Fall of the Red Dragon
A Remnant of Ancient Times
After the Wave swept through the realms, reshaping reality and time itself, there existed three magnificent entities: the Phoenix, the White Dragon, and the Red Dragon. These beings were remnants of an era lost to memory, their very existence a testament to a time when magic and power flowed unbounded. The Red Dragon, like his peers, had witnessed the world in its primal splendor and its turbulent transformation during the Wave. In the centuries that followed the Wave, the Red Dragon roamed the lands, his fiery presence a beacon of hope and power. However, as the years turned to millennia, the Red Dragon, wearied by the relentless march of time, sought solitude in the high mountains. There, he found rest, withdrawing from the world’s ceaseless clamor, much like other dragons and dragon-turned beings of that ancient era. The Cry from the Light Moon
Thousands of years after the Wave, a new threat emerged from the heavens. The inhabitants of the Light Moon, a celestial body orbiting their world, sent forth a plea of desperation. Their deity, the Wurm God of Light, had awakened from a slumber, not in benevolence but in a rage that consumed all in its path. The Wurm God’s fury razed cities and shattered civilizations, leaving the Moon’s people in despair. The Phoenix, guardian of the Ashen Kingdom, was embroiled in her own battles, and the White Dragon, elusive and mysterious, was nowhere to be found. The call for aid seemed destined to go unanswered until the Red Dragon, stirred from his ancient repose by the cries of the Light Moon’s inhabitants, chose to rise once more. The Battle for the Light Moon
With a roar that shook the mountains, the Red Dragon took to the skies, his immense form casting a shadow over the lands as he ascended to the heavens. The journey to the Light Moon was perilous, but the Red Dragon’s resolve was unyielding. Upon reaching the Moon, the Red Dragon found a world ablaze, the Wurm God’s wrath leaving nothing but devastation in its wake. The clash between the Red Dragon and the Wurm God was titanic. For days, the skies above the Moon were lit with the fires of their battle. The Red Dragon, though mighty, had grown old, his once-sharp skills dulled by centuries of inactivity. Yet, he fought with the ferocity of his younger days, determined to protect the Moon’s beleaguered inhabitants. The Fall and the Legacy
Despite his valor, the Red Dragon’s strength waned as the battle wore on. The Wurm God, though equally ferocious, was a relentless adversary. In a final, desperate struggle, the Red Dragon dealt a grievous blow to the Wurm God, a strike that would ultimately be fatal. However, the victory came at a great cost. The Wurm God, in his death throes, unleashed a cataclysmic energy that shattered the Moon itself. The Red Dragon, mortally wounded, fell from the heavens, his body descending amidst the debris of the sundered Moon. The once-majestic celestial body was reduced to a tight cluster of planetary fragments, forever adrift where the Moon had once hung in the sky. Though the Light Moon was no more, the survivors owed their lives to the Red Dragon’s sacrifice. The myth of the Red Dragon’s fall became a tale of heroism and selflessness, a reminder of the ancient power that once roamed their world and the ultimate price paid to protect it. The fragments of the Light Moon, now a celestial monument, served as an eternal testament to the Red Dragon’s final, heroic stand against the Wurm God of Light.
After the Wave swept through the realms, reshaping reality and time itself, there existed three magnificent entities: the Phoenix, the White Dragon, and the Red Dragon. These beings were remnants of an era lost to memory, their very existence a testament to a time when magic and power flowed unbounded. The Red Dragon, like his peers, had witnessed the world in its primal splendor and its turbulent transformation during the Wave. In the centuries that followed the Wave, the Red Dragon roamed the lands, his fiery presence a beacon of hope and power. However, as the years turned to millennia, the Red Dragon, wearied by the relentless march of time, sought solitude in the high mountains. There, he found rest, withdrawing from the world’s ceaseless clamor, much like other dragons and dragon-turned beings of that ancient era. The Cry from the Light Moon
Thousands of years after the Wave, a new threat emerged from the heavens. The inhabitants of the Light Moon, a celestial body orbiting their world, sent forth a plea of desperation. Their deity, the Wurm God of Light, had awakened from a slumber, not in benevolence but in a rage that consumed all in its path. The Wurm God’s fury razed cities and shattered civilizations, leaving the Moon’s people in despair. The Phoenix, guardian of the Ashen Kingdom, was embroiled in her own battles, and the White Dragon, elusive and mysterious, was nowhere to be found. The call for aid seemed destined to go unanswered until the Red Dragon, stirred from his ancient repose by the cries of the Light Moon’s inhabitants, chose to rise once more. The Battle for the Light Moon
With a roar that shook the mountains, the Red Dragon took to the skies, his immense form casting a shadow over the lands as he ascended to the heavens. The journey to the Light Moon was perilous, but the Red Dragon’s resolve was unyielding. Upon reaching the Moon, the Red Dragon found a world ablaze, the Wurm God’s wrath leaving nothing but devastation in its wake. The clash between the Red Dragon and the Wurm God was titanic. For days, the skies above the Moon were lit with the fires of their battle. The Red Dragon, though mighty, had grown old, his once-sharp skills dulled by centuries of inactivity. Yet, he fought with the ferocity of his younger days, determined to protect the Moon’s beleaguered inhabitants. The Fall and the Legacy
Despite his valor, the Red Dragon’s strength waned as the battle wore on. The Wurm God, though equally ferocious, was a relentless adversary. In a final, desperate struggle, the Red Dragon dealt a grievous blow to the Wurm God, a strike that would ultimately be fatal. However, the victory came at a great cost. The Wurm God, in his death throes, unleashed a cataclysmic energy that shattered the Moon itself. The Red Dragon, mortally wounded, fell from the heavens, his body descending amidst the debris of the sundered Moon. The once-majestic celestial body was reduced to a tight cluster of planetary fragments, forever adrift where the Moon had once hung in the sky. Though the Light Moon was no more, the survivors owed their lives to the Red Dragon’s sacrifice. The myth of the Red Dragon’s fall became a tale of heroism and selflessness, a reminder of the ancient power that once roamed their world and the ultimate price paid to protect it. The fragments of the Light Moon, now a celestial monument, served as an eternal testament to the Red Dragon’s final, heroic stand against the Wurm God of Light.
Date of Setting
12 - 21 Lunia 3117 PW
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