The Draconic Codex – Unknown Author
It happened an age ago. Something tore a hole into the very fabric of reality causing Caelestis, our home world and three others to collide.
Two remained mostly unharmed while Caelestis and Altum, home of the dark ones were mostly shattered. Rendering them inhospitable.
Those who survived the Great Collision found themselves on Edenton. A world so large that it eclipsed ours by many folds.
The Dragons roosted in the north, mankind rapidly erected cities at the world's centre while the Rendaro settled in the south.
The time eventually came for talks to be had between the three races.
The Dragons demanded that all of Edenton's territories be handed over to them and that all other races serve beneath them.
Mankind strongly rejected this and demanded that the Dragons share a quarter of the planet with the Rendaro, seeing as Mankind outnumbered the other races greatly.
Talks soured further until the Supreme Dragon Queen threatened to burn all of mankind's cities if her demands weren't met.
Mankind's leader, the Golden Prince, laughed at the queen before pointing his famed Golden Lance at her neck.
He then demanded that the dragons return to the mountains and stay there indefinitely.
Overcome with rage, the Dragon Queen bathed the Araena mountaintop with fire, incinerating friend and foe alike.
The Golden Prince, however, would not be defeated so easily.
He emerged from the molten rock of the mountaintop and fatally wounded the Dragon Queen.
Thus began the Great War. One that would bring about The Age of Cataclysm.
An age where the smog blotted out the sun casting the world in a cold darkness.
An age where rivers ran black with ash and blood.
An age that would leave no side unwounded.
The Codex of Light – Entry by High Priestess Gera
Ordo Absolutus Voluntatis Summus. The Order of the Absolute Will.
All began with The Absolute Will. Every star, every world and every life comes from and is a part of the absolute order.
With that in mind, it's not hard to imagine that even the Great Collision was also meant to happen. As devastating as it was.
My duties as High Priestess began not long after the Great War began and so I feel as though it is my duty to recount the knowledge my ancestors gathered and the course this war will take.
For the moment, I am situated in the Golden Capital, Medelona. I'm currently awaiting the word on how the Moon King wants to proceed. I know his legions of knights are waiting and ready and yet he hasn't sent out any of them. Even as Lanceberg burns.
I cannot imagine what would cause his highness to delay retaliation efforts, especially not to this degree, but I will not question his will any further.
For now, I'll simply conduct my duties as High Priestess and prepare the priests under my command.
I believe his majesty wanted one per legion. There are fifty legions of knights. Twenty five silver and twenty gold. Those men and women deserve the best that we can offer.
My work begins in earnest tomorrow, but for now, that is all.
The Dark Tome – Entry by High Elder Erevu of the Ia
By all that the Dark Flame consumes, I know not what to do.
Our King has made plans to lead his troops north in a desperate attempt at resistance.
To make things worse, that good for nothing prince is cowering in his room, suckling his mother's teat instead of-
I must compose myself and write these words calmly for whoever finds them.
The war is not over yet and maybe lord Rehad's passivism may lead to some sort of peace, but entertaining such thoughts would be naïve.
My duty, as of now, is to document our history as a species.
After the Great Collision occurred, many Rendaro found themselves in this world.
The humans call it Edenton.
We all looked up in horror as our world collided with another.
The two then shattered into countless pieces before disappearing into thin air.
Lord Rehad gathered all the major Rendaro tribes: the Nemen, the Ia and those brutish Foph. He then created Iana, capital city of the Rendaro where we prospered for a time.
As for how we lived before the Great Collision, well that isn't too easy to say.
Our people were once a warring species. We worshipped dark gods and we shed blood as often as we drank water.
A lot of our history has been lost to the sands of time, but echoes of a distant past a carried by lullaby and song. Songs sung around fires that heat the freezing bodies of our mothers and daughters.
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This whole ordeal- the Collision, our king-
Whatever happens during lord Rehad's talks with the Humans, I fear our kind may never know peace again.