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Background:
Far back in time existed several mighty kingdoms each one wanted the power of Daragon. Though Daragon was a mighty dragon and knew the if he were to choose a side that all would end. The Kings and people knew that not a soul would ever rule over Daragon. So it was decided that he would be killed off and whichever kingdom killed him would be the ruling kingdom for all eternity. Although this was decided amongst the kings Daragon knew all to well the plans of human kind.

So he set off leaving his home in the mountains and headed for a large forest in the center of the kingdoms. Having chosen this area was wise for the fact nothing lived here anymore. All the animals had been hunted our chased away by war and flame. Such an ideal location was rare to come by and thus Daragon settled at the very heart. For he to held a plan like the many kingdoms and hunters.

Gradually as time passed and the mountains crawled with unsuccessful hunters, word had reached the kings of his new position. At that very moment every hunter, soldier, mercenary, and anyone else who searched the mountains traveled to the forest. Just as Daragon caught word of men moving into his woods, the great scaled dragon rose up. He blew his fiery breath down onto the forest, spread his wings, and went to flee the now burning forest. Flying over it the great dragon continued to burn the empty forest, and each tree continued to burn.

Within a days time the entire forest had burned to nothing more than ash. Each kingdom had then decided to give up on Daragon for he was far to powerful, and wise for them. Mankind had forsaken the thought of capturing a dragon. With a well earned victory Daragon remained in the burnt forest. The area saddened him and made him wish that it could all return to life. All the steel, and metal of man remained glimmering against the sunlight. Their armor, and bones remained as well but burned heavily. Releasing a sorrowful moan the dragon lay down at the heart of the once heavily forested land.

Shutting his eyes for what would be an eternity Daragon gave his body for the earth. Taking the sacrifice the earth swallowed the large scaled hide of Daragon whole. Within minutes everything returned to it's luscious state before man ruined the animal life, and Daragon burned the land. Trees now replaced ash and stumps, animals replaced all the bones, and metal. It was a thriving forest once more, although something strange had appeared in the recreation of the forest.

Where caves had been stood short, powerful, and wise of the earth humans. They would be called Dwarves so declared earth. Another group emerged as well this one sat atop trees, with wings of brown, and faces of beak and feather. The earth called them the Birdmen. Next another race stood proud, with long sharp ears, eyes of magic, and wisdom beyond humanity. They dubbed themselves the Elves. Lastly one more group arose from where Daragon had been swallowed. Each had the same distinct traits of two toes, three fingers, sharp ears like Elves, teeth that protruded from their mouths, and skin in shades of blue. The last group called themselves Trolls and took shelter in huts built with straw and sticks.

Now without humans entering in fear of Daragon still living, and their own wars going on these new races lived in peace. For one century these small groups called themselves The Clans and never grew in size. No war broke out, food was abundant, and water was clean. While humans had warred for years with scarce food, and limited resources. It was because of that earth rejected them making them foolish, causing them to die of famine, starting plaques, and even making them die younger. Humans were quick to die out and easily fell victim to their own wars. Of course Elves, Trolls, Beastmen, and Dwarves lived peacefully in their small little villages in Daragon Forest.

Earth and Daragon had led mankind to it's demise, and in their place created more races. Each one was imperfect in someway. So now our story takes place with the Human race removed from earth. Now all that remains are The Clans who live amongst each other in the same forest. Although small now their numbers grow and start to leave their villages in search of new homes. Now we leave it up to you to complete the story. Will you all end it with another war, or will you cause it to flourish despite racial differences?

Races:
Elves, wise, agile, keen hearing, and sight are but a few of the many traits of this group. They always seek for answers in the forests, and waters. A race mirroring the good of humans.

Trolls, mighty, swift, greedy, and power hungry. This race seeks power and nothing more answers for them are found in their blood rituals. Classes are formed, and power is divided. This is the one race that mirrors all the evils of humanity.

Dwarves, stocky, powerful, molders of steel, and miners of earth. Earth favored this race from the beginning for their brilliant use of it's metals. Unlike the humans Dwarves forged the metals into more useful gadgets. The only race that mirrors creativity in the humans perfectly.

Beastmen, free, unique, and gifted. This race holds the power of the dragon Daragon. He blessed all to follow his powerful rule, these creatures are the descendent's of Daragon, and are gifted for it. They take on the traits, and appearances of animals combined with that of the humans. In short they are part man, part beast. Although they act more like animals than any of the other three tribes.

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