The Founding

Before the time of scrolls, there was a quiet lair of dragons. Founded by a stout Guardian and his vicious-looking mate, a Mirror, the two silent beings forged a small home in the shade-touched shadows of the Sundial Ruins. With a slow but sure nod of approval from the celestial Lightweaver, the two were permitted to stay. They built and expanded upon their work over time, slowly moving rocks in the terrace, but didn’t find it to their liking, and the pair flew off to the Mirrorlight Promenade, where they settled between the crumbling pillars. Unlike many of the dragons residing there, the progenitors did not live on the surface, choosing instead to burrow fairly deep below ground. There, the cheerful sounds of the adolescent dragons practicing taking flight and the bubbling laughter of the hatchlings could scarcely be heard, and the padding of the two walking along the hardened ground echoed softly into the vast network of tunnels around them. 

In time, two fierce dragons approached their lair to rally and train the progenitors to become fit for the coming war. Despite hailing from Shadow and Plague, Sunrise and Sunset (Battle Names Lugal and Eres Utusus) answered to the call of the Lightweaver, preparing countless dragons for eternal service with the radiant goddess. Now, four there were, laid within the damp caves far below the sun. Over time, dragons in their care were trained for battle, and sent off to fight against the brambled threat of a coming Nature invasion. After the war, none returned. Wise and old dragons, who had come to the lair too old to fight but valuable as mentors to the warriors, saw the coming dark and left. One after another, dragons were sent off to various wars, and at the end, the two progenators themselves departed the lair to try to turn the tides. They died, never seeing their home again. The lair, once fertile grounds for raising new soldiers to serve the Light, was deserted. The history of the place, all the dragons that inhabited it, and their struggles, dreams, futures, and hopes, were lost to time.