Year 0001
The Landing of Dragonlord Aureus
The air was heavy with ashes. Aureus’s daughter and son were burning out the native heathens from their last stronghold, as the army of refugees he’d taken from Homeland looked on.
He breathed deeply.
Finally. He could relax, let his guard down. The natives had nearly obliterated them, strange sorceries drowning their ships and slaying dragons in the sky. His own wife had died first.
She’d been in scales, diving upon a fearless band of savages. A gesture from the leader, and her flames had died in her throat. Her scales had been taken after her death, her skull hacked off to make a trophy. Aureus had ordered their heads removed after they were flayed.
The melting castle of the savages would burn a few hours more, but his children were finished. No survivors remained.
“What now, my lord?” A guard asked. Once he’d punish such brazen questioning, but no more. He’d seen too much to let something so simple bother him. Every man and woman amongst them had earned the right to survive.
“We build. We live. We die. And we forget,” the Dragonlord said, as his children landed. In a flash of fire they were in human shape once more.
He, for one, would never forget.
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The year is 1300. From the Dragonkeep to the Seven Fortresses, tension is in the air as King Jaelics, Third of His Name, grows older. His heir, Princess Elaen, contends with her younger twin brother, Jaecerion the Sun Prince, for the favor of the mighty lords of Visf.
You are the younger sons and daughters of King Jaelics and Queen Baelia. The Royal Family has always had the power of dragons, the ability to become a fire-breathing monster. You have the blood of Dragonlords.
Through centuries of warfare and infighting, the Dragons have been united. Not so now. Civil war is on the horizon, and the peace so carefully cultivated by five kings is at an end.
Dragons
True dragons typically come into their second form somewhere between early childhood and adolescence. Triggers vary by individual for reasons no one quite understands. One is either born a dragon or isn't. There's no way to become one later on if it's just not in you. Dragonlords are blessed with supernatural beauty for the most part, as well as generally good health. They have golden or silver eyes.
The dragon shape itself grows with you at a consistent rate. The dragons have two legs, two wings, and black teeth and bones. Their flames grow hotter with age, and eventually can melt stone.
The only things that can survive the flames of transformation are made from dragons. Clothes and armor are made of scale, weapons of unbreakable dragonbone. The strength of the dragonbone blades are said to increase the power of the dragon who wields them.
Characters
King Jaelics
The White King. In human shape he is balding, with a long beard and the simple dragonbone crown of his ancestors on his head. Old and pale, with pink wings, he is tired of rule. He would rather give himself up to his scales and leave the realm to its fate, but his sense of duty stops him. He is the eldest dragon of his generation, capable of swallowing a mammoth.
Queen Baelia
The Red Queen. She is the matriarch of the family, a fierce and cunning woman. She supports Elaen. Her scales are red, and in human shape she stands tall and proud.
Prince Myos
The Wayfarer, brother of the king. He was thought lost at sea, but he has made his way back to the Obsidian Palace. He is an older man, but still strong. His scales are gleaming purple, and his wings are edged with steely blue-gray. He prefers Faircourt to the Obsidian Palace or the Dragonkeep.
Princess Elaen
The She-Dragon. The rightful heir of Visf, she is a warrior to the bone. The Princess is of a length with her twin brother, which infuriated her constantly. Elaen has four sons, and is pregnant with a fifth child. She is married to Prince Consort Chaerls, a black-scaled dragonlord. Her scales are green-yellow, like rancid butter.
Prince Archiold
Son of Elaen, a fierce warrior and bold knight. He is brilliant red.
Prince Miron
Son of Elaen, a diplomatic boy. Black scaled.
Prince Haerion
Son of Elaen, shy and gentle. Bronze.
Prince Jaelics
Son of Elaen, barely old enough to gain his wings. Steely gray, slashed with electrum.
Prince Jaecerion
The Sun Prince. A patron of the arts, a reader and dancer, Jaece (as he is known) is the most beloved of the Princes and Princesses. He is exceptionally fair, and women of many cities throw themselves at him. For his part, he is only focused on his ‘boyhood companion’, Jon Kerys. Jaece is golden in his scales, and dwells at Faircourt. He desires the Throne.
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A little intrigue/warfare roleplay I made. Basically, you either support Princess Elaen or Prince Jaecerion for the throne.
The Landing of Dragonlord Aureus
The air was heavy with ashes. Aureus’s daughter and son were burning out the native heathens from their last stronghold, as the army of refugees he’d taken from Homeland looked on.
He breathed deeply.
Finally. He could relax, let his guard down. The natives had nearly obliterated them, strange sorceries drowning their ships and slaying dragons in the sky. His own wife had died first.
She’d been in scales, diving upon a fearless band of savages. A gesture from the leader, and her flames had died in her throat. Her scales had been taken after her death, her skull hacked off to make a trophy. Aureus had ordered their heads removed after they were flayed.
The melting castle of the savages would burn a few hours more, but his children were finished. No survivors remained.
“What now, my lord?” A guard asked. Once he’d punish such brazen questioning, but no more. He’d seen too much to let something so simple bother him. Every man and woman amongst them had earned the right to survive.
“We build. We live. We die. And we forget,” the Dragonlord said, as his children landed. In a flash of fire they were in human shape once more.
He, for one, would never forget.
__________________
The year is 1300. From the Dragonkeep to the Seven Fortresses, tension is in the air as King Jaelics, Third of His Name, grows older. His heir, Princess Elaen, contends with her younger twin brother, Jaecerion the Sun Prince, for the favor of the mighty lords of Visf.
You are the younger sons and daughters of King Jaelics and Queen Baelia. The Royal Family has always had the power of dragons, the ability to become a fire-breathing monster. You have the blood of Dragonlords.
Through centuries of warfare and infighting, the Dragons have been united. Not so now. Civil war is on the horizon, and the peace so carefully cultivated by five kings is at an end.
Dragons
True dragons typically come into their second form somewhere between early childhood and adolescence. Triggers vary by individual for reasons no one quite understands. One is either born a dragon or isn't. There's no way to become one later on if it's just not in you. Dragonlords are blessed with supernatural beauty for the most part, as well as generally good health. They have golden or silver eyes.
The dragon shape itself grows with you at a consistent rate. The dragons have two legs, two wings, and black teeth and bones. Their flames grow hotter with age, and eventually can melt stone.
The only things that can survive the flames of transformation are made from dragons. Clothes and armor are made of scale, weapons of unbreakable dragonbone. The strength of the dragonbone blades are said to increase the power of the dragon who wields them.
Characters
King Jaelics
The White King. In human shape he is balding, with a long beard and the simple dragonbone crown of his ancestors on his head. Old and pale, with pink wings, he is tired of rule. He would rather give himself up to his scales and leave the realm to its fate, but his sense of duty stops him. He is the eldest dragon of his generation, capable of swallowing a mammoth.
Queen Baelia
The Red Queen. She is the matriarch of the family, a fierce and cunning woman. She supports Elaen. Her scales are red, and in human shape she stands tall and proud.
Prince Myos
The Wayfarer, brother of the king. He was thought lost at sea, but he has made his way back to the Obsidian Palace. He is an older man, but still strong. His scales are gleaming purple, and his wings are edged with steely blue-gray. He prefers Faircourt to the Obsidian Palace or the Dragonkeep.
Princess Elaen
The She-Dragon. The rightful heir of Visf, she is a warrior to the bone. The Princess is of a length with her twin brother, which infuriated her constantly. Elaen has four sons, and is pregnant with a fifth child. She is married to Prince Consort Chaerls, a black-scaled dragonlord. Her scales are green-yellow, like rancid butter.
Prince Archiold
Son of Elaen, a fierce warrior and bold knight. He is brilliant red.
Prince Miron
Son of Elaen, a diplomatic boy. Black scaled.
Prince Haerion
Son of Elaen, shy and gentle. Bronze.
Prince Jaelics
Son of Elaen, barely old enough to gain his wings. Steely gray, slashed with electrum.
Prince Jaecerion
The Sun Prince. A patron of the arts, a reader and dancer, Jaece (as he is known) is the most beloved of the Princes and Princesses. He is exceptionally fair, and women of many cities throw themselves at him. For his part, he is only focused on his ‘boyhood companion’, Jon Kerys. Jaece is golden in his scales, and dwells at Faircourt. He desires the Throne.
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A little intrigue/warfare roleplay I made. Basically, you either support Princess Elaen or Prince Jaecerion for the throne.