SilverFlight
Tende altum, volare altius
One day, the dragons disappeared. At first, people were wary, worried; dragons had been terrorizing villages, killing people as long as anyone could remember, but as the weeks wore on, and not a scale, not a puff of smoke appeared, they began to rejoice. The reign of the beasts was finally over, some cried, Aerdra was finally free.
No more did ocean leviathans sink ships and steal catches, or sky wyrms decimate high mountain towns. No more did the blazing breath of firedrakes scorch fields, or the earth tremors of rock dragons break city walls, and the high dragons? Rare as a sighting was, now, they were completely gone.
Not everyone was so quick to accept it. The orders of dragon knights, special warriors trained in fighting and killing dragons thought it would be temporary, that they would return in force, or that it was a simple shift in their biology, some migratory instinct that needed a special year to kick in, but the weeks passed, then the months, and slowly the orders began to lose the respect and love of the people, and soon after, they began to fall apart.
Most orders disbanded within four months, the knights taking jobs elsewhere, as mercenaries, or hunters of smaller beasts, minotaurs and gryphons and basilisks and the like. Some joined the armies of kings, and traveled far to fight the wars of others, but some, the last few stayed, determined to find the cause of the vanished dragons.
The day the dragons disappeared; the high dragons were caught unawares. These dragons were no ordinary monsters; they thought, they felt, they spoke. They were intelligent as any human. They had culture, music, customs, clans, unbeknownst to all but a very few, unique humans. The day the dragons left, they were put into a deep sleep. One month past, one cycle of the moon, and when they awoke, they were no longer dragons. Their forms had diminished, their scales had gone and for all they could see, they had become the thing most of them hated above all else: they had become human. They had been put into human bodies, their souls contained, and they had been given lives, whether stolen or constructed they did not know. They had human lives, friends, jobs, families, yet the memory of their dragon selves remained, strong and sharp as a knife under scale.
Many searched desperately for a cure, some searched for the other wyrms, for Elder dragons who may have answers, but even those had gone, just like the rest. Some stayed undercover in their human lives, others rejected them, and set out on their own. Some began to study, they found few answers, and many more questions: A dark stain had begun to creep across the surface of the moon, the monsters remaining in the forests and caves became wild, more aggressive, and more dangerous. With a sinking feeling many realized that they must seek aid in the very people who had been sworn to end them. Dragon and dragon slayer had to join forces.
The people believe that all of the dragons vanished, and now the dragon knights are disbanding, leaving the remaining orders short on money and failing. In truth, not even the high dragons, the first tier of sapient dragons, know what happened to the others, only to themselves. They were given the forms of humans, either a curse or a protection none of them know, but the world has been this way for half a year now, with no sign of change.
You can play a dragon slayer, or a high dragon, and the goal is to work together to uncover clues and find out what happened, meanwhile it seems the world is suffering from the loss of the dragons in slow and subtle ways.
You can create clans, families, noble lineages, histories, I want to leave the world building fairly open.
The only thing I will say is, you need to be prepared to play as a team, and work with the other players and me, the gm, to create a fun and positive experience for all. I will develop some basic lore and guidelines, and there will be a character sheet you must fill out. To start you can play one dragon and one dragon slayer, no more.
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Xenobiology
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