Once, long ago, when man were just coming into the middle ages, humans lived alongside some of the world's most powerful creatures. The middle ages was a great time of plenty for the people. A time of prosper for their species and for their companions. Living with them, in harmony, were dragonsenormous reptiles with fiery breath and leathery wings, at peace with the dominate species. The middle ages belonged to man. There was no conflict between the two species for many years. But, it was not all easy. Although this was a great time of prosper for man, their dragons were far worse off. They fought in bloody battles, were shown minimal affection by their masters and nearly always slept in cold, damp basements, cellars, or outside. When they won battles, they may have been given a pat, but when they lost, they were often beaten by their handlers. They were taken for granted and could sense it. A cold feeling it was. It haunted them for years before they decided that they had had all that they could handle. A rebellion was formed among many of the city's dragons. While some stood by their masters, they stood no chance against the enormous alliance that was the rebellion. They were brutally and mercilessly slain by the rebels.
The day the rebellion struck was marked in a sea of blood and a city filled with the dead bodies of humans and the dragons that stood against the rebels to protect their masters from a violent death. The loyal had failed. The age belonged to the rebellion. The alliance was strong, traveling the world in search of others of the human species and those dragons that wish to join them. The humans they found faced the same fate as those back in the city. The world was overtaken by dragons, the new dominate species. Over the years, the dragons had searched the globe in vain for mankind. It was twenty long years of searching for the last of them before they gave in and called off the search conducted by the rebel alliance. They had finished off the human species and had claimed the planet as their own. The world now belonged to dragons.
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7/10/09 As you've probably already noticed, we've implemented a portal. This means a window that pops up before you view the actual forum. If you ever want to view it, just click the link in the menu bar. Thanks to JurroRath for the code.
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7/7/09 Alright, time to get down to business. I'm going to be working on advertising, as well as trying to get in touch with some of our old members. Hopefully we'll be seeing some old and new faces around here soon.
7/2/09 We're officially re-opened, after a few days of hard work to get this place in shape. We've now got a totally new plot, a new set of rules, two new skins and side tables. All of our boards and categories are also new.
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Near the center of the island, in a small clearing among the enormous growth of exotic plants and trees, lies the basethe center of the clan's operation. This is where food that is not eaten upon catch is stored and where the clan's dens are located. It is where the dragons spend most of their time, where they sleep and where the dominates make important announcements.
The edge of the island, where the water meets the land, the scent of the clan begins to appear. It gradually increases as one ventures farther into their territory. The outskirts, surrounded by hot, white sand, are often vacant. The clan generally only ventures out to the coast when hunting for fish. Therefore, it is the least dangerous place on the island for one to try their luck at joining the clan.
Along the coast of the island, bordered by sand and clear blue water, lies the hunting grounds of Kiuki. As the only real prey to be found on or near the island is fish, the clan's hunting grounds are in the water. Prey is not as plentiful nor large round the island as farther out to sea, although there are some fish that will venture in toward land out of sheer curiosity. Other times, the dragons of the clan need to swim for their supper.