Dragon God Resurrection - Chapter 1

” Beyond the forsaken planes, inside the great Makesha forest stands the tallest mountain in the world, Mt. Thal the father of all mountains. Inside Mt. Thal lives an ancient clan of Dragonborn, the Io’Jalein’s Clan, a secret that only a select few of the Svartha continent know of. For those who don’t know what a Dragonborn is, lets shed some light in this rare and peculiar race:

Standing on average around 1.882.03 meters, Dragonborn are impressively tall with a huge weight to match, commonly possessing a mass of 100145 kg. Dragonborn feet end with three strong talon-like claws with a fourth claw in the back, while their hands are similar with three claws with a thumb replacing the rear claw. A Dragonborn head features a blunt snout, a strong brow, and reptilian frills on the cheeks and ears. On the back of the head, a crest of hornlike scales forms what resembled a mess of ropy hair. Dragonborn eyes are usually red or gold in hue.

Dragonborns resemble what their name suggests: humanoid dragons. Dragonborn exhibit many Draconic features, including a scaly hide, a large muscular body, and the capacity to use a powerful breath attack, thanks to their Draconic heritage.

The scales a Dragonborn wears are scarlet, gold, rust, ocher, bronze, or brown in hue, though they bore little correlation to a Dragonborn’s Draconic heritage and the scale colors of true dragons. The scales are typically in their greatest concentration around forearms, lower legs, feet, shoulders, and thighs, with a fine leathery covering over the rest of the body”

Fragment Extracted from the book “Io’Jalein’s Clan: A short introduction.”.

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It was a hot day, a young Dragonborn was swinging a huge axe at a small courtyard outside of his room. Each swing of his axe was savage and made the air buzz due to the incredible power behind it.

The young man had 2.2 meters being quite tall for a Dragonborn, his scales where bronze colored faintly reflecting the sunlight when it shone on them due to perspiration.

His brows had a deep frown, because of how concentrated he was in the task at hand.

His sapphire blue colored eyes had a smart and perceptive look, making one think there is something more to this man than what meets the eye.

“Marrhosh my son, you are still training. Come now, we must leave for the ceremony”

A tall Dragonborn which resembled the training young man came into the courtyard carrying a package in his hands.

“I will be ready in a second old man”

The huge package in his father’s hand caught his attention and he couldn’t help but ask

“What is it you got there ?”

The tall Dragonborn came closer to him and shoved the package into his hands as he grabbed his son’s shoulders. While looking at him he said.

“This is my present for you son, today you become the youngest warlord in our clan’s history. So, I got permission from the elders to give you this weapon”

At that moment he uncovered the package, showing a big black axe made of an unknown material.

The axe had a dragon carved into it. The dragon’s tail wrapped around the handle and his open wings where the axe’s blades. The dragon’s head, located right between the blades of the axe, had a spike coming out of its mouth. The dragon looked alive and felt warm to the touch.

“This is the Jennu Ariiogarurt the oldest and most mysterious weapon in our clan. I hope it can protect you and that you will be the one, to fulfill our clan’s mission.”

Marrhosh looked into his father’s eyes and thanked him for the axe. He got into his room to ready himself.

Marr’s room was big but its decoration was plain. There was a big circular rug in the middle. His bed was in the east end of the room taking up quite a lot of space, and the only window of the room was right next to the door. A small desk full of notes and drawings could be seen in front of the window.

Most of the walls were covered in tapestry giving the room the feeling of a general’s campaign tent. There was a small bookshelf in a corner filled to the brim with strategy book’s and plans.

When Marr came out, he was wearing a Chainmail with the crest of a dragon standing majestically over the world. He had two throwing axes on his lower back and a hand crossbow holstered on his right leg. His new great axe was in his back and there was a bone dagger in his boot.

Seeing this dagger his father’s eyes showed a complicated expression.

“Marr, I’m sorry, If I had been stronger at the time this dagger wouldn’t be the only memory you have of your mother”

Marr grabbed the bone dagger that he always carried with him, looked at it for a while and put it back in his boot.

“Don’t say that father, she sacrificed herself for all of us. She was a strong woman and a powerful cleric. We must keep living, it’s what she would have wanted.”

“You are right my son.”

The man dried the tears on his face and patted his son on the back.

“Let’s go, the ceremony will start soon.”

Both of them went to the main hall of the clan’s estate where the ceremony for Marr’s nomination as a warlord would be.

The ceremony consisted of the patriarch of the clan (His father) naming the reasons for his nomination. Then each elder accepted the request and congratulated the boy on the matter. To finish the ceremony, the great ancestor would give the new warlord his blessing.

The clan’s estate was about 500 square kilometers.

The clan had about 1 million members, half of them being soldiers.

This being a military clan, most of the facilities in it were for training different soldiers. There were magic and sword training facilities, as well as many other specialized training areas.

There were also research and study facilities inside the clan. They were responsible for the technology and, of course, educating the youngsters.

In the main hall of the clan lives the ancestor, a great wyrm gold dragon, that has been alive since the times when the ancient gods ruled these lands.

The ceremony lasted only 1 hour and went on without a problem, after it ended a great banquet was made to celebrate this special occasion.

While they were drinking and celebrating a strange wind blew. In the beginning, no one paid attention to it but after a few minutes, the wind got strong enough to raise the chairs and tables off the ground.

Suddenly a huge explosion was heard and the clan’s ancient gate was blown to smithereens.

As the dust settled, a tall and beautiful woman with pointy ears and strange multicolored hair could be seen standing where the gate used to be. She had long legs, long hair, and cold, violet eyes that showed her disdain for all living things.