Val'Yuun

There is a saying in Colossus that is said among many, from babe to elder and that saying is "There are no Dragons in Colossus!"
Historical folks know this to be inaccurate , the powerful creatures were once every bit a part of Colossus as the grass underfoot and the air in ones lungs. For reasons to be told by another they are no more.
Many prospered during the time of the Dragons but there were those that suffered greatly. The city of Calvaria arose and became the capital of the the Draconic Empire. At its height it was unrivalled by any single nation, however when the nations of Colossus grew tired of the so called glory of Dragons they united, which in turn led to its downfall. 
As with all great wars between empires and those that do not wish to live under the boot and scaled claw, blood is shed in great number. Magic and steel were weapons of choice and when mixed the devastation was too much for even the Bards to sing about. 
Stories were short, songs lacking volume, poems a mere sentence, it was a time of stillness. 
A Vendari, a being known as what some refer to as Dragonborn, an elven poet taken from their homeland, taken from their family and forced to endure the blessings of the Dragons, magic tore them apart and they were born anew to become a weapon in the war, to create bardic masterpieces that made the enemies of Calvaria bend a knee. 
This Poet was known as Val'Yuun, their family name forgotten. Born an elf, reborn a Vendari. 
During Val'yuun's rebirth, they clung to the hatred of the Dragons, the sight of them burnt their eyes, the pitch of their voices pierced painfully their ears. During the ritual, poems were torn from the elf, those already sang, memories being played out in arcane poetry, their family playing in the fields, their partner whispering promises of eternal love, the rolling dunes of red sand and ivy crystals. 
Blood soaked the poems, coloured them with death. Val'Yuun witnessed the end of all they knew and the Dragons were to blame. The oath of absolution sworn that day could never be erased.
When the Empire of Calvaria was nothing more than a city on an island the spell of the Vendari was broken and Val'Yuun remembered everything. Most of all the day they called upon the draconic blessings forced upon them and broke their own family with no remorse. 
Such memories remained, the pain forever carried. Val'Yuun recited the oath of absolution and swore it in blood.
Searching for others such as they, hurt, manipulated, soul scarred, the Vendari brought them together to form a group known as the Val'Yuun, the name they all swore to and in turn the oath of absolution. Names have power and Val'Yuuns carried with it the binding of a tormented spirit.
At first they were small in number and hunted down the citizens of Calvaria, slaying the Tharros and Samos of the city, the dragon bloodied lizard folk. Striking from the shadows, slaying without mercy. The Val'Yuun soon became the thing that went bump in the night to the dragonkin. 
It wasn't enough, the Val'Yuun were not satisfied, their hunger never sated. As long as dragon bloodied creatures remained in Colossus they would hunt and kill. 
The Val'Yunn grew as more and more folk came to them, carrying the same hatred. and joined them. Those unable to take up a blade and spell against the dragonkin offered reward for blood. 
Profits drove their success, and their confidence, no longer death from the shadows. The Val'Yuun would take out their targets in broad daylight, daring others to challenge them.
Calvaria had to retaliate and bounties were put up for the lives of those who were part of the Val'Yuun.
This only encouraged them to be more aggressive. A home was built among the clouds, a symbolic mocking of looking down on the dragonkin, letting them know that the skies were no longer ruled by their so called divine Dragons. 
As the Val'Yuun became more public and organised, many joined, and so grew the need for ranks, rules, secrecy and all that goes with the creating of a guild of dragon hunters.
One must take the Oath of Absolution, this means that until your last breath or that of the dragonkin on Colossus you will not stop.
Each member is given a piece of jewellery designed in the likeness of broken dragon wings.  
The Broken are the ruling group of the Val'Yuun and carry such authority, those beneath never question it.  
Only one sits higher than the Broken and that is the Val'Yuun themselves. It is said their founder died creating a battle ballad whilst slaying a hundred dragonkin. Red plate armour adorned with protective scriptures and wielding Dune Singer, a powerful blade embued with the spirits of fallen Val'Yuun. 
Only those closet to their founder know they returned to the red sands, the ivy crystals, and went to sleep whispering a poem of peace.