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[b]Name:[/b] The Calemviri Mountains

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[b]Description:[/b] Legends speak of a time long before the great empires of the golden age stretched across the land, when dragons ruled the world. Their kingdoms were great, their wars were terrible, and the shadows they cast as they flew above the land were said to have blotted out the sun and engulfed all below in darkness. A race of early humanoids whose original name was lost to the sands of time revered these beasts as gods and served them with unwavering loyalty. Legend has it that a dragon named Kobol, who was said to be gifted in now long lost arts of magic, rewarded the loyalty of these humanoids by remaking them in the image of their masters and then renamed them after himself. But unlike the newly named kobolds, the other humanoid races did not enjoy living under the rule of their draconic overlords.

According to legend, the resentment and unrest caused by the dragons' rule eventually came to a head, and the humanoid races of the world rose against the dragons and their kobold lackeys. The war was long and fierce, though the dragons themselves did little fighting at the start. Seeing putting down the rebellion as beneath them, they sent their kobold legions out to fight instead despite the fact that they could have handled the rebellion much faster. This would prove to be a disastrous mistake on the dragons' part that would eventually lead to their defeat. The dragons' decision to delegate the war to their Kobold minions gave the rebellion enough time to develop a trump card against which not even the mightiest of dragons could hold their own. After that, the dragons who did not go into hiding were eventually hunted down and killed.

And so it was that the war ended. And while the dragons fled into the darkness, the now free people of the world stepped into a glorious new age. An age of rediscovery, of great advancement, of vast empires that spanned entire continents. But eventually, it turned to and age of complacency, of decadence, and eventually of decay and collapse. Once mighty empires began to fall, their glories lost and their secrets forgotten. And as the last great empire came crashing down, leaving behind nothing but petty kingdoms and burying the last of that which ended the dragons' rule and the knowledge of how to make it, ancient beasts long thought dead began to stir.

While many had believed that the return of the dragons would be the beginning of the end, that was not the case. The dragons of the modern day mostly just keep to themselves, ruling over domains as petty as any mortal ruler's and sending out their kobolds during the summer to raid other lands for food and gold. The amount of dragons present varies from continent to continent. But as for the Sunrise Lands, only 1 dragon makes their lair within the continent's borders.

The few accounts that exist of Calemvir, after whom the mountain range he lives in is named, describe him as a particularly lazy beast who spends most of his time sleeping on his hoard and ordering his kobold minions to deal with intruders rather than kill them himself, although he has been known to step in if the intruders attack him or try to take some of his treasure. Most of his (Or more appropriately, his kobolds') interactions with the wider world usually involve the elven kingdom of Môrogoed. Due to the fact that the Calemviri Mountains is the source of a river that flows through Môrogoed, kobolds will usually raft downstream during the summer time to attack riverside settlements for meat and gold to feed their draconic master and increase the size of his hoard respectively.
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