inner flame does not transfer whatsoever. -Will cost [1] inner flame, yet the amount of inner flame will and can be depending on how much they wish to donate. -To use Trading a Nephilim must have a free hand, or their maw must be revealed, so they are able to gift their inner-flame unto another. - They may be able to do [3] emotes in total to give [3] inner-flame or more. -The Nephilim must have a close distance of a minimum of [3] blocks. Black-Iron. Daar’kraz (spell name) (Passive) Those who attain inner-flame and are reborn into Azdraziship, gain that of being able to forge a single weapon, permanently attaching it to their very being. As they take forth mundane steel and imbue upon it their inner flame, they can bestow upon it richly runes and fire allowing it to harness the same properties of dracanium. -Any Azdrazi is able to do this once their CA is accepted. -They can only do this for [1] Weapon ever, no more or no takebacks once they have chosen their desired weapon. -The weapon will follow the same properties of dracanium and will follow all lore from that lore piece. -Once the spell Daar’kraz has been used, it will be listed upon a Nephilims CA, stating. “Single use spell Daar’kraz in use” -These Weapons cannot become mArts. -The desired weapon cannot be made out of other ST metals or items, the weapon can only be purely that of dracanium forge. -When this is used a single draan-bind slot will be used up automatically. -These weapons are automatically Draan-Bound taking up [1] slot when they decide to enchant the item of choice. -These weapons solely belong to an Azdrazi it cannot be ‘given’ to other players to use, due to the connection with its owner. -They cannot smelt down the dracanium or ‘reforge’ it once they have decided their desired weapon, it cannot be reverted. -Once a Nephilim is PK’D, the weapon will turn to ash and no longer be usable. - Or simply lose the sacred enchantment, losing its property of dracanium and rather returning to its regular mundane state. (so a once dracanium sword would turn into a just a regular mundane sword) -They are able to disenchant their item returning it to normal, yet they are not given the chance to use the enchant again. -(doesn’t have to be a weapon, it may be something as useless as a pendant.) This goes for the Sharing ability Nephilim and the way they interact with other dragonkin can be indifferent yet their souls of fire share so much similarity - like a cousin's undeniable connection is shown between draconic souls. Yet the flames of Nephilim are brother and sister and are bonded tightly; they share a unique relationship, their mind of consciousness above just regular concepts, like a divine concept or even a drug- or further. The works shown in the mind/soul of the Nephilim is a bewildering mystery to even ancient Azdrazi it can be greatly misunderstood- this further awareness and state of mind lead to what is believed the greatest interpretation of ideas’ - Asioth - thus the Nephilim look inwards, they stare deeply at themselves, by this standard they look at eachother, the Nephilim's way of mind works differently than the ordinary man. Black-Iron For a long time dracanium (dragon bones) has been incredibly scarce within even the azdrazi community and even outside of the community though it doesn’t hold much value other than its aesthetic and its mArt capabilities, this allows every azdrazi equally to possess their own special weapon but are unable to make it a mArt. I wrote this up a while ago without too much thought, I will consider any changes and ideas and this will probably need to be fixed up a ton, I am not the best at writing lore. . .

"Those who desire an illness are ill enough as it is. - To fix such solutions the illness must be purified. Annihilated." Something had commented at its own judgment, yet it didn't hesitate to emphasize with the Herald, it could understand these words yet not agree.

A dwarf who hadn't had the chance to properly introduce himself to the now-deceased Grand King had only his deepest solace to offer, to commemorate the forest-dwed he spoke a prayer that the lineage of Garadyn would only thrive for times to come. "He actually seemed like a decent King, a shame that they are the ones whom end up dead." Yet another strange creature seemed bitter about the death of the forest-dwarf.

a classical mix for a prince building his empire Chaos will mend into freedom. Total emancipation from all curtains of uncertainty. Draconic-writing etched upon a solid slab of stone, encased with words of flame. The path of which the mountain treads will leave a burning trail to guide; that flaming torch which we will abide. Hail the First-son of Dragur. will usher a new word, generated from outside this shallow earth, not of the weird agnostic thought which will bring you to heel, not of the views of the Aenguls nor man can see which Asioth sees, if Asioth is a lie, then it is my truth. And if it is the truth, it is my deep love. Two heartbeats pounded fiercely within the chamber There is a deep melodic nature between the two. Though I isolate myself from my beloved brothers and sisters; whomst flames I shall kinder until I ROT, I shall do so eternally for my services are owed where duty leads. The xannite will speak nonsense at any chance, this they will continue to do for they are misled by that treacherous light, that cretin continues to spill his dreams into the souls of mortal men, his dream ‘Order’ an ingenuine lie developed by his own tongue. If you see yourself on the path, turn back, and far away. Do not look back not for a second, not in your mind nor body shall glimpse to that place you walked away from, - the path is easy a straight trail, or is it made to look easy for the sake? A trick? It is none of these things. Dragons the Fifth existing race amongst this place, remember your place atop the worldly pillars. Turn your duty towards the Titan, rather than against him; for that, he will grant you need where you so willingly cling to desperation. For his words O’ mighty, words of his father which were genius passed down unto him. His wings are as large as his desire to fly, to set free and loose where the expanse of that infinite cosm holds no bounds, no distance, Further, further, and even further. The child prince oh so desired to live, to fly, to see. To witness. This is what I remember about my brethren, even in days of absence I should keenly remind myself where my duty is, - for this reason, I live and I continue to wonder, at times I felt it, it were so close to me, it was bounded-fate and yet it became apparent it were not my end rather a continuous right to live and wonder, the more I thought about it the more distant it became. But I remembered, by simply living I mend into this world asioth. - I mend a certain truth that some and many will hate, simply for the fact of existing, for the very same reason how could I? How could I render to stone knowing the very simple fact, that no matter of innocence, no matter of my good will I be stained by arrogance. The Dragon's truth is that it is destined to die, every story, every tale. - The hero slays the tyrannical beast. It is destiny to die. I wish to fly O’ father, I beg of thee to grant me wings. An-Gho, where are my wings? O’ brother my eyes and wings are missing, where are they? O’ brother I had slain another of us. What should I do? Death weeps life; that is itself a beauty untold. I plunge myself deep into the fathomless depths of self-awareness, a great voyage where the boundaries of “I” dissolve into the vastness of “all” The luminous thread weaving through the tapestry of existence aching with boundless thought; ever weeping at the edge of infinity, the function of the intricate words work effortlessly and stay the same. The clandestine motion with those ancient scriptures shown to all, understood by few. Asioth The scales of justice tip not with fairness, but with the weight of strength. The powerful hold the balance in their favor." Asioth the freedom of flight thus reach high. We will dig the uncomfortable truths that mortal-men will forever bury beneath the dirt, every truth shall be unearthed from the pits of this place. My eternal duty forever echoes throughout the corridors of the cosm; forever distancing itself far from me. I remember it all, not a word forgotten, not a page missed. - I remember.

Xan is a dragon. A nephilim then gathered

At all costs the enemy shall be expunged, the clouds decorated by the flame of my father as the obliterating shadow of flame swallows the enemy whole, it’s entirety immolated in his blistering fire. A certain pain must be felt to be healed. my brazen brothers will express their flame, in turn my father will express his. All hail the Black Titan.

An azdrazi notices the new addition to the back garden of his nest appreciating the effort and time put into such a thing! A shame he had thought.

Urguan😑

A creature smiled at such

As turmoil began to brew in the West, in the distant southern lands a tower broomed and stirred with life. - The sound of metal clicking and bells clashing was apparent and clear, fire burned fervently and wished to test the common foe of Mori'quessir - Thus the Nephilim were sure to attempt to eradicate this common threat. The Prince had returned - Three eyes teemed and widened

A loyal son of the Arch-Drakaar basked in its drakeshrine, the flames violently chewing at him, comforting him before it had all fallen dim, ash dusting his form, he rose and made way to a room as he naturally brought himself to slash unto the walls with embers and chalk. Depicting a mural, texts all that which was the truth of Asioth, he then imagined a newer world a better one. Yet such was a fallacy, he dreamt of a world where no accursed lighter-bearer who heeds the words of their cuckold lord, the aengul of lies, the aengul of control. Yet such was a pointless dream for he had known the sundering of their mewling lord will be the greatesst day, for that he shall only sunder once. the cub-lion, who claims order yet only claims the hearts of so few mortals. THE ACCURSED LION. DECIET. WEAKNESS. CONTROL

Something fond of fire mused at the thought of 'burning'

A certain Von Draco Bondsman who held a concealed face smiled upon the fallen, his silver sword stained in the blood of men, men who wished to act against Adria's goodly citizens and to then wrongfully accuse the Duke. It was clear what GODS intentions were, as the battle of attrition was won. "They die for the same thing as last time, do they not learn? Do they truly not want PEACE?"

The Burning Assembly Rok Nardin & @samuelkimmusic - THE APOCALYPSE “In the darkest of places, in the lowest of places - I was made. Where the eyes of the gods could not see, and where the forbidden flame lay - I breathed Illuminated, by nothing but the fire of my father, before me a great black sun - I saw Purpose lived, and its edge was immaculate.” -The Prince The Titan and his first dream “For whence we came, many flew before us. We remember Setherien the devourer, Gudour the champion, so many felled by the fate that doomed them.” The Azdrazi of the Titan are the offspring of what came to be, the mere shattered image forged anew as they were bestowed the eternal long-lasting gift which was their boons, alienated from society yet ever glued with the known world, as much as it was his birthright (Azdromoths) it was theirs. Scholars, warriors who could author the blade as their quill, unrivaled and a puissant people who fashioned themselves in scales that riddled their dragonic stature, who yearned to walk air like their forebearers before them. I Azli have studied mine people, tasted their logic and ideals, conversed with ones older than I, our kin are aliens, a wolf among sheep, perfection flirting with an undeveloped, banal, woeful, and immature man. - Dragons are graced with ambition and passion. The bleakness of their form is immaculate in design, the wings that beat louder than thunder, and their jaws mighty. O’ Nephilim; how we are great. Ours was the design of dragons, the make of great sorcery, of purpose, and of fiery song. Will you sing it with me? The Titan's dream was their nightmare. His dream bore fruit as it fell from its spine. His sons, daughters, the princes of his empire. crafted, and molded as the Dragon-King took care, trial, and error until they were birthed, something he could call his own, something that he cherished. Yet with love comes hate, with proudness there comes cruel disappointment. When I was yet a simple herald, young and naive, my Grandfather, who was dubbed Brightiron Prince, gifted me a book named the book of epochs after his passing. Let this be an adage to our culture, our history, and our future. Yet something that is not commonly known, something our elder An-Gho spoke of, was the terrifying truth that we are not merely the ‘children’ of the Titan; we are the Titan. We are his shadow, his make - his spirit and his blood. The Titan lives within us as we live in him. We mirror his form, his rage, and pain; we love and hate, and our emotions are true and authentic, I understand love better than the mere mortal, I understand hate more than them too. And always we fight for bitter independence from a cruel world. And though we might fail - we fight. For that is our first gift, our flame, our heart, our blood. The very thing that moves us and beats within us. - Power. Man - man was who he chose, under the banner of Horen shall we know the empire, and we will walk with the banners raised in the goodly Titan's name. “It is then shown that under the might of his wings, cities, and nations were left in rubble as the ruinous fire scorched and dressed the various races, all races but man. His dream is a mightier one, a challenging one, a beautiful one, and a long one.” The Crimes Against The Draconic Race. I: “Iblees, the terrible bringer of ruin, the Arch-Daemon drunk on power. . .” The first crime was the black brush, doused with black paint used by a black hand. The great corruption was the beginning and the end, a fire made not to love, nor create, yet to ruin and devastate. A perfect white canvas smothered in black ink so easily ruined a fine piece of immaculate art. II: “Which one was it that had freed the wife?” The sunlit lord, that cretin struck with fear and his fear shall be known to all, we will be there atop the winds to see him sunder, crash, and fall. The collapse of the cretin is soon to be, for it was he that used petty hate, a god's emotion used to destroy and attempt to eradicate our people. III: “The green lady, the first mistake of Dragur is famed for this. .” Kins slay without any reasoning, to murder your own kin is a crime. to go against another is to go against the self, and to demeanor your own position for a selfish act is to weaken your own standing. - The act of Kins slaying without reason is revolting and disgusting and there is no honor in such acts. IV: “The Dragon-God remains enchained by that ***** stricken with cowardice and fear, they scavenge like vultures pilfering of what remains of him” The imprisonment of he who flew before the first-born, he who witnessed the first and the last, he who donned knowledge as his mantle. - Dragur - The slumbering god was our founder and our father's maker, long enchained as those who trapped him pilfer and scavenge at his wealthy horde. V: “As once the great Setherien tried to swallow the sun; so too shall we swallow the earth. An earth that belongs to us, an earth that has been conquered and stolen from us.” The stolen world is by our right, our mightiest father the Arch-Drakaar. The King Of Kings, he alone can carry the world, he knows this. A stolen world that has long been groomed and mistreated, abused, and sanctioned. The Kings molded by its cobble have been subjugated into harsh cruel bondage, one by one, day by day we will free them. The Draconic truth will be spread to all, taught to those, for I know ‘truth’ I know the draconic one too. Hierarchy. A Z D R O M O T H. The First-Born, King of Kings, The Titan. The Black Titan, our ever exalted King Of Kings who lacks nothing but a true mortal rival, our very maker, our father whomst challenges a mountain in height. For in his flight tornadoes swirl and the very earth quakes in his wake. - It was said whence he was imprisoned many Azdrazi had fallen to stone without the rich warmth of their beloved father. Let all bask in his glory - and let the World tremble. Once, in a different age, Azdromoth came to the elves matching their elegant form. He spoke to them with a voice of silver, and showed them his heart of gold. [Redacted] [This part of the page was blank.] The Three Eyes of the Alem-Drom. Keledan, the ever-wise The An-Gho, Third Eye The three eyes consist of three elder greater Nephilim who have been personally selected by the Titan himself, his favored and foremost dignified children, to rule over his Holy-Children. These triplets which suffuse the dominion as they teem the eyes of the Titan thrice, they are to be shown glory and their word over all others of the burning consult, These three heads consist of; Keledan, the first eye who is the ambassador and the very reflection of the titan, his mouth. Few things are known of the wise Keledan. His visits were rare – and yet rarer still. Some wonder if he still lives. The Eternal Inquisitor, the second eye. A Nephilim who were Azdromoths chosen Inquisitor and solidified the position of the azdromothian flock. A formidable warrior - his stone reminds all of past glory and might. The An-Gho, the Third-Eye. Exalted seer, prince and arbiter remade under holy Naldroth. When the voice of the Titan could not be heard - the golden words of the An-Gho stilled the hearts of Azdromoth’s children. The Burning Assembly. Elathion, Serpent of the Sea The Burning Assembly refers in technicality to all of Azdromoth’s servants, plotting their foul, gracious - virtuous and cruel deeds. Made up of the Chosen Nephilim of the Three Eyes, are the leaders of the burning assembly which are primarily elder Azdrazi - but certain and especially leal mortal followers have known to join their ranks, though with less authority over the servants of Azdromoth. Each carries a specific duty or role within the organization. The heads of the assembly are never set in stone; rather, they are meant to consist of a variety of azdrazi organizations and groups independent of one another, yet united all the same in order for all Nephilim to find a voice. Joining the assembly’s chosen leaders is a matter of either being chosen, petitioning them, or impressing them through great deeds. The heads of the assembly are fashioned “The Draken Consult”; Aulkorian, The Inquisitor; Warmaster of the Golden Tear. Balthazar, The Justicar; Executioner. Elathion, The Ship hoarder; Serpent of The Sea. Azli, The Regent. Ut'torvioth, The Noble Serpent. The Hand - N/A, “An eternal seat amongst the Draken Consult to serve as a mortal voice for the Burning Assembly.” Inquisitor. The foremost title of Inquisitor is a highly respected one. Nephilim who don the title Inquisitor, which is granted by the Titan himself; takes on the Eternal Inquisitors mission, he who takes on the mantle bears the proof of doing so with a sacred trinket, yet it is known only that of those whom have been chosen are able to take up this position and such comes with great arduous difficulty. Azdrazi. Ut'torvioth - Morur’ei made again The Azdrazi were once mortal-men, made with inner flame, transformed, burned away into an exalted and sublime form. To them was bestowed a holy fire, reborn anew into the very depiction of a son or daughter of the Titan as a new immortal and champion among the races. Let none stand to rival them - for every challenge be met with knowledge and fire, and in their wake be the voice and might of their Father. Ordained Heralds, Ash-Knights, and Weepers. “There has always been a kha, in Tor-Azdroth.” (todds catman don’t get mad) Ordained Heralds, or “Drakeknights”, are known to have been recently divided into individual subsects; Ash - Knights and Weepers. These are the servants who have furthered a deeper connection to Azdromoth, as they are made into exalted warriors, a knight who has invested themselves unto the cause. - Willingly allowing themselves to honor the intrepid assembly and its members. The Ash-Knights are a subsect of Azdromoth's inquisition. These drakeknights are those who have been chosen specifically to act out deeds of valour; they are anointed and dusted with ash. There are no limitations as to how many may ascend to the rank. The Weepers are special agents, chosen amidst the most talented of Azdromoth’s followers. They carry the Tears of the An-Gho in his service, cruel anti-sorcerous nails that strike as deep as far as the Third-Eye can see. There may be any number of those who serve, for the An-Gho has an untold amount of tears to shed until The Promise is fulfilled. Heralds. “Worship him? No, not particularly. I do pay respect to him, though I’d be a fool not to” Heralds are the dragon’s share, rather the absolute foundations for almost any and all acolytes to become acquainted and familiar with draconic traditions and reverence. Heralds are those mortals scarred with the sigil of the Titan as His eternal gaze is tattooed on their skin. It is known amongst the Assembly of The Titan that this mark is a symbol for those mortal under His hand to reject the fallacy of social stratification and to embrace one's self under the direction of Asioth; The Auric Path. Seekers of Flame. Seekers of flame are those who are not a Herald, yet still seek to walk our burning path and know of our cause. They are yet to be granted boons, yet are still followers and must abide by tradition and law. The Assembly is an organization that was founded to model the Order of Nephilim from ancient times. The Aims are the core creeds that guide the behavior of those enlisted within the order, principles that are intended to work towards the protection of all remaining Dragonkin that are alive in the world today. It is mandated that every member of the Burning Assembly act with temperance and restraint. The Aims. Toor Protection Flame. A force that burns, a true and pure light that triumphs even over the light of wayward deities such as Tahariae and Xan. What hope is there in mimicking the translucent, powerful rays of the sun if you cannot impart any actual change? Fire was the gift to Man from Azdromoth, and it burns fervently in the hearts of his descendants and their followers. As once Dragonkin had been chased to every corner of the earth and hounded by the Athnas and their followers, now the Heralds are so numerous that they inhabit every corner of the modern world. Flame perseveres where shimmering, pretty magic tricks do not. The false icons of Xan and Tahariae are imposters, and the petty Magi cannot hope to mimic the eldritch secrets of the Dragonkin. All draconic creatures are to be protected, saved, and defended by the followers of the Draken Assembly. The genocide perpetuated by Xan in response to the flight of his mortal wife is a kind of jealousy to be scorned. The Paladins plead that they perpetuate Order and Guardianship, yet they have time and time again placed the world in darkness. Order is not freedom. Order is the subjugation and annihilation of all things that do not fall under the demesne of their Godless Adjudicator; their Cuckold Lion, a gilded prophet who heralds weakness and deceit. As was the mission of the first Nephilim, the goal of the Dragonkin and Heralds in the Draken Assembly is to safeguard those who cannot protect themselves, whether they be Man, Dragon, or otherwise. Resolve Sanctity of Life Without resolve, the Xanite shall whisper honeyed words into your ear and beg for peace. Their women may pressure you, come before you even with shards of their forsaken Lance once again while pleading for a ceasefire as you triumph over their order of squalor and deceit. Forget not the crimes of all enemies of the Dragonkin; Xionists, Xanites, and decrepit New Canon Gospel. For two creatures can create life in this world following the death of the One True Creator. Dragur imparted this boon to Azdromoth, who by means of the Inner Flame was able to do something no other Dragonkin has ever accomplished - create experimental life. From the husks of Man emerged a stronger and more resilient species, a species intended to act as philosophical shepherds to break the god-bound chains of the Descendants. No longer would Fate and Truth be left in the hands of uninvolved, impartial and immoral deities. No longer would murder outside the Rite of Mul be condoned. Nature and its meddlings. The Dead to rewake It is known to most that the druii meddle with the natural flow of the stolen earth as an impulsive desire, as they warrant a groundless effort to disturb the natural life of the world. This is a crime all in itself, the excuse of protection for self-gain is a pitiful display; we know that from the ashes that are burned, there comes a new fruit, a fresh sap that is pure in depiction. These unjust crimes will be met with flame, the selfish act of ‘want.’ Yet the wildlife and its oak are most often placed in danger this prevents the circle of life, destruction and reconstruction, do not dabble in what you do not know or you will find yourself invested and involved. Those such as Necromancers who flirt with life and death, the undead are a useless conjuration of what is not needed, creatures stuck in their egotistical insignificant pride. Those who regret will not adapt to recent change thus the necromancers live in the past, claiming themselves higher and better than regular man, they are the breed of corruption; taint, and a wicked evil, they must be opposed for the light of our ever sumptuous flame will burn with avarice past the darkness. Our light, our flame shall prevail. Freedom and Absolution. “The only true order is Chaos. Social stratification, systems of law, arbitrarily decree the existence of the Other; the Other who is responsible for all crimes, all death, all sickness, and all pervasive social ills. The Other who is Elf, Man, or Dragon. The Other who does not exist in the social order.” The natural order is a world without bureaucratic creeds guided only by the morals and absolution of its inhabitants. As the Dragonkin have been pushed out of their habitats and ostracized from the social order, so too have they resisted and pushed back against the new civilizations that have attempted to terrorize and subjugate them. All who follow in the footsteps of the Dragonkin are free to join the Assembly, and free to engage in their own pursuit of Asioth. No matter what background, creed, or allegiance - as long as you owe your loyalty to the preservation of Dragonkin, you are welcomed into the order with open arms. “A world where chaos and order are lovers, so engrossed with one another, attached by the same bonds.” Drakeshrines & Holy sites. Drakeshrines are formally used by Nephilim as their personal anchor, something that is bound to them and is not ‘simply’ just for show, yet they represent the draconic people as holy sanctums. Some may appear as temples, pillars, or pools of lava. Yet all burn with the same blistering ire of the draconic weather, it is common that mortals when going through the transference are often rebirthed within these alters as they are given life once more, it is best to show respect to these shrines as they are essential to a Nephilims horde, respect it by offering it a gift or a prayer of draconic words. The Stance of the Burning Assembly. The Burning Assembly provides a certain position for each and all of the followers of the goodly and needed cause, a place where the Chosen Nephilim of the Azdromothian flock can converse with one another. As of recent times, the dragonkin has been found to be scarce, weak, and in truth a pitiful and feeble state, thus we must fortify our own position, our own grounds. The burning assembly shall aid in this endeavor as we use old ways and new ways to enhance the dream, to not only solidify his position but as well as our own. THE PRECEPTS OF THE BURNING CONSULT; Thus it is decreed, O’ Children; you shall not harm another, or act against another that is Mine Chosen. O’ Children; you shall not steal from one another. O’ Children; you shall work together, but discourse one another. For secrets are held when voices are not shared. O’ Children; if you have contempt with one that is Mine Chosen. The Assembly will decide the fate of both wrongdoer and the wronged. O’ Children; you must abide by the laws, for if a law is shattered so too shall we shatter them. O’ Children; you shall impart knowledge, wisdom and teach one another. The Assembly’s lexicon is a shared one, and to reject the idea is to reject the Assembly. The Assembly Prevails. O’ Children; you shall not commit acts of sacrilege, for such is blasphemy to Mine. O’ Children; you shall oppose the darkness. Yet so shall we oppose the light. For, the flames of Mine do not discern between the two and thus are repelled equally. O’ Children; you shall not allow rumors or lies to part from their tongue, as the draconic tongue is fit only for the truth. O’ Children; you will not discuss with the enemy, or spoil a foe in secrets of the assembly or its associates. O’ Children; draw not your blade upon the ill and frail, but upon those who would prey. Protect innocence as it was once your beginning as it will be your end. O’ Children; you shall pay respect to the fallen; no matter if hated or loved in life. O’ Children; no blood will be spilled on the grounds of Holy sites, unless it is willed or made desire; or made with the sanctity of War. O’ Children; you shall not walk the forbidden chambers; the one of bells and the black rooms. For they are secret places, and great spirits lay there. Some have forgotten their names, and will steal yours. They say those who tread the Black-Rooms never leave, and their very shadow ceases to be of their own. O’ Children; you forever shall bear the fruits of Peace as you will with War. Let yourself be made ready to die, in the protection of the sacred sites and in the name of Mine. Let yourself become a weapon - let your soul burn, and wash away all inequity. O’ Children; you shall not expose the identity of a draziman, or a herald if they are on a mission of operations or anything alike, or at all. O’ Children; as the race of dragons is sacred, let you not give harm to them if but in the quelling of bleak corruption or for the safety of our kin. Customs & Traditions. Draconic Names It is well known that Draconic names are granted to those who have emerged from ash before they tread the burning path of brimstone; their name is essential depending on what. - A draconic name can be anything, yet the meaning is what counts. The meaning is often an old memory of the self, or a destiny waiting to unravel itself. Though one's origins are irrelevant as they join the brood of Azdromoth and their mortal self is left in the ashes. The Draconic name signifies their rebirth and that they take on a ‘new’ identity as they are bestowed a name born of draconic tongue, as they are gifted their new state of being as the old is no more. Hoards The Dragonkin emulate their goodly father in a number of ways through their intrinsic inborn desire to gather wealth and horde it. Whether it is a physical object or knowledge; all things can link themselves to the Nephilim's desire. The Nephilims horde can start from the most boring and basic trinkets to absolute supreme artifacts from bygone days of yore. The dragonkin are known to style their hordes of treasure and relics to that of their former-self’s identity. An Azdrazi who was once a noble knight might fashion his horde with various weaponry, a soldier hoarding trophies of a long since past war. Yet on the other hand an artist reborn might accumulate tapestries, tools for craftsmanship and other works of art. Weaponry The Azdrazi’s weapon is not simply a ‘tool’ used to spill blood and settle feuds, it is the very extension of their self which is bound by their draconic ichor; their soul is anchored to the very steel they use. This is quite both literal and figurative as they undergo the sacred rite of rebirth. It is ought they forge a weapon thereafter, a weapon crafted with such arduous effort as they dress the steel in dragonsflame. Let the make of their weapon be like a poem that is written; and let its use be another art, the one of song. For there is a particular art in War - as there is one of battle. But there is a lesser known art; the one of knowing precisely when the sword should leave the sheath, and when it should return. But there is one adage, living even in the minds of men; that the sword should never leave the sheath, if it does not intend to return red. Murals, Texts & Honoring the Fallen Knowledge is sacred to all dragonkin, as is it to azdrazi as they gulp down the wonders of the world and its secrets, it is known that Azdrazi preserve records of the elder past kin, to revere those who trod the path before them, to remember yet not to follow. - Addicted to the idea of ‘what’ came before, it is near tradition for Azdrazi to clone this as they commemorate those ancient things by writing texts, safeguarding them, constructing great statues, or carving out sacred mural texts that will not wither away. A way to depict how the ancient lived, as stories are told from the murals. Ash It is usual for Azdrazi to honor the fallen, whether it be a foe or ally, all are given the opportunity to redeem themselves, even in death. Thus those who may have been struck down by our own are to be shown praise. It is often that Azdrazi will go out of their way to collect the remains of a person, then bring them to a holy place to burn the corpse, until naught but ash is left, for the ash is real, it is pure. The ash is then placed into an urn where they can add it to their horde or construct a memorial for it to bestow upon them respect and the last speck of dignity. The treatment of ash is sacred and such will be honored. Rok Nardin - Chasing the Dream (Really Slow Motion) Draconic Belief & Standards. The draconic soul unlike man is not finite, it is open to a wide range of perspectives and a near-infinite grasp on the futility of man, as they sup upon the nutrition that is left before them. They know and understand honour of ‘duty’ as it seals their burning heart like bitter-cold-steel, the iron duty to revere and love their beloved father. Some view the Titan as the Herald of the apocalypse, bringer of death and fear. A mere pawn in Iblees’s game, yet we the Nephilim his sons will never see him for that warped thing, for it is fallacy. For whence we remember he blew across the lands as a mountain for that we know him as. - King Of Kings, Arch-Drakaar, Giver of names, Giver of Flame, Father of Giants, True Heir to Dragur, and First Born. In his flight we the Nephilim will sing songs of his reign, his days shall be long and his majesty is deserving of praise, as man honour Horen so do we honour Azdromoth. The Azdrazi’s duty is eternal, akin to the fire that lives within them, the duty to serve and DO is the lasting gift that all are sworn to. The duty to protect the sons of Horen and their ideals, the duty to embrace the Titans dream. Yet in their wake, death is an essential part of life, death for Azdrazi as rare as it is, is known to happen. Yet when it does as they return to the coils of the earth. We will not weep for them, and we will not view it as a tragedy worth mourning instead we shall exalt and glorify those who have reached the end. Yet this does not go only for our siblings yet all draconic creatures, so with their remains let us not wear their corpses as armor, instead, let us use it to enact its sweet duty once more as a blade. The Azdrazi strongly believe in their puissant father for it is he alone that can carry the world atop his wings, it is his right of birth, no faltering prophecy, no fate will be our fall, for that is our way. Since the birth of our people (dragonkin as a whole) we have shattered prophecy and escaped fate. Those who promise ‘power’ and bestow it upon normals such as the cretin Xan, Xan does not desire order; he desires to control hankering at the idea as he craves to wrap the blinding lights of bondage upon his dogs. For that he is the greatest deceiver, a wicked usurper, a great pretender. So oh hear me o’ brothers old and new, let us continue to defy the odds, the circumstances, let us tread where none would dare, fly where none have thought, and let the Azdromothian flock be heard as the shepherd leads the people. We will not be denied our rights, our duty, and our love for another, and our time is soon. None shall stand in our way, no cursed light-bearer or no trifling worshiper of undead and decay, if there is a wall that cannot be climbed the wall shall topple. It has as well been recorded in ancient textbooks and the like, and something we shall attempt to endorse as a customary standard is when petty feuds cannot be settled with the power of the draconic tongue. It shall be settled through steel and blood, only then with nothing but MIGHT, the champion will be correct in his endeavor and by such he will speak the truth over the defeated. Us Dragonkin unique in our design hold very few flaws, we cuddle with the idea of freedom, and we flirt with knowledge and invention and its perspective. I understand much, I understand the darkness and the light. - I understand the duty of mine people and I will preserve such duty, look unto my eyes, look and see my dream the glorious renowned -ASIOTH- So many are too distracted, too fickle to even notice the chains fastened to them. Yet I have scrutinized for long and hard, studied and judged the chains. I know who linked them together and then wrapped them upon you, yet in truth we are all in bondage each of us a slave. But at least I am aware, at least I am sentient, and I reject the known dogma at all costs. So will you. Freedom is embedded within us, it allows us to move, live and speak freely so let us rejoice and revel in our glory until our chains fall loose. HEED MY WORDS, FOR IT IS DECREE AND THE LAW IS THINE. TOGETHER WE WILL GRASP THE CHAINS OVER A LONG VICTORY. AND THEY WILL SHATTER, CRUMBLE THEN BLOW AWAY. THIS IS BUT ONE STEP. Ancient Dragon Reverence. “Lead us from the darkness, O’ my Lord. Fill our hearts with fire, so we may walk your shining path. Azdromoth, yours is the light in our eyes, the fire in our hearts, the heat in our loins. Yours is the sun that warms our days, yours the stars that guard us in the dark of night. Chiefest of Dragons, defend us. Lord of the Sky, protect us. Azdromoth, who gave us flame, we thank you. Azdromoth, who gave us life anew, we thank you. We thank you for the flame that warms us. We thank you for the skies that watch us. We thank you for our hearts and for our torches, that may pave the way for your eternal reign.” - Azdrazi Hymn of Anointment “All hail, First Born, Giver of Flame, Father of Giants, Protector of The Faithful, Long shall be his reign.” - Azdrazi Prayer of Beckoning “Feel the embrace of fire and rejoice. You are free at last prisoner of flesh. Let his purifying embrace take you in whole. Bring to this one your pure kiss. Free the sinners from their torment. Hail Azdromoth, Lord of Dragons and bringer of flame.” -Azdrazi Chant of Revelry “Glory to the first-born, when he glides across the sky knowing that it shall become night, glory to our promised emperor, his scales bleed a pungent smoke that will choke the air, he will bare the mantle as his wings flare.” - The Song of Azli The Final. So hear me brothers, sisters old and new. Let us adopt standards that we can call our own, let us not scavenge from the history of our siblings let us make our own, in ours, we shall hath no rival, no cuckold lion who begs and demands control and claims it as ‘order’ the Great deceiver will not blind us. Let us not allow the undead and their wicked grasp to corrupt our heart and turn it cold for we will resist. Together we will become stronger, we will unite under the one, the only one which is the First-Born and we will match our enemies, each and all as we decipher their truths from lies with time, thus it is made decree we know our father and what he stands for, the fair king, the merciful King. A Z D R O M O T H Blest be his name, our wings will sprout as we tread the air before us, we march upon the clouds and soak them red until they bleed into the earth and a grand new regime comes to reign. Whereas the First and only firstborn will save us from the plight that will doom us, his offering of bliss will be bestowed to each and all as none will dare oppose us. For even a lion stricken with his ego knows not to dare step into the dragon's lair. TOGETHER OUR WORTH SHALL BE TESTED AND PROVED. NONE SHALL STAND BEFORE US, FOR WE STAND BEFORE THEM. WE WILL SUP UPON A S I O T H, WE WILL KNOW FREEDOM. WE WILL DIGEST KNOWLEDGE LIKE FINE WINE, WE WILL KNOW OF ITS GRAPE. ALL HAIL THE FAIR TITAN, THE GOODLY TITAN; OUR MERCIFUL KING. A Z D R O M O T H Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire FIRE Fire Fire Fire [!] As you reach the last of the pages fashioned in draconic text, you notice the rest of the pages blank - though threatening to be filled by some sorcery. The answers to the questions you may have about the dragonkin are revealed within; https://www.lordofthecraft.net/forums/topic/216715-settling-the-draconic-question/ FOR THOSE WHO WOULD SEEK FIRE; Those enamoured by the draconic race, and the sweet murmurs of Azdromoth and his kin are taken one night by a strange dream; [Spoiler] OUT OF CHARACTER : The Azdrazi community is reforming yet again. We’ve had a good roll recently, and are always looking for new players to get involved. Of course, we want new players to be able to join fluently, and with as little OOC maneuvering as possible. Nonetheless, and based on the “For those who would seek fire” portion found above, do reach out to us so we can establish an interaction ! You may reach us at: Discord kindEmperor#7075

A certain Nephilim sat alone in its vast stygian chambers, stuck in the no-seeing darkness only that of its fervent flame which beat kept him warm, sufficient; allowed him to glimpse as it complicated alone a smile crept over its face

An honorable Von Draco, clad in the steel bestowed upon him from the other exalted warriors of the human family, mused idly as he studied, judged, and tasted the flames that flicked from the burning building - Returning shortly to Adria triumphally

A Von Draco fashioned in the steel of his forebearers donned with knightly armor watched across the lands of Adria, sword wavering within his grasp as the sun shined bright on his blade. He smiled beneath his helm ready to serve as a guard under GOD, his name styled in the belief to protect the goodly men and women of Adria.

A Von Draco fashioned in the steel of his forebearers donned with knightly armor watched across the lands of Adria, sword wavering within his grasp as the sun shined bright on his blade. He smiled beneath his helm ready to serve as a guard under GOD, his name styled in the belief to protect the goodly men and women of Adria.

A certain Nephilim had tucked away the estoric book, savoring and guarding the written contents of his favored; now dreaming brother the An-Gho.

A certain Nephilim locked in its vast chambers stuck in the lost rooms that so many long dreamt of witnessing, he supped upon the nutrition of asioth, his feeble finite mind gulping down on the wonders of the world. Lost within in his mind as he dug at the walls, drawing with such addiction. Its fixated eyes so yearned to create art in such a meticulous fashion, before it had erupted into volcanic laughter weeping embers parting from its maw as a circlet of flame enveloped his form, the thing then began to stand a canticle of embers sung, bells clanged and charmed with a lively melody. "From root to stem, no honor will be found in slavery." It whispered unto itself, none would hear as the words found themselves hollow, empty; shallow without cause.

*runs through the dungeon, kills various BOSSES, and gets an astonishing FIVE mina, n loads of people be happy