OCC: This topic is for darkdragon and me. But if anyone shows intrest they are also welcome to join.

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The beor mountains stood tall, Majestic, and mysterious. A untamed land and one of the last free places in this world. It was a harsh and dangerous land pocketed with ruins from various ages. Great watchtowers of the once powerful dragon rider empire in the times of kings past. And things far older but lost to memory in the endless sea of time. All crumbling and weathered.... abandoned.

A lone figure braved these snowstorm swept mountains. A dangerous task this time of year. But this youth was on a mission. To find a rumored monestary where elementilists once lived. The information he recieved came from a reliable source. But the last time the said person he got it from visited the place was centurys ago.

Ba'al slowly limbed up a rocky draw on the tallest of the mountains. His furs caked in a mixture of snow and ice. He stopped his climb to steady his labored breathing. The air was thin up here and he was not accustomed to it. He tugged on a life line rope tied to his waist until his tired pet wingless drake also covered in animal furs came panting next to him. "Almost there Solomon" He said weakly and took hold of one of the pet wyrms horns and shook the head playfully.

It seemed as if the mountain was testing him. Since he started the climb days ago the entire mountain was beset by a unending blizzard. Much of the climb Ba'al had to stop and break camp for fear of him or his pet being overcome with a touch of frost. Lost fingers or limbs was not something he wanted.

Ba'al took in one more labored breath and let it out. The hot air of his lungs misting in he air. The moisture from it causing crystals to form around the protective furs around his face. The climb resumed despite he could not see past a few feet in front of him but at last he reached the summit. Or at least what Ba'al thought was the summit. The monestary as he was told was there. But no welcoming light shone from the dark windows of the structure. It too, like everything else in this wretched part of the land seemed abandoned and forgotten. Depressing as it was Druak saw the light in every situation. "At least we have proper shelter now" He thought and trudged through the heavy snow that was up to his knees. It to, like climbing the mountain. Was a tiring task and drained the energy from his stiff muscles like the biting cold wind that seemingly cut right through him.

Reaching a giant ancient looking oak door Ba'al pushed on it with both of his gloved hands to no evail. Stopping to regain his breath he summoned on the earth to give him extra strength. With some grunts and groans the giant oak door creaked open. Entering the pitch black structure a bit to get out of the wind Ba'al took a knee and dropped his backpack laden with supplys and primitive mountaineering gear. Ba'al produced a torch and waved a hand wordlessly to set it aflame. Standing up now the youth held the torch slightly over his head to cast more light around and he was horrified at the sight he found.

"This is no monestary....It is a tomb" He wispered to his wimpering pet beside him. Countless human bones litered the entrance hall of the old monestary of the elementilists. Many of the bones still had there armor and Ba'al was able to figure out that the empire beat him here. Decades if not centurys ago. They killed every living thing within its walls. As much as spending the night in a place where the empires ethnic cleansing forces came bothered him. The young mountaineer had little choice. It was that or freeze to death in the ever worsening blizzard outside. "Come Solomon" Ba'al commanded his pet and tugged on the leather life line around his waist.

"Tread Softly brother" He continued to speak to the dog sized serpent. "The spirits here are old, and angry. Ouroboros guide us. With that the two moved deeper into the entrance hall doing there best not to step on the bones of those long dead that once lived here. Ba'al did his best anyway. He had to smack his pets muzzle once in awhile when it decided to chew on a human leg bone or rib.

Equinox soared over the ruins of the Lightning Dragon Empire. The visions still haunted him for what lead to what could have been his birth right's downfall. Genocide, slaughter, betrayal, but most of all the pain of conquest for the shattered remnants. So much strength the empire had been but now, it collapsed, shattered on the ground and in pieces.
I will avenge what has been lost. At least he said so, but he doubted he ever could. He didn't only have Crimson to deal with, but Demondred and others. The remains of a large tomb passed him by, from what he remember from his last trip here it was one of the mass graves from the war that brought the empire to its knees. He could almost feel the sorrow of that tragic day. The fall of Mt. Thunderbolt, the decisive battle that led to destruction, where the last emperor's most trusted general betrayed him.
And from what the alfin and his spirit said, betrayal is in my future. True, he didn't know of the alfin when his ancestor spoke of him, but their warning would wring through his head.
"Beware Equinox, for the night of the double eclipse, one of those you love will cause your downfall and the collapse of hope as we know it.." It wouldn't be for years, but the words still etched into his mind. He shook his head and lied down outside of the tomb, it wasn't the time for such thoughts.

Equinox cocked his head up as several humans interrupted his nap. He yawned and glanced at them. It was odd to see humans this far into the mountains, since the empire was conquered he doubted them, they didn't look like Varden soldiers, and if they were Crimson or Demondred's menions they would have attacked him already. He took time to observe them, maybe he just wasn't used to be being called lord, but it didn't matter, they needed help and he'd try to aid them if he could.
Elementals? I'm not quit sure what you mean, but if your looking for the remains of thte lighting empire you here. This is one of our largest cities, at least before their betrayol and conquest years before I was born. What brings you this far into the mountains? Not many humans or even dwarves or elves remember the empire.