We joined our heroes as they peered into the confines of a long dark room, in which three other adventurers seemed to be sneaking around. Jorvyn snuck up to the ranger elf and pulled a knife on him, intimidating him into freezing and having a little chat. While boasting about the greatness of Ward Leader Barty, the other adventurers seemed to accept our heroes presence down here and aided them in solving the dungeon room. The players met Kojin, Alexander and Eloqar. Torsten stabbed one of the six statues that lay in the walls around the room, and they all came to life!
With the aide of the other adventurers (and Barty’s animated friends!), our heroes bested the statues, and Levinia tricked one of them into striking the door with it’s dragon club, which caused it to open! Kojin had previously revealed that the door was engraved with “Only A Dragon May Enter”. As the statues crumbled to dust, our heroes scouted the next room, where they saw a tall elven man at the far end of the room waiting patiently. Making their way slowly inside, the door was closed behind them by the man, cutting them off from their new allies.
The man reintroduced himself as Lucky, adviser to Ward leader Edison Stone. He congratulated our heroes on making it this far, and told them that Elizar warned him they may come looking for him (Elizar). Lucky explained he wanted to test the party’s mettle, and he was impressed, and found them worthy of what he was about to show them. He told them he wanted to give them a history of dragons and explain the paintings in the room, which the party accepted.
“Long ago, at The Great Formation, Metallic dragons of bronze, copper, platinum, silver, and gold emerged from the planet itself and ruled over Mastoria. They were benevolent and good. The planet flourished. The metallic dragons gave the gift of arcane magic to the species that shared Mastoria with them. The Humans, Elves, Gnomes, Dwarves, and Halflings. The Good and Neutral deities looked over the world with happiness and blessed their followers. But the Evil deities, they could not stand the state of the world. The Gods are not one to come down onto the planet themselves on their own accord, so they let it be. Luckily for those evil deities however, things were about to go their way.
This knowledge of magic had gotten into the wrong hands. Bands of adventuring parties had begun gathering to hunt down these massive dragons, to take more of their power and the wealth that had been donated to them over the years. Some of the dragons even had worshipers, and this didn’t sit well with these adventurers. Four adventurers in particular made their way to the lair of a great silver dragon, Soulmaw the Glimmering. Approaching him in his sleep, they convinced him that they were great worshipers of his. However, they used powerful poison to subdue the dragon while they made away with his possessions. This poison, made from the foulest most evil creatures Mastoria had to offer, warped Soulmaw. His once glimmering silver sheen gave way to a sickly, darkened green hide. He transformed into the world’s first Chromatic dragon, taking the new name of Soulmaw the Mad. Soulmaw hunted down the adventurers that poisoned him, and captured them within his lair, torturing them for months. Slowly driving these adventurers mad, he imbued them with powerful dark magic. These adventurers had no choice but to watch as Soulmaw ritualistically transformed them into dragons, one by one. Soulmaw gave them new names. The Black dragon, Rendclaw the Terrifying. The White dragon, Frostbite the Unmoving. The Blue dragon, Dunestorm the Swift. And the Red dragon, Scaldwing the Bold.
Now under Soulmaw’s control, he began tearing through the realm slaying unsuspecting metallic dragons, destroying cities, and corrupting the very landscape. The metallic dragons organized and this period of time was then known as the Dragon Wars. They went on for ages. Just when it seemed the Metallic dragons were winning the war, a great blue dragon known as Skyfax the Piercer (descended from Dunestorm), pled with Gearfang the Maker, the Golden dragon King of the Metallic dragons, to meet for a treaty of peace, claiming enough dragons had perished already. Believing him, Gearfang went with a small group of metallic dragons, but they were ambushed by Skyfax and many other Chromatics. The Chromatic dragons slayed Gearfang, and as his body fell to Dystomos it carved what is now known as Gearfang Canyon. This is noted as the true turning point in the war, and soon after the remaining metallic dragons went into hiding. The Chromatic dragons were not satisfied with this victory, and spent many of their days hunting down the hiding metallics, thinning their numbers as well. To aid in their quest, the chromatic dragons used their dark magic to bring about the orcs, goblins, gnolls, and drow. The magic they imbued in the land itself gave forth to even more species. It is said that the dragons now used these underlings to hunt the metallics. Since then, many years have past without sightings of dragons. Every now and then you may hear a story of someone who saw one out of the corner of their eye, in a deep cave or in a murky swamp, but no one ever seems to believe them."
After Lucky regaled with what he referred to as the true history of dragons, he gestured to the door behind him and said “Heroes, I think it’s time you see this for yourself.” He opened the door, and within the chamber beyond… our heroes were met with the view of a large wounded but sleeping Golden Dragon.
To be continued…