Darkness and echoes
In times long past. When the world was young and
bright, magnificent dragons soared through the skies on great wings.
There was peace and all creatures lived together in harmony
with the undying dragons as advisors to kings and queens alike.
Guardians they were, of sorcery, knowledge and secrets transcending life itself.
All other races bended their knees to the will of the dragons and even the most bitter foes
would become the closest of companions should the dragons demand it.
But…power corrupts and absolute power does indeed corrupt absolutely.
The dragons became arrogant viewing themselves as gods and delved deeper and deeper
into the depths of depravity, experimenting with new ways to control and to harness
the very spark of life itself.
And so, on a fateful day…it all went wrong.
The dragons, in their blind arrogance unleashed sorceries upon the world, sorceries
that should never have been used.
The spells created storms of liquid fire that ravaged the world, wiping out anything they touched.
The very mountains shook and fell and at the end there were but two races left; the few dragons that
had been lucky enough to escape the flames and draconic race of bipedal lizards, more akin to gargoyles than dragons.
Together, the withering remnants of the two races try desperately to keep the embers of
But the flame of life has left this world long ago.
Soon it shall all go dark and nothing but darkness and echoes shall remain…