Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-30655593-20190218061847/@comment-30655593-20190422030121

"Alright, good. Well, the kingdom caught sight of a large group of Darkswarmin the Northern mountains, the place where I was born and raised. Since that was the location I volunteered to be the navigator and was accepted to do the job and after a week of prepping headed out for the mountains."

"Now, before I keep going with this story, there's something else I should tell you about first. Have either of you heard of the two Dragons of Yin and Yang or The Four Dragon Lord? They may be old as time but I'm sure plenty of people haven't heard of them... Uh, I'll just tell you three the stories starting with Yin and Yang. Yin and Yang were ancient dragons that people say dated back to around the start of life, to give guidance to the lower beings and give them a path to follow. The black Dragon was named Yin. She was deceitful, manipulative, and cruel. She taught the ones under her to steal and devour hope, only living for one's self and only one's self. Yang, on the other hand, was warm and caring. He showed that one does not need to destroy but create with one's own hands for the better of not only themselves but others. The two Dragons had a bit of a love-hate relationship. They were two sides of the same coin so they couldn't help but be attracted to each other but at the same time, they found each others teaching disgusting and horrible. One day, though, something happened that caused Yin to declare war on Yang. The reason behind the sudden declaration was never disclosed and forced to defend himself, Yang took up arms and reluctantly went to war. The battle lasted for years. Not hundreds, not thousands, but around a million years. They may have been even more powerful than the gods of today but they were still equal, in a way conjoined. In the end, they both gave and received wounds from one another and one day both died, unable to keep going. The world was now lost without Yin and Yang and the lower beings had to create their own paths or die lost and confused. Though, the Dragons did leave them something from their corpses. Four Dragons rose, said to be the manifestation of Yin and Yang's willpower and while didn't give direction to the lower beings, they did protect them in silence from evils that attempted to create chaos now that Yin and Yang couldn't protect them anymore which leads me to The Four Dragon Lords."

"The Four Dragon Lords then went on to split up the world into four territories and each Dragon would protect that territory. There was Goremaro, the Lightning Dragon. Undeterred and hardheaded, he protects the North. Ashweaver, the Hellfire Dragon. Strict and cunning, he protects the East. Faheria, the Heavens Wind Dragon. Sweet and caring, she protects the West. And finally, Teztra, the Dragon of Darkness. Silent and mysterious but by far the strongest of the four. He protects the South. You can also see in the terrain on a world map that it really reflects the four Dragons. North being mountains, East being vast deserts, West being only floating islands where airships may pass, and the South being of darklands and swamps and other such places. Well, their territories have vastly shrunk due to time and old age but their still quite powerful and look over a sizable part of the world."

"Now that I'm done giving a little history lesson I'll keep going with my own story. As I was saying we were sent up to the mountains to clear out the Darkswarm. The extermination of them in the mountains were going fine but upon reaching night on day five deep, dark thunder clouds started to roll in. We were forced to make camp early and take shelter but that was our enemies plan. They attacked mid setup of our base from the surrounding woods, the thunder and rain hiding the horrid noises they made along with their footsteps. In the chaos of the attack, I ended up separated from the rest of my unit. I found myself wounded and wandering a deep valley, trying to spot any sign of my group. That's when I saw it. I saw Goremaro battling some giant eldritch horror. It was some giant creature with multiple tentacles covered in razors with a gaping maw and a giant red eye. If it wasn't for its eye I would have never spotted it due to how black it's flesh and the dark skies overhead. I watched in absolute shock, unable to process what I was seeing. Then, the eldritch horror swung one of its tentacles and tore open the side of Goremaro, a large defying scream left it as the sheer amount of blood he spilled came crashing down the valley like a tidal wave, hitting me like a high speeding wall of stone. I thought that was it for me, I was going to drown in the blood of Goremaro. Hell of a way to die honestly... But I didn't. I woke up somewhere within' the mountains barely alive. My unit was able to fight off the attack just barely but had to make a retreat, didn't have time to search for survivors. I don't blame them though. So, after waking up I managed to drag myself back to The Golden Kingdom. It took about five days in total to get back. In that time I found that I must have absorbed some power from Goremaro's blood and now had magical energy of lightning. Though, it was actually unstable. I was practically a magical bomb waiting to go off. I had to get back before I did explode so they could put magic stabilizers on me and figure out what to do from there. As you could guess, that's what exactly happened. I then went on to master the power given to me and make it my own... Though I wonder what ever happened to Goremaro or that giant horror he was fighting..." He said, looking up at the sky in thought seemingly finished explaining where he got his powers from.