"When such men, who are beyond hope and fear, begin in their dim minds to see the source their woes, it may be an evil time for those who have wronged them. The weak man becomes strong when he has nothing, for then only can he feel the wild, mad thrill of despair."
At the moment of birth, each human has a splinter of the essence of a celestial being bonded to them, and this essence fragment is given the form of a dragon. The dragon grows with the human, learning as they learn, growing as they grow. The size and power of the dragon is limited only by the human it is bonded to, a conjunction of physical, spiritual and mental strength of the human affects all about the dragon as well as the two are opposite sides of the same coin. The two souls are intertwined each half of a complete whole, but if one dies the other does not perish as well. They continue to exist, though something will always feel missing to the survivor and this can lead to insanity or worse.
With such great power in the hands of each individual the world has somehow come to a state of peace, there are no great wars, there is no genocide or mass destruction. Almost all souls live in a state that can be perceived as peace and harmony under the rule of their beloved emperor. None but those who live in the outlands, those who rebel against the iron rule from the golden throne remember the path of bloodshed that was left by the man as he took power for himself, all that matters to most now is that peace has come and the military is there to protect it. Those who rage at the reign of the undying tyrant seek solace in the places no other will travel. Most have become members or started tribes and have regressed to a more primal state that is in touch with nature more than their city dwelling brethren. Whether it is their nature, or this bond they have with the land the dragons of these people seem larger and more ferocious than any seen before.
Though there is a state of peace right now the world is not in balance, and each time the world has become like this a legend is once more realized. History has shown that there are two dragons that are like no other, they are unique and are given to those who are born with a destiny to change the face of the world. One is Tiamat, the five headed chromatic dragon, a fierce and destructive being that craves dominance over all. Tiamat's raw power and ability over magic is tremendous and this dragons sheer aura alone can cause those who are lesser beings to grovel and serve before it's might. The other is Bahamut, the platinum dragon, the titled king of dragons. This dragon has a noble and kind spirit, one that lives by a strict code of honor, and is the guardian of light. It is said that when these two spirits exist in the world at the same time, it is ravaged by war and torn asunder by their titanic battles in the struggle between light and dark.
The last time Tiamat had awakened to any form of power the world had fallen under a hundred years of darkness before the warrior of Bahamut still young and untried rose up from the shadows, throwing off the oppression of the great beast. Their battle destroyed kingdoms leaving rubble and flame in their wake and in the end the warrior stood with his friends against the older monster, a small flickering candle against a sea of shadow. The final battle was five friends standing shoulder to shoulder against an army of evil until at last only Bahamut and Tiamat stood and all others had fallen. Broken, battered and weary the last warrior of light stood against his fresh and uninjured opponent and for a moment his heart knew despair. She stood before him in all her terrible majesty and beauty, the former priestess known as Tyr. She was once his love, they had plans together to spend all eternity together until her darkest secret was revealed, that she was the one chosen by Tiamat. Now they stood before each other once more, fate having torn their love asunder just as their war had done to the land and yet still, still he wished to enwrap her in his arms and hold her until the end of time. Involuntarily his hand reached out towards her "Tyr... is this our fate? Isn't being human, having the choice to choose your own destiny?" He could see the indecision in her face as the two behemoths battled in the air above them and he took another step towards her letting his sword hang at his side "I still dream of the times we had together... The memories flash through my subconscious mind, but when I try to grasp them, they slip away like so much smoke. Tell me why we must destroy each other, why are we fated to do so?"
Tears were rolling down her cheeks as he embraced her in his arms, his heart only wanting to keep her safe and never harm her. It was then that she struck, taking advantage of his love for her the dagger slipped between his armor blades and buried deep in his gut causing him to gasp in pain. Looking down dumbfounded he saw the blade protruding from his body and blood bubbled up staining his lips. As he felt his strength begin to leave his limbs his gaze went to the sky and the two dragons locked in their eternal struggle he then closed his eyes and accepted his fate. His grip tightened on the blade in his right hand and in a vicious swing, one that took the smug priestess of guard he cleaved the sword deep into her side almost splitting her in two even through her armor.
Dropping to his knees the young knight grabbed her limp form and held it as darkness enveloped him as well, the last thing his eyes saw in this world was the two dragons falling dead to the ground. With that the war had ended, no one knew the love that the two had held for each other before it had started, before fate had taken them and destroyed them with it's machinations. All was turned to legend and then soon forgotten by most and passed off as myth by the rest.
The current Emperor is a direct blood descendant of that hero of the war, it was his foothold into power, one which he used to his full advantage to take control of the empire and eventually the world. To stop a repeat of what has happened in the past each time a child is born with a five headed dragon or a platinum one they are both slain in their infancy in order to keep the peace. So that the kingdom can remain in it's stagnant state even innocent lives are sacrificed in the name of the Emperor, so that there will be no more war.
Yet now there are rumors that in the wild kingdom, in the lands few dare to travel there is a child, one born with a dragon of five colors, and perhaps once more the world will spiral down into war and bloodshed, for the tribes are gathering and their drums sound as their blood stirs. Angry voices call for the fall of the emperor, and they are gaining in strength and volume, yet only time will tell the tale of fate and destiny of this world
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Human: Humans are the dominant race of the world, being born with dragons they are very powerful, though the power is not inheriently theirs each human has the possibility of being a force unto themselves.
Beastmen: These are those who are of the tribes but have lost their dragons. Still their attachment to nature has granted them a bond with a new spirit one that replaces the dragon. These spirits of nature allow the human's to change form, but are not nearly as powerful as dragons, some can confer gifts such as flight upon their humans, and though powerful if they were to face a dragon in single combat it would be like a house cat fighting a mountain lion. The possibility exists for victory but it is slim.
Dragon-kin
The Dragonkin are a hybrid race that have risen due to unfortunate events causing both Dragon and Human to merge in order to survive a particular trial. The Dragonkin are considered to be outcasts by the Cthorak Empire and dwell mainly in the Badlands and a few clans are found in the Wildlands. Due to their time spent in the untamed lands, their connection to nature has grown strong, granting them the ability to hold a pure human and pure dragon form for small periods of time. Their usual look is of a human covered in scales, both hands and feet are claws, their mouth is elongated and they have small wings sprouting from their backs, not yet large enough to grant them much flight. Males can be determined from females by both the ridges along their backs, the male's follow all the way down to the tail and the females have crest at the top of their head and the ridges start again to follow the tail.
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1. The Cycle Rule: alrighty from now on each person only posts once per cycle a cycle ends after everyone has posted. If a person fails to post for three days after the last post then they shall be assumed to be inactive for this cycle. If a person does not wish to participate in this cycle then they can inform me and I'll let the others know so that the story can progress but at a controlled rate.
2. No god-modding, meta-gaming, etc. etc. I really hate it when people do that so keep things toned down please.
3. I think that's enough for the rules for now... I might have had more thought up but my brain is old and forgetful if I add more well then I add more.
