Born From Fire Engulfed In Flame (Open)
Aug 31, 2015 3:08:28 GMT -7
Post by Adam on Aug 31, 2015 3:08:28 GMT -7
Every dragon alive knew the stories of the Hun’Drog, a vicious Fire Lord that existed ages ago, before the Lot’Prodaz, or Great Migration in the human tongue. The Hun’Drog was also known as Faal Kaal, or “The Champion” to the Fire Dragons, a mighty warrior that had purged the Dragon Nation of their most corrupt, and turned the Dragon Kingdom into the most powerful that it had ever been. Scores of dragons both revered and feared the return of the Hun’Drog, revered because many Fire Dragons saw him as their second coming. A warrior that would uplift them to glory again, and would lay waste to their enemies, be they god or mortal. The very word, “Hun’Drog” was the most honored title of the Dragons. It translated from the Ancient Tongue to mean, Hero-Lord. As to what happened to their hallowed Hero-Lord, was a source of myth for eons.
Many believed that he ascended to take fight against the other gods, in battle for their throne, which some Dragons believe that he still battles for today. Others believe that he was vanquished long ago by his foes, while others believe that he left on a noble pilgrimage to arm the strong and aid the weak against cruelty and injustice. The truth however, is never really as glorious as the tales told of the legend. Or, perhaps some legends simply go to sleep. Slumbering until they can return again to finally finish the legend. Many tried to keep the faith, and many abandoned faith that the Kruziik Hun’Drog would ever return.
Eons later…
When Dragon-kind had moved from their ancestral home and into the stars for a new home, what they unintentionally brought with them was a spell. This spell was ancient, and hand woven by the gods themselves to contain a being too powerful for even the deities to control. Had the gods used this spell on any other dragon, it would have the power to contain that dragon in-between the infinite realities. Never seen, nor heard, nor felt, this spell would trap a regular being in limbo for all eternity. However, the being that it was used on contained a power within that the gods had not seen since the dawn of time, itself. This was the power of Faal Kaal Samael, better known in legend as the Kruziik Hun’Drog, or as translated, the Ancient Hero-Lord. His will and dedication to his people was so strong that it focalized on the presence of the Dragon race, specifically of the Fire Clan. It was here, in the new home of the Dragons, where the fires of resurrection were burning their brightest.
Upon this harsh, unforgiving patch of badlands, pea gravel began rising up, from the smallest grain, to form into a singular mound that stood the size of a man, and oval shaped. Pieces of the mound began to flash red, as if it were metal and was struck by invisible lightning. More patches of red began to flash against the vertical, oval shaped mound. Bright red at first, and then the patches that were present illuminated a dim-red color as the flash went away from that particular spot. Soon, the flashes began erupting flames from within the mound, as if a chemical reaction was happening on the inside to cause random patches of spontaneous combustion. Before too long, the mound of rock was blanketed in fire, and not long after that, the fiery mound went up in a loud explosion, but it was not the explosion itself that attracted the ear of every dragon in every corner of the planet, but instead, it was the sound of a man roaring from within the flames.
The fires consumed any and all life in the immediate area. Those creatures with a natural immunity to the fires of the land, soon found themselves nothing more than a cinder in comparison to what once stood. The only thing left alive within the area was a being that stood where the mound once stood for a few short moments. He wore armor that looked as if it had seen countless battles, yet had a sturdiness to it that made it look almost brand new. It was smooth, almost as if it were forged by bare hands, a feat that would be impossible for even the hardiest of blacksmith. His eyes were almost pitch black in color however, there was also a red hue within his eyes too. If one looked close enough, they could swear that it was real fire within those eyes.
While he remained standing in place, his eyes quickly scanned the area. His stone face had the signs of weariness and confusion on them, but his stance, and now, movements he made as he walked from the crater he once stood in, showed signs of fatigue. Yet, the dragon did not falter, nor did he stop to catch a breath. His entire being was exalted with purpose.
Many believed that he ascended to take fight against the other gods, in battle for their throne, which some Dragons believe that he still battles for today. Others believe that he was vanquished long ago by his foes, while others believe that he left on a noble pilgrimage to arm the strong and aid the weak against cruelty and injustice. The truth however, is never really as glorious as the tales told of the legend. Or, perhaps some legends simply go to sleep. Slumbering until they can return again to finally finish the legend. Many tried to keep the faith, and many abandoned faith that the Kruziik Hun’Drog would ever return.
Eons later…
When Dragon-kind had moved from their ancestral home and into the stars for a new home, what they unintentionally brought with them was a spell. This spell was ancient, and hand woven by the gods themselves to contain a being too powerful for even the deities to control. Had the gods used this spell on any other dragon, it would have the power to contain that dragon in-between the infinite realities. Never seen, nor heard, nor felt, this spell would trap a regular being in limbo for all eternity. However, the being that it was used on contained a power within that the gods had not seen since the dawn of time, itself. This was the power of Faal Kaal Samael, better known in legend as the Kruziik Hun’Drog, or as translated, the Ancient Hero-Lord. His will and dedication to his people was so strong that it focalized on the presence of the Dragon race, specifically of the Fire Clan. It was here, in the new home of the Dragons, where the fires of resurrection were burning their brightest.
Upon this harsh, unforgiving patch of badlands, pea gravel began rising up, from the smallest grain, to form into a singular mound that stood the size of a man, and oval shaped. Pieces of the mound began to flash red, as if it were metal and was struck by invisible lightning. More patches of red began to flash against the vertical, oval shaped mound. Bright red at first, and then the patches that were present illuminated a dim-red color as the flash went away from that particular spot. Soon, the flashes began erupting flames from within the mound, as if a chemical reaction was happening on the inside to cause random patches of spontaneous combustion. Before too long, the mound of rock was blanketed in fire, and not long after that, the fiery mound went up in a loud explosion, but it was not the explosion itself that attracted the ear of every dragon in every corner of the planet, but instead, it was the sound of a man roaring from within the flames.
The fires consumed any and all life in the immediate area. Those creatures with a natural immunity to the fires of the land, soon found themselves nothing more than a cinder in comparison to what once stood. The only thing left alive within the area was a being that stood where the mound once stood for a few short moments. He wore armor that looked as if it had seen countless battles, yet had a sturdiness to it that made it look almost brand new. It was smooth, almost as if it were forged by bare hands, a feat that would be impossible for even the hardiest of blacksmith. His eyes were almost pitch black in color however, there was also a red hue within his eyes too. If one looked close enough, they could swear that it was real fire within those eyes.
While he remained standing in place, his eyes quickly scanned the area. His stone face had the signs of weariness and confusion on them, but his stance, and now, movements he made as he walked from the crater he once stood in, showed signs of fatigue. Yet, the dragon did not falter, nor did he stop to catch a breath. His entire being was exalted with purpose.