Mythrandiel

--Circa 100 years ago--

It was a mostly serene and peaceful night. A gentle breeze was drifting through the air above Irden mountain, the tallest mountain of the land. The stars shown brightly and it was quiet. The Serenity did not last. You can look within the legends and books of the Stone Forge Hold dwarve's. The breeze began to quicken and eventualy it became like a gale ripping through the peaks. The sky came alive with lightning of deep purples, whites, and an abyss like black. The sky itself seemed to heave and shudder as it suddenly tore itself open in a great slit. A sound like the loudest rolling thunder amplified to the power of hundreds, utterly deafening simply did not cease. It lasted but barely a 2 minutes before it began to close. As the sound and spectacle slowly waned there was a bright flash as what we today might call a shooting star erupted from the tear in the sky. It streaked across the night sky and slammed into summit of Irden. To the day the Dwarves make it a point to stay away from the summit, Abandoning an old Dwarven fortress that rested between their towns and cities proper and the summit.


--Present day--
The sun was barely illuminating the once again quiet summit Irden. But again The silence would not last long albiet a much more subtle disturbance this day. the mountain top itself seemed to shudder as a sheet of long frozen snow heaved and fell away. There was a large giant intake of air, the first breath of truly fresh air the Dragon had ever taken. He awoke from his long hibernation, nearly 100 years. You see the shooting star wasn't a star, it was the egg of a dragon. Some sudden and powerful upheaval had torn a rupture between the lands of the Twin Paradises and Arlia, and the egg of an Adamantine dragon was a unknowing victim. Hatching and awaking alone in a dark caved in cavern The young dragon ate what nutrition was left within his egg and his body took over, putting him into a deep hibernation. Now 100 years later having grown into adult size the dragon stirred and the caverns snowy and rocky seal fell away. The dragon stretched and stood looking around the summit and breathing deeply. He felt something amiss immediately, something was wrong with nature in the north. he couldn't feel what but he could feel it within him aswell as the desire to help those in need, to help lower races. And he remembered his destined name, Mythrandiel. With his knowledge awakening he stood, reared and opened his maw letting out a loud slightly metallic roar.

Mythrandiel with the help of his 30 Kobold tribesmen, and the 95 Dwarven refugee's rebuilt the ancient Dwarven fortress on Mt Irden, and renamed it Aussir Verthicha. White Mountain in Dragon tongue. With the Dwarven forge burning with Dragonic white fire, and with Mythrandiel help on larger peices they used the Fortress's vast Mithril mines to reinforce the Fortress walls with the gleaming white metal as they rebuilt.

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