Once upon a time.. Once upon a time, there used to be dragons everywhere, any size, species, and color. There were even flying squirrels (with literal wings). But, one day, as the clouds gathered up and thunder rumbled, all hell came loose...

Humans there, Humans here, Humans everywhere. Huge, maybe even ginormous, guns. Guns that killed us all. Only few remained, their magical elf friends remained with them. They were all shaken. Some were fine. Some were injured, but able to make it. As wounds healed over the months, they decided to move somewhere more safe. With the help of the dragons, they were able to take flight and move somewhere new. A vast countryland with moorlands and forests of the like. Stables, lodges, garden, even green houses, dotted amongst the lands. These lands were called, “The Landia of Peace.”

Some humans there were actually nice, a lot of them owning the stables and lodges. The elves and teiflings and magical others settled in peace, side by side with the dragons..

But one day, one magical human fae decided to make a sanctuary for the dragons.. To keep them safe at all times. The others agreed with the magical fae, but all decided on one very thing.. Six, strong, loyal dragons to guard it. These dragons are mighty, huge, but all came in different sizes. Some were big, some were small. Some were rainbow and some were just plain old white. These dragons were called, “Guardians.” And they must or even optionally may protect this sanctuary at all costs.

The sanctuary is in a serene forest, a perfect, but ginormous clearing with a big den full of many nests. A shimmering lake lays in the middle, the sun and moon’s reflection always able to see. They called this place, aka the sanctuary, “The Resting Place.” This place has had a few skirmishes with other land animals and such, but nothing big has happened. Each guardian has their place and may do whatever they please, (obviously within reason, like for example, don’t go on a killing spree). Although, each individual dragon, elf, tiefling, and the such make their own choices. Their own fate.

...So, you, and you alone, must decide your fate. This is your story to tell.

What will you choose?



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