Tuesday, May 26, 2015

Prologue: NEMMISDETH

Dwelling down deep in a dark dormant volcano, lays a charcoal colored dragon with a massive hulking frame. It is hard to tell where he begins and ends with arms, legs and tail strewn throughout the caverns taking up most of the space in the bottom of the volcano. His charcoal skin blending in with the smokey walls of the cavern, covered with glistening scales looking moist as steam rises from the floor and walls. He lays entranced by a vision of the great dark spirit "Sastoroth”. Hearing a deep whispering voice proclaiming that the time has come to cross the Black Sea and overtake their golden enemies to the north once and for all.

They are tired of eating each other; being forced to become cannibals because their food supplies are so low. They have out bred the fish and game supply on their continent. The Draztekkan females lay up to 8 eggs per pregnancy, four times more than the other dragon tribes of  “Strateraqa” the world on which they live. They also have a considerably shorter gestation period, which explains their slightly smaller body mass than the other dragon tribes.

The golden fire drakes to the north keep watch over the coastal edge of the continent and prevent any black dragons from entering their air space. Those that have tried to penetrate the invisible border by stealth were immediately seized upon by the larger golden dragons 
killed in midair. Meeting their death by having their throats ripped out and wings shredded by spear like talons and razor sharp teeth, making a swift plunge towards the ground Inevitable. Then ending in a bone crushing bloody crash upon the jagged rocks of the shoreline only to be carried out into the depths of the dark sea where the monstrous scavengers of the deep come to the surface and devour the lifeless bodies.

The dark spirit growled emphatically in the mind of the leader and shaman of the black dragon tribe, NEMMISDETH. As the gargantuan charcoal black dragon awoke from his trance he immediately got to his feet and leapt into the air beating his massive wings creating a huge cloud of dust and ash that came pumping out of the mouth of the volcano. He shot straight up like a bolt of pewter lightning, roaring to his minions,” it has begun, the time is now, Sastoroth has spoken”!

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