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I have lived for centuries. I have seen the the rise and fall of many a species, of many a kingdom. I have watched as they slaughtered my kin for sport and stolen our eggs. I have witnessed the dragon hunts, and have survived to reach my ancienthood. In return, I have burned down thousands of villages and destroyed armies. Knights threw themselves into my maw to their deaths. Fear not, for their demise was well deserved! But even then, our kind has lost the respect, the fear, the worship of the lesser races. The Drow, the Humans, the elves and the Fae. No longer do they care. Even the Centaur and the Merfolk treat the mighty Dragons like filth!

BUT NO MORE, MY KIN! NO MORE SHALL WE SUFFER! We will rise up once more and strike down those that dare rise against us. Again we will be revered above all else! Shrines will be erected in our honor and sacrifices given to the most high and mighty. They will learn their place once more, or they will burn beneath the shadow of my wing.

Fire within my heart.

It all began...

Many years has the Ancient drake slumbered away in the mountains. Many years has she been tucked away. The beast was old and had seen much, her temper was none too kind. Most creatures she had deemed to be lesser and pests and in her younger years had set flame to many a forest or farm.

The beast was almost blind and would keep to the hills, but would gladly deal with those who were to wake.

Hunger, however, would bring the beast out into the world again. The search for food forcing her to migrate and stumble upon new land.

This however, left the beast open. It was not long until the massive beast was challenged by the smaller creatures of the land. They tracked the drake each time she struck an area for food until they had located her perch. It was there they found riches among the piles of bones she had collected. Lavarock's hoard. It was not uncommon for the proud red drakes to collect all that had value, and Lavarock was no different. The small creatures stole from the drake, sending her into a rage.

And then it happened...

Upon her final attack on the small creatures village, she tumbled from the skies into the nearby lake, screaming out in pain as her body would harden and cool. The small creatures watched, debating whether or not to save her, but in the end.. Would haul her out and attempt to relight the flame that burned inside her...

While she was weak, one of the dark magi from the land plagued her unprotected mind with whispers of destruction.. of death.. Of pain. These whispers corrupted her as she slumbered, creating nightmares. Her bright red body and brilliant markings became dim and dark, as did her mind.

Now, after years of building corruption taking over her darkened body, she would rise once more as a Drake of death, intent on destroying all her weak eyes laid upon. Each pass over land would leave it burning in her fire. She was nothing more then a monster.