• Ten millennia ago the war of the Gods and Devil Kings raged across the surface of Gaia and throughout the Heavens. All the Races of Light fighting for the Gods and their lives against the Daemon races enslaved by the Devil Kings. While victory was assured for the Gods despite many great heroes the Races of Light could not say the same and so the Gods created and sent to them the True Dragons. Great Beasts intelligent and powerful both physically and magically for while their bodies were made of flesh and bone their minds and spirit were of pure Magic.

    However, as millennia passed the Races of Light came to forget all but the glory of their own races save for the Pixies who were eternal and the Hobbits who had no such glory and had been saved from extinction thanks only to the True Dragons. Then due to the ferocious attacks by those mistakenly referred to as Dragonkin such as Hydra and Wyverns and the fact that the True Dragons rarely interacted with the other races the forgetful ones came to believe that the True Dragons were as vicious and beast minded as the Dragonkin.
    Today:

    For one thousand years the Black Dragon Mother had flown across the skies of Gaia and every hundred years had given birth to a new generation. However, for the last 500 years each time she had returned to her nest with food for her young she had found them slaughtered with the scent of the Daemon races the only clue as to who murdered her young. This time she had made sure that there were those of the light between her young and any of the Daemon races. As she landed among her dead young with the carcass of a Narwhal who had willing volunteered its old body to the last offspring the ancient Dragon could have she could not comprehend how any of the scattered daemon tribes could have gotten past the Wood Elves and Hobbits nor how they could have the strength to kill her seven offspring who with one exception were nearly strong enough for their first flight.

    Suddenly the body of one of her children began to move and as she looked closer she realized that one of her children had survived beneath the body of another. Despite the fact that it was the smallest of her young and was deformed with six eyes she roared to the Heavens with joy. However, this discovery came with knowledge that nearly eclipsed her joy with righteous fury for her child told her the truth of who had killed its siblings. It was not the orcs as the Mother's nose had told her but Wood Elves wearing the skin of orcs to hide their sent and send her to seek vengeance on the orcs instead of them. Hearing this the old Mother swore vengeance upon the Wood Elves and she would have it. Her child would swear Justice for her race and she too would have it in time.