The world of Tretonum was war torn, broken, and apocalyptic. Balendin himself, the very Avatar of Destruction, had returned even more powerful than before. The Avatar of Change, Reina, had predicted his return from the abyss many moons ago. Her prophecy came true. She had warned her sister, Lavada the Avatar of Creation, that simply hiding their brother away would not change his destructive habits. Her sister did not listen.
With a heavy heart, Reina continued with her natural duty. Their world was on the brink of changing times.
The war had spread quickly across the beautiful Dragon world. Balendin did not waste time when it came to his natural duty as well. He did it with malice and glee, and the enthusiasm in which he conquered Tretonum would be seen as barbaric. He stole countless lives, went beyond the "natural limit". He could only be described now as evil. Being banished to the abyss by his sister had hardened his heart like his scale plating had hardened when he matured.
Lavada created her own army from the loyalist dragons in Tretonum. She had the pygmies go in as spies. Nearly all of Tretonum was ready to die fighting standing by her side. They were her children. She was the reason they even lived.
Her army, however, would not even compare to the demon spawn that had returned from the abyss along with the Avatar of Destruction. Black Marrows, Grave Dragons, Desipis Dragons, and all kinds of nasties came as well. All species of dragon who Lavada had banished to prevent them from harming her creations. She saw them as demons that needed to be cast out. Oh, and they remembered. They were all filled with hate. The worse thing is.... they bred. And they bred.
And they bred.
So huge was this army of truly powerful dragons that most of Lavada's army did not stand a chance. Not standing the sight of her children being killed in battle, Lavada decided to go to her brother herself. She would tear down Balendin once and for all. Reina begged her not to. She had foreseen what would come of Lavada's decision. She desperately tried to get Lavada to at least take one of her scales. Perhaps it would assist her in overruling her fate. Lavada steadily refused.
Reina then made the decision to accompany her sister to the ultimate battle with their brother. They needed to do this for the good of Tretonum. The sisters met their brother in the most intense battle any of the war beaten dragons had ever witnessed. But then there was silence and a wave of sorrow washed throughout the land. Pain gripped every dragon's heart as the Avatar of Change's wail echoed through the valleys. It reached to the depths of the oceans and to the tallest mountains. It buried deep into the ground and went up high into the air.
The Avatar of Creation, the mother of Tretonum itself, had been killed.
And all Creation Wept.
The pygmy sifted through the rubble almost frantically. They could hear their friends calling to them; they needed to get out of here. It was just rubble. There was nothing left worth salvaging. She was dead, there was nothing they could do.
But the little pygmy knew there was something here. They could just feel something pulsing underneath their little paws. But what could be hidden in the former home of the late Lavada, the patron goddess of Tretonum?
Perhaps it was a little piece of her, a little shard of raw essence, that could be used to bring her back. Or maybe some sort of weapon that could be used on the Avatar of Destruction. Or, best of all, Lavada herself. Perhaps she had hidden away here and sent a doppelganger to fight her brother. The pygmy knew that idea was stupid. If Lavada hadn't really died, the agony and mourning that followed her death would not have been so intense.
The pygmy found an opening they could easily slip into. As they squeezed through the gaps in the rubble, something began to glow just up ahead. They followed it, becoming more anxious and curious by the second. What they stumbled upon would change the fate of Tretonum for sure.
They resurfaced a long while later, carefully dragging something with them. They returned to their friends and presented their treasure.
A beautiful blue orb sat in the middle of the group. Lavada had left behind her egg.
You are the group of dragons who have discovered the egg. Knowing the danger the unborn hatchling is in, they take it upon themselves to protect it and bring it to Lavada's sister, Reina. What they don't know yet is that Reina has been captured by her brother and forced to give prophecies to the evil Balendin. And then he plucks one of her scales to change what she tells him. So this young band of heroes realise that the fate of Tretonum rests on their shoulders. They must end this war and create peace once more.
Lay of the Land
Tretonum is a vast land one can easily get lost in if unfamiliar with it. In the West lay the ashen lands of fire. Active volcanoes rise high into the sky, spilling lava over the land and spilling into the Antrim Ocean. In the East, it is spotted with lush forests and plains. Yet another ocean stretches off the East coast, the Laveina Ocean. In the South, there is a desert which stretches for miles before giving way to jungle. Farther beyond this jungle is the Tretonic Ocean. In the North there are the Gilded Peaks, a mountain range that contains Tretonum's tallest peaks and home to all those mountain dwelling dragons. These mountains back up to a mighty sea known as the Argon Sea. There are many a village spread out, and then there are cities. The capital is Amarok, located on the East coast. It is a beautiful city on the cliffs overlooking the Laveina Ocean. However, the war is being waged in the South. The army of Balendin seemed to have just appeared in the desert and that has been the center of all the evil activity. It has recently spread outwards, claiming the jungles and creeping onto the mountains and seeping into the East. The West seems to be doing well with holding the evil out of its fiery lands.
1) I'm sorry, but you cannot be an avatar Dragon or a Guardian of Nature. It takes away from the lore of Tretonum.
2) No overpowered characters. Mary Sues and Gary Stues are not cool, people.
3) You may play one Dragon friend. Only one. I want to get at least six people, including myself, to have one character before considering making more.
4) The rules on this site say four sentences. But I would like you to write four or more lines.
5) Write in the third person only.
6) Dragons are based off of DC dragons, but you can make one up.
7) I will be controlling one Dragon friend, Reina, Balendin, and any obstacles that will pose a challenge to our heroes. Please do not try and control these things.
8. Keep genders balanced. I don't want a bunch of females or a bunch of males.
9) Be sure to make your characters as rounded as possible. Flat characters are boring.
10) PM character sheets for approval.
11) Unless it's an emergency , please give notice if you will be unavailable.
12) Most importantly, have fun!😎
3. Arc- Storm Rider Dragon
4. Coffin- Black Marrow dragon
5. Trasyrt- navy blue dragon
6. Mikesha- misfit pygmy
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