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 Post subject: SAGA OF THE DRAGON LORDS
 Post Posted: Wed Feb 09, 2011 9:25 pm 
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Reign of the Dragon Lords

Almost three decades had passed under the rule of the Dragon Lords.

The once great kingdom in the rolling hills was now little more than a few shires and small baronies scattered across the realm with hardly a tie of loyalty between them.
Each group fought and feuded over their own small piece of land, yet divided they could do nothing to stop the corruption of the Kings and Queens who bore the standard of the Scaled Serpent.

Talk of secession and of confederacy had taken root in the younger lands to the north.
Yet even there, far away from the origins of the ancients, the people could not unite under one banner of independence and break free from the tyranny that had gripped the kingdom for so many years. The Dragon Knights had been sent north to poison the young warriors with promises and titles of Squire and Lord in payment for their loyalty to the Serpent King and his mixed-breed court.

The Kingdom Champion, drunk with the power of his own title, would not hear the calls for justice by the populace he had sworn to serve and protect. Though many of the Dragon Knights called for his belt, he coveted it so greatly that he could not see their treachery or perhaps he simply refused to do so, as it would mean his own fall from their graces.

Most of the once powerful battle companies had all but disbanded or taken their keeps to other kingdoms, leaving only the remnants of their fighters behind to hold on to nearly forgotten traditions and half told stories of honor and glory, long since trampled by the clawed feet of the Dragon Lords themselves.

Those that were left, felt the lash and sting of the forked tongues use by the serpents to damage their names and reputations, making them out to be little more than outlaws and malcontents in a world of obedience and conformity.

Deep in the shadows of this new age, back in the far woods where few traveled and even fewer returned, dwelled the last of the founding companies…

A small pack of Wolves… long ago left behind by their Sire.
A murder of Black Birds… breeding their own new generation.
And pride of Big Cats… wounded by the loss of a brother.

They were all that was left of a once great kingdom…
Would they rise again and take back their birthright from the Dragon Lords?

That is the tale yet to be told.

As The Reigns Pour Down

Once again the kingdom was in the throws of crown qualifications. Excitement filled the air… one might think. But underneath the surface, tensions were raising…

The powers of the Dragon Lords had spread to the northlands and their grip was as tight as ever. The young Squires had declared intent to seek the high crown and champion positions upon the court of the Hills. The rumors began to fly and soon everyone was talking about who was in control and who would be…

For reasons known only to themselves, two from the south declared their intentions as well. Perhaps for the same role at first, but then settled into an agreement. Her Highness, the Regent decided to challenge the Barbarian from the north, in his bid for King and the High Officer of a southern Shire would accept the responsibilities as Regent. All seemed friendly enough at first… But, things are never what they seem.

It had long been known that the northlands sought independence from the kingdom and had even formed a confederacy. But they had not been able to overcome their own discord in order to achieve their goal and break away from the Hills. Now they came to take the crown northward for the winter reign. And with the crown went the seat of power to the entire kingdom.

With the authority of a King and the might of the Champion to enforce his law, the Barbarian from the north would rule…

The morning of the great contests had come at last…

Two days of contests were held…
Both martial and cultural competitions are presented and all who have made their bids for high office known, show their worth and knowledge to be judged worthy of ascension to rule the kingdom as the high court. Who would wear the Monarch’s Crown would be decided by the hand of the populace…

The Barbarian King

The kingdom took a deep breath and awaited the will of the populace. The grand election had been held throughout the shires and baronies both north and south and soon a new monarch would ascend to the high thrown of the Hills and the power that followed.

Rumors of plots against the old regime by the Barbarian from the Northlands had begun to manifest themselves and it had recently been announced that the incoming Champion would not be attending the high court during the royal precessions and would not be able to protect the new monarch, regardless of who it turned out to be.

It was also whispered that the Gypsy King was not going to step aside so easily and had made arrangements with certain dark forces in order to keep his position upon the thrown safe for another cycle. Many deals had been made for the gathering of the long nights. Some were destine to be severed by the blade, and death would walk unmasked among them.

For what the Gypsy King did not know, was that the Barbarian had also made a plan to bring a contingent of his supporters and challenge the Gypsy King within the great forest of Tanglewood, then with the help of the Shadows themselves, he could guarantee his own ascension and rule the Hills from his home in the Northlands.

So the Barbarian from the north brought the contingent of his support and with the help of the Shadows, quickly took down the court and the Gypsy King…
His lifeless body lay on the ground, in plane view of the abnormally small assembly of populace who had made the trip to celebrate the winter gathering, while a lone voice was heard mourning his passing.

A wall of black-clad Assassins stood before the crowd…
Armed to the teeth, they had taken out the royal guard in a matter of seconds, then waited in silence as a single cloaked figure emerged from their ranks. Stepping over the corpse of the former king, the Guildmaster himself approached the conquering Barbarian and tossing the imitation of a crown aside he presented the new monarch with something more appropriate to wear upon his now royal brow.

A festive mood then began to spread across the gathering as the Barbarian King placed the symbol of his position on his head and addressed his subjects. He accepted the gifts from the Dark Knight with grace and promised great things ahead for the kingdom. Only time could tell what the future would bring…

DRAGONSHIRE

The great bird’s body lay stiff and cold on the northern road just outside the borders of the newly named barony. With the kingdom’s monarch and champion both being squired to the house of the Dragon, the rumors were already ringing true. The northern banners had also raised the shield of the winged serpents and the storm had been tainted with the glint of reptilian scales. Change was on the wind as the circle of wizards began to converge and the stirring of darkness had been sighted…

The grand tournament of martial mastery was to be held in two of the Dragon strongholds and the whisper in the shires was one of “takeover”. Words had been exchanged as well as gold. “A favor for a favor” as one might say. Fighters would travel from all the Hills to compete against each other to be the best of the best and prove their skill to hold the prize. A perfect time and perfect place… A well placed bet or a dagger on the slide and a word to the wise. What’s in a name…? They all die the same.

The festival of arts was also to take place in the shires where the Dragons had laid the first stones for their future castles. Cries against the tide had been silenced quickly in the wake of the coming storm as the first signs of resistance were felt in the south. Point and Pass had joined together in unified Pride. Word had yet to arrive from the rest, but the message had been sent. Where they would stand, only they could answer.

and the Saga continues...


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