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THE END A Tale of Draakopf Doomforged; The Bane of Urguan [Draakopf standing beside Azdromoth before The Father took flight.] “From stone to scale, my wings are torn, A song of death do I sing. A curse to fear, a rite to mourn, Love not the pain I bring. Splendor to dust, my soul forlorn, We are your fallen kings. But now we die, to be reborn, When Aenguls clip our wings.” The Book of Dragons - Era Unknown The age of the Dragon had finally ended within Urguan as the blades of The Brightiron Prince came to clash with that of The Grand King’s own. . . Such a fate had been decided by The God’s many moons before and it would be they who were so absolute in their omniscience as the bore witness to The Ashen One’s destined death. [Draakopf faces down Bakir before their swords cross one final time.] “I am ash. To ash I will return.” -Draakopf Brightiron As Ebrietas incandescence shone ‘pon that of Kal’Darakaan and its humble folk, so too did a wretched force stir in the dank caverns of Urguan’s under-realm. . . Eyes like embers smouldering with a certain fury within the shadows conjured a feeling in the air that night. Foreordained by the dragon himself, The King, The Prophet and He, The Dragon would be intertwined in their fates. And so, both dark dwarves of Azdromoth would set out on their hunt for the Goldmask, but alas it would be the Scion of Yemekar who would instead meet the wrath of Draakopf Doomforged. The sound of thunder erupted within the Hall of Fire and a stygian steed rendered sooner than expected into their line of sight. . . Unbeknownst to Norli’s faithful servant it was his final moments of life for soon did Bloodbane cleave his head from his shoulders. Blood runneth through the streets and thy Prophet had been sundered to the depths of Kal’Darakaan by the vehemence of Draakopf Doomforged. Though, had it not been for the Hero, Bakir ‘Orcs Blood’ Ireheart so too would have Norli draw his last breath at the hand of The Dragon. And so, as The King and The Herald sundered from the falls in a blaze of glory it would be the Gods with which their fate had lain. Lifelessly did Draakopf’s corpse recoil upon the rocks below. . . Yet, A King arose; The Hero of Urguan was this monarch whomst had seemingly given his life to vanquish the Black Scourge of Urguan. And as he stood, so too would he loft the Sacred Spear of Draakopf Brightiron triumphantly. . . The Dragon had been slain. [A litany of scattered historical texts recovered by Draakopf during The Herald King’s search for draconic artifice.] [Such texts would have been left to Brankhyn Doomforged and solely him, so the following is IRP knowledge only.] “It was with great ardor that He (Azdromoth) brought his gaze down unto the creature that was scorned… The child, once a man, had been born again in the embers of the Nameless One, urged now to create more progeny for the Black Titan. A gift granted to Man under the fabled banner of Horen, a gift squandered - falling into disuse with the coming of the decrepit Eldari. To make things right, the firstborn of the Titan’s progeny wrought his powerful knuckles around her horns with fury, shattering them like handlebars and casting the former Elf Giantess to the ground with a forceful heave of his arms. Azdromoth basked in the glory of the triumph; Man had overcome the Eldari, and had proven the will of the Nephilim to be resolute.” The Book of Epochs “To my grandson.”
